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

"I see. Ice attributes, ice attributes, and calling varies, but magicians who can manipulate ice are rare. Not as rare as the lightning attributes of your acquaintance, Luther Fisher,"

Returning to his room, Jared conveyed information about a hostile Orthodox Mage Army mage.

When you get your hips down on the bed and finish talking about a situation that comes to your mind clearly, Pfile keeps his back on the wall and arms together.

"You probably don't know who you are. I honestly don't think anyone planning on doing something about the country has signed up for the sorcerer's association."

"I agree with that. Even if you're registered with the Mage's Association, I don't think you're being foolish and honest with me."

The Duke of Lüdiger's house is supposed to ask the Sorcerer's Association to contact the Sorcerer of Ice Attributes, but he doesn't expect to find them.

That's why you can't do anything.

"I've heard that ice attributes will also be available in the process of refining water attributes, but it's not easy to trace. I can use water attribute magic myself, but I don't think I'll be able to use ice attribute any time soon."

It is more reasonable to assume that a hostile sorcerer is not a water attribute sorcerer, either, but a sorcerer who is born with rare ice attributes, than uncertain what process he will trace to ice attributes.

Either way, this can't be enough to figure out who the Raiders were.

I wish I could identify myself from the members of the Royal Sorcery Division who were identified by Ernesta, but it won't be easy.

"Hmm. I hear that many magicians with multiple attributes end up halfway without being able to extremes everything. Shouldn't you narrow it down to the most compatible local attribute magic, too?

"Could be"

Truth is, I've thought about pointing out Pfile.

"It's because of your half-way magic that you want to use petrified magic, but your consumption stops fighting hard. No matter how much magic you have, realize it's a treasure."

"You're gonna tell me."

It was an earache story.

In fact, I can't argue with you because you lost your magic because you shot unfinished petrified magic.

"We can break magic from tools. So, isn't there somewhere more polishing and force?

"Yeah, right. I'll talk to Almeida back in King's Landing."

"You should. You are blessed with a teacher. Learn, use and be strong enough. It's too late to protect the people you want to protect, and then it's too late to help."

"... Pfile, you"

It sounded as if he had someone he wanted to protect.

I didn't mean to pry, but you read this look that bothered me, and he looks bitter as he notices his own lapse.

"It was a silence. Forget it."

"But"

"Forget it, please"

"... ok. But if you want to talk, talk to me. You're my friend."

"- Huh. Me and you, we're gonna kill each other someday, right?

You can have friends like that.

"Hmm. You weirdos"

Jared also makes me laugh at Pfile, who said that but smiled.

Think about it, I didn't know how he became part of the Vault Toyfer and even went up to his successor.

It's not a deep relationship to reveal each other's past, but I wish we could talk about it somewhere someday.

Jared and Pfile went on to talk for a while afterwards.

- Ernesta Kaif was dreaming.

It's the end of my brother's life I've only listened to.

Jared's unleashed petrification magic brings up his brother, who turns his body into stone and gives him a distressed look.

Even if he wants to give a distressed voice, he becomes stoned, his mouth doesn't even move, and his brother, who continues to suffer without being able to breathe, floats away.

It was as clear as it was on the spot.

It's so vivid that I have the illusion that maybe some miracle happened and I could see my brother's end.

I realized it was different at the same time. This is not how my brother ended up. At the end of the battle, he lost, he died.

I didn't die in pain.

But why not? What I'm seeing right now doesn't seem right. I even want to suspect that Jared and the others passed on incorrect information to me.

Don't think about it, someone says in a dream.

Accept it, someone screams in the dark.

painful, and a stoned brother wept.

- Brother?

Before my brother still disappeared, my brothers and sisters called me nostalgic when they were good friends, and my petrified brother smashed and scattered with a distorted face.

Ernesta's throat screams just ripped open.

Why, I have to see my brother die. Why, my brother must die even in my dreams.

They show irrational sights and ask the void over and over again.

Then,

- Whose fault is it?

Someone asked me.

From the moment I felt the exhalation, I was asked in a small voice, in a sweet voice.

- Whose fault is Barnabas dead?

It's nobody's fault. My brother died as a result of his own actions.

- Who killed him?

Stop, Ernesta screams.

That's all I was trying to think about. No, I've even had thoughtful and irrational grudges over and over again once. But he decided to stop pointing resentment at his brother for finding similarities and trying to save someone with power.

But my voice won't forgive me.

- Hey, whose fault is it that Barnabas is dead?

- Hey, who killed him? Who took it?

Stop, please, stop. I didn't want to think about it. I shouldn't have thought about it.

I was determined to move on because of it, but I tried to get over my grief.

- Who hates it?

My voice laughed. I was laughing myself when I realized it.

For a moment, Ernesta Kaif woke up.