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

The day of the decision was the day when there were two buyouts a week. Adults watching their children apparently play in a town a little further away while buying out twice a week. Time runs from evening to the next morning. That's the only time that makes the facility the easiest.

The first time I stopped beating the boy appropriately caught, there was noise to chain him up. The grownups I was watching gather, but when I succeeded in stopping picking them up by stirring up the noise, I slammed the grownups down from behind.

One, and another, succeeded in surely depriving adults of consciousness and sometimes listening to information.

There are ten surveillance people in there. I decided on a day when Tom wasn't there who cared about Jared because I felt owed to him.

Having defeated all the adults in the facility, Jared and Luther succeed in escaping the facility.

It was covered in snow outside, and the cold air that pricked their skin struck them both, but they ran despite their thin clothes.

"Now you're free!

The moment Luther gave a voice of joy - blood blew out of his shoulder and fell on the snow at the front.

"Luther!"

As Jared rushed up and held him, his shoulder had a scratch like a sharp blade cut.

A swinging Luther's hand grabs Jared's arm, who doesn't understand when, from where, and who made this possible.

"It's magic, be careful"

"Damn it!"

I didn't think the magician was in the facility, and my anger boils over the prospects being sweet. Jared puts his shoulder on Luther and moves on to get away from the facility a little faster.

Target them both, and the magic will be unleashed.

When something flew out of sight, I let the surrounding snow blow up and tore the trees apart, which I found to be the magic of the wind attribute. But from what I understand, there are no measures.

All Jared could do was earn distance anyway.

Jared and Luther keep running as they let out their breath. Already, I don't feel the cold. It was as hot as sweating.

I don't know how long I've been running. It's gone because of the wow. I can't see the facility already. I could at least ask someone for help if I could get to a nearby town, but I don't know which direction that town is in either.

The magic that struck and the snow and trees alone drove Jared's sense of direction completely insane.

"Murphy, no, no!

Someone called out their name.

When you hide yourself in the shadow of a tree, the sound of treading snow approaches.

There are three footsteps. I think there may be a winning opportunity for the lack of pursuers, but the anxiety is greater than having a mage.

When I asked quietly about the chase, two adults with swords and a little fat boy with a past of violence against Jared at the institution - a total of three - were chasing me in thick clothes.

"No way, is he the magician?

Determining that a boy without a weapon is a magician has never seen him use magic before. It was only at first that we had been subjected to violence, but now our position had been reversed and we were frightened by Jared. If I could have used magic, I would have been able to fight back, and I wouldn't have been frightened.

"The rumors were true."

"Rumors?

"I hear that facility is under some kind of curse. Because of this, I have heard that no magic can be used in buildings at all. I didn't believe that was possible, but if that bastard was really a magician, I'd be convinced."

There is also a magic seal in the knowledge in my head. But that was in an era when magic was used more routinely than in modern times. No one has been able to reproduce it in modern times. Then the question arises as to why, but now it is a waste of time to consider the question.

"Let's Run Anyway"

"No."

"Luther?"

Luther stopped Jared, who tried to thoroughly escape.

"I agree to run away. There's no way I can beat a magician with just my fist. But if you two get away with it, they'll catch you."

"But..."

Then it is possible that Luther, who is wounded and blue-faced, cannot escape.

Jared doesn't have a choice to abandon him.

"You promised, even if one of you couldn't get away, one of you would serve your purpose instead"

"Still, I can't abandon Luther"

"Don't be silly. You didn't tell me to abandon anyone. Besides, I didn't even give up. Think about it, there's three of them and there's two of us. There is a possibility that there will be more chasers if we keep this up. Then we'll split up here and make sure we get away."

There is no color in Luther's eyes to give up. Jared nodded forcefully, relieved by the matter.

"I'm on the right, Jared's breaking up on the left. All right?"

"Okay. Be careful."

"You too. I'll see you sometime, bro."

"Promise, brother."

When they hugged each other's bodies hard, they ran down the road to go together.

"Over here! Come here!"

"I found it, Murphy, okay, okay!

A little fat boy unleashes his magic with a voice of joy. The two adults have gone after Luther. I don't know whether to deal with one magician, albeit a child, or with two armed adults.

Jared kept running careful not to eat just magic anyway while running left and right.

But health drain and nerve drain are also different between the chasing side and the chasing side. The fatigue, which had accumulated unconsciously, slowed and blunted Jared's movement a little bit.

And - at last, Jared's leg was blurred with an invisible blade and bled.

"Ahhhhhhh"

Magic strikes me as I chase Jared, who falls over the snow with too much momentum. His hands and feet are cut off, and the blood spilled dyes the snow red.

The wound itself is not deep. But the pain strikes me enough to want to scream if it's the action of magic.

Jared, who couldn't move, kicked in when the little fat boy, who had caught up with him out of breath, laughed happily.

I couldn't get tired of just once, and Jared kept getting hurt over and over again.

Blood bled out of his mouth, and he continued to be obsessively kicked even when he coughed up.

"Ha-ha-ha... I overdid it. I forgot you told me not to kill you."

"Kill me, I'll do it"

"If you can still slap such a slap, that's fine. Damn, there's no escape. You don't know what kind of place that is, do you?

"What kind, place? You know, that, that."

