Chapter 23: The Moment Of Proof
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Chapter 23: The Moment Of Proof
The book Lucia was searching for was in the hands of a girl she had never seen before.
As she lifted her gaze slightly from the book in the girls hands, she met the face of a girl of similar age. Watching the unfamiliar girl flipping through the pages with her cute little hands, Lucia found herself absentmindedly entranced.
Shes adorable.
That was Lucias first impression of the girl.
With hair that glowed faintly reddish under the light, blue eyes that stood out on her petite face, and the flawless porcelain-like skin unique to children, all combined harmoniously, contributing to the mysterious aura surrounding the girl.
Thanks to the non-human beauties shes known, Lucia thought shed never be awestruck by someones appearance again. Yet, the girls appearance was dazzling enough to make Lucia reconsider.
Perhaps because shed been staring for too long, the girl, noticing Lucias gaze, looked up and met her eyes.
Is this your book?
Huh? Mine?
Yes, you kept looking at my hands, so I thought Id ask.
The girl said with a bright smile. Her smile was so heartwarming that Lucia could only blink, momentarily lost for words.
Its not my book Or is it?
While Lucia hesitated, the girl gently closed the book and approached her.
My name is Siriel.
Siriel?
Yes, Siriel Prient.
Upon hearing her name, Lucias eyes widened in recognition. She vaguely remembered the mention of a Siriel from lunch today.
Is she that mans daughter?
Lucia stared intently at Siriel. This doll-like child was Hugos daughter?
You Are you
Hugos biological daughter?
She nearly blurted out the question, but quickly covered her mouth with her hand.
However, it was a logical suspicion. Siriel looked nothing like Hugo, to the point where her appearance would be inexplicable if she wasnt his adopted child.
That man, Hugo, seemed too large to be considered human. He was so intimidating both in height and hand size that she wondered if he could even defeat an ogre with his bare hands.
Conversely, Siriel looked like a tiny fairy.
Her silver hair was tinged with a shade of red that seemed as if it couldnt exist in reality. Even the airy frilled dress she wore made her seem like she had leaped right out of a fairy tale, moving so adorably that it was almost an illusion.
Whats your name?
Huh? Uh Lucia
Thats a pretty name!
With that, Siriel quickly grabbed Lucias hand. They had just met, hadnt they? Lucia was slightly taken aback by her friendly behavior.
Regardless of what Lucia might have been thinking, Siriel chatted away.
The girl my grandpa spoke of was you?
Grandpa?
Johan. I mean Johan. He mentioned you a little before coming here.
Johan was the only knight among those brought by Hugo who spoke, and he remained vaguely in Lucias memory.
After we arrived, Grandpa told me about you. That theres a girl around my age. I was so happy.
Happy you say?
Yes.
Siriel, not letting go of Lucias hand, began hopping around gleefully.
Ive always played alone.
Then, she suddenly wore a melancholic smile.
Grandpa said our house is so grand that not many guests come. So, I usually only have the knights to play with, and its not much fun.
Siriel pouted as she candidly shared her situation.
Even they, when busy with training or duties, would only occasionally play with me.
Itd be nice if I had siblings. Thats why, you know? You cant imagine how excited I was when I heard theres a friend my age here.
A friend?
Ah, come in.
The door opened, and in walked Yuma, followed by Berta.
Greetings! Master!
Alright, Berta. It might take some time. Sit anywhere you like.
Y-Yes.
Berta replied with clear tension. The reason for her tension was that all the servants of the mansion had gathered in Shirons room. Almost everyones eyes were intently fixed on Berta.
Moreover, the room was filled with dense magical energy, making it hard to even breathe.
Berta sat down on a chair in a corner and tried to regulate her breathing, wondering how the young master could remain so calm in this atmosphere.
The answer became somewhat clear without further explanation: the holy sword she had seen him discover earlier was in his hand.
Now.
Shiron, seeing Berta neatly dressed in her uniform, smirked. He then looked around at all the servants in the mansion.
Anyone here willing to get pricked by the holy sword?
Shiron tapped the holy sword in his hand, waiting for a volunteer.
The first to raise her hand was Yuma.
Ill do it, young master.
You cant, Yuma. Youre injured.
I see.
Yuma hesitated for a moment after Shirons comment, then nodded in agreement.
