Chapter: It’s nice to et you, my brother!: Part 2
"Its nice to et you, my brother!"
For a long mont, Alexandre simply stared at Asahi.
His sharp golden eyes darkened to black eyes as he deactivated [God Speed], flickering red as they darted between the grinning red-haired boy and the discarded mask in his hand.
"Hah??"
The usually composed Black Prince was montarily at a loss.
His mind raced, trying to piece together the absurdity of the situation. ’A brother? Since when?’
His gaze shifted to Princess Alice, who remained floating serenely, an all-too-knowing smile on her face.
As if she, amused by his reaction and had anticipated his reaction, she observed for entertainnt, offering no explanations.
Alexandre’s fingers twitched. The weight of his sword at his side grounded him, but his thoughts spiraled.
This wasn’t possible.
He had no siblings.
Since childhood, his father had never ntioned anything about a brother.
The man had been obsessed with the Magic Holy Grail, chasing its secrets relentlessly.
His mother had abandoned them because of it, leaving Alexandre to be raised by a single-minded father who saw magic as the only truth.
His father had been the one to teach him magic—an occultist, feared and mocked in equal asure. The Holy Grail was the only thing he sought until the day he died.
When Alexandre was sixteen, his father’s dying words revealed a secret code.
That mont set him on a path of discovery, leading to his first battle against the fallen angel Ramiel, where he claid the [Authority of Divine Speed].
Thinking it was four years ago already.
He studied Asahi again. The boy’s red hair was a stark contrast to his own, but there was sothing unsettlingly familiar in his grin: the way he stood without a hint of fear.
Yet Asahi stood before him, grinning like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"I don’t have a brother," he said coldly.
The boy—Asahi—puffed out his chest. "Yes, you do! It’s !"
"It’s not!" Asahi huffed, crossing his arms. "Mom, said so!"
Alexandre stiffened.
Mom?
Who the hell is this, Mom?
Before he could even process that, Asahi continued, pouting dramatically.
"And I rembered you have my things you left with just my boxers!"
For the first ti since this ridiculous conversation began, Alexandre blinked. "What?"
Princess Alice, who had been silent until now, suddenly laughed softly.
Before anyone could say more, a door creaking open interrupted them.
A woman stepped into view, surveying the chaotic scene with a bemused smile.
It was Lucretia Zola
"My, what destruction we have here."
Her gaze swept across them—the floating princess, the two n and boy talking, and lastly, the unconscious man sprawled on the ground as if he had been forcibly put to sleep.
Then, she turned her attention to Asahi.
"Well, looks like you have a lot to talk about." She clapped her hands lightly. "How about we continue this inside? We have so great tea and coffee here~"
She paused, then gave Asahi a pointed look.
"And Asahi—make sure you clean up your ss first, okay?"
Asahi flinched. "Ehhh?! But—"
"No excuses." Her tone left no room for argunt.
Then, she turned to Alexandre, her gaze piercing. "And you, Looks like you all have quite a lot to talk about. How about we continue inside?"
Without waiting for a response, she turned on her heel and walked back through the doors, leaving them little choice but to follow.
Alexandre exhaled slowly.
He had way too many questions.
And sothing told him the answers wouldn’t make things any less complicated.
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Inside of the house of Lucretia Zola:
"UghHHHH..my head..."
Sir Iceman groaned as his eyes slowly fluttered open. His vision was blurry at first, but then the fireplace’s warm glow ca into focus.
His body felt heavy as if he had been asleep for far too long.
Blinking a few tis, he let out another groan and shifted slightly on the couch.
The unfamiliar ceiling with the chandelier light above him made his brows furrow.
"...Where the hell am I?" he muttered, rubbing his forehead.
The muffled sound of voices drifted from across the room. He turned his head sluggishly, his gaze landing on a table where Alexandre, Princess Alice, and... a red-haired kid?
His brain was still catching up, but the red-haired boy noticed him before he could say anything.
He began rembered
"Oh! You’re finally awake!" Asahi bead, waving enthusiastically. "Took you long enough!"
Sir Iceman’s instinct begins as his mories catch up, causing his head to hurt ntally.
