Book 2: 351

Book 2: Chapter 351

Ash spoke in a cold voice.

“Our Master isn’t interested in the affairs of the world.”

“We know that. And what we’re asking will not trouble him in any way. We would only like to meet him for a short while.”

“That’s a request I can’t accept. The Master said that he will not meet anyone.”

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“...”

Ash fell silent for a moment before responding in a firm tone.

“That isn’t something that we can judge.”

Peran had a slightly embarrassed expression on his face.

Their stubbornness was like an iron wall... But he had expected something like this to happen. This was because he knew how inflexible these maids were.

He also understood just how absolute the orders of Hector, their true Master, were.

‘That’s why I tried to act like a guest.’

“We’re trying to find Anastasia.”

When she heard Lukas’ words, Ash’s expression changed for the first time.

“...that name... how...”

Suddenly.

The sound of footsteps came from outside the door.

It was clear that someone was walking towards the room with great momentum.

Realising this, Lukas and Peran tensed up.

Nix also seemed to sense it, but she continued to stare at the bread in front of her as if she determined that whoever it was wasn’t a threat.

Bang!

Soon after, the door opened violently, and a red haired man strode in.

Hector.

Ten years had passed, but his appearance hadn’t changed much from the last time Lukas had seen him. The only difference was that he seemed a bit thinner than back then.

The other thing he noticed was his eyes.

Hector was staring at Lukas with bloodshot eyes.

“Did I just hear my Ana’s name in here?”

“Ma-, Master...”

The maids stared at Hector in surprise. His eyes swept across the crowd before settling on Peran.

“You are... Peran?”

He hadn’t expected to meet Hector like this.

Peran turned to Lukas for a moment with a dumbfounded expression before turning back to Hector with a wry smile.

“Long time no see, Mr. Hector.”

* * *

Hector sat down at the table first.

“That’s right.”

“...but it’s still strange. Wasn’t Snow already capable of overwhelming Jekid a few years ago and inherited the title of Sword Master? I don’t think even Diablo is capable of pushing her to the brink of death.”

“I agree. That means he has a trump card that we don’t know about.”

“...”

When Hector’s face became a bit troubled, Peran added cautiously.

“...of course, I know that Anastasia isn’t with Mr. Hector right now.”

Hector’s expression changed at that moment as if those words broke his heart.

“She’s in her rebellious phase right now. I thought she’d return home soon, but... Huu. It breaks my heart.”

“...”

“...in any case, I understand your situation. I did think that the continent was a lot more noisy lately, so it was probably because of Diablo.”

Although he spoke clearly, there was no alarm in his voice. Instead, his voice was calm as though he was talking about a war that was happening on the other side of the world.

This wasn’t very surprising. Hector had always been like that.

Even when he’d been forced to be a minion for the Demigods, he hadn’t shown any signs of pessimism. He was the type of person who perfectly suited the word ‘optimism’, but... there was a slight sense of incongruity with his current attitude.

“My desire to help you is burning, but as you said, Anastasia isn’t here. You came to me despite knowing that because you want clues about that kid, right?”

“Yes. Do you have any clues to give us?”

“I do.”

“That’s true. Mr. Hector probably doesn’t know-”

Peran, who had already let out a low sigh, stopped talking for a moment and looked up at Hector with a startled expression.

“...huh?”

“I do have some clues. To be precise, I know where Anastasia is right now.”

“A-, are you serious?”

“Naturally. There is nothing I don’t know about my Ana.”

Hector spoke in a hoarse voice.

“Where is she now?”

“The Ispania Mountains.”

“...!!!”

In an almost synchronised motion, Peran and Lukas turned to look at Nix.

It was only then that they realised Nix had already finished all of the food on the table and was now reaching for Peran’s steak.

When their eyes focused on her, her fingers froze in the air and she raised her eyes to meet theirs.

Then, after pausing for a moment, she brazenly grabbed Peran’s plate without changing her expression.

“...nom.”

She swallowed the piece of meat as big as a palm in one bite.

Then she spoke to Peran in a slightly timid tone.

“You weren’t eating anyway...”

“...”

“...”

It was now abundantly clear that Nix had not been paying any attention to their conversation.