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: Sword (2)
The Welton family's gymnasium was very spacious, as its name suggests.
And the floor material was made of special metal, and it was designed to withstand the power of the sword master, Earl Welton.
'Come to think of it, I haven't been to the gym a few times.'
When I was younger than I am now, Earl Wellton brought me a few times, and that was the end of it. You don't even train, let alone black, so there's no reason to come to the gym.
Perhaps because of that, the scene of the theater that unfolded in front of him was very unfamiliar to Jamie.
Even though I've been living there for over 7 years.
Jamie entered the dance hall. And I found a man standing with his back.
It was Earl Wellton.
He was wearing a training uniform unlike usual, but the atmosphere was completely different.
"Are you here?"
The Count said so without looking back.
At that level, it was not difficult to know who came without seeing.
Yeah.
"Coming here means that you are determined to prove yourself."
"I'm serious."
okay. Sincerity. That's a good thing."
The Count straightened up the wooden sword he was holding on the ground.
"I will fight you with this one sack. You use your everything to get my sword."
It was only a wooden sword, but if the person holding it was Earl Welton, its weight would change.
Jamie swallowed dry saliva.
The force felt by the Count was not violent, but rather, it was refined and felt more terrifying.
'Equal to Sable. No, maybe more.'
I can't be sure as I've never seen the Count do his best, but just by looking at him now, he's never been any worse than Sable.
Was it this strong?
As a Sword Master, I knew that he was naturally strong, but I thought he would be a bit higher than Beiril.
"Don't use Aurors."
Even a wooden sword becomes more threatening than any other famous sword if the Master's aura is included.
And how will Jamie, who hasn't even entered the master class yet, handle the Auror Blade?
I will be brutally cut to death before even proving it.
Although the Count would not like his own son.
" Are you saying it's okay to use magic?
Jamie knew, too, but just in case he didn't know, he asked the Earl to check.
"Whether it's magic or using a sword. Anything else is fine. If you can block my sword just once by any means, I will pass it on to you."
The count was saying that his sword was not easy.
only once.
Blocks wooden swords that do not use Aurors.
However, it is the sword master who wields the wooden sword.
'You just have to destroy the wooden sword.'
It is not difficult.
If you don't wear an auror, the wooden sword is just a bit of a sturdy piece of wood.
"Are you ready?"
Jamie answered, slowly raising his mana.
Even Black had already been summoned to assist with the magic trick.
Yeah.
The Count turned to Jamie's answer.
His expression was extremely serious, but it was so unfamiliar that it was like seeing someone for the first time.
The Count took a step forward.
Goes.
to send a start signal.
That was Earl Wellton's last consideration.
And Jamie felt a creepy feeling all over her body, and the red alarm bells in her head began to ring loudly.
It was said to be a single sword.
By the way-
'Are you really going to kill your child?!'
Jamie was startled to see his father approaching and holding his wooden sword straight.
Was this what it meant to show determination?
Jamie clenched his teeth in a cold sweat running down his back.
'I'd rather this. I'm going to show you my half-hearted determination. black!'
Queek!
Black controls the flow of mana.
Destroy the wooden sword
Furthermore, he also inflicts damage to his father, Earl Wellton.
That is what the Count wants.
Jamie concentrated his mana on his fingertips. A memorized magic trick was released from his fingertips.
'Destroy!'
[Death Forefinger]
He did not take his eyes off the falling wooden sword.
Jamie thrust his index finger, condensed with powerful mana, towards the wooden sword.
Just before the collision, the two forces violently intertwined, creating a frenzy.
I didn't even include the Auror, so I don't know how I can use this kind of power with just a wooden sword.
"Break it!!"
The index finger and the wooden sword touched.
If you break it like this, your victory is-
"Didn't you say you wouldn't use the auror?"
The Count's soft voice,
The wooden sword is bizarrely broken.
Jamie's eyes widened at the movement that seemed to violate the laws of physics.
"The sword is not simple."
The sword, which has been wielded tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, and millions of times, develops over and over again, and transcends acrobatics when it reaches the extreme.
"It will hurt."
The illusion of time passing slowly.
Jamie smiled in that long time.
"I told you I was sincere."
[Left Hand of Ruin]
The darkened left hand pointed towards the grotesquely flying wooden sword.
