Chapter 8 Part 34
Translator : PolterGlast
At dusk, Irisdina was
visiting a store full of miscellaneous items with no sense of uniformity in the
commercial district.
The place she visited
was a fortune teller's shop where Zonne was based.
Irisdina swallowed a
gulp of air as if to swallow down the tension rising in her throat, and then
she entered the fortune teller's shop.
Inside the store,
Zonne was sitting comfortably in a simple rocking chair, while puffing on his
pipe.
A distinctive sweet
aroma wafted through the store.
"Oh, miss. What
can I do for you?"
"I am here to ask
you a favor."
Simply and
straightforwardly, Irisdina conveyed her intentions.
Her request was that
he be present at the upcoming negotiations between the Francilt and Waziart
families, as Nozomu's guardian.
"Hmm, in other
words, you want me to be your backer in your negotiations with the
vampires?"
"Yes. I know this
is a very selfish request, but I humbly beg you."
Bowing deeply,
Irisdina waited for Zonne's answer.
This proposal should
not be a bad deal for Zonne, who did not want to provoke Tiamat inside Nozomu.
(Ah, so that's how it
is. Father's purpose, too, in telling me to contact Nozomu, was to ask for the
cooperation of Zonne-dono, who is now Nozomu's guardian...)
Irisdina came to
realize the true intentions of her father after coming here, as well.
Realistically, in this
town right now, the person who can be relied on most against Vitora in terms of
strength is not Nozomu, but the old man in front of her.
Dragon, the highest
rank of the spirit species. If he is the chosen guardian of Tiamat among them,
he would definitely be dependable.
But Zonne's answer was
not a favorable one for Irisdina.
"It's impossible.
We dragons have nothing to do with the mundane affairs of humans. Whether
vampires or not, we do not interfere."
"... Why? I
apologize for the personal nature of the matter, but Vitora is completely
targeting Nozomu. It would be unwise to put any more pressure on him at this
critical time."
"Perhaps you are
misunderstanding me, but I am Tiamat's guardian. I am by no means entirely on
the boy's side."
Gnashing her back
teeth, Irisdina sighed in her mind
"I found out
after I trained him that he can't use spirit magic. It seems that the elf girl
has done her best to make him able to sense the presence of spirits, but that's
about as far as he can go."
"... Then, why
did you train Nozomu about spirit magic?"
"If I stay close
to that boy, if Tiamat ever resurfaces, I can seal him off instantly."
Of course, he was also
partly motivated by Nozomu's will, who wished to be able to control Tiamat's
power for Irisdina and the others.
Or rather, that was
the main point in Zonne's mind. But, as a guardian, Zonne's position was that
he could not be completely swayed by his feelings.
"So, no matter
how closely I teach him, I'll always be a guardian."
"... But!"
"And from a
guardian's point of view, the biggest burden on the boy right now is you and
the Francilt. Between the boy and you, Miss. I don't need to tell you who is more
important for the Dragons."
"That is…"
"Let's be clear
about this. The next time that boy goes out of control, I will seal him off, no
questions asked. If things go out of control, this town will surely
collapse."
"~..."
"You can think of
this as the consensus of the Dragon race. I am not even sure if it is right for
me to train the boy in the first place."
As for the Dragon
race, it would not be surprising if they would immediately take measures to
seal the area.
The reason why they
did not do so was because Zonne was holding back such aggressive measures.
Of course, if there
was no hope that Nozomu could control the power that he has taken inside him,
Zonne would have no choice but to seal him off.
"... I'm sorry. I
understand your desire to protect your family, but this is my answer."
Irisdina could see
Zonne's unwavering determination in every word he said.
Biting her lip in
frustration, she silently rose from her seat and left Zonne's stall.
As he watched her back
as she left, Zonne puffed once again on the pipe he held in his hand.
(I told the young lady
so, but if things get too serious, that boy will likely make a move anyway.)
If Nozomu made a move,
Zonne would have no choice but to move as well, and there would be no way to
stop him.
If the people he cared
about were in danger, he would use his power, regardless of what would happen
to himself.
If that were to
happen, it might trigger the resurrection of Tiamat.
For him, Nozomu
Bountis was that much of a concern.
(Besides, I'm also
wondering if those guys have made their move now. Hmmm...)
Zonne was lost in
thought as he puffed white smoke from his pipe.
(It's about time for
the key planted by the elf lady to open the door. After that, the fate of the
world will be decided. Will it end in tragedy or ...)
His only hope is the
ability to sense the spirits that Shina brought to Nozomu in the blood covenant
ritual. A small power that could not even allow him to enter.
Zonne could not help
but pray that it would become a beacon of hope.
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After being rejected
by Zonne, Irisdina had no choice but to return to the Francilt mansion.
After finishing her
meal in a casual manner, she looked out the window gloomily while drinking her
after-dinner tea.
After failing to get
Zonne's cooperation, it became necessary to force the White Dragon Chief into a
situation where he had no choice but to make a move.
