Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

For example, a water mage who drowned in the sea, a sound mage who died from noise, a poison mage who died from poisonous fog, and so on...

He was the same, of course.

Just as he was completely engulfed in flames, even the magical flames enveloping him could not reduce the temperature much.

He screamed and writhed, desperately trying to slap the flames burning on his body while struggling to get up.

At this point, let alone getting up, even if Domi got close to the wall of fire, he would be forced back by the high temperature of over 100 degrees Celsius. He could only watch from afar as Tuso struggled in the sea of ​​fire.

But after a short while, a dark figure emerged from the sea of ​​fire.

"They're still alive? They're really resilient..."

At this point, Tuso's skin was almost entirely charred black, including his face, making him look like an African.

"belch……"

A plume of black smoke billowed from his mouth.

"Death omen... Even if I die today, I will take you down with me!"

As he spoke, Tuso directly burned his life force, transforming the life power gained from shortening his lifespan into magic power, and poured it all into the raging flames.

At that moment, the flames on his body burned to their fullest extent, like a demon emerging from a sea of ​​fire.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

He ran frantically toward Domi, even faster than last time.

With his fan-like arms outstretched, he was clearly about to give Domi a strong-arm lock.

"Tsk tsk tsk..." A disdainful voice came from beneath the mask: "Your perseverance is commendable, but this is your limit. Trash is still trash, all you can do is rage in vain..."

"farewell."

Domi casually tossed the dagger outside the sea of ​​fire.

"Flying Thunder God."

In a flash, only Tuso remained on the scene. He was like a clown, trapped in the fire he had created, even though he was firing at full power.

The levels of carbon dioxide and carbon monoxide in the air were already far above the legal limit, yet he inhaled them into his lungs without reservation. His vision began to blur, and he already knew he was beyond saving.

He knelt down on the ground with a thud, staring blankly in the direction Domi had left.

In his resentment, helplessness, and anger, he let out his final roar, which shook the entire mountain forest.

"A death omen!! I'll be waiting for you in hell!!!"

Then, the enormous body completely lost its life, yet it did not fall down until its death...

Chapter 63, Section 62: Fallen Leaves Bring a Message

Everything that happened in Twilight Forest and the camp was observed by the assassins from Fomalhaut.

In the forest, every few trees there was a man dressed in a black robe squatting there, holding a small notebook in his hand, writing something down from time to time.

"The battle is over," a man in black robes flew over using wind magic and said to his colleague who was in charge of taking notes.

"Regarding what young master Dominic did during his vacation, I think it's necessary to report to Commander Altaïr and the head of the family. Have everything been recorded?"

"Yes, sir, please take a look."

The man in the black robe, addressed as "Commander," took the brown-covered booklet and began to read it:

"On the very first day of the holiday, young master Dominic transferred ownership of his Nightwish tavern to Morey, a commoner who had lived in the slums. His mother was seriously ill and, after observation, was found to be on the verge of death with no hope of recovery. Morey gladly accepted the transfer and pledged his loyalty to the young master."

"Next, young Master Dominic went to the clothing store and the weapon store, where he purchased a black and white mocking mask, a ranger's cloak, a bow and arrows, and registered as an adventurer at the 'Giant Tree' with the codename 'Death Omen'. He then teamed up with three others to take on the mission of 'eliminating a new bandit gang in Twilight Forest,' but was betrayed along the way..."

In short, the black-robed man in charge of recording compiled all the information and presented it in great detail.

"Well, no problem."

After its contents were reviewed by the superior, the report was immediately delivered to Altaïr and Carlos's desks.

"In the battle against the bandit leader Tuso, Domi displayed incredible archery talent, summoning a powerful outer armor using necromancy, and frequently employing summoning magic to reposition himself, ultimately defeating Tuso..."

Carlos looked at the report's description of Domi's battle and seemed somewhat dazed.

Is this still his son, whose shadow talent is only at the beginner level...?

How come he even knows the unorthodox magic systems of Necromancy and Summoning?

And why would anyone choose to live under an assumed name and become an adventurer? It's tough, tiring, and dangerous, and all you get is a few copper coins.

Carlos was completely baffled.

"Could it be that there was a mistake in the talent test back then?"

He suddenly thought of a highly probable possibility: if that were true, then Domi was actually a genius in the field of magic?!

"No, we have to call him back right away and test him again!"

