Volume 7
Chapter 27
The wounds that Nozomu and the others had sustained in the battle were healed in an instant by Zonne's hand.
The last time Nozomu
had gone berserk, he had ended up sleeping for several days due to extreme
exhaustion, but thanks to Zonne's treatment, he had woken up in about 10
minutes this time.
And when he woke up
and understood the situation, he bit his lip and bowed his head to Irisdina and
the others.
"Everyone, I'm so
sorry. I don't know how to apologize..."
Nozomu bowed his head
so low it seemed he would rub it on the ground.
"Nozomu, raise
your face..."
At Irisdina's heavy
voice, Nozomu's body trembled.
From a sense of apology
and guilt, Nozomu timidly raised his face.
At that moment, two
soft impacts ran through his chest.
"Thank goodness,
thank goodness..."
"Y-You, just how
much do you have to make us worry before you're satisfied!"
The ones who had
jumped at him were Irisdina and Lisa. With their eyes moist, they were burying
their faces in Nozomu's chest.
Behind the two, Shina
was stroking her chest with a relieved expression.
Nozomu timidly dropped
his gaze.
The sight of the girls
clinging to his chest was a very painful one.
Irisdina's glossy
black hair had lost its color and had turned as white as an old woman's, and
Lisa's crimson hair had also been mercilessly cut off at the shoulders.
"U-Um... both of
you, I'm sor..."
"Wrong, wrong..."
"H-Hey, do you
think we did this because we wanted you to apologize!?"
Irisdina and Lisa,
with their noses stuffy, rattled on in a tearful voice. Shina, who was watching
the three from behind her, also directed a glare at Nozomu as if to blame him.
At the criticism from
the three, Nozomu couldn't help but fall silent.
Their comrades, unable
to just watch, called out from behind the two.
"That's right. Or
should we force a smile on that gloomy face?"
"That's right,
that's right, as for me, I demand compensation! Specifically, money, money, and
more money..."
"You're only
saying money."
"You, be
quiet."
"Gueh!"
Shina and Mimuru
physically silenced Feo, who was rattling on with unnecessary jokes.
A painful crack! sound
had echoed, but since it was a familiar development, it was cleanly ignored.
On the other hand,
Nozomu once again slowly dropped his gaze. At the painful sight of Irisdina and
Lisa, Nozomu's face, which had been downcast with guilt, twisted into an even
more bitter expression.
Even if their physical
wounds were healed, the sight of the two of them inevitably made Nozomu regret.
A failure he had
committed not just once, but twice. Although it was good that all his comrades
were alive, it was not difficult to imagine what kind of tragic situation it
would have become if he had made one wrong step.
Still, he knew that
they were not seeking an apology from him.
"T-Thank
you..."
While expressing his
gratitude to his comrades with all his might, Nozomu slowly stroked the hair of
the two who were clinging to him.
His chest still ached
with regret and self-loathing. Still, Nozomu could feel something hot welling
up from the depths of his heart.
At that moment, Zonne,
who had been watching the course of events, opened his mouth.
"Well, I'm sure
the brat has his own thoughts, but it would be best to deal with this one
first."
"Kuh..."
At Zonne's words,
everyone turned their eyes to the figure of Azel, who was lying on the ground,
still restrained.
Zonne stepped forward
in front of Azel and looked down on her with a cold gaze.
An indescribable aura
seemed to be seeping from his back, and Nozomu and the others held their
breath.
"Azel, you have
gone against the consensus of the dragon race, have crossed over to the human
world, which we had decided not to interfere with, without permission, and have
committed a crime. Depending on the circumstances, it is an extremely grave
crime that could have developed into an irreversible situation. As an observer,
and as the former chief of the White Dragon clan, it is a situation that I can
by no means tolerate."
"Grandfather! Why
won't you understand! The one over there is that detestable... agh!"
"I understand.
The danger that this brat has hidden, far more than you who were not even born
at that time.
However, still, what
you have done is by no means something that can be forgiven."