If not Yuma, any other volunteers? Well decide by drawing lots then.
I-Ill do it!
The one who raised her hand was Ophilia, with her eyes tightly closed. Opening her eyes, she slowly approached where Shiron stood.
Ophilia, I wont forget your sacrifice.
P-Please be gentle, young master.
Ill try to make it as painless as possible.
Ophilia, with a frightened expression, extended her pale arm. Another maid approached and gagged Ophilias mouth.
Ophilias trembling arm was very slender.
Watch closely, Berta. You are witnessing a historic moment.
Yes.
Berta pulled out a notebook from her possession as Shiron firmly gripped Ophilias trembling arm.
One, two!
Three!
Shriek!
The holy sword held by Shiron grazed Ophilias arm ever so slightly. Despite it just being a blade grazing the skin, an intense burning smell wafted up.
A single red line appeared where the blade had passed.
Young master, its undoubtedly genuine.
Yuma, who had been observing the process, spoke up.
Well done.
It, it wasnt as bad as I thought. I guess I was too scared.
Ophilia, having spat out the gag from her mouth, wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.
Didnt I say Id be gentle? Dont you trust me?
He, hehe.
Shiron gave a bitter smile and comforted a chuckling Ophilia.
The verification of the authenticity of the holy sword is done.
Shiron discreetly put away the holy sword, ensuring no one noticed.
The succession ceremony is tomorrow. Just promise me one thing.
He took a deep breath, wiping the smile off his face.
If I fail, no one should step forward.
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Chapter 23: The Moment Of Proof
The book Lucia was searching for was in the hands of a girl she had never seen before.
As she lifted her gaze slightly from the book in the girls hands, she met the face of a girl of similar age. Watching the unfamiliar girl flipping through the pages with her cute little hands, Lucia found herself absentmindedly entranced.
Shes adorable.
That was Lucias first impression of the girl.
With hair that glowed faintly reddish under the light, blue eyes that stood out on her petite face, and the flawless porcelain-like skin unique to children, all combined harmoniously, contributing to the mysterious aura surrounding the girl.
Thanks to the non-human beauties shes known, Lucia thought shed never be awestruck by someones appearance again. Yet, the girls appearance was dazzling enough to make Lucia reconsider.
Perhaps because shed been staring for too long, the girl, noticing Lucias gaze, looked up and met her eyes.
Is this your book?
Huh? Mine?
Yes, you kept looking at my hands, so I thought Id ask.
The girl said with a bright smile. Her smile was so heartwarming that Lucia could only blink, momentarily lost for words.
Its not my book Or is it?
While Lucia hesitated, the girl gently closed the book and approached her.
My name is Siriel.
Siriel?
Yes, Siriel Prient.
Upon hearing her name, Lucias eyes widened in recognition. She vaguely remembered the mention of a Siriel from lunch today.
Is she that mans daughter?
Lucia stared intently at Siriel. This doll-like child was Hugos daughter?
You Are you
Hugos biological daughter?
She nearly blurted out the question, but quickly covered her mouth with her hand.
However, it was a logical suspicion. Siriel looked nothing like Hugo, to the point where her appearance would be inexplicable if she wasnt his adopted child.
That man, Hugo, seemed too large to be considered human. He was so intimidating both in height and hand size that she wondered if he could even defeat an ogre with his bare hands.
Conversely, Siriel looked like a tiny fairy.
Her silver hair was tinged with a shade of red that seemed as if it couldnt exist in reality. Even the airy frilled dress she wore made her seem like she had leaped right out of a fairy tale, moving so adorably that it was almost an illusion.
Whats your name?
Huh? Uh Lucia
Thats a pretty name!
With that, Siriel quickly grabbed Lucias hand. They had just met, hadnt they? Lucia was slightly taken aback by her friendly behavior.
Regardless of what Lucia might have been thinking, Siriel chatted away.
The girl my grandpa spoke of was you?
Grandpa?
Johan. I mean Johan. He mentioned you a little before coming here.
Johan was the only knight among those brought by Hugo who spoke, and he remained vaguely in Lucias memory.
After we arrived, Grandpa told me about you. That theres a girl around my age. I was so happy.
Happy you say?
Yes.
