Iris Florin.. Have you encountered a dead end of vulgarity?
And what about safety? “I have complied with the imperial orders, so it is fine,” Miss Iris replied.
Is merely adhering to Imperial orders, even if it's just barely passing, enough?
Isn't it time to ask whether it really has the safety of those with abilities in mind?>
Damned Madame Rochette wrote these scathing criticisms one after the other.
The veins in Duke Tillard's jaw bulged out in anger.
“You know very well who is reading what this woman writes, right?”
“The products sold well this time too, Grandpa. Sales are never anything to worry about-”
"You thought sales were everything? Reputation is all we have. And you, Quirn!"
The Duke shouted at Quirn, who was trembling in horror.
“N..yes, grandpa.”
“Materials that are used in court meetings, why are they written like that!”
When the Duke finds a reason to be angry, he endlessly digs into everything.
The heir had to review the duke's court meeting materials first, but...
“Thanks to you, that Duke Bolivier made fun of me a lot. He said it was so interesting that it gave him stomach cramps from laughing.”
“Ah...”
“That ignorant fool, Polivier, mocking Teilhard!”
Quirn's face blushed, while Iris standing next to him tried with all her might not to look at him.
In fact, Quirn had been accomplishing these tasks with Iris's help until now.
‘Since Iris was busy this time, he didn’t dare ask her for help…’
And the scolding didn't seem to stop any time soon.
“What about the records of Tillard’s knights?”
“Ramio is now with Lillian-”
“Even if he is absent! Don’t you know how to collect these records yourself?”
“I...I'm sorry, grandfather.”
There was a fact that Quirn and Iris were ignorant of; Namely, Ramio always left the records for Lillian, so there was no one to hand the work to.
Duke Taillard placed his hand on his forehead.
The “useless” granddaughter was not here.
So, everything had to go precisely as before, even in her absence.
“What in God’s name is going on here!”
Erich Tillard cried out in distress, while his favorite grandchildren did not dare to utter a word.
Iris bit her lower lip in exasperation.
'Ramio..where the hell are you?' When are you going to come back and finish this!'
Ramio was already on his way back... but he was coming back “crawling and rolling.”
* * *
Ramio was trapped inside a “Curtain Magic Tool” that he made himself.
He was trapped in a black space on all sides, not even knowing where he was now.
Since the first prince began his manual “discipline”, he has been in this state, even though he answered all the questions that were asked of him...
- 'Lillian hates the basement'
True, Lillian hates dark places.
- 'Why?'
Because when she acted stupid, she would get locked in the basement for days.
- 'Why?'
Did the first prince die in a previous life leaving a will in the form of a question ‘why?’, keep asking ‘why’ after each sentence.
When he thought about it and his expression appeared on his face, he received another manual discipline.
- 'What happened there?'
Lillian acted stupidly, so I cut her hair; That's why her side hair is still shorter than the back...
But I wasn't the one who did that.
Iris did it.
She said she hates pink hair because it disgusts her. She seems to hate when her cousin stands out for anything.
But the First Prince smiled while closing one eye: ‘Should I know that you are not the one who did it?’
Damn it, then why did you ask?
Because of his facial expression at that moment, he received another discipline.
After that, the First Prince and the group of shadows continued to harass Ramio, as if he had become an entertainment for their journey.
Ramio shouted at Elias, who had come to watch him: “Summon Lillian!”
“I refuse that”
He was completely ignored, and continued rolling.
After that, Jean and the rest of the shadows came and asked, “You, did you know that Heir Pavel was deceiving Miss?”
“Is it true that he was having fun with your sister?”
He didn't even have the energy to ask why they called her miss.
“N.. Yes, I knew...” Ramio answered obediently.
“roll”
And as he was told, he rolled again. It was tougher than the training of the Imperial Palace knights.
After Ramyu attained his profound enlightenment, he begged while lying down: “For.. Lillian.. my sister.. summon her...”
“…it can’t be”
“Lillian..my sister..please...”
“…Miss is eating now, so it can’t be.”
At that moment, Ramyo forgot all of his hard-earned enlightenment, and sobbed: “Lilaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”
Why is Lillian eating her food more important than his torment?
“…It feels like we're starting over.”
Elias made an objective judgement.
Ramyo continued to roll like a stone descending a mountain slope.
Endless rolling.
* * *
During a break on the way back to the capital —
Lillian tilted her head, looking at the luggage cart at the back of the caravan.
“Ser Elias, what is he doing in that carriage?”
It was Jean who answered her; Because of the long time she spent with them, Jan became the closest to her among the shadows.
Jan was honest, took good care of her, and answered her questions clearly.
But she sometimes gave strange answers.
“Sir Elias undertakes the task of ‘spiritual education’ there.”
“……?”
In the cart? How so?
But Lillian did not ask deeply; If someone with power says he does something, he does it. This was enough to explain a lot of things.
“But miss, what are you holding in your arms...?”
“It's a sample I made at the temple.”
Lillian wasn't just spending her time repairing the princess piece; They repaired it quickly, and since the equipment and materials were plentiful.
Lillian put down the box and took out a silver bracelet.
It was a bracelet that was both elegant and practical, with a twisted decoration in the middle. It was suitable even for knights to wear.
“Jan, would you like to try it first?”
“Yes, miss.”
“After wearing it, try to fire your ability several times in a row at that target hanging on the tree.”
Lillian had brilliantly pinned the target beforehand.
“When you say multiple times, you mean-”
“About 50 times?”
“...I'll try.”
Those with abilities have superior physical abilities, but unleashing the ability more than 50 times without stopping is enough to exhaust them.
It was not known whether this was possible, but Jan immediately put on the thin silver bracelet.
Meanwhile, curious shadows began to gather around her.
Jean focused and extended her hand towards the target.
Power wielders of Balthazar draw their power from the Earth.
There was a vibration in the ground you were standing on, and then sharp spikes emerged from the gravel and dirt.
Under everyone's eyes, she hit the target again, and again, and again.
The attendees held their breath in admiration.
“Wow...!”
Finally, the target became horribly tattered. But since it hit the center precisely, nothing was scattered around it.
While everyone was looking at the target with admiration, Lillian Jean, who looked stunned, asked: “How do you feel?”
“In terms of concentration and also when charging the ability... I do not feel any lethargy at all!”
“This is the effect of the bracelet; it reduces fatigue when using the ability.”