This Time, I Became the Fiance of a Duke’s Daughter. But She is Rumored to have Bad Personality, and Ten Years Older

Unfortunately, time was limited, so Jared left behind the mansion protecting Rosina with the thought of getting her hair pulled off.

If she stays longer, it is possible that her presence will be dispersed.

Tell the trusted maid to say hello to her and say hello to her grandparents, and Jared will be on his way home.

But somewhere that foothold is heavy.

What I'm thinking is about Olivier and Yennie. It reveals to them a past that once was for them. But I didn't reveal everything in detail.

And, of course, I was hiding about Rosina.

Always Rosina is discouraged when telling her that Luther's whereabouts have not been found. I'm trying to hide my emotions as a girlfriend, but I didn't get through to Jared.

He's probably taking care of me. The more I was saved by her tenderness to even think about Jared while guiding my son through himself, the stronger my desire to do something about him was inevitable.

If you want the help of the Duke of Alway, you must first tell the Oliviers what's going on. It was depressing that I had to reveal to myself how much I was hiding Rosina from them, no matter how much I hid from the Viscounts.

"-"

I saw the mansion and felt a sudden increase in magic behind my back as I was thinking about how to talk to my fiancées.

At the same time Jared looks back, red expands and looms full of vision.

Even though it boosts magic and creates and defends dirt walls, heat and pain run on your arms and face due to a delay in starting.

"Fire Attribute Sorcery... Sorcerer"

"Correct, Jared Murphy! Good response. We're still here!

Break down the dirt walls and stare at the raiders.

The fact that the raider was a man could be judged by his voice and appearance.

Once again, the attack is unleashed, and countless fireballs are unleashed from the raiders. The power is no big deal. No barriers or dirt walls need to be built.

All the fireballs could be offset as they waved their arms around each other releasing the enhanced magic without converting it.

"That's a lot of rough greeting. Who?"

"Jared Murphy, no grudges, but I'll kill Temehe"

"That's a nice name. That's what I'll carve into your grave."

The raiders kick the ground and flesh out, but Jared had it all caught with his eyes. The raider is a red-haired man in his mid-twenties. He is wearing a red combat suit with a lot of skin exposure. From this I can see that I am as good at physical surgery as I am at witchcraft.

The exposed arm can be strengthened and visible muscles confirmed. From the speed from kicking the ground until it appeared in front of me, I also found that I was both agile and aligned.

But it's late.

He takes his unleashed fist without difficulty, and Jared puts his fist in return for all he has done. We explore each other's strengths as we repeat our melee offense.

The speed is slower than that of Pfile, and the sharpness and weight of the blow increases in armament to Rosa Lowen. Earlier magic was also firepower, but it is well below Barnabas Kaif.

Jared's fist captures the man and the kick he pursues decides to his abdomen. A man's defense collapses in a rampage that continues without killing momentum, and one attack after another deals damage.

Jared is not inherently good at fleshbullet warfare. I prefer simple and powerful sorcery that made magic say things, or tricky sorcery with the help of the Spirit. There are many means other than magic, but the most used method is a melee with a short blade, such as a knife.

Fists and kicks can be used as well. Once, the first attack taught by Luther Fisher in an internment facility was to beat him. Luther preferred and gave me an attack from himself without needing time to use witchcraft and without relying on a sword that I was not sure I would have.

Therefore, I am not good at Jared, but I am proud to say that it is quite usable. I often use physical surgery in actual battles. Even though he's not good at it, he's most reliable for attacks coming from his own body.

"... don't do it, you're a court magician"

The man who bled his nose and cut off his lips decided he couldn't win a fleshbullet battle, or he stopped and retreated his attacking hand.

Head to Jared, who has increased his magic so that he can activate his magic at any time, and a man spits a bloody spit.

"So, I ask you again, where are you?

"I'm Flames. Ex-Vault Toyfel."

"What?

Jared gets stiff. Besides, the man who named him Flames said he was a former Vault Toyfel.

"I was. Why is Vault Toyfer after me in the first place?

"That's why I told you I was a former Vault Toyfer. I have nothing to do with that organization anymore. Even if they tell me I'm your successor, as long as I have Pfile and Rosa, I really don't get to top in a sense. Then you don't have to be in that organization."

"Do you know what's going on with you? I mean, you're telling me to get me involved in all this Vault Toyfer shit, right?

To Jared's inquiry, Flames laughed as badly as he made a fool of himself.

"You're a really funny guy. Do you really think they knew the name, suddenly raided it, and got caught up in the trouble of the organization?

I can't see the constant laughing flames about what's so funny, the bare gesture of attacking from him, or the motion of trying to unleash sorcery.

I just couldn't grasp the reason why a man was laughing while raiding.

"No, you're not, you idiot! You're our target. Kill you, and your precious things finally - ooh!?

Thinning fleshly at Flames, who says whatever he wants without being alert, he grabs his face and slaps it to the ground, shaking his heels down to his chest with all his strength.

Even a short scream goes off, ignoring it and putting even more effort into it.

"He seemed to be Vault Toyfel's successor, but you're an idiot, aren't you?

"Temehe... Get your legs out of my way"

Ignoring Flames' groaning but staring voice, Jared works out his magic.

"I don't know what you're going to do with something important, like kill me, but that's what you said and you thought I'd shut up?

A stone spear grows from the ground and shoots through both feet of Flames.

At the same time as the blood is sprayed, the screaming woods spirits.

"Don't hurt yourself to this extent. Even the same heir is a lot different from Pfile, isn't it?

"Damn, I'm kidding, you know, you're not comparing me to a guy like a puppet with emotions!

"That's not what I'm trying to say. It simply means you're too weak compared to Pfile."

"Oh, my God. Yeah, yeah! Besides, you said I was inferior to that kid! I hate that word more than anything!

An exasperated Flames explodes the magic.

Crushing the stone spear that stabbed him in the leg, he stood up, wrapping a flame around his body and staring at Jared.

"See if I'm really weaker than Pfile with that!

A rising flame heads to Jared to kill him. The clothes are burned and the burning pain runs on my hands and cheeks.

If I hadn't stopped breathing, my throat would have been burned too.

Attempts not only to burn directly, but also to influence the body are superior compared to common fire attribute mages.

However,

"I knew you were weaker than Pfile."

A chunk of rock unleashed by Jared as he was burned by the flames struck directly at Flames, crushing the abalone and causing him to vomit blood.

If you let the magic say something and wipe out the flames, Flames is falling to the ground that is not suffering from a fatal injury but is unable to move and can only stare at it.

"You have something to tell me. If you vomit honestly, I won't do anything absurd."

When Jared told him so, he kicked Flames' face with all his strength and took away his consciousness.