"Nella, how was class today?"

"It was fun."

The children, who had all left the beginner class together, were now taking the beginner class together.

Also, thanks to the academy assigning Pola and Nella to the same room for the young Nella, the two had become very close.

"That's a relief. It was a little difficult for me."

Skir, unlike in the beginner class, often had a pouty face, as if he was having a hard time keeping up with the slightly more difficult class content.

As the oldest, he always wanted to do better than the other children, so he never neglected to prepare and review.

"Stop exaggerating! You're the best at it, aren't you?"

"Right. Skir. You're doing well enough now."

"...Really?"

Skir, who smiled brightly at the children's praise, scratched his head.

It was a pretty good day.

The children were all on good terms, and they were growing together, comforting each other.

"Then see you tomorrow! Let's go, Nella."

As Nella and Pola went into the girls' dormitory first, Skir and Lucas also returned to their respective rooms.

***

Skir, who had returned to his room, felt a strange sense of unease.

It was when he was tilting his head at the chilly feeling that was wafting for some reason.

"You're doing well, aren't you..."

"B-brother?"

As he closed the door and turned around, Stun was in front of him.

He was momentarily surprised, but his brother's condition, whom he had seen after a long time, was strange.

"Brother? Who is your brother? I have never had a younger brother like you."

"I-I'm sorry..."

Skir bit his lip at the apology that had come out of habit.

"I came to say my last goodbye... but you're still the same pathetic sight. The way you play with the family of traitors is just... like your father."

Skir's body trembled at the cold words that came out of Stun's mouth, who had the same father as him.

But like a chicken that had been chased as a chick and was still being chased as a rooster, he was just trembling in front of the huge presence of his older brother.

"I'll spare you. This is my last advice, seeing our old friendship, so listen well. If I see you playing with the Rodrigo County again... His Majesty the Emperor will not stand by."

"What do you mean by that..."

-Slap!!!

"Don't talk back to me. You're still as arrogant as ever."

His slapped cheek was momentarily numb. Skir, who was looking at Stun who was turning and leaving, gathered his courage.

"A-are you okay?"

Stun's head, who had stopped walking at his words, slowly turned.

"Kh... khahaha! Am I okay? Did you ask if I'm okay?"

Skir, who had stepped back at Stun's mad laughter, clenched his trembling hands.

"You're cute. Very... very cute."

"..."

"Am I okay... am I okay... khaha! I've never been better than now. Very... very good."

Skir couldn't even say a word in response to his brother's appearance, who was wearing clothes with bloodstains on his lips and caked with dirt.

His swollen cheek was fine. He just wished that this moment would end soon.

"Remember well... my last words. You won't be safe next time either."

As Stun left the room, his legs gave out.

His whole body began to tremble, as if he had been standing with all his strength.

'I-I have to go...'

He had to go. He had to inform his father, Duke Cirus, or if not, Professor Aman, of this fact.

But his legs wouldn't move.

'I-I have to go... I have to go...!'

***

-Knock, knock, knock.

Lucas got up at the sound of the knock.

There was only one person who would knock on his door.

"Skir?"

Lucas, who opened the door without any suspicion, naturally met his eyes at Skir's eye level and was startled.

"Hi? Are you Lucas?"

The man, who smiled brightly, had bloodstains on his lips, and his appearance was bizarre and creepy.

"Who are you?"

"Khahat! You're an arrogant little brat."

-Grab!

"Khuk!"

The man reached out and roughly grabbed Lucas's neck and lifted him up.

'What the hell is this situation!?'

Only one thought came to Lucas's mind, who had been suddenly grabbed by the neck.

This bastard was serious, and he had crawled all the way here to dig his own grave.

But this was the academy, and it was the dormitory.

-Flash!

Lucas, who had made his decision, teleported with the man who was holding his neck.

"W-what is this again!!!"

Stun was flustered. He was flustered by the sudden teleportation, but he was even more flustered by the fact that the one who had brought him here was the little brat in front of him.

