Chapter 143 – I Have Nothing to Offer, I’ll Treat You Sick.

The prestige and influence of the Marquis Bolt family and the Count Malloy family are by no means small in the Empire.

It’s enough to stretch his shoulders and snort wherever he goes.

In particular, Count Malloy’s family maintains a commercial district in which materials related to wizards’ research are actively distributed in the estate, and is a family involved in the gate business, so there is no place to compare in terms of money.

The major powers of the two families, who were busy caring for their estates and calling out their power and wealth, gathered in the capital’s church.

Doran, the dean of Lofty Academy, was also standing there, unable to erase his tired expression.

…

“I’m sorry, Count. This is really the best for my sex magic…”

“You worked hard.”

Even if the wealth of Count Malloy’s family was rich enough to reach the sky, there was something impossible.

“It was best to preserve the shape of the eyeballs. If it was a normal priest, the contaminated eyeballs would have to be extracted.”

Thinking it was the best result as he said, Earl Malloy nodded his head and expressed his gratitude.

“I will not forget that I was favored by my priest.”

The eldest son of the family.

Hearing that one of Isaac Malloy’s pupils had been pierced by something, he called the most skilled priest in the capital’s church, but he was unable to completely restore it.

Missing time for treatment was also a problem, but it was not an ordinary wound, but something negative and vicious.

This is strangely different from black magic, and it is the first time even a veteran priest who is said to have the most experience has seen it.

It looked like a scratch from the undead or a trace of magic left by ghosts like Banshee, but it was not the same as anything, so it took a lot of trouble to purify it.

‘I’m going crazy…’

I wanted to hit this stupid son right away, but there were too many eyes.

Did you skip class with the eldest son of the Bolt family without permission and get attacked by an assailant while playing junk food in the vacant lot?

There was a limit to a story that could be passed on with moderate eyes closed.

The Count glared at Isaac, who held back the anger bubbling inside him and shamelessly raised his head.

“This father has expectations of you, but has she rebelled or burdened her pervertedly? It will be good.”

“…”

Isaac’s eyes, which showed no signs of remorse, turned the count’s stomach upside down.

“You place catalysts and materials in the vacant lot and play polka dots or make lame excuses… Are you really testing your father’s patience?”

“I hope you will listen to me and judge me. This is a very important story.”

“Whoa…”

After taking a deep breath, the Count unfastened the magic tool in the form of a bracelet from his wrist and placed it on the table in the hospital bed.

Nervously passing his head with his lightened hand, the Count glared at Isaac, wrapping mana around him, and Isaac passed dry spittle in nervousness.

It was never a civilized thing to manipulate mana inside the church, but no one touched them as much as a big incident broke out.

Depending on the answer, a wave of hand-to-hand swords was in the air, so Isaac struggled to choose an interesting word first.

“It may be possible to develop the gate more dramatically than it is now.”

It was a story that I had seen very far, but it was not a story that was not connected at all.

The Count’s nervous face relaxed slightly and his eyebrows twitched. He looked around him and ordered Isaac.

“…Tell me in detail.”

If asked to choose a track record that could flatten one of his eldest son’s eyes and the noses of other wizards, his father would choose the track record without any hesitation, so the reaction was expected.

Isaac came to his senses, and while one of his eyes was blown out, he reflexively moved his body and put the dimensional fragment into his bag first.

The reason why he took the two fragments of the dimension first, rather than Robert, was because he needed his father’s strength to settle this matter and keep his position as the next head of household.

In that situation, he continued to think about social survival, and he was madly proud of himself.

‘This time it was such a brilliant and efficient judgment that I get goosebumps even thinking about it. 100 points.’

The loss of one of his eyes was painful to the bone, but when he saw Robert who was in trouble right next to him, he calmed down and appreciated his situation.

How lucky are you to survive meeting such a madman and losing your mind?

Isaac secretly praised himself for his intelligent behavior and luck, and took out the bag he had left beside his bed.

He glanced at the two pieces of dimensional fragments he had treasured inside, and continued a short, bold explanation to his father.

After hearing the brief explanation, Earl Malloy gave his head a full spin.

“…”

What Isaac was saying was a fictional and implausible story, but it was not without possibility.

The demons that black magicians communicate with and summon right now are the life forms of Pandaemonium.

In a way, the creatures called demons are from another dimension, and the goddesses and angels served by the church are the same.

That is not to say that there were no stories and discussions about the other dimension where humans live.

However, even if there was another human world, it was a fantasy realm that everyone was curious about because there was no means of proof.

‘If this is true, it is a discovery that will put the family name in all magic and history books…’

If it hadn’t been for that strange lump, Count Malloy would have slapped his son on the cheek.

No matter how much Isaac resembled him, he was gifted in research and magic.

If he said he had done it without evidence of an area that even famous wizards had given up on, it would have only been seen as a means to evade the situation.

However, it was worth listening to in detail as long as there was something that he could not recognize at first glance, which he had grown through research, and uncleanness that even veteran priests saw for the first time.

“Okay. I’ll go to the family to hear the details. First of all… I’ll fix the seat.”

One of the eyes of the eldest son, who is supposed to carry on the family, went blind, but at least the family side stands out.

Compared to the eldest son of the Marquis Bolt family, who was attacked by the same assailant, it was difficult to say that it was a big deal.

Even if one eye is blind, the experiment can continue, and if you feel uncomfortable in everyday life, you can do anything by attaching an attendant.

But one arm from a knight’s family, not a wizard.

And the fact that his main arm was broken was enough to cause a setback for even the eldest son in the direct line to inherit the title of head of the household.

