Kaisley had a reason for assigning hide and seek as a task.

Because she had confidence in herself.

Even though Morgan quickly jumped over the wall, once Kaisley disappeared from sight, she couldn’t be seen anywhere.

So, they spent several hours searching for Kaisley again.

“Shall we take a break?”

Riche and Morgan, to catch their breath, entered a cafe within the city.

They took a seat at a large four-person table, but they had to sit close together.

It was because of the cold shackles on their wrists. It looked strange for the increased length of the line to be visible even when they put their hands in their pockets, and taking their hands out would fully expose the shackles, leading to various misunderstandings.

Helplessly, Riche and Morgan joined hands and hid the shackles in Morgan’s pocket.

Although this unavoidable action made them look like a very affectionate couple, they were not lovers.

“They’re the couple of potential winners.”

“They seem to really like each other. What will happen if they stick together in the finals?”

Hearing people murmuring, Riche blushed slightly. That wasn’t it. Rumors involving romantic relationships always felt awkward for her.

Yet, she couldn’t deny what she had heard, and explaining that it wasn’t true was an impossible task.

“Sorry, Morgan. I dragged you into my preliminary task.”

Riche apologized to Morgan in a whisper. Morgan said he hadn’t received the pass yet, so it must be urgent for him. Instead of thinking of Morgan as an enemy, she felt even more sorry for him.

Morgan smiled gently, responding as if it wasn’t a big deal.

“No, it was an accident, right? Don’t worry too much.”

“But…”

[That’s right! Don’t worry, contractor! The one who suffered damage is us! That unfortunate child!]

Pythonus groaned on a soft cushion, looking exhausted.

Saying that Morgan was unfortunate was not cursing him. Morgan Dayle was truly unlucky.

Hiiing!

…

Zzeeek.

…

“Get out of the way!”

Crazy words rushed in the street, a tree next to them collapsed with its roots rotting, and a villain with a sword rushed in.

That’s what happened a few hours ago today. Morgan, as if it were a daily occurrence, calmly calmed down the situation, avoided the tree, and subdued the villain.

Due to the shackles, Riche and Pythonus also experienced this event together.

Moreover, it was embarrassing to say that stumbling over a stone or having things like pots or books fall from above happened several times.

“Morgan, how have you survived until now…”

The words questioning how he had managed to survive until now didn’t come out of her mouth.

Poor Morgan Dayle.

Even though he was an enemy, Riche and Pythonus couldn’t help but feel sorry for his misfortune.

[What’s the use of being good-looking and skilled?]

What kind of fate was he born with that death chased after him like crazy? Pythonus grumbled.

If he weren’t strong, he would have died already.

[I should be careful when with that kid. I should cut off those shackles right away.]

Pythonus suddenly rose from the cushion.
I will use my ability to cut the shackles myself, halfway into Morgan’s pocket, but I was caught by Riche and came back out.

“Hold on, Pythonus. We can’t go near the lake for a few months.”

If Pythonus uses his strength, the burden will increase, so we don’t know when he might collapse. The competition lasts for six months, and it’s still in the early stages of the preliminaries, as Riche said.

[Then what should we do? It might take several more days to find that cat.]

“I’ll ask for help from magic and the kids.”

Finding Kaisley within the day seemed impossible. So, they had to release the shackles.

[…But why ask someone else for that?]

“Huh?”

Riche blinked at Pythonus’s words.

Meanwhile, Morgan was looking at Riche and Pythonus, smiling.

Perhaps he was having a conversation in his head.

“I remember something from the past.”

There was a similar incident when he was young. On the frozen day when his father tied Riche and his wrists together.

Feeling the warmth of Riche’s hand in his pocket, Morgan felt a tingling sensation in his chest.

Riche, do you know? I find this time oddly comforting.

I can be by your side as Morgan Dayle.

But it was a time that couldn’t last long.

“Yeah, I promised you. I won’t touch Trarishe Rodwick until the finals. But, Morgan, you also promised me the victory of Udick Academy. If I think you won’t keep that promise, I’ll step in. Then you’ll know who I’ll mess with.”

Morgan recalled the communication he had with the dean four days ago.

Hannivan Kysha, the dean of Udick Academy.

He was a terrifying man who chose to remove obstacles rather than go around them if it served his interests.

The seat he occupied was erected on a pool of blood shed by many.

One day, he planned to tear Hannivan’s throat, but it was at least three years away.

Morgan was still his dog.

Morgan looked at Riche and the pocket with his hand.

“It’s not good to be with Riche like this.”