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: Appointment (2)
A large dome-shaped building shining brightly as if the blue sky was reflected, many wagons were entering the Royal Stadium.
In the endless procession of wagons, the soldiers rushed to control the traffic.
In recent years, has there been a case where so many nobles have gathered in the royal castle?
There were quite a few nobles who were called by the king's name, but they had never been as crowded as today.
It was as if all the nobles of Seldam had gathered here.
"A lot of wagons!"
Ash Ballet saw the carriages of the nobles lined up with twinkling eyes.
The Viscount Ballet said while stroking her daughter's hair.
"That's it. It's said to be the emergence of a new master class, but it's the first time I've seen such a gathering.
"Jamie is amazing!"
Ash waved his small hands tightly with an excited expression on his face.
Perhaps such a daughter was cute, the Viscount laughed. Then I saw the eldest daughter sitting across from me.
Rebecca was looking out the window with a nervous expression on her face.
"Rebecca. Why?
on? Oh no."
"You seem a little nervous at the thought of meeting Jamie."
"Long, I'm not nervous."
The trembling of her voice was a sign of nervousness, but seeing her daughter pretending not to be, the Viscount almost laughed out loud.
On the other hand, Ash tilted her head at her sister's reaction.
"Sister, why are you nervous?"
"Your sister wasn't nervous."
"Is your face stiff?"
"I can't sleep."
Rebecca answered in a low voice, avoiding Ash's gaze.
'This is the one. It wasn't a night's play with fire.'
Apparently, his eldest daughter was obsessed with Jamie Welton.
It is said that children change the person they like very quickly, but seeing a single-minded daughter made my heart ache as a father.
'In the past, I used to whine about marrying my father .'
Are you already this big?
Even the Viscount, who had the same impression as a hawk, became somewhat depressed this time. I wondered if this was the sorrow of a father who had a daughter.
Whether or not she knew her father's heart, Rebecca glanced out the window and thought.
'Sir. Are you okay?'
So many people came to see Jamie Wellton.
If you were to stand as the main character in a position like this, you might die of suffocation.
Rebecca let out a sigh as she was worried about Mrs.
apart from that.
' You must have been very cool, didn't you?'
A desire to see Jamie, who had changed for the better, as soon as possible, writhes in her heart.
Is a girl's love a hurricane?
* * *
The Skadium was bustling with many nobles.
It was a huge number, but this was a number that was reduced as much as possible.
Outside of the present royal castle, the nobility, who were not permitted to enter, were crowded like swarms of ants.
No matter how many people gathered to celebrate the appointment of the Archmage, it was too much, so the Royal Knights mobilized.
Then, the commotion of the crowd was suppressed at once.
It was natural.
This was the royal castle, and it was also the residence of the master of Seldam.
In such a place, if the orders of the knights protecting the royal family were violated, even the small nobles who did not get permission to enter would be punished mercilessly.
Even this was possible with King Friedmoor's consideration, and it was impossible for such a large number of people to enter the capital in the first place.
"It was a really big crowd."
"That's it."
Earl Wellton and Viscount Ballet, who had not met in a long time, settled on the second floor.
A place reserved for spectators of the appointment ceremony, Earl Wellton, the father of the appointment ceremony protagonist, was given the best seat.
Since the Viscount Ballet was the brother-in-law of Earl Welton, he was able to get a seat close to him.
"By the way, the kids are a lot bigger than I've seen before. Rebecca is now feeling like a lady."
Thank you.
At the Count's praise, Rebecca blushed and gently lifted her skirt.
"But where is your brother-in-law?"
"Sara was frustrated, so she went to get some air."
"You could have the nanny do it ."
"Only for the children, they want to do it themselves."
Even though she came from a great aristocratic family, Sears was a woman with a light nobility.
So Earl Wellton loved her.
"By the way, you can't see the Marquis."
"Are you talking about Marquis Bell?"
"You would have come. Perhaps you will be with your Majesty."
The Earl's father-in-law and Jamie's maternal grandfather, Marquis Belle, was one of King Friedmoor's advisors.
So, there was a high possibility that he was chatting with the king by now.
Then, someone quickly approached their place.
Earl Welton was the first to notice the feeling.
The master of speculation, who blatantly sends you to feel it even if you don't want to feel it.
"Albert."
"Wo- Count Wellton~"
He was none other than the king's spear, a renowned spear master and spear master Albert.
As soon as the Viscount Ballet found him, Rebecca and Ash hid behind them.
Dad?
"Why?"