Arcane magic that exquisitely blends black magic.
However, since it is not black magic, it can show the power of destruction.
This time, the count's expression changed strangely.
Kwajik-!
A pleasant resounding sound.
The Count's eyes widened.
'The wooden sword !'
Broken.
It was a brief moment of panic at the unexpected, and Jamie's attack did not end.
As if breaking his wooden sword wasn't enough, Jamie stretched out his left hand all the way toward the Count.
reckless behavior.
The Count liked his son's behavior.
However, he could not lose his dignity as a head of household any longer.
chin-
He grabbed his son's wrist with ease.
Jamie's expression turned slightly embarrassed. He really thought he could feed a room.
"Did you really think it would happen?"
" ."
Seeing that there was no answer, it seems that his son was sincere.
The Count was absurd, but on the other hand, he felt proud of such a son.
"Where did you learn this magic?"
"I made it myself."
"Huh-"
Have you reached the level of creating such powerful magic yourself?
Although the Count was unfamiliar with magic, he knew how difficult it was to develop new magic.
Again, that's an amazing talent.
No, it's no longer called talent. His son was an accomplished wizard who served more than one man.
"But do you still want to learn the sword?"
"It may sound cocky to my father, but I am not trying to learn the sword by pretending. I've never seen a sword so easily.
both in the past and in the present. I saw firsthand the power of prosecutors.
It was not something that could be dismissed as a black prank they had worked hard for.
Even Earl Wellton didn't even use an aura right now, but didn't he radiate a formidable spirit?
Of course, I still think that magic is better.
"I'm trying to learn because I need it for my future."
future?
Yeah. The future."
"What future are you talking about?"
"This time. I've been through a lot. I have a talent for magic. I know that fact better than anyone. But this alone is difficult. We're going to have a very tough fight, Dad.
"Jamie."
"Your father is also guessing to some extent."
The still young son was already looking into the distant future.
Maybe not in the distant future, but that was a problem for adults to solve.
It's not a problem for Jamie, who is only seven years old, to worry about.
The Count was going to say that to his son.
"I am young, but I am not young. Even your father knows."
The Count was speechless.
What Jamie had just said was a tip that broke his heart.
My son is different from his peers. I realized this early on, but still, I have treated him more like a child because of my heart that he should be a child.
But Jamie was telling him not to do that anymore.
The Count looked at Jamie silently.
Jamie's face, which looked exactly like him, contained a firm determination.
"It will be difficult."
"I am prepared."
"Let's start tomorrow. Come here by six in the morning."
Yeah!
Jamie replied with a bright face to the Count's words.
The Count looked at his son and smiled.
* * *
"Let's go."
A man with a hawk-like impression put his two daughters in a carriage with an uncomfortably soft face.
The girl who climbed into the carriage with bold steps, and the girl with a gesture full of grace, got on the carriage together.
The two girls with opposite personalities were Rebecca and Ash, the two daughters of a ballet writer.
The Viscount Ballet smiled as she watched the children seated.
"Are you both excited?"
"It's been a while since I've been out!"
Ash jumped in the wagon and shouted joyfully.
Conversely, Rebecca nodded her head shyly.
'They came from the same boat, but they are so different. It's amazing.'
The Viscount Ballet shook her head at the completely different character of the sisters and climbed into the carriage.
"Then I will leave."
At the signal of the coachman, the wagon departed.
Ash, who was looking out the window, asked, turning her head toward her father.
"His must be huge, right?"
"It's probably one of the largest in the eastern part of the kingdom."
"I'm excited."
"By the way, wasn't Ash close to the Welton eldest son?"
"Uh ."
At the father's question, Ash rubbed his lower lip with his finger and pondered.
I first met Jamie Welton at an Eastern Aristocrat party five months ago. We talked at that time, but we haven't had any contact since then.
I tried to send a letter, but I couldn't do such a squeaky thing because of Ash's personality.
'Did you still want to send it?'
I think it would have been ok if I asked how well it is.
When Ash didn't answer, the Viscount Ballet tilted her head and shook her daughter slightly.
ash?
Ah? Ah, ah. Chi, that's friendly. maybe Will you be friends?"
"What else does that mean? If you're close, you're friendly, if you're not, you're not.
