"You want me to help you, from what?
"I'm sorry to push you into trouble, though. Before that, is Almeida there?
"If you're a master, you'll be here..."
"I'm here. Long time no see, Rasmus."
Everyone peeled their eyes at Almeida, who appeared from nothing without sound.
"Oh, that's a great hideout. That must be Jared's master."
The bright-haired girl, who could be hailed with admiration from the clear storm but left young, snorted with a cold, faceless look without a smile to show the Jareds.
"I haven't seen a dragon in years. I missed you so much."
"I guess so. I've never seen it like this before, even though I know I'm actually here."
"Then you can also understand that I've been hiding myself for a long time"
"Absolutely. Mr. Half Elf."
"- Half Elf!?
It was Jared who raised his voice. No way, because I never thought that the identity of my master, who was a benefactor of life and gave me the art of fighting, was the one who drew the blood of an elf who thought he was a creature of fantasy.
"I can't believe Almeida was a half-elf who is said to survive even in modern times."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hide it, but it wasn't even a public statement."
I'm sure you didn't believe me when I said it, or because I draw the blood of an elf with a past driven away by human hands in the past?
"Jared, guys, you must be surprised... you know why I live so long, don't you?
No one knows what it's like to be a half-elf who lived through the years with a lonely look on his face.
Almeida smiled tenderly at her bewildering apprentice.
"Half an elf, but I'm no different than I've ever been. Jared's master in hand, the family of everyone here."
"Naturally. You can't change your attitude because you're a half elf. In the first place, considering the unlikely strength and the long life span, it's more convincing. The master is the master."
It's not just disciples. The families on this occasion speak and nod one after the other as they agree with Jared.
"Thanks"
The girl, reassured that her attitude would not change with everyone, smiled happily.
"Well, the story's derailed because of me, but everyone's accepting her, and I appreciate it from you. That's what I want everyone to hear, including Almeida."
Rasmus doesn't have to thank you.
"That's not going to work. As a former fiancée, I want you to be happy."
"Huh!? This is the master's!?
"I wonder why you're saying it's over now. Let's talk about the past. You used to serve a demonic power. Rasmus, please, put the story back. What do you want Jared to do?
"Yes, sir. I'll move on. This brings all the parties together."
glanced around, and was a gratifying rasmus,
"Oh, but, Rasmus. There's no Wahash. Isn't he related?"
"Yeah. Yeah, but he's hurt, so I'm giving him a break."
"Your father was wounded!
It was Rosa, the daughter of Wahash, who reacted more than anyone to the words of the boy who drew the blood of his original ancestors.
When she fleshes to Rasmus in an instant, she grabs his chest up.
"Impossible. It's that wahash. It's impossible for me to get hurt enough to need a break."
Wahash, the head of Vault Toyfer, once one of the continent's best assassination groups. Pfile, its successor, has also not been able to hide the upset, as has Rosa.
So is Jared. It's new to my memory that I fought in one of my mother's cases, but lost without a hand or a leg.
Rasmus' words that the Wahash was wounded were simply not acceptable.
"You must be Rosa Lowen and Pfile. Wahash-kun didn't want to get you involved, but as far as I'm concerned, I want to help you."
"... talk to me. If they're enemies enough to hurt your father, there's no shortage for them."
"Wahash has a great debt of gratitude. Fine, I'll help you. I didn't mean to get Jared involved anyway."
"Pfile, you"
"Hmm. I'm the one who's going to take you down. It's troublesome to get caught up in something you don't know why and be defeated on your own"
"Thanks."
"... hmm"
Rasmus, who watched such an exchange of rivals, narrowed his eyes as if to see even the dazzling ones.
And then he looked at everyone's face again, then put his hand on his chest and lowered his head deeply.
"First of all, thank you very much for listening positively to me. I don't know what to say to myself, but clearly, I'm suspicious."
"I guess."
You were conscious, and Jarrett stuck it in his mouth.
"Listen to me quietly."
Olivier, who was by his side, put his arm around him and hurried his mouth.
"I'm going to make it clear where I stand there. Let's name it again. My name is Rasmus Loewood. direct descendants of his original ancestor Yuna Miharasaki, who was in the position of the Third Prince when the Demonic Power collapsed"
"But you don't want to revive your ancestors. Isn't it?
"Yeah. I don't want the resurrection of my original ancestors. Therefore, I want you to help Jared and the others. Please join me in stopping people from trying to awaken their ancestors."
Jared, who received the words of Rasmus,
"Olivier, Yennie, Emilia could be involved. Use your strength if you want me to."
I didn't get lost, so I made myself clear.