The two girls looked at their father's face in surprise at the sudden action of the Viscount.
But the Viscount Ballet could not answer. It was because all nerves were all directed towards Albert.
Albert, who felt that gaze, smiled broadly and waved his hand to the Viscount.
what. Did you have your own?"
A faint gleam appeared in the Viscount's eyes.
No one should breathe life in the Royal Skadium, but the Viscount's life was based on instinct.
Earl Wellton grabbed the Viscount's shoulder.
"Calm down. I'm not the kind of guy who's going crazy here.
"You're a bastard, that's too much~"
Albert, who came closer, looked at the two with a playful face.
Then he glanced at the two girls behind the Viscount.
The Viscount hastily hid the children in a direction that his gaze could not reach.
Dad? Why are you doing this!"
sick ."
Rebecca and Ash frowned, perhaps pulling a little harder.
"Your daughters are sick, Viscount. Do not worry about it. You're out of my standards, so I won't treat you like you did back then. Still, if there's something naughty, you can watch it later. Oh, I'm afraid I can't... ."
"Albert, shut your mouth."
Count Wellton cut off Albert's words of continuing to provoke Viscount Ballet.
"It's in front of the kids. If you keep making fun of your snout, I'd like you to be prepared for it. Because he is my brother-in-law."
"Oh- will the Count deal with me? Come to think of it, we haven't met swords yet.
greenhorn. Haven't the wounds from Gastol healed yet?
As Earl Wellton sneered at him, for the first time the smile disappeared from Albert's face.
"Looks like you hit the pinnacle. By the way, you, who can't even defeat Gastol, are you going to mix swords with me? Ha ha ha ha ha!
As the Count made a lot of banter, all eyes around him were focused on him.
However, even in a situation where a lot of attention was focused, the Count warned Albert with an indifferent face.
"Come, improve your skills. Otherwise, you might never be able to lift your favorite spear. Then I will lose sight of His Majesty."
" You're talking pretty daring, Count? Are you higher than me?"
"Gastol competed with me and couldn't get past ten. How are you?"
At those words, both Albert and the Viscount Ballet behind them looked at the Count with a shocked expression.
who is gastol
He was not present today, but he was a member of Seldam's Five Sword Masters.
The fact that he defeated such an opponent in just ten strokes meant that Earl Welton's skills were at the top of the master class.
"You are bluffing. Rumors that he was on the same level as the Swordsman of Gale were rumored back in the evening... ."
"I don't know when the rumor was circulating."
The Count raised his momentum and approached Albert.
Then he brought his mouth to his ear and whispered softly.
"Let's get some more mother's milk, baby."
A huge pressure weighed only Albert.
Albert rolled his eyes wide and looked at the side of Earl Welton.
The Count slowly removed his face and patted Albert on the shoulder.
"Stop going. It's my son's appointment, so the king's spear should be right next to your majesty.
" Let's see."
"If you are not afraid, you are welcome to come."
Albert gritted his teeth and disappeared.
The Count let out a low sigh.
"I don't know why your majesty used that crazy guy as the king's spear."
" ."
viscount. I understand how you feel, but let me open my eyes. Do you see your daughters?"
Ah.
The Viscount Ballet, awakened by the Count's words, saw his two daughters.
Rebecca and Ash questioned his condition with worried faces.
Dad Are you okay?
"Aren't you sick?"
The Viscount let out a small sigh, and, with a slight smile, gently stroked the heads of the two daughters.
"Dad is fine. do not worry.
I was worried about the kids.
The Viscount remembered Albert's face and grinded his teeth inwardly.
Five years ago, it was when I visited the capital by order of the king.
At that time, he had been appointed as the commander of a special mission battalion, and he was busy preparing for this and that.
Then Albert appeared.
It was a time when he had not yet received the nickname of 'King's Spear', not long after ascending to Sword Master.
He appeared out of the blue and began to provoke the Viscount Ballet.
- He said he was the head of a famous ballet family as a spirit? Are you a high-level spiritsaber?
- Who is that?
- That doesn't matter. Let's stick together. Oh, were you scared? The male bastard is scared. You seem to be married, aren't you embarrassed to see your children? The children are pitiful, pitiful.
It was an endless provocation, but even the children were talking about it, so the Viscount had no choice but to leave.
I was very upset and tried to pick up the words I spit out.
However, the match was lost in an instant.
- It was nothing. Disappointment.
A human who suddenly appears and excites the opponent with a mean provocation.
Albert was such a writer.
The problem was that his power was so strong that he could not even dream of revenge.
