Delfia pursed her lips, but whether she said it or not, it didn’t matter much to him. He stood up and said.

“If you don’t leave, I will.”

With an attitude that showed no particular reluctance, Delfia looked perplexed as she tilted her neck forward halfway.

“Where are you going?”

There was no obligation to answer, but he replied briefly.

“To fulfill my daughter’s request.”

Delfia raised her eyebrows as she looked at him. No matter how you thought about it, there was a strange sense of superiority in his words. It was a statement that said, ‘I’m closer to Cyan than you are.’

Delfia, too, couldn’t deny it.

“Oh, our little master’s request? What’s that?”

She focused on the fact that he didn’t use the term of endearment ‘Our little master’.

Matthias smiled with a smirk.

“Those guys came to ask for sponsorship. I won’t talk to you, I’ll talk to them.”

“What? I can also consider sponsorship! I can send it to the council!”

“You’re not close to the council, are you?”

At his words, Delfia pursed her lips.

“…Annoying. It’s not like I’m friends with the council anyway.”

“Yeah, no.”

“Yes, I just know how to kill those guys.”

Ignoring Delfia’s words, he closed the door.

For the past five years, he had been tightening the reins of the Council every time Cyan commuted to the academy.

“Dad, a kiss!”

“Yeah.”

He sent her off with a gentle farewell as a docile father for Cyan’s happy commute. After that, he continued to deal with the Council.

He thoroughly investigated the corrupt records of the Council and used them to extract forced loyalty from the members. Of course, there were those who didn’t bow their heads to him.

The head of the Council.

He lived arrogantly in the Mirmod family tower, seemingly unrelated to matters related to Matthias and Cyan.

Even though he was a Mirmod Duke, he couldn’t touch the Council head who had no apparent wrongdoings.

If there was something that Matthias overlooked, it was the fact that he was an unprecedentedly aggressive Duke even in Mirmod.
If there was something he overlooked, it was the fact that Matthias Mirmod was an unprecedentedly aggressive duke even in Mirmod.

“The rebellion against the now-empty Council theme is a bit excessive.”

“What? How far are you going?”

“Pretending not to know? You tried to grab my daughter’s leash, didn’t you?”

Instead of showing any obvious reaction, the Council head sneered.

“Oh, did I, Duke?”

The sale of information about Cyan to the Crown Prince from the Mirmod Council was reported as a mere deviation of one council member. However, Matthias read the hidden secrets within.

“That’s right. How dare you, arrogantly.”

Matthias gracefully gestured towards the Council head’s neck. At the fingertips that seemed to be silent, a sword had suddenly appeared.

The sharpness surrounding the blade and the entire sword made the Council head close and open his eyes in a noticeable manner.

The powerful defensive magic circle surrounding the Council head was quickly being dismantled.

With a defeated expression, he mumbled, taking a step back.

“Did you sell your soul to a demon, manifesting the Black Ora!”

Manifesting the Black Ora was extremely rare among the Swordmasters on the continent. Even a Dragon Slayer couldn’t manifest the Black Ora.

Matthias nodded and said with a contemptuous tone.

“If I sold my soul to a demon, aren’t you the one who’s going to get slaughtered by that bastard?”

A vulgar siege of words was exchanged.

However, Matthias Mirmod, who had the upper hand, had been systematically dismantling the Council’s limbs for the past five years, cutting off their financial resources.

At this moment, the Council head harbored unnecessary hope. He thought Matthias wouldn’t go so far as to butcher him with a sword.

“If I, as the Council head, am threatened with a sword, I also have things to…!”

“Necromancer ability.”

“……!”

“Summon corpses or ghosts. I’ll cut them all down. And speak properly. I know all your corruptions, and I’m here to execute you.”

The Black Ora, which had systematically dismantled the powerful defensive magic circle around the Council head, trembled on the blade.

The Council head was also a member of the Mirmod family, moving by the logic of power. He had lost the will to fight against an overwhelming difference in skill. Seeing his defeated appearance, Matthias tilted his head and said mockingly.

“Leave a testament if you’re happy about me killing you.”

Gradually, he laughed mockingly as he drew the sword. The moment a streak-like scar appeared on the neck, the Council head’s complexion turned ashen.

“…A testament, did you say?”

The Council head, holding his own neck, coughed incessantly. Coughing as if going crazy, suddenly, red blood flowed from his mouth.

But Matthias didn’t sympathize with the Council head.

“Why. Do you want to live a little longer, even though you’re old? When my daughter was five, you tried to kill her by seeking help from the school director.”

“Cu-cough.”

“When she turned ten, you tried to imprison her with the help of the Crown Prince.”

“Co-cough.”