CH 15

: best talent (2)

On the last day of the prom, the Last Supper was over.

Each nobleman was saying goodbye to his close friends.

brother.

"Oh, are you here?"

It was the same with Welton Street.

A man with the appearance of a hawk came to Count Wellton.

The count greeted the man with a rare smile.

Jamie knew him because he had seen him a few times.

'Ballet Viscount.'

In the Kingdom of Seldam, there were fewer than ten higher spirits and he was the one. And Rebecca, the biological father of Sister Ash.

I looked around to see if they had followed me, but they didn't seem to come.

"I was supposed to see you yesterday, but I couldn't see you because I thought you would be upset yet."

OK. That was enough. Jamie, come here. I have to say goodbye to my uncle."

At the Count's gesture, Jamie came to greet the Viscount Ballet.

"See you after a long time, Uncle."

"You've grown a lot. It must be like Ash."

The Viscount laughed and stroked Jamie's head.

It was pretty unpleasant, but it didn't show.

"I thought I would bring my daughters, too. Say hello."

He didn't know yet that Jamie and the Ballet sisters knew each other.

Jamie didn't even have to say it. Because the questions that came after that were bothersome. The sisters will tell you later.

haha. Have the children grown up well?"

"Aren't the kids really growing up?"

"It is."

"Your brother-in-law?"

"It's just that I'm not feeling well."

"He does just that."

Ballet looked at Jamie with a bitter smile.

Yesterday's incident led to a fairly large dispute between adults.

The conflict was fairly covert, but the split between the Simons and the Weltons almost made it a Colosseum rather than a ball.

Fortunately, Sears' decision allowed Earl Wellton to close the case. As an apology for the Welton family's decision, Count Simon paid a wagon of gold as a reward.

As a result, although it ended well, Sears was in a difficult situation now as a parent of the party.

"Anyway, yesterday was great. I've heard of it from my older brother, but I know that you have a great magical talent.

"Thanks to my parents."

"Boy, even humble."

Like Jamie's answer, the Viscount patted his head roughly.

"I'll see you at Highs soon."

"Bring all your daughters."

Okay.

"Go in carefully."

Do not worry.

The Viscount Ballet returned to her seat.

Jamie brushed her messy hair again and called her father, Earl Wellton.

"When are we going back?"

"We should go soon."

Earl Wellton smiled and carried his son on his shoulder.

Jamie didn't like the feeling of being blown away by other people, but he chuckled as if it was a lot of fun.

He prayed and prayed earnestly that all these torments would end as soon as possible.

* * *

Jamie was watching the coachman and family servants loading the wagon.

Finally, everything is done and we go home.

Before I came here, I thought home was a very tiring place, but after experiencing it outside, I came to the conclusion that Sears' kiss was better.

That didn't mean I wanted to be baptized, though. It was just as arduous as it was.

"You look relaxed."

"What could a child like me do?"

Jamie responded indifferently to the sudden voice he heard next to him.

Count Simon grinned as he looked at Jamie, who looked dull.

"It's a pity that I can't afford to talk for a long time with you."

"I was expecting a little bit, but I'm sorry."

"It is possible now."

"Right now, I have a stronger desire to go home and rest. I am so tired."

"Don't even do that."

Simon nodded as if he understood.

"The magic world has begun to watch you."

"Hmm."

"Aren't you more surprised than I thought?"

"Because I knew it was going to happen someday."

Jamie is not a kid who doesn't recognize his talent. He was the most powerful warlock in history who reached the peak.

There was no way that he didn't know what his abilities were, and there was no way he could stand still unless the current magic world was an idiot.

"Well. Because you know how well you are. I wish you were my son How are you? To be my adopted son even now."

"Why?"

Count Simon's eyes widened at the word 'daringly'.

Then it started to roar.

"Pu ha ha ha ha ha!"

Anyone who knows him will be shocked to see him smile like that, who is cold-blooded.

"That's right too! Earl Wellton is a great sword master, so there is no need to change parents."

It wasn't the only reason, but I didn't want to explain it in a painful way.

And crucially, Count Simon was wrong.

"I don't know the eldest son, he is the second son."

"Are you talking about Lennon?"

"I punished you."

"It seemed so. You've been acting like a crazy person since yesterday.

"I've been punished, but you're not angry."

"You only paid the price for your mistake. Where is this where I should be angry?"

This person is definitely not normal.

Jamie continued, clicking inwardly.

He's pretty good at magic, so if you teach him, he'll be fine.

"I know his talent better. It's not that noticeable."

"I am suppressed. Because of that, all my talents are not being expressed."

Yesterday I locked him in the abyss to see how much talent he had.

Even if you're not a genius, if you keep practicing, you'll be like my father in the future.

"Are you sure?"

"It's all the Count's fault."

my fault?

"They didn't pay any attention to me because I lacked talent, so both of them were at odds with each other. I don't know about Alf, but Lennon is definitely a twisted guy, so it's a case of twisting talent as well."

