He was out of breath right up to his chin.
The moment he realized that his ability was being controlled, Nike ran tirelessly toward his destination while thinking of Duke Wassenberg.
Neutralization.
The power to render all superpowered individuals helpless at once.
Nike did not know of the power of neutralization until he met Ryan and heard various pieces of information. He had also never experienced a situation where he could not use his supernatural abilities.
It was only natural. It was a power that could not be abused, as even the Duke himself had to bear the risk of using it, and even if he did cast it, he wouldn't be able to maintain it for long.
The first time Ryan experienced control of his supernatural ability was when he eliminated Marina, an assassin from the Wassenberg family.
The Duke probably cast the neutralization spell to control and retrieve the supernatural abilities of Marina, the assassin who had not returned, but...
Nike, who was placed in a 'situation from which there is no return' for the first time at that time, also experienced extreme anxiety.
The incident where Ryan eliminated Marina.
David, the eldest son of the Wassenberg family and a person with supernatural abilities who came to find Ryan following Marina's trail.
Ryan is being brutally interrogated by David.
Vania, who was sobbing in front of him.
Nike still hadn't forgotten all those situations.
The reason being neutralized is scary is not simply because one cannot use their supernatural ability.
The reason lies in the inability to guess the reason for the neutralization or what the Duke intends to do.
Bang!
When he kicked open the door and stepped inside, he almost broke it.
Fortunately, Vania was safe.
She was safely in her room.
Nike strode toward Vania, who was turning around with a surprised expression.
He hugged her without hesitation.
His heart, pounding as if it would burst, refused to subside even after he held her in his arms and confirmed her safety once more.
It is a terribly nerve-wracking job.
Because there is someone to protect.
He guesses he'll have no choice but to tremble with anxiety like this until everything is over.
Arms holding me tight enough to suffocate me. A body burning hot like fire. A heart pounding as if it would burst out.
I really have no idea what Nike, who clearly went to work quietly at the Knights Order, was doing to get so provoked that he came running to me like this...
It's not important!
The important thing is that we aren't the only two here!
“Y-Your Highness.”
“Haa, haa, ha...”
A rough breath escaped. It was a moan that naturally made one feel embarrassed.
As I remain in Nike's arms, who shows no intention of letting me go, I see the eyes gathered toward us.
In my room right now, I am with the chief lady-in-waiting and five ladies-in-waiting, who were carefully selected and sent by the Crown Princess.
The head lady-in-waiting is a noblewoman, and the ladies-in-waiting are all young noblewomen my age.
“P-please let go of this...”
“Haa, I’m sorry. Just... just a little. Please calm down... just until I... calm down...”
“..?!”
This guy must be crazy!
Today was the first day the ladies-in-waiting reported to work at the Prince's palace.
We were warmly introducing ourselves and checking my schedule when my husband suddenly came in excited and said he wanted to hold me until he calmed down.
Thinking they couldn't miss an interesting sight, the maids are secretly watching us without making a sound.
Flaring their enlarged nostrils.
I'm getting out, getting out!
Only after I waved my hand did they reluctantly leave the room.
“Agh, why! Why on earth is this happening!”
Feeling embarrassed, I pushed Nike away with force.
He looked down at me, breathing heavily, and suddenly grabbed the collar of his neatly buttoned knight's uniform and began to unbutton it.
“Aargh!”
I firmly grabbed Nike's uninhibited hand.
“Are you crazy? Why are you taking off your clothes! How embarrassing! What are you trying to do in broad daylight!”
“...? No, I just loosened it a little because I was out of breath.”
"Do you think I'd believe you!"
“Because the Duke used his supernatural ability.”
"Yes?"
The Eye of the Mirror - Poem of Regression
It was only after I checked immediately that I realized why Nike was acting this way.
The fact that what he was trying to calm was his surprised mind as well.
The reason he barged in, so excited that he couldn't even care about the presence of others.
You were worried about me, weren't you?
I looked at Nike, who had a worried expression on his face.
He is worried about my safety, but actually, there is no need for that.
Because the power of neutralization is merely tricky and does not pose any threat.
A double-edged sword ability, neutralization.
At this moment, not only us but all those with supernatural abilities have become beings no different from the ordinary humans whom Father looks down upon so lightly.
Father does not undertake any work that requires power at this time.
“Don’t worry. I’m fine. I’m right here with the Prince.”
I gently stroked Nike's cheek, who was still anxious.
