The Dutiful Kid Who Saved the Villainous Family - Chapter 46

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Episode 46

Side Story 2. Academy, and Melissa Marquess

Academy Administrative Office.

Students who were on vacation had each returned to their homes, but the professors could not do the same.

They had to grade not only their research but also the interim submissions of vacation homework they had assigned to students.

The professors were grading vacation homework with dark circles hanging heavily under their eyes.

Even in the midst of this, interim vacation homework was being continuously submitted through the Messenger’s Office.

Inside the faculty office, filled only with the scratching sounds of red pens and the sounds of messengers arriving.

Among the academy professors with dead eyes, Professor Mela of ‘Art Class’ showed a bewildered expression.

“Huh? Serafin has submitted something?”

“Serafin has?”

Mela Professor, who taught home economics, had assigned vacation homework titled ‘Draw a Family Portrait.’

Home economics was a class that emphasized the warmth of love and family harmony to rascal-like children.

Thanks to that, there weren’t many children taking the class.

So naturally, she expected no one would do this homework either.

“Serafin drew a portrait and it’s quite pretty.”

Everything about this was unexpected.

Serafin never participated in classes involving family.

Until now, he had never submitted any homework related to family…

But there was another surprising thing.

“Serafin sent me a letter too.”

Professor Mellen made a ‘what could this be’ expression.

“It might be a mocking letter.”

“It could be a letter using magic tools to humiliate you, so go outside to open it.”

But Professor Mellen looked at the writing on the letter envelope.

[To: Professor Mellen.]

“Seeing that he addressed me as Professor Mellen, well…”

Something seemed to have changed.

He carefully cut the envelope with a letter knife. A note fell out with a thud from the opened envelope gap.

[Teacher, no, Teacher.

Have you been well?

I think I know what that ‘character education’ thing is now.

I think I’ve found what I was lacking.

Well… I admit I was an unrestrained rascal.

No.

I admit it.

I’ve gradually started caring about other people.

I’m looking forward to the next sparring match, no, I look forward to it.]

Professor Mellen smiled after reading the letter.

“He’s filled the empty spoon.”

Then, Berhaan, the martial arts instructor sitting next to Professor Mellen, spoke in a rough voice.

“But what is that empty spoon of Serafin that you always talked about? Honestly, I don’t understand what Serafin’s weakness is. Since he’s still a child, there might be technical points to improve.”

When Berhaan asked, those who had been secretly curious focused on Professor Mellen’s mouth.

Professor Mellen smiled.

“It’s simple.”

“What is it?”

“Mistaking oneself as complete. Usually, growth stops there. So he needed to realize that he was lacking. And…”

If I had to pick one more thing.

“People need to have something they want to protect.”

Professor Mellen recalled Serafin’s eyes.

Until now, Serafin seemed to have nothing in life he wanted to protect.

Even when he led boys his age around like the Pied Piper, he often seemed empty.

“I’m somehow looking forward to next semester.”

What kind of appearance would he show?

He read the postscript that Serafin had left at the end.

[Teacher, no, Teacher.

By the way, my little sister is very cute, so if you covet her, I won’t let it slide.

But you must never tell anyone that I said my little sister is cute.

If you do, I’ll hit you with a powerful punch.]

…He hasn’t filled in his character yet.

“Just how cute is his sister that he writes such a letter?”

“Take a look at the portrait.”

But the appearance of the portrait was…

“Hmm.”

…menacing.

“Is it this one?”

“No, that one looks like a monster.”

All the figures appearing in the portrait were radiating dark and gloomy auras.

However…

[Never be curious about my sister.]

…Seeing him say this much, Professor Mellen easily caught on.

It seemed the sister was the one who reformed Serafin.

“But now I’m getting curious too? What kind of person might she be.”

What kind of being was the sister who instantly reformed a complete rascal?

Would this person also come to the academy someday?

Before they knew it, their thoughts were spreading like clouds.