It was a continuation of days that were so damn unfair.
Still, time was short, and the guy appeared in front of me again in a somewhat better situation.
"If it wasn't for you, I would have lost my mind again."
Had I lost my mind, it would have had the same result as five years ago.
Earl Wellton nodded and studied the agenda.
"You held up well."
The most twisted human among the kingdom's five masters.
That's Albert.
I don't know why King Friedmoor made him his spear, but if he appears in front of him again, then.
"Your Majesty, please!"
At that moment, a loud voice echoed from below as if the preparation was complete.
All the nobles, who were present in the crowd, stood up in unison and marched toward the king who would soon appear.
Moments later, to the sound of trumpets resounding throughout the castle, someone began to climb the five steps leading to the throne.
A young king with hair that swayed softly like the moonlight rising in broad daylight, white skin that much, and golden eyes.
Fontina K Friedmoor.
It was followed by a boy in his mid-teens who looked exactly like King Friedmoor and a sickly-looking girl.
And the servants were following him, with a swordsman in uniform and Marquis Belle at the forefront.
King Friedmoor, who had ascended to the throne with the assistance of his servants, sat there cautiously, and a boy and a girl sat down on either side of the king.
Prince Kane P Friedmoor and Princess Isabelle P Friedmoor.
Shortly thereafter, the Royal Knights appeared and lined the red carpet from the main gate to the throne from side to side.
King Friedmoor greeted all gathered here.
"Everyone worked hard to come a long way."
The castle is one hell of a thing!
Then the crowd and the servants bowed their heads in unison, expressing their respect for the king.
King Friedmoor continued.
"Today is a very happy day. Another new archmage has been born in this land we live in. Today is the place to bless him, so I hope that those gathered here will bless the new Archmage and further bless the future of the kingdom."
Here comes the wise word, Your Majesty!
King Friedmoor nodded with satisfaction and glanced at the moderator at the bottom of the stairs.
The host bowed his head, then looked at the front door and shouted.
"I will hold the appointment ceremony!"
The prepared musicians beat the drums, raising the tension.
"A native of the Highness Territory, a member of the Welton family, a hero who saved Apton, a hero who received the name of the Pyro Goddess, and a hero who rose to the heights of a high wizard at the age of 8 and saved the magical world!!"
The drumming sound gets faster and faster.
Tension lingered in the hall, and all eyes of the crowd turned to the door that had not yet been opened.
The host opened his eyes and shouted until his throat exploded.
"Jamie Wellton, open the door and tell me to come in!"
A large door opened, and the dazzling sunlight poured in.
There was only one person standing there, covered in dark shadows, with their backs to the light.
He stepped inside slowly.
A boy wearing a blue robe, a sword around his waist, and a staff taller than his height in his left hand.
Jamie Welton confidently walked towards King Friedmoor.
The Royal Knights crossed their swords in the air at the signal he passed.
Without making a sound of a breath, he looked at the boy walking on the carpet, holding his breath.
Jamie in front of the king.
He knelt down on one knee and bowed his head toward the king.
"Jamie Wellton, see you, Your Majesty."
King Friedmoor had an intuition at the sight.
A true hero was born.
- Continued on next episode -
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: Appointment (2)
A large dome-shaped building shining brightly as if the blue sky was reflected, many wagons were entering the Royal Stadium.
In the endless procession of wagons, the soldiers rushed to control the traffic.
In recent years, has there been a case where so many nobles have gathered in the royal castle?
There were quite a few nobles who were called by the king's name, but they had never been as crowded as today.
It was as if all the nobles of Seldam had gathered here.
"A lot of wagons!"
Ash Ballet saw the carriages of the nobles lined up with twinkling eyes.
The Viscount Ballet said while stroking her daughter's hair.
"That's it. It's said to be the emergence of a new master class, but it's the first time I've seen such a gathering.
"Jamie is amazing!"
Ash waved his small hands tightly with an excited expression on his face.
Perhaps such a daughter was cute, the Viscount laughed. Then I saw the eldest daughter sitting across from me.
Rebecca was looking out the window with a nervous expression on her face.
"Rebecca. Why?
on? Oh no."
"You seem a little nervous at the thought of meeting Jamie."
"Long, I'm not nervous."
The trembling of her voice was a sign of nervousness, but seeing her daughter pretending not to be, the Viscount almost laughed out loud.
On the other hand, Ash tilted her head at her sister's reaction.
"Sister, why are you nervous?"
"Your sister wasn't nervous."
"Is your face stiff?"