I had a rough idea of why my father turned on the disabling spell.
So my heart was heavy.
The capital, Duke of Wassenberg's residence.
Christa stared blankly at her father's face while holding a pen.
"Aren't you going to use it?"
“...”
A piece of paper and a pen were lying on the table.
“If Alex really comes to see me after receiving the letter, will I go to meet him?”
She knows it's not true.
However, Christa asked, grasping at straws.
"No."
Father smiled kindly.
"You just have to call your younger sibling."
"Will that child come?"
"If he ignores your calls, there is nothing I can do. In that case, I will think of another way."
“What method?!”
Christa couldn't hold back and screamed. Tears welled up in her eyes in an instant as she glared at Edgar.
“A way to lure them out and kill them...?”
“Daughter, calm down. When did I ever say I would kill that child?”
"Then why! Why!!!"
Bang, bang, bang!
Unable to control her anger, Christa slammed her fist on the table.
Edgar watched the scene in silence.
“I told you I’m sorry! That I’d never do that again! Father said you would forgive me!!!”
Christa could not bear it. If her father tried to kill Alexander, the reason would be her.
Because her father caught the resentment she had foolishly harbored toward him. Because he suspected that the stolen documents had fallen into Alexander's hands.
"If you don't want to write, quit."
Edgar retrieved the paper.
Actually, Christa didn't need to write the letter from the beginning. It wasn't like Alexander could distinguish handwriting.
The cruel father came simply to educate his daughter.
To let Christa know that he had targeted Alexander.
A younger sibling who might actually come forward in response to their older sister's letter. After that, their fate is uncertain. Trapped like a bird with clipped wings, unable to do anything, she must wait for news of her sibling's passing, not knowing when it might arrive.
This was her father's terrible parenting method, and Christa knew it.
The child who decided that sweet words and gentle persuasion no longer work...
Now, a hardline approach to education.
You are always under my control, and the fact that no matter how hard you struggle, you will only be tormented by extreme helplessness...
The purpose is to inform cruelly.
'Should I kill you?'
Christa's eyes flashed. Her reason was paralyzed at the thought that her younger sibling could die because of her.
She hated her father, yet it was enough to bring to mind a terrible thought she had never once considered.
She had the power to kill her father. Of course, if she killed him, she wouldn't be safe from her other brothers either. But she wondered what that mattered.
Father is a madman. It would be better for everyone to just die and disappear. Should I? Me? I wouldn't be safe, and I would become a parricide who killed my father, but still!
Her determined hand trembled. Her brain was paralyzed to the point where no other thoughts could cross her mind.
Inside the room where Christa was confined.
Her father, who boldly came without a single escort, perhaps assumed his daughter wouldn't even think of killing him.
Even if his body is torn to shreds until he breathes his last, there is not a single person by his side to treat him.
'Just the two of us right now.'
Christa's dilemma didn't last long while she was in a state of losing her reason.
The True Storm
Ah.
Christa slowly raised her head.
She saw her father sitting opposite jer.
He is smiling slightly.
As if saying he can read her mind completely.
“Ha, hahahaha...”
Christa let out a bitter laugh and weakly buried her face in the table.
A terrible sense of helplessness tightened its grip around her neck.
A week later.
Belzer Castle.
It was the day Lord Ryan, who had returned three days ago, delivered various news and set out again for battle.
Alexander received a letter that arrived for him this morning.
A faint smile spread from Alexander's lips as he leaned back against the table, reading the letter.
Contrary to Christa's worries, this bright fifteen-year-old boy had been waiting impatiently for such a call.
'You were a novice.'
The murmuring voice was filled with ecstasy.
He was a little worried about the battle of wits with his biological father, but the news he received today completely dispelled those concerns.
How could it be so obvious?
Whether or not they stepped into the trap that was he was the way to gauge the enemy's level.
His biological father, who was said to be so extraordinary, was behaving exactly as predicted, like a butterfly helplessly caught in a spiderweb.
'How stupid.'
Alexander walked up to the mirror with his hands deep in his pockets.
The reflection in the mirror was smiling cruelly...
“Ha, damn it.”
This can't go on, it can't.
The cruel genius hidden within him was about to burst forth. Alexander covered half his face and barely managed to suppress it.
However, he could not hide his mockery toward the pathetic enemy.
"Hehe. Hehehe."
Merhen, who happened to be passing behind him, flinched in surprise and muttered.
“Oh dear, it looks like the illness has flared up again...”