"Gak! Gak!"

Lucas, who had been grabbed by the neck, let out a rough cough.

"Hey, you son of a b-tch."

Lucas, who had rubbed his neck once, took a step closer to Stun.

"You son of a b-tch!!!"

Stun's face, who had let out a rough curse, distorted with anger.

"You little brat who hasn't even dried the blood on his head... how dare you curse?"

Lucas, who snorted as if he was at a loss for words, took another step closer to him.

-KABOOM!!!

The magic that was quickly shot from Stun's hand attacked Lucas.

At this rate, he should have turned to dust. A pathetic and small little brat like that...

"Ha! I've seen all sorts of pathetic situations."

But Lucas was standing there tall and unharmed.

"T-this! Die!! Die!!!"

-KABOOM!! KABOOM! KABOOM!

Stun, who was flustered at the sight, shot magic from his hand in succession.

"Your eyes have gone bad... do you want to die?"

He was at a loss for words. Not only did he come to his room and grab his neck, but he also attacked him?

And... twice?

"Sh-sh-t!!!"

A curse came out of his mouth.

The little brat in front of him was definitely the child of the Rodrigo County. The Lucas he knew was a pathetic little brat who could barely attend the beginner class.

But not only did he block all his attacks, but he also had such a relaxed attitude? It was really driving him crazy.

"Silver-white hair... are you Skir's older brother?"

"..."

Lucas, who was walking leisurely through the hazy dust that had risen around him. Stun, who was standing there blankly like a mute who had eaten honey, even at his question.

"I guess so. If you have business with me, you could have just come to me... how dare you come to the sacred academy and... make a scene?"

"...Khuk!"

"You little rat... you must be crazy to want to die."

He was so angry. He wanted to tear apart the little brat in front of him, who was acting as if the power he had obtained was nothing.

"Why is the mouth that was chattering so well earlier not even moving now? Huh?"

Lucas also wanted to tear apart the pathetic human bastard who had come to see him right away, but he was holding it in with superhuman patience.

He was reluctant to kill him now that he knew he was Skir's older brother.

"...Ha? Who gave you that?"

The heterogeneous energy he felt from Stun. Anger welled up as he realized it.

-KABOOM! KABOOM!!!

"Who! Gave it to you!!!"

Hazy smoke rose from the huge hole next to him.

The overwhelming difference in power. The power that the little brat had hidden was real.

'One shot... I'll send him off in one shot.'

Stun, who had lowered his head, was quietly chanting a spell. His last chance.

He would kill that little brat even if he had to squeeze out all his strength.

"...Accept my call and annihilate the enemy!!! Gak!"

A red blood gushed from the mouth of Stun, who had finished all his spells.

At the same time, the sky began to rumble.

-Rumble... thump... crack! Crack!

"Thunder Spear?"

Lightning was striking from the blackened sky.

"What a harvest of nonsense."

His magic was still not enough to scatter all the lightning that had come right in front of him in an instant.

"Absolute Barrier."

A defensive magic cast with a relaxed expression and a smirk. But he was anxious.

'Sh-t... I can't block it, can I!?'

-Rumble!! KABOOM!! Crack! Crack!

Lightning struck the entire land, and Lucas's expression, who was standing on it, gradually darkened.

"Khuk..."

He was beginning to feel the strain, as if it was still too much to block so many spells.

Fortunately, Stun, who had cast the spell, was also not in a good condition.

"Gak! Khuk! Khaha... you too, in the end... khuk! I guess that's as far as you go!"

Stun was laughing happily, even while vomiting black blood.

-Crack... crack...

The barrier began to crack from the successive blows.

"Gaaah..."

It was when Lucas's defensive magic, which seemed to have reached its limit, was almost completely broken.

-KABOOM! KABOOM!

"Lord!!!"

"...Aman?"

Aman, who had appeared behind Lucas, instantly scattered the thunder spears that were pouring down from the sky.