Although Azel tried to
protest something, when Zonne swung his arm once, her restraints tightened,
forcibly closing her mouth.
He had a dignified
appearance, so much so that it was hard to believe he was the same lecherous
old geezer who had caused a series of outrageous incidents until now.
Zonne slowly turned
around. His eyes, which made one feel a deep intellect and a strong will, were
directed at Nozomu and the others.
"So then.
Everyone, what do you want to do with this little girl? In this case, I believe
you, who are the victims, have the right to judge Azel."
"As for me, I
don't think it would be strange if she were sentenced to death."
"Well, I think
it's a little pitiful, but since the matter is what it is~"
At Zonne's question,
Mars and Feo let out a sigh and returned a scathing remark.
Although Irisdina,
Lisa, and the others did not say it explicitly, they were looking at the
restrained Azel with stern expressions.
"Won't
you please wait?"
At that moment, a
refreshing voice echoed in Mars and the others' minds.
Upon closer
inspection, the crystal that Zonne was holding in his hand was emitting light.
"What is it,
rock?"
"I'm not
saying to forgive Azel. I can't possibly say that. However, I am also an
accomplice. If you are to judge Azel, I want you to judge me as well."
When Mars asked
Michael, who had called out, he pleaded for himself to be judged as well.
Mars and Feo also
thought that perhaps Michael was hoping for a reduced sentence for Azel by
having himself also receive a punishment, but they did not know his true
intentions.
Also, what kind of
punishment would be appropriate for Michael was also a difficult problem.
Because Mars and the others also had no experience in judging a crystal.
"And besides, I'm
not really the one who should be saying anything, am I?"
Thinking that far,
Mars thought that he shouldn't be too forward.
Although the trigger
was being told the situation by Zonne and being asked, this matter was fundamentally
the result of the feud between the dragon race and Tiamat.
Then, it would be most
appropriate to leave it to the direct victims.
"...So it seems.
What will you do, Nozomu and the red-head?"
"Eh? Me?"
"Red-head, you mean
me?"
"The biggest
victims this time are you two, right? You were suddenly attacked and seriously
injured, and Tiamat was made to rampage..."
After thinking about
various things, Mars, who had thought it would be better for Nozomu and Lisa to
decide, decided to leave the judgment of Azel and Michael to the two of them.
Nozomu sent a silent
look to his other comrades, asking what he should do, but Irisdina and the
others also seemed to have no particular objection, as there was no sign of
them speaking up.
"Even so..."
"Old man, how
will the White Dragon clan judge her?"
Seeing the troubled
Nozomu, Lisa for the time being asked Zonne how the dragon race would judge
Azel's actions.
"This matter
cannot be overlooked, so even if Azel is a young dragon, she cannot complain
even if she is sentenced to death.
However, the number of
the dragon race itself is also small. If possible, a sealing sentence of a
thousand years, so that she can never interfere with you all again, would be an
appropriate punishment..."
"A thousand
years..."
"By that time,
you all will probably not be alive, right?"
At the length of a
thousand years, Nozomu and Lisa couldn't help but look up at the sky.
It was certainly long.
A length that Nozomu and Lisa couldn't even imagine.
And as for Nozomu,
although he felt anger at the fact that Azel had hurt Lisa, since he had also
gone on a rampage and had hurt his comrades, he also had his own thoughts. His
hesitation would not disappear.
As for Lisa, she had
been told that Nozomu was a dragonslayer, had ended up fighting a legendary
spirit species and had been seriously injured, and had struggled against the
rampaging Nozomu, and it had been a series of commotions.
She was at her limit
both physically and mentally, and to be honest, her head was not working.
"And after she
has served her sentence?"
"When that
happens, she will be released and will live a normal life in the village. Well,
as a parole, we might have her power reduced to that of a mouse for about two
thousand years, though..."
This time, two
thousand years. At the weight of the years and the difference in sense between
them and the dragon race, Nozomu and Lisa felt as if they would faint.
The two of them
couldn't help but look up at the sky. At their side, Mars tilted his head at
Zonne's words from before.