"I can't sleep."
Rebecca answered in a low voice, avoiding Ash's gaze.
'This is the one. It wasn't a night's play with fire.'
Apparently, his eldest daughter was obsessed with Jamie Welton.
It is said that children change the person they like very quickly, but seeing a single-minded daughter made my heart ache as a father.
'In the past, I used to whine about marrying my father .'
Are you already this big?
Even the Viscount, who had the same impression as a hawk, became somewhat depressed this time. I wondered if this was the sorrow of a father who had a daughter.
Whether or not she knew her father's heart, Rebecca glanced out the window and thought.
'Sir. Are you okay?'
So many people came to see Jamie Wellton.
If you were to stand as the main character in a position like this, you might die of suffocation.
Rebecca let out a sigh as she was worried about Mrs.
apart from that.
' You must have been very cool, didn't you?'
A desire to see Jamie, who had changed for the better, as soon as possible, writhes in her heart.
Is a girl's love a hurricane?
* * *
The Skadium was bustling with many nobles.
It was a huge number, but this was a number that was reduced as much as possible.
Outside of the present royal castle, the nobility, who were not permitted to enter, were crowded like swarms of ants.
No matter how many people gathered to celebrate the appointment of the Archmage, it was too much, so the Royal Knights mobilized.
Then, the commotion of the crowd was suppressed at once.
It was natural.
This was the royal castle, and it was also the residence of the master of Seldam.
In such a place, if the orders of the knights protecting the royal family were violated, even the small nobles who did not get permission to enter would be punished mercilessly.
Even this was possible with King Friedmoor's consideration, and it was impossible for such a large number of people to enter the capital in the first place.
"It was a really big crowd."
"That's it."
Earl Wellton and Viscount Ballet, who had not met in a long time, settled on the second floor.
A place reserved for spectators of the appointment ceremony, Earl Wellton, the father of the appointment ceremony protagonist, was given the best seat.
Since the Viscount Ballet was the brother-in-law of Earl Welton, he was able to get a seat close to him.
"By the way, the kids are a lot bigger than I've seen before. Rebecca is now feeling like a lady."
Thank you.
At the Count's praise, Rebecca blushed and gently lifted her skirt.
"But where is your brother-in-law?"
"Sara was frustrated, so she went to get some air."
"You could have the nanny do it ."
"Only for the children, they want to do it themselves."
Even though she came from a great aristocratic family, Sears was a woman with a light nobility.
So Earl Wellton loved her.
"By the way, you can't see the Marquis."
"Are you talking about Marquis Bell?"
"You would have come. Perhaps you will be with your Majesty."
The Earl's father-in-law and Jamie's maternal grandfather, Marquis Belle, was one of King Friedmoor's advisors.
So, there was a high possibility that he was chatting with the king by now.
Then, someone quickly approached their place.
Earl Welton was the first to notice the feeling.
The master of speculation, who blatantly sends you to feel it even if you don't want to feel it.
"Albert."
"Wo- Count Wellton~"
He was none other than the king's spear, a renowned spear master and spear master Albert.
As soon as the Viscount Ballet found him, Rebecca and Ash hid behind them.
Dad?
"Why?"
The two girls looked at their father's face in surprise at the sudden action of the Viscount.
But the Viscount Ballet could not answer. It was because all nerves were all directed towards Albert.
Albert, who felt that gaze, smiled broadly and waved his hand to the Viscount.
what. Did you have your own?"
A faint gleam appeared in the Viscount's eyes.
No one should breathe life in the Royal Skadium, but the Viscount's life was based on instinct.
Earl Wellton grabbed the Viscount's shoulder.
"Calm down. I'm not the kind of guy who's going crazy here.
"You're a bastard, that's too much~"
Albert, who came closer, looked at the two with a playful face.
Then he glanced at the two girls behind the Viscount.
The Viscount hastily hid the children in a direction that his gaze could not reach.
Dad? Why are you doing this!"
sick ."
Rebecca and Ash frowned, perhaps pulling a little harder.
"Your daughters are sick, Viscount. Do not worry about it. You're out of my standards, so I won't treat you like you did back then. Still, if there's something naughty, you can watch it later. Oh, I'm afraid I can't... ."
"Albert, shut your mouth."
Count Wellton cut off Albert's words of continuing to provoke Viscount Ballet.
"It's in front of the kids. If you keep making fun of your snout, I'd like you to be prepared for it. Because he is my brother-in-law."
"Oh- will the Count deal with me? Come to think of it, we haven't met swords yet.
greenhorn. Haven't the wounds from Gastol healed yet?