He throws up blood, tries to get up, but he rolls his abdomen over thoughtfully.

"When I came to the facility, I still had a scratch, but now it's Luther. Thanks to you, I had to freak out about you - you know how humiliating I was!?

He was kicked off even more and vomited bloody stomach fluids on the snow.

Not good as this. If we get caught, we're done. Perhaps I felt I could never go outside again if they brought me back.

More than that, I was worried about Luther. How far can he escape to an adult opponent already injured? I'd love to chase him if I could, but it's hard in Jared, who has become a full creative.

I can only mourn myself if I'm impudent, I want to spit back at myself.

"I did whatever I wanted. Be prepared for one of your hands and feet."

I had an abusive grin and saw the magic of rising from a concentrated boy.

There are few but spirits around him, and I found them feeding on magic.

"Huh?"

Jared is surprised. If I thought I could suddenly see the light rising from the boy, I could understand why it was magic.

When the glowing balls of light that suddenly appeared were the spirits, they figured out why.

At the same time, I was able to notice the magic in me. There was undoubtedly a strong and dynamic force in Jared that made me wonder why I had never been able to realize so much power before.

The spirits speak.

- Can I help you?

- Can I have some magic?

In the voice of a child, in the voice of a girl, in the voice of an old man, he speaks to Jared and seeks.

Nature and body moved. Sooner than the boy unleashes his magic, when Jared follows the spirits and gives his magic, something powerful runs through his body.

Something has changed.

Following Jared's willingness to attack, a stone spear grows from the ground under the snow and strikes the boy.

The moment I understood that this was magic - a stone spear arrives at more than one boy.

You didn't think you were going to use witchcraft, and even if the boy opens his eyes to surprise, he releases witchcraft and resists.

I could clearly understand that the sorcery he used was wind attribute sorcery, and that alone could be seen to a blade that should have been tirelessly invisible.

If you can see it, it's not enough to be afraid. Wishing to the Spirit, the blade of the wind, unleashed without other love, was inhibited by the wall when it was made of stone walls to take defense.

"Why, why, you can use magic!

I have no obligation to answer the boy's question. More than anything else, Jared himself wants to know how he can use magic.

I just used magic twice and my tiredness hit me. I want to settle next so I know how many more sorceries I can use.

When I erased the stone wall in front of me, I met the boy who was staring at me.

When Jared rises, he once again devotes his magic and strength to the Spirits.

"I don't know what the orders are! I'll kill you right here!

"You're the one who's gonna die."

An unleashed stone spear strikes at the boy. At the same time, a blade of wind was released from the boy.

Even as the stone spear was collided with the wind blade, the only one captured the boy's face.

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

The scream sounds, and the blood dances. The boy suppresses his face and wanders around with blood scattered over the snow.

Jared did not stab the boy in the stomach, but turned his back and walked out.

My body hurts. The same goes for mutilated hands and feet, but there is no sign that blood will stop flowing from the deeply mutilated wound from shoulder to chest.

The boy's attack was reaching Jared again, just as Jared's attack hit him.

Painful and unconscious can be done later. Anyway, now, I have to go help Luther.

I can use magic. Now I believe I can help. Jared kept walking.

But I don't know where Luther is. The bleeding made my consciousness wander, and if I lost my mind, I was going to pass out.

Not even knowing where he was walking, Jared finally fell at the same time as the limits of his strength and strength came.

Just keep praying for Luther's safety in fading consciousness.

"Alas, if the spirits thought it was noisy, a child would be injured here. Strange, I rarely worry about spirits being human...... well, that's amazing magic. Could it also have the ability to interfere with the Spirit?

A voice rolling the bell reaches Jared's ear, but it doesn't show anything in his sight anymore.

"I've made up my mind. I like you, so I'll make it mine."

"Hi Luther Fisher. You've never seen me like this before. My name is Dolph Ayne and I have this facility partitioned. I've had my eyes on you for a long time, but I didn't know you were going to get away with it - to tell you the truth, it's your first time."

"Then what..."

He dealt with two adults because of a shoulder wound and bleeding, and one of them killed but got caught, Luther was taken back to the facility, tied to chains and hung.

Of course he had escaped, he had beaten down the watchman, and he was hurt if this was still the case by the adults who tried to clear up his depression, but Luther continues to laugh invincibly.

In his sight was a little fat boy with a bandage wrapped around him and a bright red stain on his left eye area. I find that Jared has escaped safely, and the grin deepens.

That's where Dolph Ayne showed up. Take one girl.

"I let the other get away with it, but he seems badly wounded. More importantly, he's headed in a different direction than the others, so he'll be bleeding to death or freezing to death by now."

I didn't give it a look, but I don't want to be told and believe that Jared is dead, but I consider it possible as a possibility.

"Well, I don't care about dead people. The problem is you. I collect pawns, but I'm sure you won't listen to me, will you?

"Naturally."

"That's why I decided to let you pawn me on your own here. Use this girl. You're just a little sore, then you're reborn. A doll who hates, hates, and obeys your dear friend."

"Stop it!"

"That's what they're gonna say. You can't stop. Are you nuts?

Luther stares at the raging Dolph. But Dolph doesn't even care. As I shortened my orders to the surrounding area, I told him that I enjoyed myself.

"Come on, Luther Fisher. Time to be reborn."

"Stop. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!