Siriel, not letting go of Lucias hand, began hopping around gleefully.
Ive always played alone.
Then, she suddenly wore a melancholic smile.
Grandpa said our house is so grand that not many guests come. So, I usually only have the knights to play with, and its not much fun.
Siriel pouted as she candidly shared her situation.
Even they, when busy with training or duties, would only occasionally play with me.
Itd be nice if I had siblings. Thats why, you know? You cant imagine how excited I was when I heard theres a friend my age here.
A friend?
Ah, come in.
The door opened, and in walked Yuma, followed by Berta.
Greetings! Master!
Alright, Berta. It might take some time. Sit anywhere you like.
Y-Yes.
Berta replied with clear tension. The reason for her tension was that all the servants of the mansion had gathered in Shirons room. Almost everyones eyes were intently fixed on Berta.
Moreover, the room was filled with dense magical energy, making it hard to even breathe.
Berta sat down on a chair in a corner and tried to regulate her breathing, wondering how the young master could remain so calm in this atmosphere.
The answer became somewhat clear without further explanation: the holy sword she had seen him discover earlier was in his hand.
Now.
Shiron, seeing Berta neatly dressed in her uniform, smirked. He then looked around at all the servants in the mansion.
Anyone here willing to get pricked by the holy sword?
Shiron tapped the holy sword in his hand, waiting for a volunteer.
The first to raise her hand was Yuma.
Ill do it, young master.
You cant, Yuma. Youre injured.
I see.
Yuma hesitated for a moment after Shirons comment, then nodded in agreement.
If not Yuma, any other volunteers? Well decide by drawing lots then.
I-Ill do it!
The one who raised her hand was Ophilia, with her eyes tightly closed. Opening her eyes, she slowly approached where Shiron stood.
Ophilia, I wont forget your sacrifice.
P-Please be gentle, young master.
Ill try to make it as painless as possible.
Ophilia, with a frightened expression, extended her pale arm. Another maid approached and gagged Ophilias mouth.
Ophilias trembling arm was very slender.
Watch closely, Berta. You are witnessing a historic moment.
Yes.
Berta pulled out a notebook from her possession as Shiron firmly gripped Ophilias trembling arm.
One, two!
Three!
Shriek!
The holy sword held by Shiron grazed Ophilias arm ever so slightly. Despite it just being a blade grazing the skin, an intense burning smell wafted up.
A single red line appeared where the blade had passed.
Young master, its undoubtedly genuine.
Yuma, who had been observing the process, spoke up.
Well done.
It, it wasnt as bad as I thought. I guess I was too scared.
Ophilia, having spat out the gag from her mouth, wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.
Didnt I say Id be gentle? Dont you trust me?
He, hehe.
Shiron gave a bitter smile and comforted a chuckling Ophilia.
The verification of the authenticity of the holy sword is done.
Shiron discreetly put away the holy sword, ensuring no one noticed.
The succession ceremony is tomorrow. Just promise me one thing.
He took a deep breath, wiping the smile off his face.
If I fail, no one should step forward.
