Virtuous Old Man, SSS-Rank is Confirmed in Your Next Life

As I watched Ange study her magic in the daytime mansion, my maid Amelia came to the report.

"Dear Alec, we have a visitor."

"Customer? Not father, to me?

"Thank you very much."

Amelia nodded clearly.

I don't know...... that's unusual.

Here at Carlisle Mansion, my father's mansion, which is officially a duke, I treated him as just a duke's son.

So most of the visitors are Father's guests, and it's very rare for them to visit me.

If there is, it's close people like my father-in-law, Horsen, and Eliza.

"What kind of person are you?

"We keep business cards"

That's what Amelia said, handing me the golden board.

Aristocratic business cards are often handed over mainly to the first visiting destination on the way.

Used to prove or "assert" one's identity and position.

That's why most business cards are luxurious and reclining.

That's exactly the type of business card Amelia gave me.

Made of pure gold, it's a golden plate so heavy that a normal child can't hold it with one hand.

Receive a business card and read the inscribed letters.

"Count Albert Miller......"

"Count Miller is Alec."

"Yeah, sounds like it."

Ange, who accompanied him the other day, immediately noticed.

Yes, that neighborhood village.

Rural areas that have been struck by my technology and asked for the incorporation of Carlisle territory.

That's Count Miller territory - the territory of the owner of this business card.

"At this time, it's completely irrelevant."

"How are you doing?"

"Of course I'll see you. Show me carefully. I'll be right there."

"Yes, sir."

After Amelia left, Ange looked at me with a frightened face.

"Dear Alec... Could you... be angry?

"I don't know...... yeah, I guess I might get a little mad"

I rescued the people of the village in a roundabout way so as not to crush Count Miller's mentes as much as possible in that village, but some people in the world hate its roundabout the other way around.

Sometimes what you think you're doing is counterproductive.

Well, I wonder what happens.

When I came with Ange in the reception room (I didn't hear him say he was coming), there was one old man inside.

Her hair and beard are white, her eyes are thin as thread and she has a gentle smile.

Good old man. Those words came to my mind.

"Ho ho ho, Bowes is the vice emperor."

His voice is calm, and he feels like a good old man.

It was conveyed with signs that Ange, next door, was horrified and clearly lowered his chest.

I went all the way to the couch where the old man was sitting and lowered his head gently.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Alexander Carlisle. It's so good to see Count Miller."

"Ho ho ho, be polite. What about your daughter?

"Ah, it's Angelica Silva! I'm Alec's wife."

"I see, Bowes' daughter-in-law. Yeah, I'm glad I got more."

"More to prepare?

What's this all about? Thinking so, Mirror took the paper box out of nowhere, and at the table in front of the couch, opened the box.

There was a cake in the box.

A delicious looking cake made with plenty of strawberries.

"Wow..."

Even if I'm usually firm, I'm still a nine-year-old there.

Ange let her eyes shine on the cake.

"Ho ho ho, do you like cake"

"Yes, I love it!

"That was good. Enjoy it."

"... Amelia, come cut this off"

"Yes, sir."

Amelia, who had guided us so far, received a cake for each carton.

"Ange, go with Amelia, too. Have them cut to whatever size you want. Oh, and tea that fits the cake."

"Yes, what about Master Alec"

"Just like Ange."

"Okay!

Ange nodded happily, leaving the reception room with Amelia with the cardboard box.

The moment they leave, and the door is pathan, and it is set.

"It's Satoshi, Bowes."

Mirror's tone suddenly changed and his eyes, which were narrowed like yarn, opened up calmly.

The temperature in the room suddenly felt like it had dropped nearly 10 degrees.

"What is it?

"It's not a pussy, the moment you noticed my hit (,,), you kept the maid and daughter-in-law away."

……

Yes, the leopard-changing Miller is right.

The moment he said "Enjoy", tremendous pressure came to me.

The pressure that has been exerted at the pinpoint is pure life energy that is unmingled.

It's not like magic, he's the master of "chi".

So I pushed them, so I resisted with equal magic, while keeping the two of them away from the receptacle.

Mind and magic, we are now in a state of disappointing arms wrestling and waiting to start.

"Why do you do this all of a sudden?