"Anyway!"
Ash shouted and turned his head out the window.
I'm not at the age of puberty yet.
Watching her rapidly growing daughter, the Viscount Ballet became depressed for nothing. Although his appearance did not suit him very well, he had a sharp impression resembling a hawk.
The Viscount asked Rebecca, the eldest daughter, this time with a smile on her face.
"Did our eldest daughter have any acquaintance with the master over there?"
Yeah? uh ."
Like Ash, Rebecca ponders for a long time.
The Viscount sincerely pondered what the two daughters had to do with the Count's son.
'I can't.'
Although he was a Viscount who had a good relationship with Earl Welton, he did not know everything about his children.
Still, if something bad happened, both of them had a personality that showed off their faces. On the way home from the Eastern Nobility Party, both of their faces looked happy.
Maybe it's because I haven't seen you in so long.
The Viscount alone came to that conclusion and said with a smile on her face.
"We're going to get to know each other because we can do it again. And you don't have to force yourself to be friends. If you don't like it, there's nothing you can do.
At that, Rebecca tilted her head.
"It's not like that."
Well?
"Is this just because they're friendly, or maybe it's for some other reason."
Rebecca put her hands on her chest.
heart is beating fast
Ever since I met Jamie Wellton in the woods five months ago, it's been like this every time I think of him.
But Rebecca, who had never experienced this feeling, couldn't figure out why.
'I want to see you again.'
Then you might be able to figure out why your heart is beating so fast.
Seeing the eldest daughter like that, the Viscount Ballet sighed a little.
I don't know what my daughters feel.
- Continued on next episode -
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: Sword (2)
The Welton family's gymnasium was very spacious, as its name suggests.
And the floor material was made of special metal, and it was designed to withstand the power of the sword master, Earl Welton.
'Come to think of it, I haven't been to the gym a few times.'
When I was younger than I am now, Earl Wellton brought me a few times, and that was the end of it. You don't even train, let alone black, so there's no reason to come to the gym.
Perhaps because of that, the scene of the theater that unfolded in front of him was very unfamiliar to Jamie.
Even though I've been living there for over 7 years.
Jamie entered the dance hall. And I found a man standing with his back.
It was Earl Wellton.
He was wearing a training uniform unlike usual, but the atmosphere was completely different.
"Are you here?"
The Count said so without looking back.
At that level, it was not difficult to know who came without seeing.
Yeah.
"Coming here means that you are determined to prove yourself."
"I'm serious."
okay. Sincerity. That's a good thing."
The Count straightened up the wooden sword he was holding on the ground.
"I will fight you with this one sack. You use your everything to get my sword."
It was only a wooden sword, but if the person holding it was Earl Welton, its weight would change.
Jamie swallowed dry saliva.
The force felt by the Count was not violent, but rather, it was refined and felt more terrifying.
'Equal to Sable. No, maybe more.'
I can't be sure as I've never seen the Count do his best, but just by looking at him now, he's never been any worse than Sable.
Was it this strong?
As a Sword Master, I knew that he was naturally strong, but I thought he would be a bit higher than Beiril.
"Don't use Aurors."
Even a wooden sword becomes more threatening than any other famous sword if the Master's aura is included.
And how will Jamie, who hasn't even entered the master class yet, handle the Auror Blade?
I will be brutally cut to death before even proving it.
Although the Count would not like his own son.
" Are you saying it's okay to use magic?
Jamie knew, too, but just in case he didn't know, he asked the Earl to check.
"Whether it's magic or using a sword. Anything else is fine. If you can block my sword just once by any means, I will pass it on to you."
The count was saying that his sword was not easy.
only once.
Blocks wooden swords that do not use Aurors.
However, it is the sword master who wields the wooden sword.
'You just have to destroy the wooden sword.'
It is not difficult.
If you don't wear an auror, the wooden sword is just a bit of a sturdy piece of wood.
"Are you ready?"
Jamie answered, slowly raising his mana.
Even Black had already been summoned to assist with the magic trick.
Yeah.
The Count turned to Jamie's answer.
His expression was extremely serious, but it was so unfamiliar that it was like seeing someone for the first time.
The Count took a step forward.
Goes.
to send a start signal.
That was Earl Wellton's last consideration.
