He held firm to his belief that Eleonora, as a character, was not originally twisted in her inclinations. At first, there had been just a subtle distortion, brought about by Lukeâs own efforts.
But like the flutter of a butterflyâs wings setting off a chain of events that leads to a tornado, the story had spiraled into madness. (E/N: If you know the term âThe Butterfly Effectâ)
âLuke-Luke⊠I did my best, you know. After seeing your âDark Wings,â I wanted to learn how to fly faster too⊠So I practiced and created new magic, and thenââ
âListen to me.â
âBut still⊠even though I worked hard! Am I not needed anymore? Is that woman your new favoriteâŠ?â
âWhat are you, human female? That attitude toward my MasterâŠâ
âShut up, Dia. And Mia, for Godâs sake, listen to me.â
âââââ.â
Miaâs eyes held an abyss that seemed to drag anyone who looked into them deeper and deeper. No matter how many words were spoken, it didnât seem to have reached her.I It was almost as if she had lost her sanity.
First, Lukeâs highly stimulated and activated intellect came to the conclusion that he had to bring Mia back to her senses through physical contact. He lightly patted her shoulder.
âLook closely. This woman is Eleanora of the Godwin family. Youâre also from the Earlâs family. You must have seen her at parties a few times, right?â
ââŠUh, yeah, um, yes.â
âAnd thereâs a carriage, right?â
ââŠYes.â
âShe just arrived now to attend the party for my celebration. Thatâs all there is to it.â
âUm, yes⊠Nice to meet you too. And Iâm sorry, IâŠâ
âDonât worry about it. I can somehow understand your feelings.â
ââŠIâm sorry.â
The embarrassment of realizing that she had gone on a rampage on her own and misunderstood things. The remorse for causing great rudeness and trouble to Luke and Eleanora. Various emotions tangled together in Miaâs heart and overflowed as tears down her cheeks.
ââŠâ
Luke had a vague idea of the reason behind Miaâs tears. Eleonora also gave him a signal, urging him to comfort her. However, he was preoccupied with various doubts and a spine-chilling feeling, and couldnât be bothered to think about doing that.
(âŠReally, if I make one wrong move, I might get stabbed in the back.)
Luke couldnât help but feel a sense of frustration as he recognized Miaâs vulnerability once again. He lamented why he had ended up engaged to someone who seemed like a ticking bomb.
However, he couldnât shift all the blame onto Mia. He realized that he had treated her as a pawn with a lighthearted attitude, and that had contributed to her difficult behavior. If he hadnât gotten involved with her in the first place, things might not have turned out this way.
(But why did Mia come alone? This is a formal party. She should have brought at least her family and attendants⊠For her to fly alone through the sky. I canât understand whatâs happening anymoreâŠ)
Eleonoraâs revelation of her twisted fetish had already taken a toll on Lukeâs mental state, and Miaâs sudden attack only added insult to injury.
His mental fatigue had already exceeded its limit. After all, Luke, as a character, tended to shut himself in at his familyâs home after just one defeat.
It couldnât be denied that there was mental fragility beneath his arrogance that kept everyone at bay. âAnd thatâs why?
âDonât cry, Mia.â
ââŠâ
Luke was thinking vaguely. For some reason, many of the women who gathered around him had the attribute of being an âMâ, but Mia was the exception.
He had been thinking about something that was almost like escapism and didnât really matter in this situation. And without deep contemplationâ
âYouâre special.â He blurted out.
Luke meant that Mia was âspecialâ because she didnât have the attribute of being âMâ. Of course, Mia had no way of knowing that and interpreted it completely differently.
âSpecial⊠s-s-specialâŠâ
The word âspecialâ that Luke had said echoed repeatedly in Miaâs head. And thenâ
âAbabababa-â
Miaâs brain short-circuited, and she collapsed.
âGeez, are you even skilled at handling women?â Eleonora mocked promptly.
ââŠHuh?â
Luke was taken aback by Eleonoraâs teasing.
However, due to his mental fatigue, Luke, who hadnât been thinking deeply, didnât know the reason why Mia suddenly collapsed, or why Eleonora was mocking.
âUm, Master. How did this human female suddenly collapse?â
â⊠I donât know.â
Dia didnât understand either.
At that moment, a carriage approached from a distance, bearing the crest of the Lonsdale family.
Naturally, the carriage stopped in front of Luke. The door opened, and Alice appeared.
âLuke, long time no see⊠huh, whatâs going on?â
ââŠI donât know.â
This was the first conversation between Luke and Alice after their long-awaited reunion.
âIâm just going for a walk. You didnât have to come along, Alfred.â
âPlease allow me to accompany you.â
âHmm, well, whatever.â
Luke and Alfred were walking through the streets of Gilbadia.