"By the way, is
this one a young dragon?"
Although Mars had
never seen an adult dragon with his own eyes, Azel's body was about the size of
a three-story house.
And on top of that,
her various magics that borrowed the power of the spirits were a far greater
threat than the corpse dragon they had fought before.
Mars could by no means
believe that the owner of such power was a young dragon.
Perhaps Irisdina was
of the same opinion, as she was putting her hand to her mouth and nodding
slightly.
"To be honest, if
Nozomu hadn't wounded her, it's doubtful whether we could have suppressed
her."
"Her power is
approaching that of an adult dragon, but she is about seven hundred years old.
In human terms, that's about fourteen."
""Pfft!?""
"She's younger
than us!?"
At the fact that she
was younger than they had imagined for a dragon, Nozomu and Mars couldn't help
but burst out laughing, and Irisdina let out a cry of astonishment.
"Fourteen years
old..."
"The growth rate
of the dragon race is far slower than that of humans. They live for about a
thousand years and are finally considered adults.
In that respect, this
girl's physical growth is fast, and she has a power that is not inferior to an
adult's, but her mental maturity is still far off..."
Still, seven hundred
years old. And her mental age was fourteen, which was a story with too much of
a gap.
However, there were
also points that were strangely convincing, such as her running away from the
village on her own to avenge her father.
"So, what will
you do?"
Once again, Zonne
urged Nozomu to make a judgment.
Nozomu glanced at
Lisa.
She also, as if to
leave the judgment to Nozomu, waved her hand and quietly signaled.
"I..."
In front of the young
dragon, who was seven hundred years old in real age and fourteen in mental age,
who was glaring at him with a resentful look, Nozomu, this time for sure, clutched
his head in agony.
***
The next morning,
Nozomu and the others, who had returned from the forest, headed for the academy
in the midst of the morning sun that was illuminating the cityscape. This was
to inform Jihad of the recent incident.
However, when they
arrived at the academy, Jihad was already waiting for them in his office. And
on top of that, next to him were not only his assistant, Inda-sensei, but also
Anri-sensei and Norn-sensei, and the figure of the head of the Francilt family,
Victor.
They already knew
about the attack by Azel in the forest. Zonne had used his spirit magic to
inform Jihad of the situation.
For the time being,
Jihad, who had heard the specific circumstances from Nozomu and the others,
ordered them to rest and urged them to go home for the day.
This was because he
had known from the stage of hearing the story from Zonne that it had been a
tough battle.
Although the wounds on
their bodies had been completely healed by Zonne, their white-based uniforms
were already in tatters. That alone was enough for Jihad and the others to feel
the severity of the battle.
In particular, the one
with a demonic look on his face was Victor, who had seen the state of his
beloved daughter.
When he had seen
Irisdina's long hair, which had been bleached completely white, he had for a
moment released an angry aura that could even intimidate Jihad.
After that, Irisdina
and the others, after resting from the academy for a few days, had gathered at
the Francilt mansion.
Irisdina had spoken to
her comrades, who were likely bored, and had invited them to the Francilt
mansion.
However, Nozomu was
not present. Irisdina had of course also invited him, but he had refused,
saying that he had an unavoidable matter to attend to.
For the time being,
the girls, excluding Nozomu, who had gathered at the Francilt mansion, enjoyed
the hospitality from the Francilt family that an ordinary person would never be
able to receive.
And in the afternoon.
After finishing lunch, Irisdina and the others were enjoying their after-meal
tea in the salon.
"In the end,
Nozomu left that mischievous girl in the old man's hands, but I wonder if
that's okay~?"
A salon surrounded by
high-class furniture. While reaching for the again high-class-looking sweets
that were served there, Feo suddenly muttered.
"Nozomu said it
was fine. It's not for us to say anything, is it?"
At Feo's remark, Mars
replied with an exasperated tone, as if to say, "Why bring that up
now?"