As Earl Wellton sneered at him, for the first time the smile disappeared from Albert's face.
"Looks like you hit the pinnacle. By the way, you, who can't even defeat Gastol, are you going to mix swords with me? Ha ha ha ha ha!
As the Count made a lot of banter, all eyes around him were focused on him.
However, even in a situation where a lot of attention was focused, the Count warned Albert with an indifferent face.
"Come, improve your skills. Otherwise, you might never be able to lift your favorite spear. Then I will lose sight of His Majesty."
" You're talking pretty daring, Count? Are you higher than me?"
"Gastol competed with me and couldn't get past ten. How are you?"
At those words, both Albert and the Viscount Ballet behind them looked at the Count with a shocked expression.
who is gastol
He was not present today, but he was a member of Seldam's Five Sword Masters.
The fact that he defeated such an opponent in just ten strokes meant that Earl Welton's skills were at the top of the master class.
"You are bluffing. Rumors that he was on the same level as the Swordsman of Gale were rumored back in the evening... ."
"I don't know when the rumor was circulating."
The Count raised his momentum and approached Albert.
Then he brought his mouth to his ear and whispered softly.
"Let's get some more mother's milk, baby."
A huge pressure weighed only Albert.
Albert rolled his eyes wide and looked at the side of Earl Welton.
The Count slowly removed his face and patted Albert on the shoulder.
"Stop going. It's my son's appointment, so the king's spear should be right next to your majesty.
" Let's see."
"If you are not afraid, you are welcome to come."
Albert gritted his teeth and disappeared.
The Count let out a low sigh.
"I don't know why your majesty used that crazy guy as the king's spear."
" ."
viscount. I understand how you feel, but let me open my eyes. Do you see your daughters?"
Ah.
The Viscount Ballet, awakened by the Count's words, saw his two daughters.
Rebecca and Ash questioned his condition with worried faces.
Dad Are you okay?
"Aren't you sick?"
The Viscount let out a small sigh, and, with a slight smile, gently stroked the heads of the two daughters.
"Dad is fine. do not worry.
I was worried about the kids.
The Viscount remembered Albert's face and grinded his teeth inwardly.
Five years ago, it was when I visited the capital by order of the king.
At that time, he had been appointed as the commander of a special mission battalion, and he was busy preparing for this and that.
Then Albert appeared.
It was a time when he had not yet received the nickname of 'King's Spear', not long after ascending to Sword Master.
He appeared out of the blue and began to provoke the Viscount Ballet.
- He said he was the head of a famous ballet family as a spirit? Are you a high-level spiritsaber?
- Who is that?
- That doesn't matter. Let's stick together. Oh, were you scared? The male bastard is scared. You seem to be married, aren't you embarrassed to see your children? The children are pitiful, pitiful.
It was an endless provocation, but even the children were talking about it, so the Viscount had no choice but to leave.
I was very upset and tried to pick up the words I spit out.
However, the match was lost in an instant.
- It was nothing. Disappointment.
A human who suddenly appears and excites the opponent with a mean provocation.
Albert was such a writer.
The problem was that his power was so strong that he could not even dream of revenge.
It was a continuation of days that were so damn unfair.
Still, time was short, and the guy appeared in front of me again in a somewhat better situation.
"If it wasn't for you, I would have lost my mind again."
Had I lost my mind, it would have had the same result as five years ago.
Earl Wellton nodded and studied the agenda.
"You held up well."
The most twisted human among the kingdom's five masters.
That's Albert.
I don't know why King Friedmoor made him his spear, but if he appears in front of him again, then.
"Your Majesty, please!"
At that moment, a loud voice echoed from below as if the preparation was complete.
All the nobles, who were present in the crowd, stood up in unison and marched toward the king who would soon appear.
Moments later, to the sound of trumpets resounding throughout the castle, someone began to climb the five steps leading to the throne.
A young king with hair that swayed softly like the moonlight rising in broad daylight, white skin that much, and golden eyes.
Fontina K Friedmoor.
It was followed by a boy in his mid-teens who looked exactly like King Friedmoor and a sickly-looking girl.
And the servants were following him, with a swordsman in uniform and Marquis Belle at the forefront.
King Friedmoor, who had ascended to the throne with the assistance of his servants, sat there cautiously, and a boy and a girl sat down on either side of the king.
Prince Kane P Friedmoor and Princess Isabelle P Friedmoor.
Shortly thereafter, the Royal Knights appeared and lined the red carpet from the main gate to the throne from side to side.