And Jamie felt a creepy feeling all over her body, and the red alarm bells in her head began to ring loudly.
It was said to be a single sword.
By the way-
'Are you really going to kill your child?!'
Jamie was startled to see his father approaching and holding his wooden sword straight.
Was this what it meant to show determination?
Jamie clenched his teeth in a cold sweat running down his back.
'I'd rather this. I'm going to show you my half-hearted determination. black!'
Queek!
Black controls the flow of mana.
Destroy the wooden sword
Furthermore, he also inflicts damage to his father, Earl Wellton.
That is what the Count wants.
Jamie concentrated his mana on his fingertips. A memorized magic trick was released from his fingertips.
'Destroy!'
[Death Forefinger]
He did not take his eyes off the falling wooden sword.
Jamie thrust his index finger, condensed with powerful mana, towards the wooden sword.
Just before the collision, the two forces violently intertwined, creating a frenzy.
I didn't even include the Auror, so I don't know how I can use this kind of power with just a wooden sword.
"Break it!!"
The index finger and the wooden sword touched.
If you break it like this, your victory is-
"Didn't you say you wouldn't use the auror?"
The Count's soft voice,
The wooden sword is bizarrely broken.
Jamie's eyes widened at the movement that seemed to violate the laws of physics.
"The sword is not simple."
The sword, which has been wielded tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, and millions of times, develops over and over again, and transcends acrobatics when it reaches the extreme.
"It will hurt."
The illusion of time passing slowly.
Jamie smiled in that long time.
"I told you I was sincere."
[Left Hand of Ruin]
The darkened left hand pointed towards the grotesquely flying wooden sword.
Arcane magic that exquisitely blends black magic.
However, since it is not black magic, it can show the power of destruction.
This time, the count's expression changed strangely.
Kwajik-!
A pleasant resounding sound.
The Count's eyes widened.
'The wooden sword !'
Broken.
It was a brief moment of panic at the unexpected, and Jamie's attack did not end.
As if breaking his wooden sword wasn't enough, Jamie stretched out his left hand all the way toward the Count.
reckless behavior.
The Count liked his son's behavior.
However, he could not lose his dignity as a head of household any longer.
chin-
He grabbed his son's wrist with ease.
Jamie's expression turned slightly embarrassed. He really thought he could feed a room.
"Did you really think it would happen?"
" ."
Seeing that there was no answer, it seems that his son was sincere.
The Count was absurd, but on the other hand, he felt proud of such a son.
"Where did you learn this magic?"
"I made it myself."
"Huh-"
Have you reached the level of creating such powerful magic yourself?
Although the Count was unfamiliar with magic, he knew how difficult it was to develop new magic.
Again, that's an amazing talent.
No, it's no longer called talent. His son was an accomplished wizard who served more than one man.
"But do you still want to learn the sword?"
"It may sound cocky to my father, but I am not trying to learn the sword by pretending. I've never seen a sword so easily.
both in the past and in the present. I saw firsthand the power of prosecutors.
It was not something that could be dismissed as a black prank they had worked hard for.
Even Earl Wellton didn't even use an aura right now, but didn't he radiate a formidable spirit?
Of course, I still think that magic is better.
"I'm trying to learn because I need it for my future."
future?
Yeah. The future."
"What future are you talking about?"
"This time. I've been through a lot. I have a talent for magic. I know that fact better than anyone. But this alone is difficult. We're going to have a very tough fight, Dad.
"Jamie."
"Your father is also guessing to some extent."
The still young son was already looking into the distant future.
Maybe not in the distant future, but that was a problem for adults to solve.
It's not a problem for Jamie, who is only seven years old, to worry about.
The Count was going to say that to his son.
"I am young, but I am not young. Even your father knows."
The Count was speechless.
What Jamie had just said was a tip that broke his heart.
My son is different from his peers. I realized this early on, but still, I have treated him more like a child because of my heart that he should be a child.
But Jamie was telling him not to do that anymore.
The Count looked at Jamie silently.
Jamie's face, which looked exactly like him, contained a firm determination.
"It will be difficult."
"I am prepared."
"Let's start tomorrow. Come here by six in the morning."
Yeah!
Jamie replied with a bright face to the Count's words.
The Count looked at his son and smiled.
* * *
"Let's go."