At that time, Nozomu
had not judged Azel. He had just glanced at Azel with a bitter expression and
had said a single word to Zonne, "I'll leave her to you," while
clenching his fist.
It was a bitter
expression, as if his anger, self-reproach, regret, and various other emotions
were all mixed together.
Although Nozomu was in
the position of a victim in this matter, he had also committed the blunder of
being swallowed by his anger and going on a rampage himself.
The fact that he had
turned his blade on his comrades not just once, but twice, Mars and the others
felt that he probably had his own thoughts on the matter.
"No, I'm not
blaming Nozomu's decision, you know? It's just that, knowing Nozomu, he might
get stuck in a rut again by thinking about it too much, you know?"
"Y-Yeah... that
possibility isn't zero, I guess."
"Nozomu has a
personality where he shoulders a lot of things, after all."
Worried about Nozomu's
inner thoughts, Tom and Mars had difficult expressions on their faces. Since
Nozomu had a personality where he shouldered various things and pushed them
inside himself, their worries were endless.
At that moment, Shina,
who had been listening to their voices next to them, began to speak.
"I think he'll be
fine in that regard."
"You can
tell?"
"Yes, just
somehow, I can tell..."
Shina returned the
empty teacup to the saucer, then lightly tapped her chest with her slender
fingers.
Perhaps she had sensed
something through the link connected by their contract.
"But, all things
considered, this incident was rough, wasn't it?"
"This time too,
yeah. There was so much going on that my head still feels like it's going to
explode."
Mimuru stretched her
back on the backrest of the extremely high-class chair, and Mars let out a
sigh.
The attack by Azel.
The true identity of Zonne that came with it. The existence of Michael and the
dragon-sealing barrier, and Nozomu's rampage and unique ability.
An incident where
various things happened and various things were revealed. Even after several
days, there were still parts that could not be sorted out.
"That old man
said he was taking Azel and returning to the white dragon village for a while.
He said he'd be back in a few days, though..."
"Can he really
come back in such a short time?"
"Apparently, it's
not a problem if he uses the ley lines to jump through space. Just how absurd
is that old man..."
Currently, Zonne has
left Arcazam to take the restrained Azel to the village of the White Dragon
clan.
According to the
story, the village of the White Dragon clan is in a place that humans can
absolutely not go to, but for Zonne, it is apparently possible to go back and
forth in a short time.
According to him, it's
like "going down a river to the next town."
"The old man,
when he was judging his granddaughter, had an extraordinary intimidating
presence."
"Indeed, I felt a
dignity that could make my spine tremble."
Zonne, when he was
condemning Azel, was full of a dignity that even Irisdina and the others were
amazed by.
Zonne, who had nodded
at Nozomu's reply, had told Azel that he would take her to the village of the
White Dragon clan and pass judgment there, then had bowed his head to Nozomu
and the others, apologizing for his past rudeness and Azel's barbaric act.
And finally, he had
thanked everyone and had disappeared with a flash of light.
"That old man
said 'thank you' to Nozomu-san at the end. I think he was worried about his
granddaughter, all things considered."
"And in his
place, that old geezer left this rock."
Mars casually turned
his gaze to the top of the table.
On it, a crystal with
a golden earring inside was enshrined. It was Michael, who had tried to seal
Nozomu by working together with Azel in the previous incident.
While Zonne was taking
Azel back to the village of the White Dragon clan, he had left it with Irisdina
and the others in case of an emergency.
According to Zonne, it
was apparently a case of "if you want to atone for your sins, lend a hand
to the brats."
But since that
incident, Michael had remained silent.
"He hasn't spoken
at all since then, has he?"
"Hmph. Does he
really intend to protect his own daughter?"
At Michael, who
remained silent and said nothing, Mars complained in a grumpy tone.
Behind those words, he
was hinting at the idea that the atonement was also just an excuse to smooth
things over on the spot.
But Shina shook her
head and denied his words.
"No, that's not
it. He probably can't talk."
"Can't talk, he's
a dragon, isn't he? He was speaking at that time, right?"
