Chapter 163
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Master Ban, right?
Oh my, I thought you were someone else.
The servants of the Dietrich family murmured as they looked at their young master.
A boy who walked with a confident gaze, standing tall with his shoulders squared.
How much youve changed in just half a year.
Truly remarkable. It reminds me of the young master in his prime.
It seems bloodlines cannot be deceived.
Now I have no regrets even if I die.
The servants looked at the boy with admiring eyes.
No one disliked Ban, who although timid, was always kind, and there was no one in the mansion.
The changes Ban had brought were welcomed by them as well.
By the way, is this your friend from another department?
She doesnt seem very friendly, is it because of her mood?
Hmmmm-
The mysterious purple hair floated magically with each step, echoing in the air.
Right next to it, a suitcase larger than its owner was rolling on its own, making a rumbling sound.
A dazzling and luxurious dress enveloped the petite figure.
It was a rare sight in martial arts families.
Um, Beatrice?
As all eyes were on them, they stopped in the middle of the hallway.
Yes.
Ban turned his head.
Because of the significant height difference, he almost had to bury his chin in his chest to meet her gaze.
Quite new.
Most female students in extremes are tall.
Ban felt somewhat unfamiliar and looked down at Beatrices forehead.
Would you like to see the room where Ill be staying during the vacation first? Then Ill show you around the mansion.
Oh, yes.
Meanwhile, Beatrice was busy inspecting the luxurious interior of the Dietrich mansion.
Its amazing.
Being a noble didnt mean they were all the same.
The Dietrich family was one of the most prestigious families.
They had been a longstanding influential family since the establishment of the Jedos Kyros.
Their tradition and history were ingrained in this mansion, so there was nothing elegant or valuable missing from its decorations.
For a girl who admired nobility, it was an extraordinary place.
I want to live in a place like this.
It was a world away from her hometown.
After marveling, Beatrice lifted her dress slightly and greeted with a noble gesture.
The glory of a family stems from dignity and morality Truly a mansion befitting the Dietrich familys tradition.
Ban replied, trying to avoid awkwardness.
Thank you. Shall we go to the room?
Sure, I hope its close to where youll be staying, so its convenient for experiments.
Experiments.
The boy, who hesitated for a moment, asked.
When do you plan to start those experiments?
Do we need to delay it further? Lets start tomorrow.
Ban, with a complex expression, nodded shortly.
Yes, lets do that.
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Is this my room?
Without unpacking, Leciel simply lay down on the bed.
Her long red hair spread out like a fan on the white sheet.
Not to my liking.
The bed was as soft as a cloud and as silky as silk.
A product of a famous craftsman that took months from order to production. But for some reason, she found such a bed extremely uncomfortable.
Leciel rolled around a few times, then sat up with a grimace.
Should have just gone back home.
It would have been much more comfortable if she had.
But then again, leaving without permission wouldnt be good.
Currently, she was not at the Hiyashin main house but at the villa her grandmother had recently acquired in the Jedos.
And that villa was quite different from what Leciel had imagined.
Of course, it was lavish and spacious.
Located in the heart of an upscale residential area where only nobles resided, its interior was adorned with all the latest furniture and decorations of the Jedos.
It was undoubtedly a mansion where high-ranking nobles could reside, but.
No one would think its where the Hiyashin family head stays.
There were no facilities for training here.
It was a space very different from the Hiyashin main house, with its numerous training grounds, training equipment, and the smell of sweat and iron.
Ultimately, it was a disappointing situation for Leciel, who had longed to meet her grandmother and showcase her growth.
We even communicated that I would arrive around this time.
The servants said that there was an important social gathering, so her grandmother had left early in the morning.
Important I see.
Leciel crumpled and then smoothed out the note she held in her hand.
It was left by her grandmother.
If she arrived on time, there was someone she would introduce her to, and it contained instructions to come to a salon in the center of the Jedos.
Leciels eyes fell on the names and instructions written on the paper.
The eldest son of Count Orten and the second daughter of Viscountess Pessler? Dress in the wardrobe and come?
Leciel lay back on the bed.
I hate this.
Grandmother started subtly arranging such introductions like today, since about last year.
She said that Ive been too absorbed in my studies, I need to experience the life of an ordinary noble.
I remember feeling awkward as she tried to set up a debutante event.
Perhaps this gathering is also part of the life of an ordinary noble.
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I dont want to go.
Even if I go, Ill end up feeling nauseous in the stifling atmosphere, forcing down bland food, only to come back feeling even worse inside.
The nobles will look at her like shes some strange creature and exchange banal greetings.
Grandmother will pretend to be satisfied with a smile on her face.
But in reality, I wont even have a proper conversation with her.
It was all too predictable.
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But when she came to her senses, Leciel was already obediently putting on pretty shoes and clothes as instructed by grandmother and heading out.
She brushed off the servant who offered to arrange the carriage and confidently walked into the street, realizing she was already attracting all the nearby gazes.
Miss, my carriage
A refined salon where you can escape this scorching sun
Do you like theater?
Leciel sighed softly as she moved into the shadow of an alley.
Oh, I really dont want to go.
Maybe going to the salon would be even more uncomfortable than this.
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I want to go back to school.
I want to go back to that place where my body was tired, but my mind was peaceful and happy.
