Chapter 63: The Verdi Siblings

Chapter 63: The Verdi Siblings

The Verdi Siblings

Yawn.UppTodated from nô/v/e/lb(i)n.c(o)/m

It was already past noon.

People momentarily paused their bustling footsteps to have a hearty lunch, and Deia, who had been curled up on the bed while others sat at the dining table, stretched herself out.

She felt refreshed and light, perhaps because she overslept for quite a while before waking up.

A gentle smile automatically formed on her face as she began brewing coffee in her pajamas. Here, there wasnt any need to worry about the servants glances, no need to rise with a frown due to fief duties, and no need to start working as if chased by something.

I was so nervous when I entered Graypond.

When she heard that Deus surrendered himself, she thought another significant incident was about to unfold.

However, after arriving here and confirming it herself, it turned out he was actually favored by the King.

Furthermore, Deia became even more at ease after learning that he also resolved Princess Eleanors chronic disease.

He says he has to complete some trial or something, but Im sure hell handle it well.

Slurp.

Deia moistened her throat with coffee and gazed gently out the window.

Having been allowed to stay in a guest room in the Royal Palace, she wore a big, satisfied smile.

When she heard they would serve a separate meal for her, she wondered what it would be.

Filled with anticipation, a faint smile crept onto her face.

Having a vacation is so wonderful.

Before coming here, she left her fief duties to the eldest son, Darius. Knowing him, she was sure he was handling it adeptly.

She took another sip of coffee.

Wondering which coffee beans they were using that made it so tasty, she briskly walked to check the packaging containing the coffee beans.

However, at that moment

Clunk!

The door suddenly swung open and knights clad in armor rushed in. Startled and wondering what was happening, Deia instinctively stepped back.

Srrrng!

Along with the chilling sound of swords being drawn, they pointed at her neck. The knights movements were precise, disciplined, and well-trained.

Among them, a man who wore a lone red embellishment on his headgear spoke, he appeared to be the leader.

Deia Verdi! You are arrested for treason against the Kingdom!

Wh-what?

What kind of nonsense was this?

Just yesterday, she kneeled before the king to build a positive image.

Deus?

But Deia quickly began to rack her brain.

It must be that the trial that Deus said he was going to complete had gone wrong. With that thought, Deia shouted in anger.

Where is Deus! What about him?!

Shut up, Criminal!

You can at least tell me that, cant you? Hes my brother! What happened to Deus?!

Although she knew she was making a scene here, she had already gone too far to back off.

Anxiety throbbed in her chest, making it impossible to ignore.

However, one of the knights who had sneaked behind Deia precisely struck the back of her head.

She collapsed to the floor like her consciousness had gone out like a flame.

It was this moment that Deias vacation came to an end.

* * *

Ugh.

Hearing Deias groans, I slowly turned my gaze to the side.

When she was thrown into prison unconscious, I was a bit taken aback. But now, she was sitting next to me, leaning on my shoulder.

If someone saw this sight, they might have mistaken her for simply sleeping.

Ouch, my head.

Waking up, Deia furrowed her brow and shook her head repeatedly.

When she met my eyes and realized she was leaning on me, she quickly moved away, fluttering like a startled chicken.

Whoa, what the heck?!

Because she suddenly moved with intensity, Deia clutched her head. It seemed that a headache had unexpectedly struck, her expression twisted in discomfort.

After a brief moment passed, she regained her composure and noticed my jacket hanging on her shoulders.

Regardless, our heads will be separated from our bodies, wont they? After all, I am not the one making the decision. On another note, your hair is truly too long.

She was right.

The strands of my hair were on the verge of poking into my eyes. The hair behind my head had also grown long enough to touch my neck.

Ill help you to cut it later. Itll feel refreshing once you go completely bald.

Deia played with my hair as she pleased.

However, I warned her because it made my face itch when she brushed my hair into it.

Tone down your pranks.

Im just bored.

Deias murmuring voice mixed with the sound of approaching footsteps and a staff tapping on the ground.

Seeing the Archmages apprentices startled and hastily greeting the person, I had a feeling I knew who it was.

It was Archmage Ropelican Linus.

He was looking at me from a standing position outside the bars, lost in thought for a moment.

I chose to remain seated with Deia, instead keeping my gaze fixed on him without getting up.

Ropelican sighed and bowed his head.

Im sorry.

It was an apology that carried a variety of meanings.

* * *

The Verdi familys eldest son.

Guardian of the Northern Mountain Range.

Giant of the North, and many more monikers.

Darius Verdi, who had acquired some rather dramatic nicknames, was sitting on his bed with his arms crossed in a small hotel room in Graypond.

Because of his build, the room had become even smaller. Currently, he was silently waiting for the news.

Clang.

The door opened right on cue and a group of people entered. They were the trio of the Scrapyard Nomads, a force leading the resistance movement in Clark Republic.

Although they were rude rebels who didnt bother to knock, Darius wasnt bothered by such things.

As they trained together, Darius found himself getting along well with the members of the Scrapyard Nomads, even more than he expected.

Surprisingly, they held no grudges and were much more broad-minded than he thought, coolly accepting defeat, which Darius found appealing.

However, he still didnt like their leader, Findenai.

Anyway.

The Scrapyard Nomads members rushed in anxiously while making a fuss.

The rumors are true. Theyve been arrested! They even seized the Verdi familys carriage in the Royal Palace!

Hmph.

There was only one reason why Darius was here.

Following Deias departure for Graypond, he, too, came to Graypond, trailing her secretly.

From Deias perspective, she advised Darius to stay in the fief, fearing that she might be captured along with Deus and executed as a traitor.

It was indeed a crisis for the family since it had been revealed that a family member was a Dark Mage.

However, as the eldest son, Darius couldnt just sit idly in Norseweden, so he secretly followed.

Until yesterday, everything seemed quite fine.

There were no signs of an arrest or encirclement by the Kingdoms army. Instead, Deus and Deia spent a warm time together.

Even for Darius, who regularly received reports from the Scrapyard Nomads, it was surprising information, but it also brought a sense of satisfaction.

However, today

Upon learning that all of Deias gifts for the King had been completely burnt and the carriage was seized, Darius couldnt help but break into a cold sweat.

The meaning of that was clear.

Deus and Deia had been arrested.

It was unknown whether it was because Deus was a Dark Mage or for some other reason.

Phew.

Darius firmly gripped his sword.

I guess I have to fulfill my role as the eldest son.

Right now, if he made a move recklessly, it might not only endanger the lives of the two, but also result in the utter downfall of the Verdi family.

No, in fact, at this point, wasnt it just a matter of time?

Perhaps it was already the end of the familys extended history.

Setting aside such minor details, Darius took a deep breath and steeled himself before declaring with a sigh.

I will come and rescue the two from /genesisforsaken