Chapter 9: Chapter 9

I slowly stood up.

And I told the boys.

“Step away from there right now.”

They squinted at my words and tilted their heads.

“What?”

“Step away from there. Can’t you see now what’s under your feet?”

Upon those words, the taller of the boys looked at his feet and suddenly chuckled.

“Ah. Grass? What is this?”

“It’s a flower. A flower carefully cultivated by a gardener.”

“Whether it’s flowers or grass. It’s a plant.”

The guy smiled as if he was dumbfounded.

The little one next to him joined in.

“Is this guy now telling us that we stepped on the grass?”

“Yeah, that’s right. It’s absurd. Hey. What are you going to do? Are you going to punish us for stepping on a bit of grass?”

“Well. We are guests. We are the sons of Count Tyren, who were invited to this castle!”

As expected, they were guests.

“We are the sons of Count Tyren. I’m Digron Tyren, and my brother here is Denar Tyren.”

If it’s Count Tyren…

Is this the Count Tyren I know?

That noble who was defeated by me on the battlefield and became a prisoner.

“It doesn’t matter how noble a family is in the southern field; you’ve probably heard of the Tyren family name, which has a great reputation even in the capital.”

I remember Count Tyren was very ugly back then.

After finding out that I was not from a noble family, he never admitted defeat and I remember how he behaved very rudely, saying I used a cowardly move or stole someone else’s swordsmanship.

I wondered where that attitude came from, and it came from his father.

Anyway, I don’t know how good their reputation is.

The south is a bit far from the capital, but does that mean the Count of Sogres is really a family that should be ignored?

“Brother. No matter how I look at it, it seems like you’re scared?

“But. It’s normal for people to act like this just by hearing the name Tyren. Hey! Since you came as a guest, this time I will generously forgive you. Tell me then how to get out of this damn garden!”

Instead of answering, I looked at them in silence.

Then, a guy named Digron suddenly started coming towards me.

“Hey! Can’t you hear me?”

As expected, this is a guy you shouldn’t talk about.

“This bastard is ignoring my words now!”

Come on.

I looked at Digron’s face as he grabbed me by the collar.

“Hey, don’t you bow your head? Are you crazy? What kind of bastard is going to look like that! This is Crazy…”

“Puaj!”

The moment Digron’s hand rose, I hit his head on the nose.

“Brother!”

And then he hid among the bushes that I had seen beforehand.

My mother told me.

It is said that the basics of hiding start with knowing the location.

Even if it seems that there is no need to hide, always look carefully at any place and find a hiding place in advance.

Those are the basics of hiding, and I faithfully followed those instructions and hid perfectly among the bushes that formed the walls of the garden maze.

“Nose, my nose! Blood, blood! I’m going to kill this bastard!”

“Brother! The blood…”

In addition, here you have to add fast movements.

No matter how perfect you find the place, it’s useless if you hide at a speed slow enough for the other person to notice.

“Let me go! But where did this bastard go!”

“Good, he was there a moment ago!”

As a result of learning these teachings, they couldn’t find me at all.

Of course, the fact that this garden is my area also influences.

“Find him! Right now! I’m going to kill him!”

By the way, do you have an anger management disorder?

Is it possible for someone to get so angry after starting a discussion and then getting hit in the nose?

Once you hit, you should be prepared to be hit.

That’s fighting, and, moreover, it’s the law that applies to war.

However, instead of those laws, it seemed like he had lived only by the laws of the world that he always despised.

“Where the hell is this bastard!”

I hid among the bushes and only moved after making sure they passed.

“Over there! Go this way!”

“Ah, okay, brother!”

And at the moment one fell, a fleeting thought crossed my mind.

The magical power flow I mimicked before.

If I could mimic the flow at will, couldn’t I compress it to have tangible power?

It was a hypothesis, but it was worth trying.

If possible, even if it doesn’t have much power, it will be enough to punish them.

I focused my magic with my hands among the bushes where I was recently hidden.

“Appear.”

I confirmed that the magical power compressed into one and slowly took shape.

I never thought this would happen.

“Where the hell are you?”

And at that moment, his younger brother turned his back, heading to a completely different place from where I was hiding.

Whoosh

I shot a bullet that compressed the magical power flow from my hand.

“Ah!”

A scream exploding from the back.