The only way to do
that is to use Nozomu. And that is something that Irisfina would never agree
to.
Naturally, the hand
that was holding the cup was filled with strength.
The maid who was in
charge was sweating cold sweat as Irisdina was giving off a tense and
intimidating atmosphere.
"Oh, so this is
where you are...'
"... Is there
something I can do for you, Father?"
Irisdina replied
coldly to Victor, who visited her in the dining room.
The two are at odds
because of their stance regarding Nozomu. The atmosphere between them was cold.
Victor, on the other
hand, did not take his daughter's dismissive attitude to heart, and sat down on
a chair at the same table so that they were facing each other.
"Irisdina, I hear
you are keeping your distance from him. I told you to maintain good contact
with him, didn't I?"
"No matter how
many times Father has ordered me to do it, this time I cannot accept it. He is
a person to whom I owe a debt of gratitude. If we were to make him a human
sacrifice, the dignity of the Francilt family would surely fall to the
ground."
To her father's
unflinching words, Irisdina answered nonchalantly while suppressing her boiling
anger.
"Moreover, it
would not only make an enemy of Arcazam, but of the old man behind him as well.
If that were to happen, it would no longer be a matter of the survival of the
household. Even the reputation of our country will be questionable."
"Yes, that's
right. If we make an enemy of that old man, it will surely be our end. But if
Nozomu Bountis himself makes a move, that old man will have no choice but to
make a move as well. If he succeeded, he might even be able to stop the Death
Demon Princess from making her move."
In fact, he absolutely
had to avoid making an enemy of the white dragon behind Nozomu.
Even for Victor, it
was not Nozomu, who had difficulty controlling his power, but Zonne, who had
practically become his guardian, whom he was relying on.
"You, too, have
considered it, haven't you?'
Irisdina was silent at
her father's penetrating question.
Indeed, she too
thought Zonne was the one who could break through their current situation and
had contacted him just now.
"I wanted to ask
for Zonne-dono's cooperation as well, but he refused because of his position as
a member of the Dragon race. I wish I didn't have to make him move by using
bait just because he turned me down."
"That's what I
wish, too. It would be best if he would cooperate voluntarily. But if he
doesn't, we have no choice but to force him to move. Given that there is no
other choice, it would be wise to choose that option."
The frustration that
welled up inside her stripped Irisdina of her aristocratic facade.
The thought of needing
to protect her sister and not wanting to involve Nozomu in her actions whirled
around and around in her mind.
(I can neither involve
Nozomu nor sacrifice Somia. Then...)
Determined to do as
her heart decided, she took a deep breath once again.
The emotions that had
been swirling around in her chest begin to recede in a surprisingly calm
manner.
People often get
confused when they have a myriad of options in their minds. It is when they are
unable to put their wavering thoughts down to the point that needs to be
determined.
So once she had made
her decision, her mind and body were surprisingly light.
"Then I don't
mind being a fool ..."
Meanwhile, Victor
stared at her with cold eyes.
He could sense
Irisdina's will, which was like a rock, hidden behind a tone as calm as a calm
sea.
That was why he let
out a sigh of disappointment.
Because it was one of
the situations he had to avoid the most in his mind.
"It can't be
helped. If you can't do what you're supposed to do, then I' 'm going to have to
ask you to get out of the way."
"What are you...
-Ugh!"
The dizziness that
suddenly struck her made Irisdina involuntarily put her hands on the table.
With sudden
drowsiness, her vision began to spin around and it gradually became darker.
"This, is…"
"I've ordered the
maids to add a little medicine to the tea. As of this day, you are disqualified
as the next head of the Francilt household, and you are hereby banished from
this household. From now on, you will not be allowed to use the name Francilt."
The sudden declaration
of severance.
Irisdina's hand, which
she moved involuntarily, grabbed the tablecloth.
However, Irisdina, who
was unable to move her body due to the medicine in the tea, collapsed to the
floor.
The delicately
decorated tea cups scattered on the floor with a clatter.
"Father..."
Irisdina was
desperately trying to move her body, which was no longer free to do so, but
eventually, her eyes slowly closed.
After confirming that
Irisdina has fallen asleep, Victor called out to the maid who had drugged her,
while staring at Irisdina on the floor.
"... Well
done."
"No, umm,
I..."
The maid clearly had a
guilty look on her face.
She, too, had served
Irisdina for a long time. Therefore, even though it was the order of the head
of the family, the fact that she drugged her Master seemed to be weighing on
her mind.
"Don't worry
about it. It is necessary... Mena."
"Yes."
As Viktor called her
name, his attendant, Mena, entered the dining room.
In her arms is Somia,
who, like Irisdina, sleeps with her eyes closed.
"As planned, we
have also drugged Somia-ojōsama. The Parlains are willing to take care of it
... Is this really alright? The young lady will not be amused."
"In any case,
everything will be over while she sleeps. As planned."
Victor apparently had
planned to put Somia to sleep as well and have the Parline household take her
in, ignoring their wishes.
Viktor conveyed this
story in a letter to the Parline household, ordering Mena to do so on the
evening of the opening festival.