Sir Iceman blinked at him, then at the others.
"...What did I miss?"
Alexandre, sipping his coffee, barely spared him a glance. "We just getting started."
Sir Iceman sighed, dragging a hand down his face. He already knew he wasn’t going to like this.
With another deep breath, he pushed himself up and sat beside Alexandre.
As he adjusted, a floating tray carried a porcelain cup toward him.
"What would you like to drink?" Lucretia asked, her voice smooth and welcoming.
"Um... Coffee with milk, please."
Lucretia nodded, and the cup began filling itself.
The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee, with so milk and cream added, filled the air as the liquid swirled inside the cup without spilling.
Sir Iceman exhaled, cautiously taking the cup to his lips.
The warmth spread through him instantly, cutting through the lingering stiffness in his body.
Across from him, Asahi fidgeted slightly, stealing glances at him between sips of his overly sweetened coffee.
Finally, the red-haired boy set his cup down and cleared his throat. "Uh... anoo..."
Sir Iceman arched a brow at him. "What?"
Asahi scratched the back of his head, looking sheepish for the first ti since their conversation started. "I, uh... just wanted to say... sorry for, you know—" He murmured, "....knocking you out earlier."
Sir Iceman stared at him more like observing him.
The boy fidgeted under his gaze, his fingers poking together in an awkward gesture. Despite his bold personality, he seed genuinely embarrassed.
A red-haired kid, despite his age, can use Aura, and his presence is similar to....
Sir Iceman looks at his side.
Alexandre noticed his gaze and replied to him, "He is the one everyone talking about..."
!
Sir Iceman stiffed reaction, which makes sense.
He is the one who is unknown.
He is Campione, who took two divine beings alone in Mt. Etna.
A mont of silence.
Sir Iceman imdiately straightened his posture, slightly lowering his gaze in respect. "...I see. You are the rumored one."
Sir Iceman shook his head, composing himself.
"I regret not realizing it sooner." His tone was polite and controlled. "Forgive my earlier rudeness. Had I known, I would have conducted myself accordingly."
"A-ah, no I’m supposed to apologies for attacking you and you don’t have to be composed at I’m just rely a child." Asahi wryly smiles while scratching his cheek.
....
Everyone was speechless, hearing Asahi say.
A simple child?
Can a simple child have a huge mana?
Can a simple child have an aura at this age?
Can a simple child defeat a knight par of D`iabolo Rosso
Can a simple child defeat a god?
If you’re a simple child, then what are we?
"*Cough* A-asahi, i think you should not told that to everyone. It might cause misunderstanding thinking youre rude." Alice give adviced Asahi.
"O-ok," Asahi realized what he had said and nodded, taking her advice to his heart.
Sir Iceman nodded once. "Even so, your existence alone demands respect. I am known as Sir Iceman, Were from ’Royal Arsenal’ and right hand of Alexander . It is an honor to spar of Campione,"
Asahi stared at him for a mont, then pouted. "Aw man, now you’re making it sound all official. I kinda liked it better when you were just grumpy at ."
Sir Iceman cleared his throat. "I ant no offense, Lord Asahi."
Asahi cringed. "Oof—yeah, no, don’t call that. Just Asahi is fine."
Sir Iceman hesitated but ultimately nodded. "...Very well."
Alexandre, who had been quietly observing, finally set his cup down and leaned forward. His black eyes locked onto Asahi.
"Now that we’ve addressed each other," he said smoothly, "You said earlier that your mother told you about and give a greeting." His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it. "Who exactly was your mother talking about?"
Asahi’s eyes went wide and beca shiny for so reason, and he rembered sothing trivial. "I see. I understand now. You still don’t rember her, huh?" He laughed softly. "It makes sense. The mont you left her realm, you forgot all about her."
Black Prince remained silent, and the atmosphere in the room shifted.
Alexandre’s eyes narrowed, and he didn’t get what he was saying. "...What do you an?"
Asahi drank his iced chocolate milk before answering with complete nonchalance.
"MHMM~ sweet~Im talking about the one who turned you into a Godslayer..."
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[A/n: This is for today; I still have my free ti, so here you go!~]
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