The sound that echoed in the place made Brett's body reflexively tremble.
　It is usually the one who makes those sounds, but that's why he felt an extra sense of fear.

　Or maybe ...... it's because it was my father, always the calm one, who made it sound.

"d*mn it, ......, don't f*ck around with me, ......!

　The words were similar to my usual self, but with a completely different barrage.
　I knew I wasn't the one being directed at it, but my body naturally trembled as my father swung his fist down to the desk.

　I know why my father is so agitated.
　It's not because there were any reports at .......
　It's the opposite.

　It's already been ten days or so without a report that should have come in.
　That is, it was a failure.

　I don't know if this is still about three days.
　It's also possible that there was a delay in communication due to some flaw.

　So, when three days had gone by without a report, my father told Brett, who was yelling at him.
　So settle down still.

　Then the same thing happened day after day, and today.
　Just as Brett was about to shout again when the report didn't come, my father shouted before that, with a swagger that was almost too much for his own anger.

　Surely, this time, that's not so much.
　But come to think of it, he'd been feeling regret for far longer than he had.
　It was only natural that the anger would be greater, Brett thought, even as he was terrified of his father's swordsmanship.

　But that thought was partly right and partly wrong.
　It's true that Craig's anger would be about his wish not coming true, but it was at Brett that he became so angry.

　That's true.
　Craig remembered at that point that he was too angry to talk about Brett.
　It was more like he was admonishing Brett, telling himself that he should still be okay.
　He was comforting himself that he would still be okay.

　But Brett hadn't seemed to sense any of this, and he was shouting at himself day after day.
　The number of servants is finally reduced to the bare minimum to maintain the house, and there is no one left who can afford to keep Brett company.
　Inevitably, it was Craig who took on the role ...... and that of Brett on top of it.
　The truth is that Craig has built up enough anger that he wants to pat himself on the back for not hitting Brett, and that finally exploded today.

　In other words, Brett's fright is completely self-inflicted.
　Well, it's more accurate to say that Craig was also responsible for hiding it well so that Brett wouldn't notice, so it's more accurate to say that they both had it coming.

"They (・・・・) can't help you at ...... when you need them. ......!

　At any rate, it was none of Craig's business right now.
　He didn't seem to care that it was time to hear a disgusting sound coming from the desk, and for the first time today, a dull thud reverberated through the air as a fist was slammed into the place.

"Phew! ......!　Phew. ......!　............ phew.

　However, if there was a difference between Craig and Brett, it would still be the difference in their vast life experiences.
　After some venting, Craig naturally began to catch his breath and regain his composure without anyone telling him to.
　He knew that there was nothing he could do if he continued to be angry.

...... I'm sorry, Brett. I'm so distraught,
"Yeeeeeeeee ......!　I think it's natural and I think ...... is the way to go.

　Suddenly spoken to, Brett was still a little intimidated, but he still replied with a look of relief that his father was back to his old father.
　You're going to be able to get the most out of it.

　That is, what to do from here.

　Since we haven't heard from you so far, I have to assume that we've failed.
　It's frustrating, but that doesn't change anything.
　You'll have to give up not only the saint, but also the fairy king.

　You'll be able to find out why you failed when you had so much confidence in yourself.

The ...... thing's fighting ability must not have been so high. If that's the case, should it still be considered the work of a saint?
"...... Father?　What the hell are you talking about ......?

　And apparently the thought slipped out of his mouth.
　But I decided to wave it off just in time.
　I don't expect to get any constructive feedback from Brett, but it was a good way to organize my thoughts.

"Hmm?　Yeah, I'm sorry ...... I was wondering why we failed again. As long as they keep failing to this extent, you should indeed think about the cause.
I see ...... is indeed true. So you're a saint: ......
"Yeah. Come to think of it, it's been a part of every failure we've ever had. I thought it was because of a brave man: ......
"So you're saying that it could have been the saint, ......, but that thing couldn't have done much, could it?
You're right. While you can improve your abilities, it's not something you can do about a far greater opponent. When it comes to healing, it's more of a threat in another way than it is. But come to think of it, that's the only one that's too ordinary compared to the other four. If so, it would be .......
Isn't it no wonder that something more tremendous could be done?

　It's a reasoning on reasoning ...... that is akin to wishful thinking based on circumstantial evidence, but it doesn't make sense to think so.
　It's as if ...... was not there, as if a heroic presence (・・・・・・・・) were there to explain what has happened so far.

If that thing also has those characteristics, then it explains everything.
"Sure, that's true ......, but then what do you do?

　I did not answer that question.
　It is accurate to say that you couldn't answer the question, but if you could answer the question in the first place, you wouldn't have thought of it this way in the first place.

　You're tempted to let out a tongue-lashing if you can't even reach that level, but you manage to hold it in.


　Because it's more important to think about what you're going to do.

　At least, it's not just about giving up.
　We have already begun to move.
　There is no way we can stop now ...... and there is no way we can stop in another way either.

　I'm at the end of my patience.
　I couldn't bear it any longer.

　When push comes to shove, there's no choice but to go to war head-on, and that's when it came to me.

......!
"Father, it's ......!

　A piece of parchment appeared suddenly in hand.
　This was the way they - the devils - contacted me.
　I don't know the means, but the parchment suddenly appeared at hand.

　At last, I thought, but a bitter smile appeared on my face because I knew it would be a report of failure anyway.
　I don't know what excuses they are writing, but I can't stop reading them.
　I have to check it anyway to complain.

　I read the parchment, careful not to crush it in a fit of resurgent anger. ...... It was only at the beginning that I was able to keep my cool.
　You will be able to get a better idea of what you're looking for.

"Wha- Father ......?　What in the world is written about ......?

　I heard Brett's voice, but I didn't feel like answering it.
　He continued reading until he reached the end and slammed the ...... parchment down on the desk.

　Then, with overflowing emotion - Craig began to laugh out loud.

"Kukkukukuku ...... hahaha ......!
"Nope, Dad. ......?

　Brett looked at me as if I were a madman, but I didn't care.
　Now he would be glad to have that bastard in front of him.

　So much so that Craig was in a good mood for a change.

Hahaha ......, phew ......!　...... Brett
"Yes, yes ...... will be ......?
Get ready for ...... to begin.
"Yes ......?　What in the world--no, no, no way, ......!

　Craig's mouth hangs up in a fierce smile as Brett looks at him in astonishment, as if he's finally come to that realization.

　So what was written on the parchment can be summed up in only one thing.
　That is.

Yeah--the archbishop is here. At last we can begin.

　It was the fruition of a wish.

　Brett, having recovered from his shock, smiled similarly to Craig.
　They smiled at each other and left the room quickly.