With a suspicious
expression, Mars threw a question at Shina.
In fact, Mars and the
others had heard Michael's words in that forest. It was natural for Mars to
doubt Michael.
"I don't think
so. That was probably just him being able to speak with Azel-san's power, don't
you think?"
"What do you
mean?"
However, this time,
Tima answered Mars's question.
To the tilting-headed
Mars, Shina opened her mouth again.
"I think Tima-san
is right. The old man said, 'Michael has become an existence for the sake of
the seal,' didn't he? Literally, he no longer has any other abilities."
"So you're saying
he can't talk on his own?"
"Not just that.
It's more natural to think that he has lost all the five senses necessary for
life."
According to Shina,
the current Michael could not see or hear. Since he had lost all his five
senses, he had no way of knowing the outside world.
And he had probably
lived in that state for several thousand years.
Saying that much, Shina's
face twisted in a painful expression.
"He probably
can't feel anything anymore. The sensation of the wind caressing his cheek, the
warmth of the sun's rays, the babbling of water, and the warmth of a loved
one..."
At those words, Mars's
eyes widened, and he fell silent. Next, an expression as if he had bitten into
a bitter bug appeared.
"However, why did
he end up in such a state..."
"According to the
literature, the dragon race, in exchange for their immense power, is a race
that can hardly grow after they have become adult dragons."
"Is that so? That
Azel's magic had extraordinary power, and it was an all-rounder with defense,
restraint, and wide-range annihilation, wasn't it?"
"That's because
the dragon race is not directly interfering with the phenomena. In spirit
magic, it's the role of the spirits to alter the phenomena, and the dragon
race's role is to give the power and command necessary to alter the
phenomena."
In other words, a
dragon is a huge reservoir, and the spirits are the ones who work with the
given water.
Although it was a
magic that could be taken as leaving things to others, it was certainly a story
that hit the mark.
"Probably, he
used even his soul as a dragon to become this body and chose to seal
Tiamat."
"And for that, he
even used his own daughter, huh. What a terrible guy..."
This time for sure,
Mars directed a look at Michael as if looking at something filthy.
As someone with a past
of being abandoned by his own father, he probably felt the same kind of
resentment towards Michael as he did towards his own father.
"No, that's not
it."
But his remark was
denied by the magnificent blond-haired man who had just visited the salon.
"Father."
"Irisdina,
Somilliana, I am sorry for being unable to do anything when you were in
trouble."
The one who had
visited the salon was the head of the Francilt family, Victor.
He walked over to his
daughters with a loving expression and gently stroked each of their heads with
both his hands.
At being patted on the
head by her own father in front of her friends, Irisdina's face was dyed with
shame.
"N-No. Please
don't worry about it. We are fine."
"So, what do you
mean by 'that's not it'?"
"M-Mars-kun..."
Tima tried to stop him
in a flustered manner at Mars's aggressive remark.
However, Victor raised
his hand, and with a smile, he gently restrained her, and turned his gaze to
his daughters who were beside him.
"He cannot do
anything by himself. Not even to stroke his daughter's head and comfort her.
As a father, the fact
that he can do nothing when his daughter needs help is the most frustrating
thing in this world."
Victor began to gently
stroke his daughters' heads again.
Irisdina, who had been
flustered with shame just before, but sensing the sincere feelings of her
father hidden behind his gentle tone, was now readily accepting Victor's hand.
"Perhaps he also
tried to stop her, didn't he? However, he had no means of stopping his
daughter. Because without his daughter, his body can do nothing..."
Even if he wanted to
protect his daughter, he could do nothing.
To gently stroke her
head and comfort her, to play with her and make memories, to correct her
mistakes while swallowing his tears, nothing...
"Just how
frustrating, just how bitter must it have been?
The only thing that
such a him could do for his daughter was to seal Tiamat, wasn't it?
And the only thing
that his daughter could do for her father was also to seal Tiamat, wasn't
it?"
Of course, that was
probably not the only reason.
The time Michael had
changed into this form was long before Azel was born.
