The Tyrant Won’t Let Me Go Chapter 19

 

After opening his lips, Cedric quickly closed it again.

 

He raised the gaze and gave his servant a faint frown.

 

“Why do you even ask, knowing why?”

 

Paul sighed as he watched Cedric puff his cheeks, turn his back, and hide under the covers.

 

“Did you really pretend that you couldn’t drink because of Ciel?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Surprisingly, Cedric didn’t deny it.

 

Paul, who thought it was quite strange, shook his head and looked up at the sound of Cedric’s next words.

 

“This way, she’ll only hold my hand, not Kashuel!”

 

Paul saw Cedric’s red eyes flashing that night, and for the first time, he thought he had the same eyes as the Emperor.

 

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“Minerva.”

 

Someone approached me as I leaned against a wooden post and closed my eyes.

 

When I looked up, a man with white hair and shining armor was standing there with a gracious look on his face.

 

I leaped up like a spring and straightened out as I saw him.

 

“Commander Farbe!”

 

“No, you can sit down. And you said you’d call me ‘Grandpa Dennis’ if it’s just the two of us.”

 

Commander Farbe said, waving his hand, and telling Ciel to sit down again.

 

“But how can I call you grandpa…”

 

“Hey, that’s disappointing. Even when you follow me outside, you sometimes call me Grandpa. That’s too bad.”

 

“I don’t know then, but now I’m working for the captain, so how could I call my boss like that?”

 

“I don’t mind.”

 

Even after joining the Knights, we talked frequently and maintained the same friendship as before.

 

However, now I couldn’t even call Farbe ‘Grandpa’ even in private.

 

‘The Confucian instincts in me reject it…’

 

“How do you feel about training these days? Aren’t you tired?”

 

“Oh, it’s okay. I think it’s just appropriate.”

 

“I think you’re the first to say that training wasn’t difficult for a rookie knight. It’s amazing.”

 

I thought to myself as I watched Commander Farbe talking while stroking his chin.

 

‘Other knights would talk like me if I told them to talk in front of the commander.’

 

But I didn’t dare say that.

 

“Aside from that, was there anything else that you find difficult? Or was it hard to adapt?”

 

“No, I don’t think there’s anything more suitable for me than this.”

 

“I’m glad to hear that’s a relief.”

 

Farbe responded with a broad smile, “Of course. My eyes are not wrong. If you grow up like this, you will become the next leader—”

 

It was at the very time when Commander Farbe was excited and poured out his words.

 

“Ahhh!!”

 

The scream drowned out the commander’s speech, and all the knights who were resting after the training were startled and turned toward the source of the commotion.

 

Kashuel Alehard appeared, his face ablaze with red, holding the blade in both hands.

 

[Hey, it seems that he’s having a hard time controlling his anger, so the lid must have finally opened]

 

Caliberne, who stood still in the meantime, saw this precious sight and left a concise comment with a piercing voice.

 

When the noisy surroundings became quiet, Kashuel’s face, who realized that people’s eyes were on him, turned redder than before.

 

“What, what are you looking at? Ciel Minerva!”

 

No, all of us were watching, so why are you only yelling at me again?

 

Ciel turned her head quietly, swearing inwardly.

 

‘When the hell is he going back to his house…?’

 

If it’s a full moon, hasn’t he stayed here for a long time? I guess it’s time to leave the palace now.

 

“Don’t look at me and do your job!”

 

After screaming like that, looking at Kashuel holding the sword again, Commander Farbe chuckled.

 

“Oh my, he must have been ashamed to see you.”

 

“No, the Little Duke just hates me.”

 

Meanwhile, Kashuel smirked, emitting a green light from his sword.

 

He seemed to be practicing swordsmanship and mana control at the same time.

 

“Well, I wonder.”

 

“Huh? What do you mean?”

 

“No, it’s nothing.”

 

Commander Farbe smiled and shook his head.

 

I didn’t know the meaning of that smile, but I didn’t even feel the need to ask the commander about it.

 

“But, you’re practicing hard.”

 

Farbe murmured, looking at Kashuel.

 

Even though he had a pretty weary expression on his face, Kashuel didn’t let go of his sword.

 

Seeing that he was focusing, it looked like he was trying to release his mana.

 

Every time he closed his eyes tightly, the mana stone flickered and shone, and sometimes green light erupted from the sword with green sparks.

 

“Uh…”

 

Looking closely, it wasn’t a spark at all, but it was remarkably small compared to the sphere’s mass of light.