A man with a hawk-like impression put his two daughters in a carriage with an uncomfortably soft face.
The girl who climbed into the carriage with bold steps, and the girl with a gesture full of grace, got on the carriage together.
The two girls with opposite personalities were Rebecca and Ash, the two daughters of a ballet writer.
The Viscount Ballet smiled as she watched the children seated.
"Are you both excited?"
"It's been a while since I've been out!"
Ash jumped in the wagon and shouted joyfully.
Conversely, Rebecca nodded her head shyly.
'They came from the same boat, but they are so different. It's amazing.'
The Viscount Ballet shook her head at the completely different character of the sisters and climbed into the carriage.
"Then I will leave."
At the signal of the coachman, the wagon departed.
Ash, who was looking out the window, asked, turning her head toward her father.
"His must be huge, right?"
"It's probably one of the largest in the eastern part of the kingdom."
"I'm excited."
"By the way, wasn't Ash close to the Welton eldest son?"
"Uh ."
At the father's question, Ash rubbed his lower lip with his finger and pondered.
I first met Jamie Welton at an Eastern Aristocrat party five months ago. We talked at that time, but we haven't had any contact since then.
I tried to send a letter, but I couldn't do such a squeaky thing because of Ash's personality.
'Did you still want to send it?'
I think it would have been ok if I asked how well it is.
When Ash didn't answer, the Viscount Ballet tilted her head and shook her daughter slightly.
ash?
Ah? Ah, ah. Chi, that's friendly. maybe Will you be friends?"
"What else does that mean? If you're close, you're friendly, if you're not, you're not.
"Anyway!"
Ash shouted and turned his head out the window.
I'm not at the age of puberty yet.
Watching her rapidly growing daughter, the Viscount Ballet became depressed for nothing. Although his appearance did not suit him very well, he had a sharp impression resembling a hawk.
The Viscount asked Rebecca, the eldest daughter, this time with a smile on her face.
"Did our eldest daughter have any acquaintance with the master over there?"
Yeah? uh ."
Like Ash, Rebecca ponders for a long time.
The Viscount sincerely pondered what the two daughters had to do with the Count's son.
'I can't.'
Although he was a Viscount who had a good relationship with Earl Welton, he did not know everything about his children.
Still, if something bad happened, both of them had a personality that showed off their faces. On the way home from the Eastern Nobility Party, both of their faces looked happy.
Maybe it's because I haven't seen you in so long.
The Viscount alone came to that conclusion and said with a smile on her face.
"We're going to get to know each other because we can do it again. And you don't have to force yourself to be friends. If you don't like it, there's nothing you can do.
At that, Rebecca tilted her head.
"It's not like that."
Well?
"Is this just because they're friendly, or maybe it's for some other reason."
Rebecca put her hands on her chest.
heart is beating fast
Ever since I met Jamie Wellton in the woods five months ago, it's been like this every time I think of him.
But Rebecca, who had never experienced this feeling, couldn't figure out why.
'I want to see you again.'
Then you might be able to figure out why your heart is beating so fast.
Seeing the eldest daughter like that, the Viscount Ballet sighed a little.
I don't know what my daughters feel.