The guy fell face down among the bushes and ended up in an unpleasant posture with his buttocks raised.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!”

The guy started trembling, and soon he came out, but his face and clothes were disheveled.

I looked around with a confused expression, but was there any way to find him?

“Ah, brother! Shit! Th-there’s something here!”

I wanted to kick him, but I persevered. Because I have to find his older brother soon.

I silently compressed the magical power flow in my hands again and waited for Digron to come.

“Denar, what’s going on?”

“Bah, someone just attacked me on the ass…”

And at that moment, that guy appeared and started smiling.

“Get out right now; I’m going to kill you…!”

“Ugh!”

The second compressed magical bullet flew out and hit Digron’s buttocks.

Ah.

Was my aim off?

It seems like it hit between the two bones, not on the buttocks.

“Quaaaay…”

I tried to ignore the growing sadness.

But even for a moment.

The guy shouted with so much rage that it made no difference to the pity I felt.

“Damn! I’m going to kill you!”

And then something unexpected happened.

“Answer my call!”

This guy was a summoner like my younger sister.

I don’t think he’s as genius as my younger sister, who summoned a wyvern at the age of 16…

“Crumbling.”

That wolf summoning seems so violent that it doesn’t fit at all with this beautiful garden.

In contrast to the black fur, the one with white fur on the forehead showed sharp teeth.

Is he crazy, or did I provoke him too much?

What’s certain is that the summoned beast, ‘Gendfu,’ is fierce enough to destroy even a well-kept garden bush in an instant.

“Brother!”

“Noisy! What the hell… How dare you mock me, Digron Tyren, like this? If it were our family, we would have killed you on the spot!”

The guy gave an order with an evil expression on his face.

“Gendfu. Find him immediately by smell!”

I toyed with the javelin tied to my back.

The first thought that came to mind was my father’s skills.

If that were the case, I was sure I could subdue Gendfu in an instant before he found and attacked me.

Good.

“This kid. You won’t be able to hide anymore!”

But the solution came from an unexpected place.

Sniff sniff.

As I tried to grab the short spear and pull it out, I made eye contact with Gendfu, who had found my location.

He found me among the bushes and stopped for a moment at the moment we made eye contact.

Then he stared at me…

Under the tail.

“Kkiing, kiing.”

Then, his tail swung gently from side to side, and he found me among the bushes.

Then he started licking my hand with his tongue.

“W-what!”

That seems to be my reaction.

What happened?

I extended my hand as a demonstration.

Instead of shrinking or showing caution, Gendfu raised his head.

“That’s right, that’s good.”

I came out of the bushes and patted Gendfu on the head.

“Hehe.”

He was a perfect puppy, wagging his tail, licking my hand, and caressing my cheek.

“Haha. Do you like it when I scratch your chin?”

Only then did I remember the fact that the beasts my younger sister often summoned were particularly friendly to me.

In that case, I think it was probably because he smelled familiar and was some kind of blood relationship.

Because it wasn’t summoned with the intention of attacking the enemy in the first place.

But in this case, where we are not blood relatives or anything…

“What are you going to do! Uh, how could Gendfu…?”

“Well. I think I know how you usually treat your summonings.”

This probably happened because his affinity was low.

“Nonsense! How can a summoned family member betray their master?”

It’s possible.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The affinity between this guy and his summoned beast seems to have hit rock bottom.

In comparison, my natural affinity with summoned animals is, according to my younger sister, at an incredible level.

The result of combining these two.

“Did that guy regularly beat you?”

“Kkiing, kiing.”

Probably.

Digron had a face that literally lost everything in the world.

I shrugged and replied.

“It seems like your familiar likes me more than you.”

“Nonsense.”

Anyway, how did that happen?

This is what Gendfu did when he made eye contact with me and lowered his tail.

Similar…

Should I say I felt like I lost the will to fight for a moment?

I think it’s better to ask my younger sister.

“Do you want to continue?”

I asked the guys.

There was no way I would get an answer.

Collapsing.

As if reading my emotions, Gendfu turned his head to the other side and growled softly.

“Brother…”

“Ha, shut up! I’m going to cancel the summoning now!”

“Eh….”

“I told you to shut up… What kind of smell is this!”

I covered my nose at the lingering smell.

“Aaah!”

Ah.

Not only did he step on it, but he even urinated.