 

“Commander, but that’s…”

 

The gray eyes of the Farbe, who seemed to have gone through a long period of experience, looked at me calmly and deeply.

 

“That’s right.”

 

Farbe replied in a calm voice, “That’s not a magic swordsman, but a magic closer to a wizard.”

 

Both the Magician and the Wizard are equipped with mana, but the forms of mana they possess are different.

 

The magic sword’s mana appears as a thin, straight flash of light, and the wizard’s magic appears as a floating sphere.

 

“Perhaps the Little Duke knows it too. Still, he thinks that he should become a magic swordsman.”

 

The three professions that receive preferential treatment in this world are swordsman, wizard, and magic swordsman.

 

The number of swordsmen who could only use pure swordsmanship because they lacked magic power and wizards who could use magic but couldn’t use sword attack magic was similar.

 

Although the wizard was a little better, it was hard to say that even that was very good compared to the swordsman.

 

Magic swordsmen, who were few swordsmen with enough magical power to use through swords, were treated so well that they could not even be compared to wizards.

 

Farbe spoke with regret, “I’m sure he’s looking forward to becoming a magic swordsman.”

 

I understood it when I heard him.

 

The Duke Alehard family was a family that had produced powerful magic swordsmen for generations.

 

On top of that, it was clear that Kashuel would be expected to be a great magic swordsman, as his mother’s royal blood was mixed.

 

Rumors were circulating that the second son and eldest daughter of the Alehard family showed signs of being a magic swordsman.

 

If it was Kashuel, who still had a strong sense of pride, he would have been very anxious about that fact.

 

‘Kashuel was struggling in his own way.’

 

Caliberne agreed, [Yeah, it’s not easy to do that at a young age. It’s a surprise, unlike his personality.]

 

“Hmm, how about you go and help him?”

 

“Yes?”

 

Surprised by the sudden remark of Commander Farbe, I asked back.

 

“M-me…?”

 

“Yes, you are the Crown Prince’s master.”

 

“I’m not…”

 

I scratched my cheek awkwardly, but Farbe seemed to want me to help Kashuel.

 

“Don’t be so humble. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with helping the Little Duke.”

 

“Uh…”

 

“And don’t you think it’s all right to help him at least once when he’s trying so hard?”

 

Obviously, Kashuel was practicing with a very seriously, unlike before.

 

Like a pretty desperate person.

 

‘He’s probably trying to make the sphere-shaped light into a flash somehow…’

 

“And at least you’re about the same age. The Little Duke seems to know you very well.”

 

“All right.”

 

Eventually, Ciel got up and answered, “I think the commander is right.”

 

“Well, that’s a good idea.”, Commander Farbe smiled kindly and said.

 

I slowly approached Kashuel, who was still preoccupied with the sword, but he was so focused that he didn’t notice me.

 

“Straighten your back a little more.”

 

“Wha— what, you scared me!” 

 

Kashuel shuddered and stepped back, but I said simply.

 

“You don’t need to hold the sword so tightly that you’re about to break it. You’re just losing more stamina.”

 

“Well, that’s—”

 

“Come on, listen to me and follow me.”

 

At the last words, Kashuel bit his lips.

 

He was often yelling at me, so it struck me as odd to see him, for some reason, obeying my commands.

 

“Your gaze should always be on the magic stone. Think of it as sending the energy in your body to the sword.”

 

Come to think of it, Kashuel’s posture with a sword looked strangely awkward.

 

Unconsciously using my professional instincts, I walked up to him, put my hand on Kashuel’s hand, and lifted it.

 

“Hold the sword a little higher—”

 

Just then, Kashuel made a startling cry.

 

“Wha—what are you doing now!”

 

I was surprised at the movement of Kashuel, who collapsed while screaming in surprise.

 

“Yes…?”

 

As soon as I pulled back in surprise, Kashuel’s cry rang out.

 

“Gee, now you’re holding my hand!”

 

I quickly pulled out my hand, seeing Kashuel’s response with a blushed face, screaming.

 

“Little Duke—”

 

“You, don’t tell me you were thinking that way about me?”

 

He muttered in embarrassment at the unfamiliar words.

 

“What do you mean by that?” asked Ciel.

 

Then Kashuel waved his brilliantly shiny blonde hair and shouted with a red face as if about to explode.

 

“My mother told me that if I hold hands with a girl, I have to marry her!”