King Friedmoor greeted all gathered here.
"Everyone worked hard to come a long way."
The castle is one hell of a thing!
Then the crowd and the servants bowed their heads in unison, expressing their respect for the king.
King Friedmoor continued.
"Today is a very happy day. Another new archmage has been born in this land we live in. Today is the place to bless him, so I hope that those gathered here will bless the new Archmage and further bless the future of the kingdom."
Here comes the wise word, Your Majesty!
King Friedmoor nodded with satisfaction and glanced at the moderator at the bottom of the stairs.
The host bowed his head, then looked at the front door and shouted.
"I will hold the appointment ceremony!"
The prepared musicians beat the drums, raising the tension.
"A native of the Highness Territory, a member of the Welton family, a hero who saved Apton, a hero who received the name of the Pyro Goddess, and a hero who rose to the heights of a high wizard at the age of 8 and saved the magical world!!"
The drumming sound gets faster and faster.
Tension lingered in the hall, and all eyes of the crowd turned to the door that had not yet been opened.
The host opened his eyes and shouted until his throat exploded.
"Jamie Wellton, open the door and tell me to come in!"
A large door opened, and the dazzling sunlight poured in.
There was only one person standing there, covered in dark shadows, with their backs to the light.
He stepped inside slowly.
A boy wearing a blue robe, a sword around his waist, and a staff taller than his height in his left hand.
Jamie Welton confidently walked towards King Friedmoor.
The Royal Knights crossed their swords in the air at the signal he passed.
Without making a sound of a breath, he looked at the boy walking on the carpet, holding his breath.
Jamie in front of the king.
He knelt down on one knee and bowed his head toward the king.
"Jamie Wellton, see you, Your Majesty."
King Friedmoor had an intuition at the sight.
A true hero was born.
- Continued on next episode -
: Appointment 2 A large dome-shaped building shining brightly as if the blue sky was reflected, many wagons were entering the Royal Stadium. In the endless procession of wagons, the soldiers rushed to control the traffic. In recent years, has there been a case where so many nobles have gathered in the royal castle? There were quite a few nobles who were called by the king's name, but they had never been as crowded as today. It was as if all the nobles of Seldam had gathered here. "A lot of wagons!" Ash Ballet saw the carriages of the nobles lined up with twinkling eyes. The Viscount Ballet said while stroking her daughter's hair. "That's it. It's said to be the emergence of a new master class, but it's the first time I've seen such a gathering. "Jamie is amazing!" Ash waved his small hands tightly with an excited expression on his face. Perhaps such a daughter was cute, the Viscount laughed. Then I saw the eldest daughter sitting across from me. Rebecca was looking out the window with a nervous expression on her face. "Rebecca. Why? on? Oh no." "You seem a little nervous at the thought of meeting Jamie." "Long, I'm not nervous." The trembling of her voice was a sign of nervousness, but seeing her daughter pretending not to be, the Viscount almost laughed out loud. On the other hand, Ash tilted her head at her sister's reaction. "Sister, why are you nervous?" "Your sister wasn't nervous." "Is your face stiff?" "I can't sleep." Rebecca answered in a low voice, avoiding Ash's gaze. 'This is the one. It wasn't a night's play with fire.' Apparently, his eldest daughter was obsessed with Jamie Welton. It is said that children change the person they like very quickly, but seeing a single-minded daughter made my heart ache as a father. 'In the past, I used to whine about marrying my father .' Are you already this big? Even the Viscount, who had the same impression as a hawk, became somewhat depressed this time. I wondered if this was the sorrow of a father who had a daughter. Whether or not she knew her father's heart, Rebecca glanced out the window and thought. 'Sir. Are you okay?' So many people came to see Jamie Wellton. If you were to stand as the main character in a position like this, you might die of suffocation. Rebecca let out a sigh as she was worried about Mrs. apart from that. ' You must have been very cool, didn't you?' A desire to see Jamie, who had changed for the better, as soon as possible, writhes in her heart. Is a girl's love a hurricane? * * * The Skadium was bustling with many nobles. It was a huge number, but this was a number that was reduced as much as possible. Outside of the present royal castle, the nobility, who were not permitted to enter, were crowded like swarms of ants. No matter how many people gathered to celebrate the appointment of the Archmage, it was too much, so the Royal Knights mobilized. Then, the commotion of the crowd was suppressed at once. It was natural. This was the royal castle, and it was also the residence of the master of Seldam. In such a place, if the orders of the knights protecting the royal family were violated, even the small nobles who did not get permission