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

It's been a day since Wahash, the head of Vault Toyfer, declared Annette Padge dead. The time is already poor in the evening. It is hot to wear combat clothes at this time of year, which is late in the early summer, albeit in the sixth moon.

Having decided to focus on heat control and ease of movement, Jared stands out from what at first glance doesn't look like a combat suit, such as an elastic shirt, trousers and boots that stick to his body.

There are two knives stabbed left and right at the belt of the hips. Unlike when I intercepted Pfile before, I don't have a short sword.

Because Jared's purpose is not to kill Wahash, but only to protect the Annettes.

I thought the Annettes would get away with it, but I said they would stay in the mansion unexpectedly. Maybe he was relieved that Johann said he would protect him. Either way, I'd rather be somewhere on my own.

I'm asking Olivier to keep an eye on the Annettes so they don't act crazy. Lloyd and Karina are with her. We decided to keep the three of us together that we didn't want to get involved in. Olivier is capable of acting, so it is also possible that he will come here if he becomes worried. That's not where Jared wants it.

Behind Jared, who keeps standing with the mansion on his back, is his father, Johann, with a long sword in his battle suit. I have promised not to put my hands on it, but I am also told that I will break it in case anything happens.

However, Jared is the only one who fights Wahash.

I can't fight together. Even my father, who has strength as a knight, wanted to avoid an impromptu fight with an opponent who has no idea what methods of combat he would be good at.

- I think I've kept you waiting.

It was the man who appeared quietly in front of the Jareds without sound - Wahash. A man who is the head of Vault Toyfel and names the father of his mother Liz Murphy.

Short, pruned hair with mixed gray hair. A forged body. He is a warrior of war wearing a deep blue battle suit. At the same time, it gives me style as king.

Age looks about fifty, but I don't actually know. I have heard words and deeds that have lived for a long time. It makes me nervous. If you're living a long life, you won't win the experience in battle.

Even the method of combat is unknown, and if you are strong enough to raise what you know - Wahash's successor needed a few, including Pfile and Rosa. I needed a few more men than Pfile. I mean - I don't have a chance.

"No, I haven't decided on the time. I don't mind. Even I had a cup of tea and slept on Olivier's knee pillow."

Of course it's a lie. I'm just vain to show that I can afford a little.

"Well, then, so that my pretty grandson can have a good time with his fiancée - I'll put a piece on it soon"

"That would be appreciated"

Jared kills his own breath as he taps lightly, concentrating his entire nerve on each and every wahash of motion.

If you miss a few moves, you lose instantly.

It's not a hunch. I'm sure. When I first showed up at Olivier's mansion, when I showed up at this mansion yesterday, and at this moment - I didn't know when or where Wahash was coming from.

If I had moved a little, I would have been ready to fight at any time without the need to signal a battle.

"You don't have to be nervous."

"What?"

"I can see my muscles are tense. I guess you know you can't beat me. You can't be alone as a fighter if you can't spot your opponent's strength, but you're doing well. But that's why you're scared of me, that you can't win."

"You can tell me. Then just call me. I'll make it clear if I'm scared of you."

I felt a slight rush to be spotted.

Who thinks I can spot muscle tone, etc. Existence itself is a substandard guy.

"If I could, I didn't want to be right for you in this way. But it's still time - pull your hand."

"Say no."

"Why would you do that?

"Before you do, read this. You can talk about it later."

Before I hear back, I throw my mother's journal to Wahash.

"It's my mother's hidden diary. I don't think you're gonna stop reading this, but if you're calling my mother my daughter, you're gonna have to read what I left out."

"... ok. Let's get some time."

"Not now. Read it slowly."

Olivier spoke of the possibility that maybe reading her mother's diary would stop Wahash from avenging her, but Jared doesn't think it's that easy to change his mind. Instead, I even expected my anger for Annette to amplify.

I can clearly hear the sound of turning the diary.

Only now has the intimidation from Wahash disappeared as well. I guess that's all I'm focusing on in my diary.

"- Thank you. I didn't even think I could find out what my daughter really meant. But I'm sorry if I didn't kill all of the Padge clan, the cause of the slightest quickening of their lives, because I read this diary"

"I thought so. Look, give me back my diary."

I take the diary from Wahash and give it to my father, who refrains behind my back.

Jared, you don't have to fight.

"I know. But it's my choice, that's okay."

I only thank you for showing me while I still can't call my father my father.

My grandfather speaks to his grandson, who has become a form of confrontation again.

"I can't understand you trying to protect my mother's revenge."

"If you say you're going to kill only Annette, that's fine. But don't get my sister and brother involved."

"Because of my brothers?"

"Oh. We're brothers, trying to make a fool of ourselves to hate me. It's my brother's job to protect you."

"I know perfectly well that you care about the blood connection. - But are you sure?

Jared tilted his neck because he didn't understand what was being asked.

"What do you mean... what are you trying to say?

"Do you mean to make blood connected grandfathers enemies for those who are not true brothers?

"Don't be silly. If you think I'm upset by a lie like that, you're gonna be making a pretty fool of yourself."

"Then I'll call a witness."

Wahash, saying so, snapped his fingers.