Chapter 533 (1) - The Academys Weapon Replicator |
After a very long time, Frondier finally stood up.
He had learned nothing, even after watching over Azier's body for so long.
"...Still."
But it wasn't meaningless.
He had thought of dozens, hundreds of possibilities, only to crush them and start over again.
That was why Frondier was finally able to leave this place.
"Let's go home first."
Frondier spread his wings and soared into the air.
He had long since given up on hiding his wings when he returned here. He didn't care if people whispered that they had seen a devil.
"I never thought I'd think this way, but..."
Frondier flew towards the mansion at high speed once more.
"I'm worried about Enfer."
As he approached the mansion, no, even from afar, he could feel it.
The tremendous pressure emanating from the mansion.
The weight that Frondier felt even before he set foot on the ground. The people in the mansion right now were in real danger.
'Such tremendous rage.'
It was Enfer's rage pouring out. It wasn't something ordinary people could handle.
Truly worried for the mansion's butler and maids, Frondier checked on them.
As he approached the entrance, he saw the maids with exhausted faces, crushed by Enfer's pressure.
They were startled to see Frondier and came running towards him.
Frondier was about to ask if they were okay because he was worried about them.
But then they all lined up calmly and said,
"Welcome back, Young Master."
"–What?"
Frondier asked back, and
Thud.
The maids all collapsed to the floor, unconscious, instead of answering.
"...Ah, damn it."
Frondier, who was worried about the maids, ended up making them faint by releasing his own killing intent.
Frondier closed his eyes and took a deep breath. At the same time, he checked on the maids with his inner eye.
"Good. Looks like they just fainted. That's a relief."
He hadn't used Eclexis, so there was no need to worry too much. It was more like Frondier had been the last straw after they had been struggling under Enfer's pressure.
And above all, Frondier wasn't particularly sorry.
Just then, Vikar noticed the scene and approached in surprise.
"What's going on, Youn-, Mmmph."
Frondier covered Vikar's mouth with Obsidian.
He looked at Vikar with cold eyes.
"Vikar, did you order them? To call me Young Master?"
"Mmmph, Mmmph."
As soon as Frondier released Obsidian, Vikar caught his breath and spoke.
"I didn't give such an order."
"Then?"
"It was the Master's order."
"...Father?"
Enfer told them to? To call Frondier Young Master?
"That's impossible. He wouldn't do that."
"...Frondier-nim. It's only natural."
"Shut up."
Frondier spat out in a rough voice.
"I need to see him myself. Is Father in his room?"
"Yes, he is."
At Vikar's answer, Frondier went straight ahead.
The air grew heavier as he got closer to Enfer's room. The pressure Enfer emitted no longer allowed anyone within a certain radius.
Breaking through that air, Frondier knocked on the door.
Knock, knock.
"Father, it's Frondier. I've arrived."
It had actually been quite some time since he returned to the Falind continent, but it was certainly now that he had entered the mansion.
"...Frondier."
A voice came from inside the room.
"Come in."
"...."
He said come in.
Enfer, who always finished all reports outside the door and dismissed him as if issuing an eviction order.
Frondier swallowed once and opened the door.
Creak.
Inside the room, Enfer was sitting still.
His face, which Frondier was seeing after a long time, looked older than he remembered.
Frondier knew very well that it wasn't just the traces of time.
"...It's been a while, Father."
"Yes."
Enfer's voice was sharp, but it lacked strength.
Only then did Frondier notice the bottles of alcohol piled up on the desk. An ordinary person would have already passed out from the amount.
But Enfer probably wasn't that drunk. Regardless of whether the alcohol was strong or weak, pure Internal Energy would constantly detoxify his body.
Still, he must have been somewhat drunk.
"Frondier, I didn't want this kind of reunion."
Enfer's tone was a little different than usual.
"...Neither did I."
"Are you hurt anywhere?"
Flinch.
Frondier was a little flustered but quickly regained his composure and replied.
"No, I'm fine."
"...I see. That's good."
Glug—
Swoop.
Enfer poured himself another drink and downed it.
As Frondier took a step closer at the sight, Enfer raised his hand to stop him.
"...Frondier. You must now steel your resolve."
"...."
"You've done well so far. Your father is proud of you. No one can deny that you're an outstanding young man. I assure you."
Had there ever been a day when Enfer praised Frondier so highly?
Yet, Frondier's face only hardened.
"...Father."
"Nevertheless, my heart is heavy at the thought of placing even more responsibility on your shoulders. Frondier, your role will be a little different from now on. Let it be known that your conduct is the honor of our family. Of course, there's nothing to worry about. As long as you keep doing as you have, there won't be any major problems."
"Father."
Frondier interrupted Enfer.
He would never do such a thing normally, and Enfer would have immediately reprimanded him.
However, Enfer didn't get angry at his interruption. After a moment of silence, he spoke again.
"Frondier, as the Young Master now..."
"I am not the Young Master."
Frondier interrupted Enfer once more, denying his words.
Only then did Enfer's gaze seem to land on him.
"I came here today to receive your permission."
"...Permission?"