Carlos was both nervous and excited. A child with A-rank strength and speed, as well as powerful magical talent, if he grew up, could single-handedly revitalize their family for generations...

Heaven is going to make Brofeld a great place!

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." He quickly regained his composure.

Ha, just changing faces, a basic skill of the nobility.

The visitor was none other than the head maid, Catherine. As always, she was meticulous and rigorous, as evidenced by her attire, even the placement of her buttons was perfectly in line with the standards.

"Oh? It's unusual to see you here, Catherine. Is there something you need?"

"Sir, I heard that you arranged for young master Dominic to go on vacation abroad. The other two young masters are very curious, so they sent me to ask about the situation. How is young master Dominic doing now?"

"Did Edward and Argyle send you?"

"Yes, the two young masters are very busy with their studies. Mr. Connor Reeves is currently preparing to arrange their midterm exams, so he really doesn't have time to come and inquire in person."

Carlos simply nodded slowly, offering no comment, and said:

“If you had come earlier, you would have heard that Domi was doing well at the suburban villa, but now I’m telling you that Domi has to come back tomorrow. The holiday has been extended, provided he passes his midterms.”

"why?"

Catherine looked bewildered. This was a vacation that Domi had been looking forward to for so long, why did it end so abruptly?

Carlos smiled mysteriously:

"As the head maid, are you so out of the loop? Our neighbor, the Duchess of Greenville, is coming to visit with her precious little daughter. Mitch told me before that they're coming to discuss a marriage alliance."

"I'm choosing one of three future husbands. How can Domi be absent from such an important event?"

So that’s what it was!

Catherine had heard about the arranged marriage before, but it was supposed to be at the end of this month. However, Domi came back half a month early because of that.

Carlos probably didn't tell her the truth.

Forget it, this is not something she can control. As long as Domi comes back soon, isn't that enough?

I haven't seen that little one for a few days, and I do miss her quite a bit, but her condition is nowhere near as severe as Kelsey's.

Every night she would run to her room to relieve her loneliness, saying things like, "I'm going to die without a pillow to sleep with! I can't sleep at all!"

Now, finally, no one will disturb my peaceful sleep.

"I understand. I'll take my leave now."

Leaving Carlos's office, walk a few more steps to the fork in the road, turn a corner, and you'll see several large faces staring at you expectantly.

Kelsey: "What did the master say? How is Domi?"

Edward: "When is my stupid brother coming back?! I want a vacation too!"

Michelson: "Young Master Domi promised me that... ah! He still hasn't told me how to make the fried rice!"

Argyle: "Why are you all in such a hurry? Domi will come back sooner or later. Actually, it's fine if he doesn't come back. At least there's one less candidate for Aiwei."

"Brother, you're already eyeing that girl? Hmm~ You usually act all serious, but it turns out you're just as much of a womanizer as I am!"

"What?! Who are you calling a lecher? Explain yourself!"

"Haha, can't catch him, bro, you're such a closet pervert!"

"You're asking for a beating, take this!"

The scene immediately descended into chaos. Catherine sighed and rubbed her forehead, raising her voice slightly as she said:

"Stop fooling around, do you still want to hear it?"

It was like pressing the mute/pause button; everyone was practically straining their ears to the heavens.

"Cough cough~"

"The master said that Domi has to be back tomorrow because the Duchess of Greenville is coming to visit, and he wants him to prepare in advance and take his midterm exams."

Edward reacted the most strongly to these words:

"Nice! Domi's good days are over~ I can't stand seeing others on holiday while I'm in school! Especially my good buddy!"

Catherine immediately added:

"The master also said that the one-month vacation would be extended again after he returned, provided that Domi passes the midterm exam."

"Clam?"

"So, if this guy passes the exam, he can leisurely drink coffee, watch the maids, and watch us struggle through class?"

"In theory, yes."

"Gah..."

Edward Petrochemical ━━∑(￣□￣*|||━━

In chapters 25 and 35, I named the highest-ranking officer of Fomalhaut "Terens," but later changed it to "Altaïr." Perhaps I was taking an exam at the time and my mind was a bit confused. I was preparing for the exam while writing, and I mixed up the names.

It still sounds better to read it as "Altaïr" now, so I changed all instances of "Terrence" to "Altaïr".

We apologize for any inconvenience or confusion caused.