"Young master! The master approved! You can go to the elf empire as long as enough guards follow you!"
Walking hurriedly, trotting into the courtyard, Isabelle’s face flushed with excitent as she couldn’t believe her young master’s outrageous wish was actually granted.
*In these troubled tis, why would the master allow the young master to leave the castle?*
Recalling the rumors about war she heard from the other maids in the castle, Isabelle felt sowhat uneasy; however, she quickly shook it off.
*Haha, I’m probably overthinking things, right?*
Holding the two ends of her black and white maid costu, she avoided the frills dragging onto the ground, making her moves look sowhat clumsy.
"The master said when you’re done with your training, you should et him in his study."
"According to him, both of you need to have one more father-son talk before you leave," she said as she struggled to catch her breath
*haa~ running all over this mansion isn’t easy*
Muttering under her breath, Isabelle’s face flushed red.
Fortunately, just as he was gasping, a warm hand stretched forward, slowly handing her a bottle of water.
Shirtless, with a gray towel slung across his shoulder, Damien, who had put down his training sword, looked at the unfit Isabelle with a wry smile on his face.
Speaking of which, he didn’t understand why soone as weak as her could work in a family like the Voss family.
You know, even the weakest cooks are all at least third order; however, he couldn’t sense a bit of mana and aura from her
She seed like a regular person through and through
"However, it’s not like it particularly bothers ; it’s just that going forward, this world is going to get dangerous."
"So she can protect herself, it seems I need to do sothing about her strength."
Looking down at her with warm eyes, as one of the few people he related to in this world, he absolutely couldn’t allow anything to happen to her.
"Fortunately, since Dad has agreed to let go out, during this trip, I might as well make one or two stops and increase her strength."
"Not only that, but once we leave the mansion, I can try and give her ’that’"
Muttering under his breath, he looked at the contract gem ability he hadn’t used in the past twelve years because the Voss house was currently being monitored by all kinds of gods and demon gods.
To avoid being exposed, he had to lie low, only practicing his magic and swordsmanship.
"Speaking of which, I rember Dad got angry when I said I wanted to practice both."
"he scolded , saying that not only would it make my progress slower, but it was impossible to practice both, and even if you practiced both to the third order, once you got to fourth order, you would explode from the clash."
"your mana and aura cores reacting to each other"
Recalling that day six years ago, rage on his father’s face and his mother’s snickering smile.
Damien inwardly apologized to Dad; after all, he knew what he was doing was for his own good.
The issue was that he knew sothing that his father did not know.
"The secret tomb of the mad kind, a tear from the goddess of life, the sap of the world tree"
"In this world, the protagonist group discovered a lot of things that allow you to practice both at the sa ti."
"If I’m going to survive to the end, then I have to go through the strongest route."
Clenching his fist tightly, his veins slightly protruding, Damien knew that none of these things were easy
Adding to the fact that he was already a third-order mage and warrior, he was at his limit.
If he dared break through right, then he was nothing but courting death.
"Also, is this another benefit from transmigration, or was the original Damien this talented?"
"With just six years of training, I’m already at third tier, on both routes."
"You know, even father,/ the current world’s strongest man, only beca a third-tier mage at eighteen years old, six years older than !"
Thinking to himself, Damien was sowhat surprised.
Perhaps if the original downfall of the Voss family hadn’t happened, he could have been one of the protagonists’ main helpers
Shaking his head, he quickly denied that thought. After all, according to the personality of that bastard author, he might have planned sothing worse for Damien later down the line
Given that one of his hobbies was giving villains random, tragic back stories.
Recalling all he tragic lives in this story, perhaps he could help them if he encountered them.
"Haa ~ thank you, young master, I’m okay now"
"If you’re done with your training, we can start heading to the study."
Her face still slightly flushed, Isabelle slowly stood straight, a wide smile on her face.
Even if tired, as long as she could serve her young master and mistress, she was always happy
A situation, which always made Damien smile wryly, after all, where else in both his lives did he encounter soone genuinely happy to help him?
Seeing this, he quickly put on his shirt and swung his sword over his shoulder.
"Haha! Alright, then let’s go!"
"I wonder what that old man of mine has to say."
"Father and son talk, eh? Interesting," he muttered as he walked toward the direction of the study, with a panting Isabelle right behind him
"Wait for , young master!"
................
(Theron Pov)
Sitting in his study, his gray eyes deeper than ever, and his black hair still reminiscent of the starry night sky
Theron read through a pile of docunts, his frown growing deeper than ever.
Holding a pen with his left hand, he slowly looked at his right arm, which was still sealed since the battle twelve years ago
Now, twelve years later, neither he nor Elizabeth had been able to break through; however, both of their auras were significantly stronger than before
"Honey, what do you think about allowing Damien and Elizabeth to go out this ti?"
"Although that kid has always been smarter than others, but I’m afraid sothing would go wrong."
"Judging from the information I have here, it seems that bastard second prince is about to make a move."
Sighing tiredly, Theron spoke to Elizabeth, who was casually drinking a cup of tea beside him
However, looking closely, you would notice her right foot constantly tapping the ground; obviously, she wasn’t as calm as she seed
But she also knew they didn’t have a choice; to avoid their only child getting caught up in what was going to happen next, they had to send him away
Reviews
All reviews (0)