The family of the Marquis Bolt had a close relationship with the church since ancient times, and they succeeded in calling in a large number of talented priests and joining their arms.

Everyone cheered when blood ran through the muscles and skin.

Robert’s arm did not move a finger no matter how hard he tried.

As a result, the people of the Marquis Bolt family gathered over there were like a funeral home, so even the magician and brazen Count were reluctant to approach them.

‘Tsk tsk- He boasted that his son’s innate talent was so good… That’s the end of the article. The family will be noisy too.’

The Count looked away, anticipating the battle for the title and the bloody winds that would blow upon the House of Marquis Bolt.

One thing that hurts my head was enough right in front of my eyes.

“Come to think of it, where did Philip go?”

Earl Malloy asked in a contemptuous tone, frowning, knowing that Philip, whom Isaac had begged him to let go, was gone.

“…I’m sure he’s going around a lot with things I asked for.”

“It must have something to do with the experiment I just talked about, right?”

It couldn’t be said that there was no relationship at all, so Isaac nodded confidently.

“···Of course.”

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Officials gathered in a guest room rented by the church.

This was an embarrassing situation for each other as they sat and faced each other.

The Volt Marquis family knew roughly the identity of the assailant, but did not want to inform the outside world of the existence of the ‘genealogy’.

Earl Malloy did not want to discuss this at length until information was established.

Doran, the dean, said that if you try to avoid it, there are many holes, so you can avoid it, but it just hurts.

“Isn’t that thug still roaming around the academy?”

After the bolt, when the artist’s characters asked for momentum, Doran stretched out his one arm, grabbed the teacup, and struck it back in a relaxed tone.

“Currently, all instructors and personnel are mobilized to search, but the traces have been cut off at the training ground a little away from the area where the accident occurred. There were unique traces, but no cadets or faculty members who had problems were found as a result of the investigation.”

From Doran’s point of view, I have no intention of saying sorry first. The moment he admits it, he writes a dump and becomes a loss.

Even the marquis might be able to hear an apology if they mention the position of dean of the academy and touch the person in charge, but forcibly poking at the beehive is tantamount to a suicide bomber button.

“Kuhmm…”

I want to question the academy’s security, but it’s a tag that I ran out without notice.

In addition, Count Malloy wanted to pass this place quietly for now, so he repeatedly watched the conversation between the post-volt author and the dean without saying anything.

The seats where the characters who said they had a seat in the empire sat like a dodol-i-pyo, and the conversation continued to the point where each other did not admit whose fault it was, but no one had an advantage.

“What do you think, Count?”

Since the conversation was inconclusive, the characters of the Marquis Bolt family turned their attention to Count Malloy and asked for help.

“What’s the point of a place like this? It’s not like my son’s wounds will get better if I try to figure out what’s wrong with what’s already happened… I’m still worried about my son who is still alone in the hospital bed.”

“···No.”

At the unexpected reaction, the word ‘No’ came out of Marquis Bolt’s mouth.

Dean Doran, who hadn’t missed the moment, intervened and agreed with the Count’s words.

“As expected, the count’s insight goes beyond magical knowledge and penetrates the essence and truth in everything.”

“Heh heh heh! That’s an overstatement. But if I had to say a word… The roots and stems of knowledge wouldn’t eventually lead to one.”

“When you say that, what comes to mind is one of the papers the Count presented last time—”

‘This is ruined.’

When the wizards started to play drums and drums, the characters of the Volt Marquis realized that the situation had already ended.

“…”

From the point of view of the Marquis Bolt family, Count Malloy, who should join forces to pressure the dean of the academy, is pretending to be a loner by himself, so this is going crazy and jumping up and down in its own way.

The back of my head tingled with a sense of betrayal when Count Malloy, who had the strongest tendency to treat his children like objects, performed such a skit.

In the end, as the Count began to take the side of the dean, Robert and Isaac agreed to be hospitalized so that the academy attendance rate would not be a problem during the treatment period.

The dean left, saying that he would join the instructors to find the assailant, and that ended the position.

*****

Unexpectedly, there was no awkwardness when Chloe and Eclair, who had regained their senses naked after the consumption of the ice crystals, faced each other.

The relationship is thicker and more friendly than before.

Showing lively blue eyes, Chloe’s cold went away, but she didn’t release her hug with Eclair right away.

Unlike before, the sisters simply laughed at the atmosphere where the urgency disappeared and the feeling of affection was felt.

“Thank you, unnie. Not only now, but always… I can’t imagine life without you.”

“… You’re talking about the same thing.”

There was such a rapid development in an instant that Chloe stretched out her hand first and took Eclair’s hand without noticing.

After returning to her room, Chloe tidied up her body and came back to Eclair to help her clean up and spend time with her sisters.

It took more time than I thought to clean up the large room with the two of us because it was my older sister who did not have a servant in the bedroom or study, but it was fun to clean with her sister.

After her tidying up, she had a brief tea time, and Chloe, who was talking about small things, hesitated and asked her one favor.

“Sister. I have a request for you…”

“Hmm? Tell me.”

“Can you please advance my allowance?”

Chloe receives pocket money for her academy from her family, but in the end, the source of the money is Éclair.

Because she is usually a younger sister who has never asked herself such a favor.

For whatever reason, Éclair was happy that Chloe was leaning on him and making an honest request.

“If there is a place that needs money without the need to pay pocket money in advance, just say it comfortably.”

Eclair waited for Chloe’s reply with a gentle smile, knowing that her brother would not do anything extravagant or nonsensical.

Chloe wiggled her clasped hands together and blushed slightly as he whispered in a small voice that you could barely hear if you were focused.

“Th-since I have received so many things like this, oh, I want to repay you, even if it’s small…”