I guided them very kindly.

“For your information, the bathhouse is in the first basement of the main building.”

“This bastard… You’ll regret this!”

For a guy who says such things, I’ve never seen him make me regret.

I sighed as I watched them flee, forgetting even to cancel the summoning.

“Kkiing, kiing.”

“Haha, boy.”

While patting Gendfu’s head, I felt a new sense of surprise.

I can’t believe I’m suddenly handling a summoned familiar like this, even though I’ve never summoned one before.

It was a coincidence for many reasons, but it turned out to be an obvious fact that I could handle summoned animals.

“If my little sister finds out, will she be very happy?”

Anyway, what is this Gendfu?

Naturally, it will be canceled over time, but it can’t just be left alone.

This is because this is a garden where people come and go from time to time.

“Shall we try?”

After thinking about it a lot, I came up with a method based on the theory my younger sister told me.

“I said it’s important to break the bond with the summoned beast.”

For an summoner, canceling the summoning is as important as summoning.

It was said that breaking the bond at the right moment and properly conserving the summoning magic were the qualities of a good summoner.

But Gendfu and I are not linked.

It’s related to the guy who ran away with his younger brother who urinated earlier.

“And if I bring mine?”

I looked closely at Gendfu.

Then I noticed a very thin thread extending from his head and heading in the direction Digron had just fled.

That’s it.

“Traces of a link.”

My magical affinity is so high that I can even see things like this.

Considering that mages and summoners do their best to understand the flow of magical energy, I feel truly blessed in terms of talent.

“All right.”

Carefully, I overlaid my magical power on that weak magical power thread.

Then the straight thread split into two, and one end connected to me.

“It’s so simple.”

This connected me with Gendfu.

“Kkiing, kiing.”

The boy rubbed against me more affectionately than before.

He almost pounced on me and licked me, so I could examine the magic thread only after I barely managed to pull Gendfu away.

The magical thread that had split into two branches now only had one left, connecting it to me. And I immediately felt slightly dizzy.

“My magic is still draining.”

My younger sister said that the amount of magical power consumed when summoning is considerable.

There is no bigger problem with simple summoning, but it is said that maintaining it is a measure of a summoner’s skill.

However, the amount of magical power shouldn’t simply be large. Should I say that using it efficiently is important?

I was like that too. Because you’re keeping a summoned beast without even attempting the summoning spell. To use an analogy, should I say it’s like running instead of walking?

“Still, I think you’ll be able to keep it up for quite some time like this?”

But unfortunately, it seemed like I would have to return him now. We can’t have something so frightening in the garden.

“Kkii….”

It is said that summoned beasts instinctively read the mind of the summoner; I guess it’s true. Gendfu licked my hand as if telling me he didn’t want to leave.

“Sorry, see you next time.”

I patted Gendfu’s head, and, naturally, cut the magic thread.

Then Gendfu slowly became transparent and soon disappeared. The place where those eyes full of regret seemed to shine.

“Do you think I’ll be able to see you next time I summon Gendfu?”

I’ll have to ask my younger sister later.

Anyway, I never thought I could do something like this just because I have a great affinity, even though I had never tried a summoning spell before.

I thought of trying to summon him next time.

Of course, I haven’t even been issued the essential code yet.

“This is the place, father!”

“Yes! Why does this place look so much like a maze?”

“I mean! Everything is here now!”

At that moment, there was a commotion in a corner of the garden.

After a while, Digron and a man who seemed to be Count Tyren, unable to wipe his bloodied nose, appeared.

Hmm.

He seems to have gained more weight than when I captured him.

Peace is good.

I silently watched as Count Tyren approached.

Then he came in front of me and made a terrifying expression.

“I am Mogard Tyren, the head of the Tyren family in the capital and lord of Tyren County.”

It was a voice that tried to convey a lot of dignity but wasn’t very majestic due to the strong tremors in the neck.

“As a guest today, I tried to endure it as much as possible, but when I heard that you made my son’s face look like this and even forcefully took away the summoning, I couldn’t bear it any longer, so I came here.”

Count Tyren asked me.

“Please identify yourself.”

I replied.

“My name is Dain Sogres, the youngest son of Count Aken Sogres, the Master of the South, and the head of the Sogres family.”

Count Tyren’s face distorted at my response.