If Michael had changed
into this crystal himself, then he must have had that much resolve for the act
of sealing Tiamat from the beginning.
His own resolve and
powerlessness. His love for his daughter. Of course, there must have also been
a conflict with his former friend.
It was not difficult
to imagine that Michael had made this choice after a considerable conflict.
"So you're saying
he betrayed his friend. Not just once, but twice."
"You seem to be
quite involved, but do you have some thoughts about this dragon-turned-crystal?"
"Hmph. I just
don't like him."
As he spat that out,
Mars roughly grabbed the cup with the remaining tea.
If he had been told
this much by Victor, it wasn't as if he didn't understand the weight of
Michael's choice. Because he himself had also experienced cursing his own
powerlessness.
Mars, who had noticed
the common point between himself and Michael, drank the remaining tea in his
cup at once, as if to suppress the bitter feelings that were welling up from
the depths of his chest.
The cold tea was
calming his heightened anger. However, still, Mars was not in the mood to
acknowledge Michael.
"But why did he go
to such lengths to seal Tiamat..."
"I don't know the
depths of his heart, but at the very least, when I opened a magic channel with
him, what I heard was a voice of deep despair and resignation."
Everyone present
silently turned their gaze to the crystal that had been placed on the table. A
heavy atmosphere filled the salon.
"B-By the way,
Nozomu-kun isn't here, what happened to him~"
Eventually, Mimuru,
who could no longer bear the heaviness of the atmosphere, tried to forcibly
change the subject.
However, to be honest,
that remark was a bombshell in this situation.
"M-Mimuru-san..."
"You, to say that
in this situation, you really can't read the room."
"Eh-eh? What do
you mean?"
Mimuru, who was not
aware of the clumsiness of her own remark, was looking around here and there,
fidgeting.
Her other comrades,
perhaps having already noticed, were sighing while looking at such a Mimuru.
"If you think
about what the person who isn't here was trying to do before he was attacked by
Azel, you'll understand, right?"
"The person who
isn't here is... ah!?"
Mimuru, who had
finally noticed, turned her gaze, with a cold sweat on her forehead, to the
girl whose hair had turned white, and to her best friend, the elf girl.
Shina was enjoying her
re-brewed tea without any particular concern.
On the other hand, Irisdina
was fiddling with her own hair, which had lost its color, with a somewhat distracted
air.
And from time to time,
she would look out the window, make a complicated expression for a moment, and
then fiddling with her own hair again with a dazed look.
"Umm, Big
Sister?"
"I know. It's
okay, Somia."
Although Irisdina had
been desperately trying to suppress her jealousy towards Lisa before, she now
seemed to have some room to spare.
However, from the expression
on her face when she was looking out the window, it seemed her jealousy was
still alive and well.
The sight of Irisdina,
whose expression was constantly changing, was like that of a dog. If she had
ears and a tail, they would probably be moving around busily.
Mars, Tima, and Feo,
while looking at her like that, brought their faces close together.
"Somehow,
Irisdina's atmosphere has changed quite a bit, hasn't it?"
"Isn't it that?
That white hair. I think she's thinking of it as a proof that she was able to
be of help to Nozomu-kun, don't you think? Although it seems she still has
feelings for Lisa-san..."
"A maiden in
love, huh~"
At the remarks of the
three, a vein popped on Victor's forehead.
The loving smile from
before had turned into a strangely black one, and the corners of his mouth were
beginning to twitch.
"I-Irisdina, is
that hair okay?"
"Ah, yes, Father.
It's just that the pigment has been lost, and the doctor says that there are no
particular health problems. Although I don't know when it will return to
normal..."
Contrary to her
disappointed tone, Irisdina's expression was somehow happy.
While gently and
lovingly combing her white hair with her fingertips, she was blushing.
"U-Uoooooooooooooooooh!
How brave my daughter is! You brat, how dare you steal my daughter's most
precious thing!"
At that moment, the
great father snapped. While letting out a roar, he clenched both his hands and
thrust them up. And then, as if in frustration, he began to stomp his feet.