For Luke, it was simply a change of pace.
When he had a big event that caused him significant mental strain, he usually swung his sword absentmindedly. But he also had some business to see the sword he had asked Dalkin for, so he thought a stroll would be a nice change of pace.
By the way, Dia was staying behind to guard the treasure piled up in the backyard, because of the sheer amount of it, they couldnât do anything about it immediately, and as such she was left to guard it.
(âŠItâs relaxing.)
Alfred was not only Lukeâs swordmaster, but also a close and trusted presence who had been with him since he was born. Even the soft breeze felt pleasant. The two of them had a different air about them than commoners. Just by walking, they naturally gathered attention from those around them. But for Luke, it was just part of his everyday life, so it didnât bother him.
âWith all due disrespect, I would like to ask you, Master Luke, for another match.â
âKuku, how unusual, Alfred. I didnât expect you to bring that up.â
Luke turned his head slightly to glance back at Alfred, who was walking a little behind him, with a smile on his lips.
âI can tell by your eyes. Youâve grasped something, havenât you? The eyes of someone who wants to test their own skills.â
âYes, thatâs part of it.â
âOh, what are the other reasons?â
âI want to experience it firsthand. Your technique, Luke-sama.â
Luke looked into Alfredâs eyes.
There were two lights residing there. One was the light of a martial artist, and the other wasâŠ
(I know that occasionally, Alfred also goes berserk.)
There was also that precarious light.
Due to various experiences, Luke had become sensitive to troublesome matters, and thatâs why he noticed. HoweverâŠ
âKuku, very well.â
There was no option to refuse.
Furthermore, it is also true that he is looking forward to it. After all, there are not many who can have a proper sword fight with Luke.
âThank you, Master Luke.â
âWell, anytime would be fine⊠is what I want to say. But I wonât be able to until the party is over. âŠReally, troublesome.â
â⊠Haha, that canât be helped.â
Including Eleanora, the other nobles have already arrived. From now on, Luke will be busy with greetings and other matters, and time will be taken away from him.
Even so, there was a definite joy in Lukeâs heart.
âI will polish my skills so that you can enjoy it even a little.â
âKuku⊠I look forward to it. But be careful, alright? The current situation where nobles look down on swordsmanship hasnât changed.â
âYes, I understand.â
âGood then.â
The conversation ended there.
The two of them were never very talkative. But there was nothing uncomfortable about it.
Just feeling the wind and enjoying the familiar scenery of the city while time flowed leisurely. It healed Lukeâs heart more than any high-level healing magic could.
ââŠHmm?â
As they approached the area where Dalkinâs blacksmith shop could be seen, there was a familiar figure.
âZach?â
âEh? Gyaahh!!â
âHuh, why are you so surprised?â
âWell⊠um, I apologize. I havenât seen you around lately, so my resistance⊠I mean, I was just a little surprised, ahahaâŠâ
âKuku.â
Luke smiled naturally.
Despite Zach probably wanting to apologize, he was definitely one of Lukeâs favorites.
Unlike Alfred, Luke had only recently started to interact with Zach, but he strangely felt at ease with him. Unconsciously, to the extent of wanting to keep him close byâ.
âLuke-sama, and Al-san. What are you doing here?â
At that moment, an ugly carriage stopped. Luke immediately understood that it did not belong to the nobles.
âYouâre Luke Wizaria Gilbert, arenât you?â
Three men appeared, looking rough and violent. Zach had a strong sense of foreboding as Lukeâs mood quickly soured.
Amidst this, Alfred stepped forward.
âBe careful with your words. Do you know who this person is?â
âHow should I know? But first, let me tell you this, weâve held captive to your mother, Julia Rodel Gilbertâ
â⊠what?â
âHmm.â
Luke pondered for a moment.
(âŠWhat a contrived story. Committing a crime in such a public place takes a lot of nerve. Are these guys not concerned about being seen, or is it just a poorly planned scheme? Well, kidnapping my mother is most likely a bluff, but I canât completely deny the remaining 10% as a fact.)
Perhaps angered by Lukeâs unchanging expression, one of the men raised his voice slightly.
âT-thatâs not a lie! If you value your motherâs life, get on the carriage now!â
âWell, all right. Is it just me?â
âNo, all three of you!â
âI see.â Luke turned around. âSo be it. Alfred, Zach, youâll come along.â
âOf course, Iâll come too. I canât overlook this, after all.â
Luke smirked faintly at Zachâs first-ever expression.
âItâs the âMagic Sealing Shackles.â Put them on everyone. And also, hand over the swords at your waist. Donât resist, got it?â
âYeah. I wonâtâŠresist.â
True to his word, Luke boarded the carriage without resistance, with Alfred and Zach, wearing the shackles, having a twisted grin on his face.