to enter would be punished mercilessly. Even this was possible with King Friedmoor's consideration, and it was impossible for such a large number of people to enter the capital in the first place. "It was a really big crowd." "That's it." Earl Wellton and Viscount Ballet, who had not met in a long time, settled on the second floor. A place reserved for spectators of the appointment ceremony, Earl Wellton, the father of the appointment ceremony protagonist, was given the best seat. Since the Viscount Ballet was the brother-in-law of Earl Welton, he was able to get a seat close to him. "By the way, the kids are a lot bigger than I've seen before. Rebecca is now feeling like a lady." Thank you. At the Count's praise, Rebecca blushed and gently lifted her skirt. "But where is your brother-in-law?" "Sara was frustrated, so she went to get some air." "You could have the nanny do it ." "Only for the children, they want to do it themselves." Even though she came from a great aristocratic family, Sears was a woman with a light nobility. So Earl Wellton loved her. "By the way, you can't see the Marquis." "Are you talking about Marquis Bell?" "You would have come. Perhaps you will be with your Majesty." The Earl's father-in-law and Jamie's maternal grandfather, Marquis Belle, was one of King Friedmoor's advisors. So, there was a high possibility that he was chatting with the king by now. Then, someone quickly approached their place. Earl Welton was the first to notice the feeling. The master of speculation, who blatantly sends you to feel it even if you don't want to feel it. "Albert." "Wo- Count Wellton~" He was none other than the king's spear, a renowned spear master and spear master Albert. As soon as the Viscount Ballet found him, Rebecca and Ash hid behind them. Dad? "Why?" The two girls looked at their father's face in surprise at the sudden action of the Viscount. But the Viscount Ballet could not answer. It was because all nerves were all directed towards Albert. Albert, who felt that gaze, smiled broadly and waved his hand to the Viscount. what. Did you have your own?" A faint gleam appeared in the Viscount's eyes. No one should breathe life in the Royal Skadium, but the Viscount's life was based on instinct. Earl Wellton grabbed the Viscount's shoulder. "Calm down. I'm not the kind of guy who's going crazy here. "You're a bastard, that's too much~" Albert, who came closer, looked at the two with a playful face. Then he glanced at the two girls behind the Viscount. The Viscount hastily hid the children in a direction that his gaze could not reach. Dad? Why are you doing this!" sick ." Rebecca and Ash frowned, perhaps pulling a little harder. "Your daughters are sick, Viscount. Do not worry about it. You're out of my standards, so I won't treat you like you did back then. Still, if there's something naughty, you can watch it later. Oh, I'm afraid I can't... ." "Albert, shut your mouth." Count Wellton cut off Albert's words of continuing to provoke Viscount Ballet. "It's in front of the kids. If you keep making fun of your snout, I'd like you to be prepared for it. Because he is my brother-in-law." "Oh- will the Count deal with me? Come to think of it, we haven't met swords yet. greenhorn. Haven't the wounds from Gastol healed yet? As Earl Wellton sneered at him, for the first time the smile disappeared from Albert's face. "Looks like you hit the pinnacle. By the way, you, who can't even defeat Gastol, are you going to mix swords with me? Ha ha ha ha ha! As the Count made a lot of banter, all eyes around him were focused on him. However, even in a situation where a lot of attention was focused, the Count warned Albert with an indifferent face. "Come, improve your skills. Otherwise, you might never be able to lift your favorite spear. Then I will lose sight of His Majesty." " You're talking pretty daring, Count? Are you higher than me?" "Gastol competed with me and couldn't get past ten. How are you?" At those words, both Albert and the Viscount Ballet behind them looked at the Count with a shocked expression. who is gastol He was not present today, but he was a member of Seldam's Five Sword Masters. The fact that he defeated such an opponent in just ten strokes meant that Earl Welton's skills were at the top of the master class. "You are bluffing. Rumors that he was on the same level as the Swordsman of Gale were rumored back in the evening... ." "I don't know when the rumor was circulating." The Count raised his momentum and approached Albert. Then he brought his mouth to his ear and whispered softly. "Let's get some more mother's milk, baby." A huge pressure weighed only Albert. Albert rolled his eyes wide and looked at the side of Earl Welton. The Count slowly removed his face and patted Albert on the shoulder. "Stop going. It's my son's appointment, so the king's spear should be right next to your majesty. " Let's see." "If you are not afraid, you are welcome to come." Albert gritted his teeth and disappeared. The Count let out a low sigh. "I don't know why your majesty used that crazy guy as the king's spear." " ." viscount. I understand how you feel, but let me open my eyes. Do you see your daughters?" Ah. The