- Continued on next episode -
: Sword 2 The Welton family's gymnasium was very spacious, as its name suggests. And the floor material was made of special metal, and it was designed to withstand the power of the sword master, Earl Welton. 'Come to think of it, I haven't been to the gym a few times.' When I was younger than I am now, Earl Wellton brought me a few times, and that was the end of it. You don't even train, let alone black, so there's no reason to come to the gym. Perhaps because of that, the scene of the theater that unfolded in front of him was very unfamiliar to Jamie. Even though I've been living there for over 7 years. Jamie entered the dance hall. And I found a man standing with his back. It was Earl Wellton. He was wearing a training uniform unlike usual, but the atmosphere was completely different. "Are you here?" The Count said so without looking back. At that level, it was not difficult to know who came without seeing. Yeah. "Coming here means that you are determined to prove yourself." "I'm serious." okay. Sincerity. That's a good thing." The Count straightened up the wooden sword he was holding on the ground. "I will fight you with this one sack. You use your everything to get my sword." It was only a wooden sword, but if the person holding it was Earl Welton, its weight would change. Jamie swallowed dry saliva. The force felt by the Count was not violent, but rather, it was refined and felt more terrifying. 'Equal to Sable. No, maybe more.' I can't be sure as I've never seen the Count do his best, but just by looking at him now, he's never been any worse than Sable. Was it this strong? As a Sword Master, I knew that he was naturally strong, but I thought he would be a bit higher than Beiril. "Don't use Aurors." Even a wooden sword becomes more threatening than any other famous sword if the Master's aura is included. And how will Jamie, who hasn't even entered the master class yet, handle the Auror Blade? I will be brutally cut to death before even proving it. Although the Count would not like his own son. " Are you saying it's okay to use magic? Jamie knew, too, but just in case he didn't know, he asked the Earl to check. "Whether it's magic or using a sword. Anything else is fine. If you can block my sword just once by any means, I will pass it on to you." The count was saying that his sword was not easy. only once. Blocks wooden swords that do not use Aurors. However, it is the sword master who wields the wooden sword. 'You just have to destroy the wooden sword.' It is not difficult. If you don't wear an auror, the wooden sword is just a bit of a sturdy piece of wood. "Are you ready?" Jamie answered, slowly raising his mana. Even Black had already been summoned to assist with the magic trick. Yeah. The Count turned to Jamie's answer. His expression was extremely serious, but it was so unfamiliar that it was like seeing someone for the first time. The Count took a step forward. Goes. to send a start signal. That was Earl Wellton's last consideration. And Jamie felt a creepy feeling all over her body, and the red alarm bells in her head began to ring loudly. It was said to be a single sword. By the way- 'Are you really going to kill your child?!' Jamie was startled to see his father approaching and holding his wooden sword straight. Was this what it meant to show determination? Jamie clenched his teeth in a cold sweat running down his back. 'I'd rather this. I'm going to show you my half-hearted determination. black!' Queek! Black controls the flow of mana. Destroy the wooden sword Furthermore, he also inflicts damage to his father, Earl Wellton. That is what the Count wants. Jamie concentrated his mana on his fingertips. A memorized magic trick was released from his fingertips. 'Destroy!' Death Forefinger He did not take his eyes off the falling wooden sword. Jamie thrust his index finger, condensed with powerful mana, towards the wooden sword. Just before the collision, the two forces violently intertwined, creating a frenzy. I didn't even include the Auror, so I don't know how I can use this kind of power with just a wooden sword. "Break it!!" The index finger and the wooden sword touched. If you break it like this, your victory is- "Didn't you say you wouldn't use the auror?" The Count's soft voice, The wooden sword is bizarrely broken. Jamie's eyes widened at the movement that seemed to violate the laws of physics. "The sword is not simple." The sword, which has been wielded tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, and millions of times, develops over and over again, and transcends acrobatics when it reaches the extreme. "It will hurt." The illusion of time passing slowly. Jamie smiled in that long time. "I told you I was sincere." Left Hand of Ruin The darkened left hand pointed towards the grotesquely flying wooden sword. Arcane magic that exquisitely blends black magic. However, since it is not black magic, it can show the power of destruction. This time, the count's expression changed strangely. Kwajik-! A pleasant resounding sound. The Count's eyes widened. 