Chapter 7: One Hour

Chapter 7: One Hour

What!? the head of the family lost?!

Deia Verdi, who was engrossed in a book, stood up in surprise.

The chair fell backward, making a loud noise, but she didnt have time to worry about it.

The sudden sad news brought by the maid was shocking.

Darius Verdi, the pride of the Verdi family and the last guardian, had fallen.

It was a major crisis for the Verdi family, and the most urgent emergency signal in all of North Whedon was ringing because of it.

The Lord is on his way right now. I called the doctor immediately because the wound on his shoulder is serious.

Make the room warm and bring all the bandages and medicine. Dont forget to make some warm stew.

Yes, I understand.

And...

The maid, who was about to move immediately after receiving the order, paused and hesitated as she tried to turn her steps back at Deia's word.

Deia closed her open mouth and bit her lips.

No, lets continue as planned. If we proceed with treatment using magic, his body will become severely fatigued, so we must create an environment in which he can rest as comfortably as possible.

I understand.

The peaceful daily life of the Verdi family was abruptly disrupted.

Her mind flashed back to the image of the head of the household sneering at the news that immigrants were approaching over the mountain range.

Thats why I told him not to let his guard down!

'At the very least, he should have ascertained our adversarys strength before proceeding. If he just makes casual preparations as usual, this kind of thing was bound to happen.'

Anyway, all the men in this family are like that and I hate it!

Darius Verdi, who had come with an injury, and Deus Verdi, who pretended to be normal both of them were not to Deias liking.

Deia put on the coat that was hanging on the coat hanger and stepped outside.

Her footsteps grew louder, indicating the gravity of the situation.

She was heading to the first floor to meet Darius, who was being brought in.

As she walked down the hallway, she noticed a tightly locked room.

It was Deus Verdi's room.

Deia knew that the door would never open as she had locked it with magic, just as Darius had instructed.

Hah.

For a moment, Deia considered asking for help from Deus, the second son.

Right now, she was in a situation where she really could use some help.

But no...

What would I ask from an as*h*le?

Thinking so, Deia was able to pass Deuss room without any hesitation.

After waiting for about 30 minutes at the entrance to the first floor, she saw soldiers riding a horse and driving a cart in a hurry from afar.

They looked dirty and unkempt, and their dark circles and drooping eyes showed they hadn't slept properly. Deia felt guilty for them.

De-Deia! The lord--!

I know! Butler, hurry up and bring the Lord inside!

No way-!

Darius, who seemed to have lost his mind, jumped up and shouted.

There was a kind of madness in the swollen eyes.

In the history of our Verdi family, we never begged anyone! We always ruled the North Whedon with pride no matter what! Are you trying to cut off the familys roots!

- Ugh.

Deia clenched her teeth, holding back the words she wanted to say, Then what do you suggest? We cant just sit here.

Leave it alone.

...What?

It was shocking.

It was a shock more powerful than when she heard the sad news that Darius was defeated.

"Just leave it be. It's enough to say that they didn't cross our mountain range."

Ah, are you kidding me?

"Tell the people of North Whedon to keep their mouths closed, and we will compensate them later for the immigrants' plundering acts--"

Just shut up!

Deias voice resonated strongly. Darius tried to reprimand his sister for saying something she shouldnt have said to him, but Deia spoke faster.

Abandoning people because of that history? Again? Youre going to repeat Verdis disgrace once more?

Stop talking, Deia!

"If you didn't want to hear it, you shouldn't have come here like a beaten dog! How many times have I said that! Dont be careless! Keep your guard up and prepare thoroughly!"

They were out of our league. We couldnt have stopped them anyway.

Is it comfortable to console yourself in this manner? But you, brother, are not in that position. Youre in a position where you have to take responsibility!

They were going back and forth with each other. Meanwhile, the servants and the doctor stood motionless, unsure of what to do.

Alright! Ill go and stop them! I will immediately request support from Count Tolkien and Count Herameus! I will protect North Whedon!

And that that movement, the image of a man appeared in Deias mind...

...Another one of her brothers.

Call that useless younger brother of mine here too. Even if hes just a bug, hes still a Verdi, and he has to take responsibility together.

Even though it was thanks to personal connections, he had been at the Robern Academy for three months as a professor.

Even if he hasnt been able to give a lecture-

-He must be able to at least cast a fireball.

After waiting for a while, the door burst open.

And the air inside the room changed rapidly.

Deus Verdi stepped inside the room without hesitation, with his long, downcast black hair, fully buttoned coat, and confident shoulders.

To the point where she wondered if she had ever felt this way around this man before.

Just by his presence, he brought a cool yet ominous cold to the warmly heated room.

Just as frowning Deia was about to explain the situation, Deus Verdi, with a cold expression, raised his hand and declared:

"One hour..."

"Give me an hour, and I'll take care of everything."

He said as if he was a devil promising to grant a wish.