Strangely, the back of my neck felt cold from earlier.
A little bit, yeah. It was chilling, as if something bad was about to happen. Why is he doing this? I think I said this before, but my ominous hunch boasts a high accuracy rate.
I trusted my intuition, which had been trained for more than 200 yearsă ĄI was usually busy denying it, but I decided to trust it todayă ĄI thought calmly. No, to be precise, I made up my mind.
Although I donât know who it is, I wonât let you go if you give me trouble while Iâm barely at peace.
How I wonât let you go, well. Iâll think about it step by step. There are many ways. If Iâm having a hard time doing it alone, I can ask Dante for a favor, andâŚ
The moment I thought that far, I heard someone running.
âSister Ei!â
Hearing the urgency in that voice, I involuntarily turned around and saw red hair that was tangled and messed up.
The sweat on his face, his eyes shaking, his breath taking in rapid intervals. Ivan, who appeared at the end of that hallway, had a face that clearly showed that he had come running in a hurry.
In addition to that, an uneasy look.
âSister.â
After barely uttering a single word and catching his breath again, Ivan looked at me.
âPlease stop the Master of the Magic Tower!â
ââŚWhat are you talking about?â
âThe Master of the Magic Tower⌠now.â
It was hard to hear Ivanâs words cut off every time he exhaled. What about Dante? What else.
Why do I get anxious when only the name Dante is mentioned, I wonder. Why on earth?
Ah, why?
I tried to ignore the habitual pounding in my head.
âThe Master of the Magic Tower and Brother Kade are fighting.â
âHuh? No, all of a sudden?â
âI think Brother Kade will die at this rate, sister. He might really die.â
Ivanâs eyes were filled with fear and impatience. As if he really believes that Dante will hurt Kade.
Apparently, the fact that the two were fighting didnât mean a light fight or war of nerves. It would have been better if it was something like that.
It definitely reminded me of Dante, who had said earlier that he wouldnât fight with his comrades. Your voice that answered was so calm, yeah, Iâll never fight them, to my words.
By the way, heâs not fighting, heâs half-killing them.
You say you donât fight, you liar.
Apparently, I trusted Dante too easily. Even in the midst of a quick stream of short thoughts, Ivanâs eyes looking at me couldnât hide his nervousness.
There were so many thoughts that came to my mind when I saw those eyes, but in the end there was only one thing I could say.
ââŚWhere are those two now?â
The sound of running footsteps filled the hallway again.
***
K5.
His sight was scattered in a messy red color.
Another cough, which he couldnât tell how many times it had happened, crossed his throat again, and Kade couldnât stand it and spat it out. Cough, what came out of his mouth with a fairly loud sound was dark red blood. In an instant, the corners of his mouth turned bloody.
In fact, not only the corners of his mouth, but his entire body was covered in red. Blood continued to ooze from the tattered wounds filling every nook and cranny of his body, and there was even a fairly deep cut on his abdomen. A scar as if a huge knife had slashed the upper body in an oblique line.
While his whole body was complaining of pain, his head was also hurting in the aftermath of excessive spirit summoning. Thanks to that, his eyes shook wildly, and the purple magic circle floating on the hand of the Master of the Magic Tower became blurry and clear again.
His right arm hadnât moved since earlier. The sky-blue hair that hung down to his waist had been cut almost in half as he evaded the merciless attack, and his glasses had long since been broken.
And perhaps, his ribs had been broken as he had just been slammed into a crack in the wall.
No, it would have been broken. If it wasnât for that, he wouldnât have been sick all over from coughing like this.
The Master of the Magic Tower slowly approached him as he sat down while exhaling his rough breath.
He didnât do anything to the subject that was close enough to be covered with his own shadow, yet just looked down at him. Unable to bear the gaze, Kade was the first to speak.
âIt seems that now itâs possible for one to use magic without having to look at the book.â
ââŚâ
The Master of the Magic Tower was silent, then answered in a calm voice.