'The wooden sword !' Broken. It was a brief moment of panic at the unexpected, and Jamie's attack did not end. As if breaking his wooden sword wasn't enough, Jamie stretched out his left hand all the way toward the Count. reckless behavior. The Count liked his son's behavior. However, he could not lose his dignity as a head of household any longer. chin- He grabbed his son's wrist with ease. Jamie's expression turned slightly embarrassed. He really thought he could feed a room. "Did you really think it would happen?" " ." Seeing that there was no answer, it seems that his son was sincere. The Count was absurd, but on the other hand, he felt proud of such a son. "Where did you learn this magic?" "I made it myself." "Huh-" Have you reached the level of creating such powerful magic yourself? Although the Count was unfamiliar with magic, he knew how difficult it was to develop new magic. Again, that's an amazing talent. No, it's no longer called talent. His son was an accomplished wizard who served more than one man. "But do you still want to learn the sword?" "It may sound cocky to my father, but I am not trying to learn the sword by pretending. I've never seen a sword so easily. both in the past and in the present. I saw firsthand the power of prosecutors. It was not something that could be dismissed as a black prank they had worked hard for. Even Earl Wellton didn't even use an aura right now, but didn't he radiate a formidable spirit? Of course, I still think that magic is better. "I'm trying to learn because I need it for my future." future? Yeah. The future." "What future are you talking about?" "This time. I've been through a lot. I have a talent for magic. I know that fact better than anyone. But this alone is difficult. We're going to have a very tough fight, Dad. "Jamie." "Your father is also guessing to some extent." The still young son was already looking into the distant future. Maybe not in the distant future, but that was a problem for adults to solve. It's not a problem for Jamie, who is only seven years old, to worry about. The Count was going to say that to his son. "I am young, but I am not young. Even your father knows." The Count was speechless. What Jamie had just said was a tip that broke his heart. My son is different from his peers. I realized this early on, but still, I have treated him more like a child because of my heart that he should be a child. But Jamie was telling him not to do that anymore. The Count looked at Jamie silently. Jamie's face, which looked exactly like him, contained a firm determination. "It will be difficult." "I am prepared." "Let's start tomorrow. Come here by six in the morning." Yeah! Jamie replied with a bright face to the Count's words. The Count looked at his son and smiled. * * * "Let's go." A man with a hawk-like impression put his two daughters in a carriage with an uncomfortably soft face. The girl who climbed into the carriage with bold steps, and the girl with a gesture full of grace, got on the carriage together. The two girls with opposite personalities were Rebecca and Ash, the two daughters of a ballet writer. The Viscount Ballet smiled as she watched the children seated. "Are you both excited?" "It's been a while since I've been out!" Ash jumped in the wagon and shouted joyfully. Conversely, Rebecca nodded her head shyly. 'They came from the same boat, but they are so different. It's amazing.' The Viscount Ballet shook her head at the completely different character of the sisters and climbed into the carriage. "Then I will leave." At the signal of the coachman, the wagon departed. Ash, who was looking out the window, asked, turning her head toward her father. "His must be huge, right?" "It's probably one of the largest in the eastern part of the kingdom." "I'm excited." "By the way, wasn't Ash close to the Welton eldest son?" "Uh ." At the father's question, Ash rubbed his lower lip with his finger and pondered. I first met Jamie Welton at an Eastern Aristocrat party five months ago. We talked at that time, but we haven't had any contact since then. I tried to send a letter, but I couldn't do such a squeaky thing because of Ash's personality. 'Did you still want to send it?' I think it would have been ok if I asked how well it is. When Ash didn't answer, the Viscount Ballet tilted her head and shook her daughter slightly. ash? Ah? Ah, ah. Chi, that's friendly. maybe Will you be friends?" "What else does that mean? If you're close, you're friendly, if you're not, you're not. "Anyway!" Ash shouted and turned his head out the window. I'm not at the age of puberty yet. Watching her rapidly growing daughter, the Viscount Ballet became depressed for nothing. Although his appearance did not suit him very well, he had a sharp impression resembling a hawk. The Viscount asked Rebecca, the eldest daughter, this time with a smile on her face. "Did our eldest daughter have any acquaintance with the master over there?" Yeah? uh ." Like Ash, Rebecca ponders for a long time. The Viscount sincerely pondered what the two daughters had to do with the Count's son. 'I can't.' Although he was a Viscount who had a good relationship with Earl Welton, he did not know everything about his children. Still, if something bad happened, both of them had a personality that showed off their faces. On the way home from the Eastern Nobility Party, both of their faces looked happy. Maybe it's because I haven't seen you in so long. The Viscount alone came to that conclusion and said with a smile on her face. "We're going to get to know each other because we can do it again. And you don't have to force yourself to be friends. If you don't like it, there's nothing you can do. At that, Rebecca tilted her head. "It's not like that." Well? "Is this just because they're friendly, or maybe it's for some other reason." Rebecca put her hands on her chest. heart is beating fast Ever since I met Jamie Wellton in the woods five months ago, it's been like this every time I think of him. But Rebecca, who had never experienced this feeling, couldn't figure out why. 'I want to see you again.' Then you might be able to figure out why your heart is beating so fast. Seeing the eldest daughter like that, the Viscount Ballet sighed a little. I don't know what my daughters feel. - Continued on next episode -