The moment he realized that his ability was being controlled, Nike ran tirelessly toward his destination while thinking of Duke Wassenberg.
Neutralization.
The power to render all superpowered individuals helpless at once.
Nike did not know of the power of neutralization until he met Ryan and heard various pieces of information. He had also never experienced a situation where he could not use his supernatural abilities.
It was only natural. It was a power that could not be abused, as even the Duke himself had to bear the risk of using it, and even if he did cast it, he wouldn't be able to maintain it for long.
The first time Ryan experienced control of his supernatural ability was when he eliminated Marina, an assassin from the Wassenberg family.
The Duke probably cast the neutralization spell to control and retrieve the supernatural abilities of Marina, the assassin who had not returned, but...
Nike, who was placed in a 'situation from which there is no return' for the first time at that time, also experienced extreme anxiety.
The incident where Ryan eliminated Marina.
David, the eldest son of the Wassenberg family and a person with supernatural abilities who came to find Ryan following Marina's trail.
Ryan is being brutally interrogated by David.
Vania, who was sobbing in front of him.
Nike still hadn't forgotten all those situations.
The reason being neutralized is scary is not simply because one cannot use their supernatural ability.
The reason lies in the inability to guess the reason for the neutralization or what the Duke intends to do.
Bang!
When he kicked open the door and stepped inside, he almost broke it.
Fortunately, Vania was safe.
She was safely in her room.
Nike strode toward Vania, who was turning around with a surprised expression.
He hugged her without hesitation.
His heart, pounding as if it would burst, refused to subside even after he held her in his arms and confirmed her safety once more.
It is a terribly nerve-wracking job.
Because there is someone to protect.
He guesses he'll have no choice but to tremble with anxiety like this until everything is over.
***
Arms holding me tight enough to suffocate me. A body burning hot like fire. A heart pounding as if it would burst out.
I really have no idea what Nike, who clearly went to work quietly at the Knights Order, was doing to get so provoked that he came running to me like this...
It's not important!
The important thing is that we aren't the only two here!
“Y-Your Highness.”
“Haa, haa, ha...”
A rough breath escaped. It was a moan that naturally made one feel embarrassed.
As I remain in Nike's arms, who shows no intention of letting me go, I see the eyes gathered toward us.
In my room right now, I am with the chief lady-in-waiting and five ladies-in-waiting, who were carefully selected and sent by the Crown Princess.
The head lady-in-waiting is a noblewoman, and the ladies-in-waiting are all young noblewomen my age.
“P-please let go of this...”
“Haa, I’m sorry. Just... just a little. Please calm down... just until I... calm down...”
“..?!”
This guy must be crazy!
Today was the first day the ladies-in-waiting reported to work at the Prince's palace.
We were warmly introducing ourselves and checking my schedule when my husband suddenly came in excited and said he wanted to hold me until he calmed down.
Thinking they couldn't miss an interesting sight, the maids are secretly watching us without making a sound.
Flaring their enlarged nostrils.
I'm getting out, getting out!
Only after I waved my hand did they reluctantly leave the room.
“Agh, why! Why on earth is this happening!”
Feeling embarrassed, I pushed Nike away with force.
He looked down at me, breathing heavily, and suddenly grabbed the collar of his neatly buttoned knight's uniform and began to unbutton it.
“Aargh!”
I firmly grabbed Nike's uninhibited hand.
“Are you crazy? Why are you taking off your clothes! How embarrassing! What are you trying to do in broad daylight!”
“...? No, I just loosened it a little because I was out of breath.”
"Do you think I'd believe you!"
“Because the Duke used his supernatural ability.”
"Yes?"
The Eye of the Mirror - Poem of Regression
It was only after I checked immediately that I realized why Nike was acting this way.
The fact that what he was trying to calm was his surprised mind as well.
The reason he barged in, so excited that he couldn't even care about the presence of others.
You were worried about me, weren't you?
I looked at Nike, who had a worried expression on his face.
He is worried about my safety, but actually, there is no need for that.
Because the power of neutralization is merely tricky and does not pose any threat.
A double-edged sword ability, neutralization.
At this moment, not only us but all those with supernatural abilities have become beings no different from the ordinary humans whom Father looks down upon so lightly.
Father does not undertake any work that requires power at this time.
“Don’t worry. I’m fine. I’m right here with the Prince.”
I gently stroked Nike's cheek, who was still anxious.
I had a rough idea of why my father turned on the disabling spell.