Chapter 23: The Moment Of ProofThe book Lucia was searching for was in the hands of a girl she had never seen before.As she lifted her gaze slightly from the book in the girls hands, she met the face of a girl of similar age. Watching the unfamiliar girl flipping through the pages with her cute little hands, Lucia found herself absentmindedly entranced.Shes adorable.That was Lucias first impression of the girl.With hair that glowed faintly reddish under the light, blue eyes that stood out on her petite face, and the flawless porcelain-like skin unique to children, all combined harmoniously, contributing to the mysterious aura surrounding the girl.Thanks to the non-human beauties shes known, Lucia thought shed never be awestruck by someones appearance again. Yet, the girls appearance was dazzling enough to make Lucia reconsider.Perhaps because shed been staring for too long, the girl, noticing Lucias gaze, looked up and met her eyes.Is this your book?Huh? Mine?Yes, you kept looking at my hands, so I thought Id ask.The girl said with a bright smile. Her smile was so heartwarming that Lucia could only blink, momentarily lost for words.Its not my book Or is it?While Lucia hesitated, the girl gently closed the book and approached her.My name is Siriel.Siriel?Yes, Siriel Prient.Upon hearing her name, Lucias eyes widened in recognition. She vaguely remembered the mention of a Siriel from lunch today.Is she that mans daughter?Lucia stared intently at Siriel. This doll-like child was Hugos daughter?You Are youHugos biological daughter?She nearly blurted out the question, but quickly covered her mouth with her hand.However, it was a logical suspicion. Siriel looked nothing like Hugo, to the point where her appearance would be inexplicable if she wasnt his adopted child.That man, Hugo, seemed too large to be considered human. He was so intimidating both in height and hand size that she wondered if he could even defeat an ogre with his bare hands.Conversely, Siriel looked like a tiny fairy.Her silver hair was tinged with a shade of red that seemed as if it couldnt exist in reality. Even the airy frilled dress she wore made her seem like she had leaped right out of a fairy tale, moving so adorably that it was almost an illusion.Whats your name?Huh? Uh LuciaThats a pretty name!With that, Siriel quickly grabbed Lucias hand. They had just met, hadnt they? Lucia was slightly taken aback by her friendly behavior.Regardless of what Lucia might have been thinking, Siriel chatted away.The girl my grandpa spoke of was you?Grandpa?Johan. I mean Johan. He mentioned you a little before coming here.Johan was the only knight among those brought by Hugo who spoke, and he remained vaguely in Lucias memory.After we arrived, Grandpa told me about you. That theres a girl around my age. I was so happy.Happy you say?Yes.Siriel, not letting go of Lucias hand, began hopping around gleefully.Ive always played alone.Then, she suddenly wore a melancholic smile.Grandpa said our house is so grand that not many guests come. So, I usually only have the knights to play with, and its not much fun.Siriel pouted as she candidly shared her situation.Even they, when busy with training or duties, would only occasionally play with me.Itd be nice if I had siblings. Thats why, you know? You cant imagine how excited I was when I heard theres a friend my age here.A friend?Ah, come in.The door opened, and in walked Yuma, followed by Berta.Greetings! Master!Alright, Berta. It might take some time. Sit anywhere you like.Y-Yes.Berta replied with clear tension. The reason for her tension was that all the servants of the mansion had gathered in Shirons room. Almost everyones eyes were intently fixed on Berta.Moreover, the room was filled with dense magical energy, making it hard to even breathe.Berta sat down on a chair in a corner and tried to regulate her breathing, wondering how the young master could remain so calm in this atmosphere.The answer became somewhat clear without further explanation: the holy sword she had seen him discover earlier was in his hand.Now.Shiron, seeing Berta neatly dressed in her uniform, smirked. He then looked around at all the servants in the mansion.Anyone here willing to get pricked by the holy sword?Shiron tapped the holy sword in his hand, waiting for a volunteer.The first to raise her hand was Yuma.Ill do it, young master.You cant, Yuma. Youre injured.I see.Yuma hesitated for a moment after Shirons comment, then nodded in agreement.If not Yuma, any other volunteers? Well decide by drawing lots then.I-Ill do it!The one who raised her hand was Ophilia, with her eyes tightly closed. Opening her eyes, she slowly approached where Shiron stood.Ophilia, I wont forget your sacrifice.P-Please be gentle, young master.Ill try to make it as painless as possible.Ophilia, with a frightened expression, extended her pale arm. Another maid approached and gagged Ophilias mouth.Ophilias trembling arm was very slender.Watch closely, Berta. You are witnessing a historic moment.Yes.Berta pulled out a notebook from her possession as Shiron firmly gripped Ophilias trembling arm.One, two!Three!Shriek!The holy sword held by Shiron grazed Ophilias arm ever so slightly. Despite it just being a blade grazing the skin, an intense burning smell wafted up.A single red line appeared where the blade had passed.Young master, its undoubtedly genuine.Yuma, who had been observing the process, spoke up.Well done.It, it wasnt as bad as I thought. I guess I was too scared.Ophilia, having spat out the gag from her mouth, wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.Didnt I say Id be gentle? Dont you trust me?He, hehe.Shiron gave a bitter smile and comforted a chuckling Ophilia.The verification of the authenticity of the holy sword is done.Shiron discreetly put away the holy sword, ensuring no one noticed.The succession ceremony is tomorrow. Just promise me one thing.He took a deep breath, wiping the smile off his face.If I fail, no one should step forward.