The purpose of this
was to completely sever ties with the Francilt family and to prevent the
Waziart family from bringing up the matter of the secret agreement.
However, although Mena
also showed an indifferent expression, it could be seen that she was not satisfied
inwardly.
However, Victor had no
intention to bend his will, no matter who told him to do so. All for the sake
of his beloved daughters.
"Good grief, what
a pathetic man."
"Mazari..."
The one who entered
the dining room filled with a heavy atmosphere was Mazarinette, the current
head of the Parline family, the family that took in Irisdina and Somia.
Behind her were also
two young maids serving as her escorts.
Mazarinette took one
look at Victor, who had a cold light in his eyes, and her mouth contorted in
dismay.
"I remember you
were doing something the same before you confessed your feelings to Firana.
You're still the same old guy who likes to put on airs but runs away at the
critical moment."
Before confessing to
Irisdina's mother, Victor had broken up with all the women he had dated as a
form of purification.
He was subjected to a
lot of abuse from them, and they even threw things at him, but he took it all
in stride.
If he was going to
break up with them, he should at least make them hate him once and for all.
That was his way of doing things and being reasonable when he had been with
several women.
Mazarinette knew
Victor had a clumsy side, but she did not expect him to do the same to her
daughter, whom he had doted on so much.
"It can't be
helped, can it? This is me. I am not as strong as Firana..."
Victor smiled
helplessly, turning the cold light in his eyes into the color of sadness.
Viktor never thought
of himself as a strong person. Instead, he regarded himself as a weak person.
In the past, he
couldn't accept it and tried to pretend to be strong.
He flaunted an
authority that was not his own and had affairs with many women. He could not
maintain himself without putting on such a false robe.
It was Firana,
Irisdina's mother, who discovered and accepted him for the weak man he was.
"And besides,
this is probably the last time I'll ever see them. If it comes down to it, I'll
leave it to that boy. As much as it pains me..."
Victor gently caressed
Irisdina's head as it lay on the floor.
Her white, bleached
hair slipped between Victor's fingers.
(If it had been the
past her, she would have chosen Somia without any hesitation ... I guess that's
how big that boy is becoming inside her heart...)
Victor is the head of
the Francilt household and also a single parent.
So he has always
harbored resentment towards Nozomu, both for being favored by his daughters,
whom he loves so much, and for his foolishness in still not realizing his own
position.
While throwing aside
the fact that he was also like that in his younger days before he met Firana,
he goes on to say abusive things about Nozomu in his mind.
He is a hateful man
who took his daughters away from him. But still, he is the only man his
daughter ever wanted.
The only stranger that
the eldest daughter, who was in a desperate struggle to stay alive to protect
the rest of her family, wished to be by her side.
(Then I will swallow
this bitterness. Instead, make my daughter a happy woman at all costs, kid.)
Victor regretfully
released his hand that was caressing Irisdina's head, declaring that he would
cut off Nozomu's head with his own hand if he didn't.
"I'm sorry for
being a pathetic father. I wish I could have at least seen you as a
bride..."
"Hmph, then
finish your business quickly and come meet me. I wouldn't know what to do if
you died."
"Are you worried
about me?"
"Ha-, don't be so
self-conscious. I'm worried about these girls, not you!"
Mazarinette ordered
the escort maid to gently carry out the sleeping Irisdina and Somia, and then
left the dining room with an angry look on her face.
"Mena, you too,
stay with the girls..."
"No, I will be
staying here. I am the maid of the Francilt household and your personal
caretaker. Besides ..."
"Besides?"
"As far as I'm
concerned, I'm the only one who can protect you when you can't even wield a
sword."
When Mena smiled
wryly, not as a maid, but as a friend, Victor's cheeks finally relaxed as well.
"I'm better than
I was when I was young. I can wield a sword a little better."
"No, sir, your
keen senses are more deadly than your physical strength. To be honest, it would
be better to have the laundry maid of the mansion carry a sword. Of course, he
is no match for Nozomu-sama. They are like the moon and the earth, the dragon
and the caterpillar."
A laundry maid, as the
name suggests, is a maid who specializes in laundry. It is a technical job that
requires hard labor and detailed changes in washing methods depending on the
material of the garment, but at least they are in a position where they do not
have to wield a sword.
Putting aside that he
was showing his firepower in the outburst of love for his daughters, the
original Victor was not that strong.
"Well, if it's
magic..."
"There is no use
for magic that can only be used to make bonfires. That's why you should behave
yourself and hide behind me. You'll only get in the way if you step in front of
me."
"D-, do you have
to go that far?"
"Yes, you should
be aware of the reality."
Mena made a very rude
remark to her Master. However, for the current Victor, that rudeness was more
dependable than anything else.
"Fufu~... Let's
prepare a welcome for them. Get ready."
"Understood, my
lord."
Victor smiled at Mena,
who instantly returned to her maid's face and bowed reverently.
There was no more
sadness in his eyes, only determination shining in them.