So my heart was heavy.
***
The capital, Duke of Wassenberg's residence.
Christa stared blankly at her father's face while holding a pen.
"Aren't you going to use it?"
“...”
A piece of paper and a pen were lying on the table.
“If Alex really comes to see me after receiving the letter, will I go to meet him?”
She knows it's not true.
However, Christa asked, grasping at straws.
"No."
Father smiled kindly.
"You just have to call your younger sibling."
"Will that child come?"
"If he ignores your calls, there is nothing I can do. In that case, I will think of another way."
“What method?!”
Christa couldn't hold back and screamed. Tears welled up in her eyes in an instant as she glared at Edgar.
“A way to lure them out and kill them...?”
“Daughter, calm down. When did I ever say I would kill that child?”
"Then why! Why!!!"
Bang, bang, bang!
Unable to control her anger, Christa slammed her fist on the table.
Edgar watched the scene in silence.
“I told you I’m sorry! That I’d never do that again! Father said you would forgive me!!!”
Christa could not bear it. If her father tried to kill Alexander, the reason would be her.
Because her father caught the resentment she had foolishly harbored toward him. Because he suspected that the stolen documents had fallen into Alexander's hands.
"If you don't want to write, quit."
Edgar retrieved the paper.
Actually, Christa didn't need to write the letter from the beginning. It wasn't like Alexander could distinguish handwriting.
The cruel father came simply to educate his daughter.
To let Christa know that he had targeted Alexander.
A younger sibling who might actually come forward in response to their older sister's letter. After that, their fate is uncertain. Trapped like a bird with clipped wings, unable to do anything, she must wait for news of her sibling's passing, not knowing when it might arrive.
This was her father's terrible parenting method, and Christa knew it.
The child who decided that sweet words and gentle persuasion no longer work...
Now, a hardline approach to education.
You are always under my control, and the fact that no matter how hard you struggle, you will only be tormented by extreme helplessness...
The purpose is to inform cruelly.
'Should I kill you?'
Christa's eyes flashed. Her reason was paralyzed at the thought that her younger sibling could die because of her.
She hated her father, yet it was enough to bring to mind a terrible thought she had never once considered.
She had the power to kill her father. Of course, if she killed him, she wouldn't be safe from her other brothers either. But she wondered what that mattered.
Father is a madman. It would be better for everyone to just die and disappear. Should I? Me? I wouldn't be safe, and I would become a parricide who killed my father, but still!
Her determined hand trembled. Her brain was paralyzed to the point where no other thoughts could cross her mind.
Inside the room where Christa was confined.
Her father, who boldly came without a single escort, perhaps assumed his daughter wouldn't even think of killing him.
Even if his body is torn to shreds until he breathes his last, there is not a single person by his side to treat him.
'Just the two of us right now.'
Christa's dilemma didn't last long while she was in a state of losing her reason.
The True Storm
Ah.
Christa slowly raised her head.
She saw her father sitting opposite jer.
He is smiling slightly.
As if saying he can read her mind completely.
“Ha, hahahaha...”
Christa let out a bitter laugh and weakly buried her face in the table.
A terrible sense of helplessness tightened its grip around her neck.
***
A week later.
Belzer Castle.
It was the day Lord Ryan, who had returned three days ago, delivered various news and set out again for battle.
Alexander received a letter that arrived for him this morning.
A faint smile spread from Alexander's lips as he leaned back against the table, reading the letter.
Contrary to Christa's worries, this bright fifteen-year-old boy had been waiting impatiently for such a call.
'You were a novice.'
The murmuring voice was filled with ecstasy.
He was a little worried about the battle of wits with his biological father, but the news he received today completely dispelled those concerns.
How could it be so obvious?
Whether or not they stepped into the trap that was he was the way to gauge the enemy's level.
His biological father, who was said to be so extraordinary, was behaving exactly as predicted, like a butterfly helplessly caught in a spiderweb.
'How stupid.'
Alexander walked up to the mirror with his hands deep in his pockets.
The reflection in the mirror was smiling cruelly...
“Ha, damn it.”
This can't go on, it can't.
The cruel genius hidden within him was about to burst forth. Alexander covered half his face and barely managed to suppress it.
However, he could not hide his mockery toward the pathetic enemy.
"Hehe. Hehehe."
Merhen, who happened to be passing behind him, flinched in surprise and muttered.
“Oh dear, it looks like the illness has flared up again...”
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