Lanrenz Herring and Luther Fisher were stepping into the private property of the Marquis Rommeyer.

Behind them follows a private soldier at the Duke of Alway's house at a slight distance.

"I hope this one's a hit"

"I don't think it's very likely that Olivier and Jared are imprisoned together, but if we can find one, things should change."

"Must be."

"Nevertheless, I've never known an apple garden of this magnitude outside the capital."

The private property of the Marquis Ronmeyer was heavily buried with apple trees. Behind it, there is a large mansion. One way or another, I get the impression that it's a country territory, not a king's capital.

"I'm sure you like apples. Well, fortunately, I appreciate a lot of hiding places. I guess it's hard to find him if he's hiding out there."

With that said, Luther walks majestically between the trees without hiding herself.

Even though it was once a manipulated view, it is not an enemy you fear even if you were a magician who was professionally trained in the assassination organization Vault Toyfer and belonged to the Royal Sorcery Division that protects the country for Luther, who is also a magician of lightning attributes.

I'm not proud of you. It's just a fact.

No matter how many Royal Sorcery Divisions go through numerous battles, the Kingdom of Weather is currently a peaceful country. There are limits to dealing with demons and sinners. Against Luther, he has fought all the strong enemies and, at times, has killed many humans. Many of them were magicians.

I'm not proud of murder, I'm a Luther who specializes in interpersonal fights, which is why I can stay flat under circumstances where I don't know where my enemies come from.

There are reasons why you can't beat it more than anything else. I owe it to my dear brother, who saved me a manipulative self, and to my brother's fiancée's father, who helped me live in this country. I have a family waiting for me at home and a girl who's always been there for me.

You can't lose.

Though I have a cool smile, I remember so much anger inside that my bowels boil down to the humans who took my dear brother and his fiancée.

I don't blast my emotions because, for one thing, I know this isn't the time.

"Still, you're not popular. Or are you in the mansion?

The further we proceed through the apple garden, the less signs of people, and Laurenz even wonders if there really was any sighting of the Royal Sorcery Division on this occasion.

He sweats on his forehead from nervousness and breathes rough.

I never experienced full-scale combat until I became friends with Jared. Partly because overprotective parents were opposed to taking risks, but also because no other person was aware of being a student.

But a candidate for court magician, who admired him like his brother, was killed by a vengeful man and experienced the first battle to take human life from his opponent in that matter. Although I received full training from the two court magicians who were able to get along with the incident, I still have no feeling that I have become stronger myself.

In the meantime, the Royal Sorcery Division encountered a case of betrayal of the country and went through a single feud to protect a friend's prince. The wounds sustained in the battle were treated at the Duke's house, but not without mental fatigue.

To be honest, I'm still afraid of fighting humans.

"Stop it, Laurenz. Watch it."

"... was it still a hit"

Approaching a clear visibility distance past the apple garden, several members of the Royal Sorcery Division could be confirmed standing as watchdogs as the mansion encircled.

Luther puts his index finger on his mouth and instructs the soldiers in the rear to be quiet.

"Well, what do we do? As far as I'm concerned, I'd like to go straight into the front."

"I should be cautious. It doesn't necessarily mean they don't abandon themselves and act strange."

"Then can't we split it between the two hands? I'm going to disable my enemies from the front, so Laurenz is going to go around with the soldiers and find Olivier."

"Does that mean Luther's going to be a jerk?

"I think that would be better. Honestly, if you're going to fight quietly, you can't take any other option than killing your enemies. In case a student comes out manipulated, you might regret it later"

Training can still help, but now it's in action. Luther cannot be added or subtracted if the enemy intends to take his life. I'm trained to be aware of that, and the habits I've stained for years won't disappear sooner.

Thunder strikes make noise. If we fight quietly, there's only one way to keep our enemies literally silent with skill. That wasn't what Luther wanted.

"Okay. Then fight me flashy. Olivier, let us find you."

"I'll take care of it. Don't make it impossible."

"There you are. As soon as we find the hostages, we'll pull them off. You don't have to follow him around forever while you find someone."

"You must be. So, that's it, say hello!

Luther walks slowly as he emerges from the shadow of an apple tree.

The watchmen have noticed, roughing up their voices, but not what they found out.

"Me, I'm so angry at you. I can't believe my cute little brother got caught with his fiancée. - You can't possibly forgive me, can you?

Luther glows blue and white wrapped in thunder.

The smile had not yet disappeared but the voice was stiff and the anger was leaking from the inside out.

The members unleash their magic without question, but they cannot capture the lightning wrapped away Luther. A sobering thunderbolt and roar struck the sorcerers, who lost sight of their goal and left and right, from Luther, who showed himself again.