"Don't ask me what I know, Bowes. You tried to destroy my territory."

"That's..."

Bowes, don't tell me you don't know my two names.

"... all killer mirrors"

After one incident in the village, I heard from the stone of the wise man what I knew about Count Miller, thinking it was necessary.

Alberto Miller. Like Horsen, in the Empire, a man named as a samurai.

If Horsen's force is 100, it's about 99, and in pure strength, he's second in the empire.

But when he stood on the battlefield, Horsen crushed only the enemy without a trace, whereas Miller killed them all, regardless of the enemy allies, so the alias was given to him.

He was originally an unnamed soldier, but one day he suddenly got stronger and stormed out regardless of his enemy allies.

Achievements launched throughout his life are comparable to those of Horsen, but there are too many allied kills, becoming a duke or even lowered to a baron.

I lived a life of turbulent titles and eventually settled into the present Count.

Literal mad dogs, people who don't want to be distant and involved with each other.

"You know very well. I'm gonna put you on my territory. Oh, let's get you on top of this."

"Mmm."

The pressure got stronger.

Miller's "chi" nearly doubled stronger in an instant.

I had to resist.

If they cut me like this, my body will be crushed. If I put it in an arm wrestle, my arm gets slapped and snapped.

So I turned up the magic output and resisted.

"It's no use. It's no use. Oh! The blue bows on my ass resist me, for nothing. Ah!

A fiercely elevated mirror.

There is no longer a shadow to see other people, the atmosphere of favoritism, etc. than when we first met.

Miller's blood ran through his eyes, shaking anyone from his mouth and pressuring him further.

Dos, I'm black, I'm obviously caged in intent to kill.

Being hit like this, I tried to push back once and for all, searching for the peak output, waving a wave of magic in the Mpapato style.

"-!?

When I was feeling the waves, I picked up the "chi" waves over there at the same time.

It was crazy. It was very strange.

Miller's chi, by the way, is weak in mess.

If the normal output is 100, once every few seconds, the comma can drop to 0 on a level of several seconds.

That can't be normal.

Magic and chi are affected by physical fitness because they are the energy that comes out of the human body.

As long as you live, it can't be zero for a moment while you keep letting it out.

Totally zero can't be as long as you're not dead or close to it.

That unlikely situation.

Analyse the situation while resisting.

Ask the stone of the wise man about the situation.

Soon, I'll get the answer back...

"Look at me, Bowes! I don't know what to tell you!

"Come on!"

It pushed me even more, attacking me twice as hard as I've ever been.

Crushed like this, he pushed his magic power once and for all with 99% output in Mpapato.

"Ha!

I pushed Miller out of his mind.

Petin! I heard a noise.

The old man fluttered, backwards, and fell on his back in bold letters.

Miller's mind, which was overwhelmingly huge until just before, and covered the room, squeezed within a glance, now little different from his appearance, became the weak old man himself.

By pushing it off completely, it is weakened temporarily (,,).

"Or? We'll do it, Bowes. Uh... it's time for me to pay my annual contribution, too. All right, kill him, Bowes."

"Still hurts somewhere?

"- What? Say what"

"Where it hurts, do you still have it?

I heard it again.

After a moment, Miller wakes up and squeezes his upper body, holding his head down, rubbing it, and turning it.

"Hey, hey, nowhere! There's no place for a headache that's lasted fifty years!

Miller's voice, in surprise, had an obvious color of joy.

"There was some weird curse, so I tried to break it, but I'm glad I broke it safely"

"Curse!? Was it a curse?"

"Yeah... I didn't know that"

"I don't know! So far any doctor or magician has thrown a spoon saying 'I don't know'. Bowes! How did you figure that out?

"I only know how, because that's what it is."

Answering, Miller became a poker.

but it's also a matter of moments.

He immediately broke his face and looked up to heaven and laughed greatly.

"You didn't just defeat me, you cured me in that moment - you even cursed me"

"Yeah -"

I was hazy.

I know this flow.

I have a sense of vision, I've done it many times (,,,,,,) flow.

"Or? Awesome Bowes!

Miller is delighted.

The reaction is worn with the reactions of Father, Stepfather, and Horsen and others.

"I like it, Bowes!

Yeah, I knew it was the same flow.