"What's this situation? And this bastard is... Stun?"

"Gaaah! Gak!"

Stun, whose internal organs had all been twisted by the suddenly canceled magic, was now vomiting blood.

"You pathetic... and arrogant... human..."

Aman, who was growling with anger.

-Thump... rumble!

As an ice spear formed in his hand, Lucas realized his mistake.

"Aman!! No!"

The ice spear that had formed in Aman's hand had a simple meaning. That he would not kill him gently.

It was no different from Aman's signal that he would stab the ice spear into his limbs and kill him as painfully as possible.

"What do you mean, no? This bastard threatened Skir and even tried to kill the Lord."

"Gaaah... L-Lord...?"

"Haha! Right. You're listening to everything with your open ears, aren't you?"

Now that even Aman had appeared, Stun had no more hope. He was a body that even Lucas could not beat.

"Now, how should I kill you. Huh?"

"Aman, no. Hold it in."

-KABOOM! KABOOM!

Aman, who had nervously thrown the ice spear in his hand and had stuck it in the ground, turned to Lucas.

"Why not again?!"

"Look at what's on that bastard's body."

"What's on that bastard's body... that's...!?"

Aman's brow furrowed as he was about to refute Lucas's words.

"You annoying things...! Are there still things like this?"

The dragons' hatred of the demons had begun with the incident a thousand years ago.

The demons, who had cried out to stop hating them, had also become enraged at their own situation of being persecuted without any fault as time passed.

In the end, the demon god, who could not bear to see it anymore, had asked the main god and had been granted a new demon world, but they had struggled desperately even as they were driven out to the demon world.

At that time, the number of demons who had married humans was large, and although it was rare, there were also many demons who had formed relationships with other races.

How unfair it must have been for them to have to be separated from their families.

"Ha, who gave you this son of a b-tch? Huh?"

Aman sneered at Stun, who was lying on the floor and occasionally vomiting blood.

"Huh? Who gave it to you? Ah, let's solve it first."

If he went on like this, an important clue would die and disappear.

-Saaak

As Aman reached out his hand to Stun, a light appeared from his hand. Then 'Molek's Breath', which had been absorbed into Stun's body, floated up.

"Gaaah!"

A pain that was incomparable to when it had been absorbed into his body attacked Stun.

Aman's expression was dry as he looked at Stun, who was crying out in pain. No, he was disgusted, as if he had seen something dirty.

"...What is this?"

Aman, who had picked up the artifact with only his index and ring fingers, was trying to keep it as far away from his body as possible.

The artifact, which had been picked up as if picking up something dirty, was brilliant.

A diamond-shaped pendant with countless red gems embedded around a large dark red crystal.

"...Molek's Breath."

"Molek? You mean that old demon king?"

"Right, I don't know why that's here."

Lucas's expression darkened as he recognized Molek's Breath.

"You keep it."

"Pardon!? Ah, I don't want to! Isn't this dirty!?"

In fact, Aman had never actually met a demon, nor had he been harmed by them.

Aman, who was just turning 700, hated the demons only from the old stories he had heard from the dragons, as if they were oral traditions.

All the dragons were the same. The son of a b-tch things that had raised a banner against the strongest beings on earth.

The price for touching their noble and high pride was enormous.

"Keep it. It's not dirty."

"Ha... I understand. More importantly, can I kill him now?"

"No. We have to find out who gave him this."

"Oho, I'm good at that, aren't I?"

Aman smiled brightly, as if he liked Lucas's answer.

"Now, it's time to open your mouth."

-Saaak

Aman, who had approached Stun, cast a healing magic. As the healing magic ended, Aman's finger pointed at him.

-Thwack!

"Gaaah!!"

As the magic that had been thinly shot from Aman's hand pierced Stun's shoulder, a painful scream echoed everywhere.

"I can repeat this thirty thousand times, so you'd better know that."

(End of Chapter)