Hmm.

"Isn't it the only way to see it?"

Count Simon saw Jamie looking straight at him. There was not a single flutter in the eyes of conviction.

Even he himself, who reached the 8th class, did not fully recognize his child's talent, and no matter how gifted he is, is it possible for a child to see through the talents of others?

'No, let it go. How can you be so sure?'

It was like having a great wizard in front of you.

Even though he knew it was an absurd illusion, the Count couldn't help but admire him.

Jamie gave the Count one more piece of advice.

"Maybe, with the help of your child, you will be able to break through the blockage."

" ."

"It's just a little kid saying something, so just throw it away."

As Jamie said that, she smiled like an ignorant child.

"I'm sorry too."

Count Simon said so and turned around.

His new one is gone.

* * *

The old man fixed his glasses as he looked at the stack of papers on the desk.

"I have a lot of dirty things to do, but yes."

"It's like being an elder in the magical world."

"When did you come again?"

The grumbling old man Raymon Flores Shan looked at the intruder with a frown.

"Did you come to a place I couldn't come?"

The uninvited guest was the Marquis Linmer.

"It's not a place I can't come. You are also the second elder here."

"Who are the two elders again? Shall I also call you four elders?"

"It's okay to make a fuss about something weird. So what's going on? When are you a great person to come when you are bored?"

Raymon took off his glasses and sat comfortably in his chair.

"Since when did the magic world of our Kingdom of Seldam become so complicated? You can just come."

"Since when did we become so patriotic, we?"

What. It's not what happened. It's something you know."

"Do I know?"

Linmer nodded and pulled herself closer to the desk.

"Jamie Wellton."

"It's definitely interesting."

It hadn't even started yet, but just the mention of his name brought a smile to Raymon's lips.

"Are you a child born with extraordinary talent?"

"Actually, at the Count's request, I was going to make him a disciple."

"What?!"

Raymon jumped up in surprise.

"Is that really true?"

"It's not that great."

For a brief moment, Rinmer recalled Jamie, whom he had seen with his own eyes.

A talent that is not even enough to be described as the greatest.

"The best in the world. Maybe the best on earth."

Linmer continued to speak with a confident expression on his face.

"What happened at the Eastern Nobility Ball is no exaggeration. I guarantee this."

The power that Jamie showed toward Alf was first-hand witnessed by many of the nobles present.

Of course there were wizards among them, and most of the wizards in the Seldam Kingdom belonged to the magic world.

It was only natural for Jamie to enter the magic world. But most thought it was a bit of an exaggeration.

it's bound to be

There's no way a 7-year-old boy could do such a great performance. However, he was determined to have a great talent.

However, Rinmer, the second elder who is in charge of the magical world of Seldam Kingdom, guarantees Jamie.

"Are you serious?"

"What do I regret that I lie to?"

"It is."

Raymon nodded.

Then a question arose.

He asked Rinmer with a frown in one eye.

"But why didn't you take the child as a disciple?"

If Jamie's appearance at the prom was true, it would not be enough to call him the world's greatest talent.

Even Linmer, who has less greed for discipleship compared to other elders, would have been attracted to him if he had seen such a genius.

But the answer from Linmer was quite shocking.

"Because no one can afford it."

A firm, confident voice.

"What do you mean?"

"Jamie doesn't need a teacher. You will grow up on your own. And at a tremendous speed. What do you think will happen if that happens?"

Raymon didn't answer.

Because he knew well enough what he wanted to say.

If Rinmer's words were true, the moment he made him a disciple, he would pursue his master at a tremendous speed. And like a lie, I will run beyond the realm of the teacher to the invisible place.

Can you accept that as a person who sharpens magic before being a teacher?

"At least I couldn't."

It is not a talent that requires a teacher, and there is a high possibility that he will become a mental disorder if he takes him in as a disciple out of greed.

"Uh But I think the other elders have a different opinion."

"So I am telling you. Please don't do that anyway."

"I came here for advice."

"Obviously, there are people who will not listen even if I warn you. Only 8 years old can enter the magic world. It'll be next year. They'll fight and struggle to make Jamie a disciple.

"It's going to be a mess."

In order to become the elder of the magical world of Seldam, you must be at least 6th class.

Class 6 and higher wizards are treated as high-ranking wizards and have so much power that they are classified as a risk factor.

Those people will compete to make the world's greatest genius as a disciple.

But Linmer laughed.

What. But before that we have to get over a big wall."

wall? Ah- ah-ha-ha!"

Raymon, who understood the meaning of the wall, burst out laughing.

"How do you convince the magician's natural enemy, the monster that stands at its peak? That will be the key."

A sword master cannot defeat even an 8th class wizard.

Jamie's guardian is a superman among the superhumans who are ranked at the top among such sword masters.

"I look forward to next year."

"It will be an interesting sight."

The two old men looked at each other and smiled happily.

- Continued on next episode -