* bang *
"Sir!" a soldier wearing armor without a helt entered, pushed the door so hard which made the surface of the house tremble.
The soldier's eyes swept across the empty space in front of him in panic. In that instant, his gaze found the person he was looking for.
On the other hand, Vesta frowned at the sudden arrival of his subordinate; he stared at him coldly, sitting on a chair with his arms crossed. "Speak."
Vesta's voice echoed and repeatedly shrilled in the soldier's ears; on the other hand, he also beca nervous seeing his cold, calm, heart-piercing gaze.
"Master Desmond was seen getting out of his horse carriage for a mont, but strangely he entered again and not yet out until now." The soldier delivered this ssage from his captain in one breath, taking a deep breath after that.
He was also confused when he received this information; not only was this rich boy's behavior bizarre, staying silent inside like a shy princess, even his Guardian suddenly beca interested, placing soldiers to watch over this boy movent.
"En. You can go. " Vesta replied. At first, he was excited to hear the news regarding Desmond, but his hopes had vanished when he heard the details.
Just as he thought this was over, Vesta saw that his subordinates had not yet left; he sighed and gaze at him casually.
Before, he realized his mistake that the aura he released earlier while pondering about the problem with the Demons made him irritated and helpless. "Speak."
Hearing that his Guardian's tone was no longer as cold as before, the soldier imdiately spoke, "Sir ... actually, we have a little problem." Luckily he didn't forget and rembered to pass on information from his captain about the rcenaries who wanted to ask for spoil war after the battle.
"Tsk, tsk," Vesta hissed; he held his forehead, having a headache and tired. "After all, rcenaries are still rcenaries; they are no different from rchants, seeking for profit. Still, they have an advantage in fighting but lack of negotiation that distinguishes them from rchants.
"But this trait is more tolerable than those rchants…." Vesta was dazed, saying to himself before turning back to his subordinates, "Split the results of this battle in half, and give permission to the rcenaries to start mutilating the beast's body, we don't have much ti and also ... "
Vesta paused for a mont, took a breath and continued, "They are more skilled in this field."
"Ye...Yes, sir!" The soldier answered and imdiately went to carry out Vesta's orders without waiting for an answer or his consent to leave.
Vesta didn't take this to heart because he had been fighting with his soldiers for years unless they were in the throne room; only then a polite manner was needed. Too strict formalities were not necessary for a war situation.
Vesta finally got up from his chair with the soldier has left and opened the door to leave this room.
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After he opened the door, Vesta witnessed the busy villagers receiving and serving his soldiers or the rcenaries like heroes.
This was very shocking for them, the rcenaries, and the soldiers because previously to the treatnt of the villagers were very cold even after saving their village from a beast attack, which ultimately resulted in the rcenaries asking for rewards.
Vesta, who saw this, understood the source of the problem, "Well, at least the misunderstanding has been resolved." He glanced at the sky and found a twilight sky accompanied by the sound of birds slowly moving away.
The light from the setting sun made his vision dazzled for a mont before finally, the light gradually dimd, welcoming the chill of the night.
Walking towards the horse carriage, the clothes he wore attracted a lot of attention. Vesta just smiled at the people saluting him along the way.
After he reached the front door of his horse carriage, Vesta glanced to the side, far away from his location where Desmond's horse carriage was located was, with mixed feelings.
"Sigh, I hope Mr. Sanders is wrong this ti," With a sigh, he pushed open the carriage door.
"Father!" Diana, who had been waiting for her father to co in as she saw from the window imdiately threw herself at him.
"Hop, hahaha, you are light as usual, my princess." Vesta laughed; the cold expression or the pressure air that had just been emitted disappeared imdiately, replaced with a happy expression like a father with his daughter.
"Hehe," Smiling at this, Diana rubbed her cheeks against her father's shirt, after which she ca down and saw her father's expression, "Is there anything wrong, father?" Diana was sensitive, realizing that her father's smile was a little different from usual.
"Umm. Nothing. " Vesta averted his eyes while rubbed his daughter's head. Before his daughter wanted to argue, he changed the topic, "So what happens?"
Vesta glanced at his daughter with a smile. This was unusual for her to act like this. He rembers his daughter stopped acting like a child about 6 years ago.
From his years of experiences as a father, if all of a sudden his daughter's acting like this, then that ans there is sothing she is very proud of and wants to show off.
"Hehe," Hearing this, Diana just chuckled, did not answer. Not waiting much ti, she then turned around and chanted a spell.
"Holy Fire."
The surrounding energy gathered on her hand slowly ford a form of fiery flas; apart from carrying hot air, these flas did not seem to burn her beautiful slender hands either.
Vesta panicked for a mont, but seeing his daughter freely controlling the fire ant she had mastered it, "Good job." He clapped while looking at her in amazent.
The fire made by Diana was not an ordinary fire, as big as a handball and has a different color, white as if giving off a holy aura at the sa ti.
"Hehehe, this ti, my chances of winning are increased against that brat." Diana laughed; different from the pure and lady-like laughter before this ti, Diana's laughter seed to contain excessive pride and self-confidence.
Not only can she change the shape of the fire according to her imagination, but Diana can also even increase the size of this fire.
"This…" Vesta muttered incredulously. Even though he is a swordsman, he still understands common things about a Wizard / Witch.
What his daughter did this ti was equivalent to a Wizard / Witch 1st class. Where they could easily manipulate the elents they used, but then he realized sothing was wrong.
"Princess, don't overdo it, or a dark spot will be ford under your eyes." Vesta smiled; for an instant, he almost got fooled by his daughter's trick.
It is impossible for soone who has not entered 1st class can control elents freely without draining a lot of energy. He narrowed his eyes and found an empty bottle of potion lying on the table behind her.
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