* * *

Meanwhile, unlike the academy that had become harmonious, there was someone in mourning.

Namely, Melissa Marquess, the grandmother (age 55) who had lovingly raised her plump granddaughter.

She was recalling the contents of a letter Airi had sent a few days ago.

Grandmother.

Today I became friends with Serafin!

But.

Does Grandmother

know about Mommy?

And does Grandmother have a mommy too? Doesn’t Grandmother have a mommy?

I suddenly became curious.

But you don’t have to tell me.

Just forget about it.

Olivia, who was Airi’s ‘mother.’

Olivia had loved Airi more than anyone else.

‘I should have told her.’

Because she didn’t want to see sadness cloud those plump, swollen cheeks, she hadn’t talked about her dead mother.

She had raised her preciously as a child in her arms.

She had planned to tell her everything at once before going to the academy later.

‘I sent her to the Northern Region without being able to tell her any old stories.’

She regretted hastily sending her little puppy to the Northern Region.

Suddenly, Melissa Marquess recalled her last conversation with her daughter.

“Mom. Don’t trust anyone. No one…”

…If, as Olivia said, no one could be trusted.

‘I should drain all the divine power from my body and go see my child, shouldn’t I?’

Melissa Marquess’s gaze fixed on the last section of the letter Airi had sent.

Grandmother!

Oh, and me.

I want to drink the delicious mugwort tea that Grandmother makes.

“My child.”

She imagined her already thin baby now completely withered and twisted, whining, ‘Grandmother, the northern food tastes terrible. I’ve lost all my weight. I’m a skeleton.’

A nightmare more terrible than death.

At the end of that thought, Melissa Marquess, who had finally made her decision, arrived at the Eastern Tower.

Originally, divine power and magic were incompatible.

To survive contact with magic, all divine power had to be removed.

“The thing is, Melissa Marquess. Interestingly, there are rumors that the master of the Eastern Tower also runs an information guild. I heard that person received quite a lucrative commission from the Eastern Duke? As a problem solver.”

“Oh, then how about calling that person? They might know a way to temporarily remove divine power.”

“I understand. I have other things to commission as well, so I should visit the tower.”

When she arrived at the tower after being introduced by another noblewoman.

She was able to meet a certain magic tool creator who also served as the tower master’s secretary.

“Oh, Marquess. What kind of commission brings you here?”

As soon as Melissa Marquess sat on the sofa, she spoke directly to the point.

“I need a video stone that can maintain visual conversation for more than 30 seconds.”

“As you well know, video stones are rare. There’s only one each for the ducal houses, grand ducal houses, and the imperial family. They’re expensive too.”

“So?”

“…Wow, you have impressive boldness. Then, um… Let me write up a commission form first. What will you be using it for?”

“I plan to exchange daily visual greetings with someone in the Northern Region.”

“Huh? If you’re going to use it in the Northern Region, the video stone might break within a month due to the magic there?”

Melissa Marquess raised one corner of her mouth.

The one who displays the strongest power the moment her granddaughter is in danger, that name is Grandmother.

“It doesn’t matter.”

And I want to see Grandmother.

My child.

When our chubby little puppy says she wants to see Grandmother, of course she should see her.

If I can’t show my face after hearing those words, then I’m not a grandmother.

The guild member belonging to the Central Magic Tower’s Magic Tool Guild nodded.

“The tower master is currently receiving a commission from a distinguished guest from the East. I’ll submit the commission form to the tower master and contact you immediately.”

“Then, I’ll wait.”

Melissa Marquess settled into her seat.

Her mind was now filled with the sentence Airi had written on the very last page of her letter.

She casually said to the guild member.

“Oh, and when the tower master returns, tell them this.”

“What should I tell them?”

“Ask if they know how someone with divine power can go to the Northern Region. Also tell them I want to buy that method.”

Money doesn’t matter, no matter how much it costs.

Airi, unaware of her grandmother’s extreme determination as a former holy knight.

This little one was planning to fall into a deep sleep today.

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