Viscount Ballet, awakened by the Count's words, saw his two daughters. Rebecca and Ash questioned his condition with worried faces. Dad Are you okay? "Aren't you sick?" The Viscount let out a small sigh, and, with a slight smile, gently stroked the heads of the two daughters. "Dad is fine. do not worry. I was worried about the kids. The Viscount remembered Albert's face and grinded his teeth inwardly. Five years ago, it was when I visited the capital by order of the king. At that time, he had been appointed as the commander of a special mission battalion, and he was busy preparing for this and that. Then Albert appeared. It was a time when he had not yet received the nickname of 'King's Spear', not long after ascending to Sword Master. He appeared out of the blue and began to provoke the Viscount Ballet. - He said he was the head of a famous ballet family as a spirit? Are you a high-level spiritsaber? - Who is that? - That doesn't matter. Let's stick together. Oh, were you scared? The male bastard is scared. You seem to be married, aren't you embarrassed to see your children? The children are pitiful, pitiful. It was an endless provocation, but even the children were talking about it, so the Viscount had no choice but to leave. I was very upset and tried to pick up the words I spit out. However, the match was lost in an instant. - It was nothing. Disappointment. A human who suddenly appears and excites the opponent with a mean provocation. Albert was such a writer. The problem was that his power was so strong that he could not even dream of revenge. It was a continuation of days that were so damn unfair. Still, time was short, and the guy appeared in front of me again in a somewhat better situation. "If it wasn't for you, I would have lost my mind again." Had I lost my mind, it would have had the same result as five years ago. Earl Wellton nodded and studied the agenda. "You held up well." The most twisted human among the kingdom's five masters. That's Albert. I don't know why King Friedmoor made him his spear, but if he appears in front of him again, then. "Your Majesty, please!" At that moment, a loud voice echoed from below as if the preparation was complete. All the nobles, who were present in the crowd, stood up in unison and marched toward the king who would soon appear. Moments later, to the sound of trumpets resounding throughout the castle, someone began to climb the five steps leading to the throne. A young king with hair that swayed softly like the moonlight rising in broad daylight, white skin that much, and golden eyes. Fontina K Friedmoor. It was followed by a boy in his mid-teens who looked exactly like King Friedmoor and a sickly-looking girl. And the servants were following him, with a swordsman in uniform and Marquis Belle at the forefront. King Friedmoor, who had ascended to the throne with the assistance of his servants, sat there cautiously, and a boy and a girl sat down on either side of the king. Prince Kane P Friedmoor and Princess Isabelle P Friedmoor. Shortly thereafter, the Royal Knights appeared and lined the red carpet from the main gate to the throne from side to side. King Friedmoor greeted all gathered here. "Everyone worked hard to come a long way." The castle is one hell of a thing! Then the crowd and the servants bowed their heads in unison, expressing their respect for the king. King Friedmoor continued. "Today is a very happy day. Another new archmage has been born in this land we live in. Today is the place to bless him, so I hope that those gathered here will bless the new Archmage and further bless the future of the kingdom." Here comes the wise word, Your Majesty! King Friedmoor nodded with satisfaction and glanced at the moderator at the bottom of the stairs. The host bowed his head, then looked at the front door and shouted. "I will hold the appointment ceremony!" The prepared musicians beat the drums, raising the tension. "A native of the Highness Territory, a member of the Welton family, a hero who saved Apton, a hero who received the name of the Pyro Goddess, and a hero who rose to the heights of a high wizard at the age of 8 and saved the magical world!!" The drumming sound gets faster and faster. Tension lingered in the hall, and all eyes of the crowd turned to the door that had not yet been opened. The host opened his eyes and shouted until his throat exploded. "Jamie Wellton, open the door and tell me to come in!" A large door opened, and the dazzling sunlight poured in. There was only one person standing there, covered in dark shadows, with their backs to the light. He stepped inside slowly. A boy wearing a blue robe, a sword around his waist, and a staff taller than his height in his left hand. Jamie Welton confidently walked towards King Friedmoor. The Royal Knights crossed their swords in the air at the signal he passed. Without making a sound of a breath, he looked at the boy walking on the carpet, holding his breath. Jamie in front of the king. He knelt down on one knee and bowed his head toward the king. "Jamie Wellton, see you, Your Majesty." King Friedmoor had an intuition at the sight. A true hero was born. - Continued on next episode -