With those soft gray eyes.
And the laughter of friends that makes me forget my worries.
I want to face the cool breeze blowing through the school again.
Leciel sighed once more.
Theres still a long way until vacation ends.
Im not sure exactly, but it must be less than two months left.
Fortunately, some lucky students received a 13-day, 14-night luxury resort vacation voucher as a festival prize from the principal.
The participants who wished to travel agreed to gather at the departure point three weeks before the start of classes.
Leciel naturally planned to participate.
Everyone will come.
Cuculli wouldnt miss it if its about having fun, and Evergreen, who loves new experiences, will probably come too.
And of course, Luke will follow along willingly.
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As Leciel recalled her friends faces, she suddenly stopped.
It was because a familiar pattern passed before her eyes.
It was the gate of a certain elegant mansion.
As the red-eyed gatekeeper glanced her way, she realized he was staring at her ecstatic face with a nonchalant expression, which felt awkward.
It was unlike the appearance of a warriors retainer.
Um, Miss, do you have any business at the Dietrich Mansion?
Oh, the Dietrich Mansion.
It was a sudden impulse that engulfed Leciel.
I am.
What?
Leciels eyes sparkled faintly.
I am Leciel Hiyashin, a friend of Ban Dietrich, here to see Ban.
Youre a friend of the young master?
The guard at Dietrichs mansion couldnt help but admire her small masters ability.
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Meanwhile, while the children were spending their vacation in their own ways.
The Hero was diligently exploring the demonic realm.
In fact, there was no need to be diligent.
Since joining forces with Larze in the demonic realm after striking the back of the 26th Expeditionary Force, there was nothing to worry about.
He just chose the shortest route and headed towards Sector 43.
Larze, who had been exploring the demonic realm tirelessly with Ted since their student days, was a more competent and powerful guide than anyone else.
Thanks to her, the journey was surprisingly easy.
It was the night just before entering Sector 43.
The Hero wiped the dark blood on his sword with a cloth and looked down at the border of the area below his feet.
As soon as his mana recovered, he was going to charge in.
It seems that the only demons well encounter are stragglers.
The magician sat leisurely with her arms crossed, perched on a rock that had only the bottom left, as the cloud flew away leaving only its footprints.
The air around her flowed like an arch and distorted, a disguise spell to avoid the attention of the demons.
Since its a special situation where Sector 1 is under attack, they dont have time or leisure to pay attention to us.
That was Larzes explanation, not to spend time on a few illegal expedition groups that had always been there.
Of course, their feet were on fire and they were moving in hopes of not losing the treasure of the Demonic Church, but honestly, it would be of no concern to the demons who only saw them as tools.
So the Hero could come to one conclusion.
The demons dont know about the Zero Requeims blessing hidden in the coordinates.
If they knew the identity of the treasure, they wouldnt leave it like this.
They would have at least tried to intercept the blessing by deploying a commander-level force.
To them, Zeros blessing was an ability that couldnt be underestimated.
Then naturally, one more question arises.
Why didnt the Demonic Church speak? As the treasure was owned by the Church, they would have guessed its identity to some extent, so why didnt they share it?.
The Heros eyes sparkled.
For all we know, the new sect leader may have other ideas? If theyre not someone who just blindly serves the demons.
It was a rather daunting situation.
Unless its a blind loyalty relationship, there will always be a chance for intrusion.
After all, Zeros blessing is too formidable to just pass over.
The Hero recalled Zeros seven blessings.
They were abilities that had been used by people at least once since Zero unleashed them upon the world.
So he roughly knew their power and usefulness.
The information recorded in the Iris of Laplace also included them.
There are four blessings currently without an owner.
Severance, Paradox, Insight, and Foresight.
Three hours walk from here, one of these mediators is hidden.
Summoning the information recorded about the seven blessings.
First, Severance.
Severance is a martial ability.
You gain a sharp sword that cuts through everything it touches.
It doesnt seem like anything special up to this point.
The story would be different if we told you that the blade containing the spirit is invisible and invisible, and that its length and size can be freely increased by infusing it with magical power.
If it falls into the hands of an average fighter, it might not be more useful than just an artifact, but in the hands of a skilled martial artist, there was no better weapon for killing.
Moreover, it could also cut through not just physical matter but also spectral beings, mental magic, and the like, making it the most coveted blessing for martial artists.
The second, Paradox, is a power similar to the words of an extinct dragon species, which creates phenomena by infusing power into words.
A mysterious power connected to the origin of magic, the more powerful the being speaking it, the more powerful the effect becomes.
Doppelganger, what do you think.
The Hero turned his head.
Under the cloudy sky of the demonic realm, eyes filled with curiosity were gazing at him.
A smirk on the lips.
It was a gaze that seemed to say there were no secrets between them.
What do you think it would be out of the four?
So she had guessed, after all.
The Hero frowned.
Larze seemed pleased with his reaction and let out a small chuckle.
No, let me change the question. What would you like it to be?
Despite the complexity of the situation, the difficulty of the question was easy.
Among Zeros four blessings, there was one thing the Hero wanted the most.
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Having heard the answer, Larze smiled cheerfully and pointed to Sector 43 of the demonic realm with a sense of anticipation.
Well then, lets go check it out now.
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