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

I also needed Flames' treatment to make me throw up my purpose, but I don't want to take a dangerous man home to the mansion where the Oliviers live.

The blood flowing from both legs shows no sign of stopping and will eventually end up in dangerous conditions. I let my emotions attack me, but I have no regrets.

A cold emotion in Jared says he doesn't mind Flames dying like this.

You can ask Pfile because he named this man a member of the Vault Toyfer, albeit former, and heir to the organization. Flames seemed to know Pfile, so vice versa should be a mistake.

Remember that there was a mansion a little further away where people didn't live, and for now I decide to bring the raiders there.

You can stop the bleeding and poke it at the sorcerer's association when you get the information. They will be held as criminals, but they can be treated.

Jared's ear, which reached out to Flames, received a wind-cut sound.

"-"

If you pull your hand a little, a big sword descends from the sky between Jared and Flames and pierces him.

If the action had been slightly delayed, I might have lost my right arm.

I felt somewhere remembered by the signs of approaching behind me, even as I raised my magic with vigilance to someone who had been making noisy greetings, and the movement stopped.

"Long time no see, brother"

My body shook at the nostalgic voice I heard from the rear.

Looking back in momentum, a blonde young man dressed in a black battle suit stood with a friendly grin.

"... you know what?"

You can't forget. I've been looking for you.

We're growing up with each other compared to where we met, but we never forgot that face.

The atmosphere of adulthood over the age, the constant lifting of the mouth with an invincible smile is no different than it once was.

It was when it was hard on Jared that he taught me to laugh - Luther Fisher was there.

"I missed you, Jared."

Instead Luther, who could follow a girl who was all white from her hair to her clothes, approached her with a smile that was no different from her memory.

Nature and Jared's feet head for Luther.

I'm not sure what to say, and when words come to mind, they disappear. I must first tell her that I am protecting her mother.

It took me a while to protect them, but I'm sure you'd be happy to tell them you protected them instead of Luther. By doing so, Jared will have finally been able to return a little favor.

Jared's move to open his mouth stops. Only once, if I looked back, there was a great sword piercing the ground.

"Hey, Luther."

"What's up, brother"

"Why did you attack me?

When asked with a fearful trembling voice, Luther's grin deepened and his expression distorted.

It was Luther, who Jared didn't know.

Luther laughs out loud as anger, hatred, and ecstasy stir on the table.

"Speaking of which, you've been on high alert for a long time. I miss when you were just crying in that camp."

"Luther, listen to me."

I knew right away that something was wrong with him. Still, I have something to tell you.

But Luther is deaf to listen to and just looks back and nostalgic for the past.

"Remember? You had a little fat kid who used to kick ass all the time about you. He's dead. I killed him. Oh, you don't have to thank me. I didn't do it for you, I just killed him for what he did."

"Luther!"

"I looked into you. Sounds like you've had a rough time too, but it's good to see you healthy like this. Now I can avenge you enough for betraying me."

"- What, why?

Thoughts stop at being called traitors.

Heading to Jared, who can't understand why they have to say such things, Luther doesn't stop talking.

"I've seen hell in a holding facility since you betrayed me. I didn't think that was the talent training center for the assassination organization. But now I appreciate it. That's where I got the power."

Jared flashes at Luther, who holds his fist in his grip.

I knew it was an illegal facility, but I didn't think it was an assassination organization's talent training center.

Though I thought it might be suspicious, I lost interest because it was already a crushed place and there was no Luther who was the searcher.

If Luther's words are true, I don't know if he wants or doesn't want the assassination group, but he should be joining. The organization is joined by people like Flames who figured it out.

"Luther, tell me. What happened to you?

"I've never spoken in words. Let's talk about it in your body next."

"Wait, I'm willing to fight Luther..."

"Let's go. You're strong enough to be a court magician. Show me your strength."

As Luther reaches out, a great sword flies off the ground in his hand.

Easily taking the sword with one hand, purple electricity sprays from Luther's body on his shoulder.

"Thunder Attributes... What a rare attribute..."

What causes Jared and Luther, who were once not awakened by their witchcraft talents, to awaken to rare witchcraft attributes together?

Lightning attributes are also referred to as subspecies of wind and light attributes, details of which are unknown. Instead of being able to handle more than one attribute like the earth attribute, it's just one of the lightning attributes, but it hasn't even been clearly ascertained what sorcery there is from its rarity.

Fishing for literature can only be found to the extent of counting, but the only thing we know.

It means - the magic of the lightning attribute is specific to attack and extremely capable of killing.

Luzer kicked the ground as he headed to Jared, where he stood.

For a moment, Luther disappears from sight. Jared's ears, trying to find him traveling at a speed that is literally out of sight, hear the thunder, followed by the sound of the wind cutting.

When he followed his instincts and lowered himself, a great sword swung from behind as he swung over Jared's head.

"Good reflex nerve!

He waves his fist as he turns around but is taken by the belly of the great sword, burned by purple electricity transmitted from the sword, and blood dances from his right fist.

I was reminded that I was losing with simple force on a slight offense.

The amount of magic you can feel is higher on you, but Luther, with the unknown attribute magic of lightning attributes and the rigidity of wielding the sword too quickly and easily with one hand, is definitely a mighty man.

Above all, he is a benefactor and to him admired like his brother. Jared hesitates to attack.

Jared has no reason to attack Luther in the first place.

But Luther's not. I'm not sure why, but I say Jared betrayed me, and I hate him.

I just think there's something wrong.

I remember the promise I made to Luther once. Even if one of us can't escape from the holding facility, we won't help, but we'll do what we have to do instead.

I followed that promise because I didn't know if Luther was safe and fulfilled the protection of the mother he wanted. I haven't been able to tell you, but I haven't betrayed you.

When you are only able to defend against Luther, who is happily waving the Great Sword, you gradually become disadvantaged.

Purple electricity burns Jared's body even though he hasn't touched it, and it definitely does damage.

If you distract yourself, you will be moved at a rate that you cannot capture, and you will die instantly if you eat the blow of the Great Sword wielded by rigidity.

It is only painful to remain incapable of attacking under such tension.

Luther is not the only one on guard. The white girl who stands behind him doesn't know when to move either without saying a word after she shows up.

Poor as it is, when I struck my tongue - one arrow shot through between Jared and Luther.

"Oops, are you finally here"

"That's this dialogue. You traitor pawn."

The voice that came down from the top of the building just around the corner belonged to a woman who sounded familiar.

Rosa Lowen is the one shaking the redhead and dressed in a red battle suit. Make it the daughter of Wahash, who stands at the apex of Vault Toyfer, one of his successors.

She stared at Luther along with her blue-haired boy Pfile, another successor with a new bow.