br>It seemed like he had the chance to attack.

“Did you think that could happen?”

“…”

Seeing that there was no answer, it meant that the son was sincere.

The Count felt absurd, but on the other hand he felt proud of his son.

“Where did you learn such magic?”

“I made them myself.”

“Hu-”

Did he reach a level where he could create such powerful magic?

Although magic was unfamiliar to the Count, he knew that developing a new one was tough.

Again, it was amazing talent.

No, this was no longer to be called talent.
His son was an accomplished magician.

“And you still want to learn the sword?”

“It may sound cocky to my father, but I am not trying to learn the sword by acting like something.
And I never saw swords as something easy.”

Both in the past and now, he had witnessed the power of swordsmen.

And it wasn’t something which could be simply dismissed.

Despite not using aura, didn’t Count Welton still manage to pressure Jamie?

Sure, Jamie still thought that magic is better.

“I am trying to learn because I need it for the future.”


“Future?”

“Yes.
The future.”

“What future are you talking about?”

“This time.
I have been through a lot.
I have a talent for magic.
And I know that better than anyone.
But that alone isn't enough.
We are going to have a tough fight.
Father.”

“Jamie.”

“Father surely must have guessed that to some extent.”

His young looking son was already thinking of the distant future.

Maybe not distant, but it was a problem for adults to solve.

7 year old Jamie had nothing to worry about.

And the Count was going to say that.

“I am young, but I am not young.
Even my father knows it.”

The Count was speechless.

What Jamie had said just broke his heart.

His son was different from his peers and he realized that early on, but still, he treated his son like a child because he desired him to be a child.

And Jamie was telling him not to do that anymore.

The Count looked at Jamie.

Jamie’s face was exactly like his firm resolve.

“It will be difficult.”

“I am prepared.”

“Let’s start tomorrow.
Come here by six in the morning.”

“Yes!”

Jamie replied with a bright face at those words.

The Count smiled as he looked at that.

“Let’s go.”

A man with the impression resembling a hawk put his two daughters in his carriage.

The girl who climbed into the carriage with bold steps and a girl with graceful gestures got on.

The two girls with opposite personalities were Rebecca and Ash, the daughters of Viscount Balle.

The Viscount smiled as he looked at the children.

“Both excited?”

“It’s been a while since we were out!”

Ash jumped inside the carriage and shouted.

And Rebecca nodded shyly.

‘They come from the same belly but are so different that it is amazing.’

Viscount Balle shook his head looking at the different characters of the sisters.

“Then let’s go.”

At the signal, the carriage moved.

Ash, who was looking out the window, turned to her father and asked.

“Haiss must be huge right?”

“Probably one of the biggest in the east.”


“I am so excited!”

“By the way, wasn’t Ash close to the son of Welton?”

“Hm…”

At her father’s question, Ash rubbed her lower lip and pondered.

She first met him at the Eastern Noble’s banquet.
And talked for some time but never contacted each other.

She tried to send a letter, but she couldn’t get herself to do it.

‘Maybe I should have sent it?’

Maybe then this situation would have been better.

When Ash didn’t answer, the Viscount titled his head and she shook her head.

“Ash?”

“Ah? Ah, ah, we are close.
Probably… we are friends?”

“What is that supposed to mean? Are you close or not?”

“Anyway!”

Ash shouted and turned her head to the window.

The child wasn’t at puberty yet.

Watching his daughter act like this, Viscount Balle turned depressed.
Although it didn’t suit him because of his hawk-like appearance.

The Viscount asked Rebecca, the eldest with a smile on his face.

“Did our eldest daughter meet the young master?”

“Yes? Uh…”

Like Ash, Rebecca pondered.

The Viscount sincerely pondered what the two daughters were thinking about the Count’s son.

‘No way.’

Although he had a good relationship with Count Welton, he wasn’t sure about the kids.

Still, as if something happened, both of them were showing weird faces.
But on the way home from the Eastern noble’s banquet they seemed happy.

Maybe it was because they haven’t met in a while.

The Viscount came to the conclusion and smiled.

“We are going to get to know each other again and you can do it.
And you don’t have to force yourselves to be like him and be friends, if you don’t like it, you don’t have to.”

At that, Rebecca tilted her head.

“It isn’t that.”

“Hmm.”

“Maybe because we are friendly, or maybe another reason.”

Rebecca put her hands on her chest.

Heart beating fast.

Ever since she met Jamie Welton in the woods five months back, this kept happening each time she thought of him.

Rebecca, who had never experienced it before, couldn't figure out why.

‘Want to see him again.’

And then she could figure out why her heart was beating faster.

Seeing his eldest daughter act like that, Viscount Balle sighed.

He really didn’t understand how his daughters were feeling.

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