âNot all magic originally requires books.â
âIndeed, yes. If itâs none other than attack magic, youâll be used to it.â
It was used so much during the war. Despite the sarcastic remarks, the Master of the Magic Towerâs expression didnât change.
This was the face Kade knew. Even when he attacks, when he kills people, he doesnât show his emotions at any moment.
If you want to see that expression change, you just have to bring up the topic of a specific person.
That fact was astonishing. Really.
Kade wanted to put arsenic on himself, not on anyone else, because of the emotions rising from the depths of his heart.
âYouâve managed to cut me some slack, Master of the Magic Tower.â
â⌠What does that mean?â
âDonât pretend you donât know. You and I know that if you really wanted to kill me, I wouldnât be alive.â
Obviously, the magic flying toward him didnât feel like a joke, but at the same time, it didnât feel sincere either.
More precisely, the intention was to attack him, yet he didnât intend to kill him. Yeah, didnât that keep him breathing like this?
He was a man who had been so cruel on the battlefield. No matter how much Kade responded by summoning the spirit, it would be nothing to him who had surpassed the realm of one field, yet the Master of the Magic Tower didnât kill Kade until the end, even though he broke his bones.
The reason was simple. His purpose wasnât to kill Kade.
In the end, what the Master of the Magic Tower was doing to him was a simple way to vent his anger.
âAre you angry at what I said?â
At the sarcastic voice,the Master of the Magic Towerâs eyes seemed to be slightly wrinkled. Another remark following that response.
âThen you are admitting to yourself.â
Before long, the face of the Master of the Magic Tower slowly distorted. Was the emotion he felt the moment he confirmed the change pleasant or unpleasant?
âYouâre not the kind of person who gets mad at bullshit, are you?â
Kade let out a small laugh at the end of those words, when a chilling voice rang above his head.
âLooks like you still have the strength to laugh.â
When the magic circle appeared on the hand of the Master of the Magic Tower once again, and Kadeâs eyes were stained with tension as he looked up at him.
A calm voice passed between them.
âDante.â
Startled by that voice, the Master of the Magic Towerâs gaze turned to the side.
Soon, the white hand touched his wrist, and the wildly fluttering magic was captured in an instant. It was a neat and quick nullification, as if he was trying to hide the fact that he had used magic.
However, the person who ended this situation with the act of holding his wrist didnât even react.
âStop. If you do anything more, that guy will die.â
It was too much composure for having a bloody person in front of him.
When he raised my head as if he was possessed, what he saw were calm brown eyes as usual.
Kade couldnât read the emotion in those eyes. Perhaps he didnât want to.
âYou said you werenât going to fight, turns out you were fighting excitedly.â
The brown eyes that had been glancing at Kade rolled and turned towards the Master of the Magic Tower. For a moment, the Master of the Magic Tower avoided her gaze with a dark expression.
âFirst of all, alright. Weâll talk about that later.â
Ei shook her head roughly and stood crookedly.
âWhat the hell is going on?â
ââŚâ
No one was the first to answer that question.
***
To the end, Dante refused to tell me what he had been told.
However, I couldnât listen to Ivan, who had nothing to do with this matter, or Lily, who was away to contact the Imperial Palace. After all, it was from Kade that I got the summary of the situation.
As much as I really didnât want to hear from this guy.
âSo I asked. Because I was curious.â
âYou asked because you were curious.â
âYes.â
To put it bluntly, Dante deserved to be angry. I understood why he had caused such a stir right after being told not to fight.
However, this wasnât to say that the situation was pleasant.
As if his monocle had been bitten while fighting, Kade had a bare face with nothing to cover. One of his glasses was just missing, but I could see that he was ashamed of something, trying to avoid my eyes and talking as nonchalantly as possible.
Is he being wary now? If he is, itâs way too late.
âExcuse me, Sir Kade.â
This was really serious advice from my heart, for that guy. Because if this happened the same way, there would be no second time.