Master [1]

"Hmm."

Deia walked back and forth in front of the entrance with her arms linked, repeating the process several times. It was as if she was exercising inside because she couldn't go outside due to the cold weather of North Whedon.

However, that was not the case.

"How much time has passed?"

"Um, now there are only 10 minutes left." The butler, standing a little farther away, spoke hesitantly.

"Ugh!"

Deia clenched her fists and trembled with anger. It had already been 50 minutes since Deus left.

That guy - who told her to wait for only an hour - was indeed a useless idiot.

"Just 10 minutes. Wait for 10 more minutes and then request support immediately. Is the communication device ready?"

"Yes, we have prepared the crystal ball so we can contact them immediately at your orders."

"Damn, these Verdi boys!! I don't like either of them."

"Ah, lady."

The butler hurriedly warned her about her manner of speaking, but Deia ignored him and continued.

"Did I say something wrong? I warned him from the time the ridge post reported that unlike usual the immigrants were pushing in as a group!"

Deia and Darius had heard a report that immigrants were not coming as infrequently as usual, but that they were coming frequently with an army.

Deia had said that something was strange and that they should gather as many troops as possible and defend with all their strength. The talented mage herself offered to join, but Darius frowned and refused.

'Why would a woman recklessly go to the battlefield?' He'd said.

"That idiot is still stuck in outdated beliefs like an old geezer! If someone has the ability, then you should use them. Why does one's gender matter?"

Darius had thought that they had enough troops to win, but the troops sent several times were annihilated, and at the end, Darius personally went out and fought with the remaining soldiers, but was defeated as well.

If they had just poured in all their might from the beginning, they wouldn't have had to suffer such a tragedy.

"I thought the second idiot would stay still for a while after making such a blunder at the academy…"

"But he suddenly appears and asks for just one hour! He says he can solve everything himself!"

"What can he solve on his own?"

In an hour, Tolkin and Count Herameus' troops would have prepared and departed. Now, because of the delay of this one hour, hundreds of North Whedon's citizens could die.

Ezoic

"Butler, how much time do we have left?"

"W-we have five minutes left."

"Forget it! Just call for reinforcements!"

After all, she wasn't going to let people die because of that idiot's words, who had been acting as if he had suddenly become someone else.

'Hey, don't you think your breasts are a bit big? Let's touch them.'

'Don't you want to do it with your brother? If we do it once, you'll beg me to do it every day.'

'It's too loud at night? Why? Do you want to moan underneath me too?'

'You're not a prostitute? Come on, what's the difference?'

"F*cking bastard."

In the end, it was inevitable that curse words would come out.

Although he was better than before when both his mouth and lower parts were unrestrained, she was disgusted by his current self too which acted as if wanting to forget the past self.

"Just because you do that now, does it make all the past disappear? What about the scars you have caused to others?"

For Deia, Deus's past actions were enough to sow distrust in men. But it didn't mean she liked women either.

If she had, she might have experienced love already, but she was a severe heterosexual.

In the end, she gave up on love.

All she had was the citizens of North Whedon, who always greeted her with a bright smile and gave her bread and flowers while saying thank you, whenever she went out for inspection.

North Whedon was good.

'Just five minutes every day… give it to me.'

"Then what? What would happen in those 5 minutes?"

He must have been trying to do something weird again within 5 minutes.

If she really gave him five minutes, he would undoubtedly have stuck out his tongue and would have attempted some strange sexual harassment.

"That's who you are."

As Deia turned her body-

-Crick!

-the front door opened, and a blizzard accompanied by a cold wind rushed in. Because of that, the candles lit nearby shimmered as if in a violent dance.

-Thump, thump

Sturdy and regular footsteps approached, and a figure, alone and unfazed by the blizzard, came into view, dressed in clean clothes and carrying a smooth cane.

It was the return of Deus Verdi… followed by numerous immigrants.

"You...!"

Deia's eyes trembled in bewilderment, unable to comprehend the scene before her eyes as if her brain had frozen.

"Haah, there are only two minutes left."

It had been precisely 58 minutes since Deus had left.

"I intended to arrive five minutes early to spend time with you, but I'll settle for two minutes today."

Unable to keep up with the current situation, Deia stared blankly at Deus standing in front of her.

It was not even like her eyes were following him too intently. No, they were blank. It was just that he had entered her line of sight.

-Pat!

Deus's hand landed gently on her head. It felt warm, unlike someone who had just braved the blizzard.

"You have snow on your head."

After a gentle pat, he passed by Deia and spoke:

"Butler, take them to the drawing room."

"Um, yes?"

Even the experienced butler couldn't quite grasp the situation, so Deus took a breath before continuing.

"They are new servants of our family."

It seemed he didn't stop at simply stopping the immigrants, he also took them as servants.