At Victor's sudden strange
behavior, everyone present widened their eyes.
"Precious
thing?"
"Of course, her
first..."
"Hey, Father!
Please stop making misleading remarks!"
At Somia's innocent
question, Mimuru was about to teach her unnecessary knowledge with a grin, and
Irisdina was trying to stop her father's strange behavior and remarks.
On the other hand, the
other comrades were watching the course of events with their eyes wide in
surprise at the sudden event.
"Well, they say
hair is a woman's life, so there's no doubt that it's a precious thing."
"Misleading... I
wonder what Ai imagined?"
" Who knows? It's clearly an amorous matter, though. Did she really think
she could hide it at this point?"
While looking at the
Francilt parent and child who had begun to make a racket, Mars, Tima, and Feo
began to whisper.
When Mars glanced at Shina,
she was frozen like a statue with her face bright red, with her cup tilted.
It seemed that she had
imagined something inappropriate at Feo's remark from before. She was a novice
in strange places.
And to the whispering
of the three, Tom, Mimuru, and Somia also joined in.
"By the way, the
head of this house was this kind of person, huh? I wonder how he's going to
make Nozomu-kun take responsibility?"
"Well, if a man
is to take responsibility, it's marriage, isn't it! Right~ Tom!"
The fact that she was
suddenly asking her own lover about how to take responsibility showed that this
wildcat girl was also cunning.
Mimuru began to
passionately explain to the tilting-headed Somia how a man should take
responsibility.
"U-Umm. Is that
how it is?"
"Of course!"
"If it comes to
this, we will gather all the forces of the Francilt family, socially
assassinate the brat, and have him choose between seppuku or
crucifixion..."
"Sorry, was it
harakiri..."
However, it seemed
there was a difference deeper than a valley between Mimuru and Victor on how to
take responsibility. However, either way, it was a one-way trip to the grave.
"Father, that's
enough!"
The next moment, the
fist of the beet-red Irisdina sank deep into Victor's cheek.
The magnificent
straight, which everyone present was captivated by, demonstrated a power that
was unthinkable to have been delivered from a girl's slender arm.
Victor's body was sent
flying through the window and out of the mansion. Next, the sound of him
crashing to the ground could be heard.
Incidentally, the
salon was on the third floor of the Francilt mansion. Normally, he would have
undoubtedly died from the fall.
"Mena, where is
Mena! This is an emergency! Gather all the forces you can!"
However, it seemed the
current Victor was not in any pain. The loud voice of him, who was perfectly
fine on the ground below, calling for Mena, echoed.
And by the way, why
was he unharmed after being thrown down from the third floor?
"Today, I have
understood. My true enemy is not the Fabran family, with whom I am in conflict
in my hometown, but a single academy student named Nozomu Bountis!"
Victor was calling all
the servants of the mansion with an angry face, and while spreading the word
that Nozomu was a greater threat than his political enemies, he was trying to
carry out a Nozomu annihilation operation in the middle of the garden.
And on top of that, he
was beginning to say that if there weren't enough people, he would even involve
the military police and Jihad. At that sight, Mars and the others' cheeks
twitched.
After that, there is
no need to speak.
At Victor, who was
trying to involve the whole of Arcazam, let alone all the servants of the
mansion, with his strange charisma, the angry Irisdina charged from the third
floor with her face bright red. A spectacular parent-child fight broke out.
Irisdina, with her
embarrassment and anger, wielded her rapier, and Victor, who had let his love
for his daughter run wild, repelled the rapier with his bare hands.
When the father, who
couldn't let go of his daughter, tried to hug Irisdina, saying, "Don't
go," the daughter, with a look of utter disgust on her face, kicked her
father's face and ran away. Such a commotion unfolded endlessly.
And at the side of
that commotion, Mena was nonchalantly prompting the servants to prepare for the
cleanup.
In the end, for about
an hour after that, the sound of explosions echoed through the Francilt mansion
until the two in question had run out of energy.
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