Ark Rodin and the Gladys family have a long history together.

Originally, the name of the Rodin family had a special meaning in the Zebrudia Empire.
Although they do not have a title, their treatment by the nobility is more special than that of the nobility or the Grand Chamber of Commerce.

A good hunter is an extremely powerful warrior.
The most powerful armed forces in the Zebrudia Empire are not the Knights but the Treasure Hunters, but if you are one of the best of them and a venerable family that once served the Empire, there are many people who want to follow you.

The Count of Gladys is a family that values military power, and his friendship with Rodin is stronger than that of other families.
He had visited Rodin's house several times to ask for sword instruction.

From Ark's point of view, the head of the Gladys family, if I were to describe Van Gladys in one word, it would be a warrior.

He is a warrior who is strict with himself and others. He is an excellent swordsman who has further strengthened the knightly order under the Gladys family, which was originally known for its strength, and has made his bravery more widely known.
He has a tendency to put a little too much emphasis on military power, and his skills in political affairs are not as good as they could be, but he is not a fool.
Although he is a bit inflexible, his private life is no different, and he has earned a certain amount of respect from those around him.

His daughter, Eclair Gladys, has also inherited her father's temperament.
She uses solemn language that is inappropriate for her age, and she is strong-minded enough to not back down even when dealing with adults. Ark knew that his father was polite to Ark, whom he was close to, but was unsociable to his friends.

Now that he thinks about it, even in the past conversations, Eclair seemed to be dissatisfied with the fact that Ark was not the clan master but the second in command (not exactly the second in command, but that's how people saw him).
Perhaps it was to be expected that Eclair, who was mature for her age but still a child, would harbor a rivalry with 《Senhenbanka》.

In the reception room of the Gladys family's mansion, Arc was told by the head of the family and his father, Van Gladys, about the history of the family and regretted that he hadn't said enough.
Isabella, who sat down next to him, distorted her eyes and muttered in a small voice.

'I thought you were being sarcastic when you said that, but you're not mature enough ......'.

'You seem to think it's a test. ......'

Chloe reluctantly agrees with that impression.

The strategy that Sir Gladys had told him about was extremely clever, and was not something that could be used against a girl who had just turned ten.
If Eclair was inspired by it, it could still be a funny story, but if she was lying in bed for a few days afterwards, it seemed like overkill.

However, from Ark's standpoint, it is very difficult to know how to act.
The reason why Eclair competed with him for the treasure seems to be him.

He wanted to get the strongest treasure in order to push Ark, who was in second place, into first place.
Of course, Ark didn't remember asking for such a thing, but he was too mature to declare so.

''I'm honored that Master Eclair thinks that much of me. However--'

'You've been playing with fire too much. I'm sorry, I hope this at least gives Eclair some food for thought. ......'

Van Gladys says with a frown. But his voice was not as strong as usual.
He was her father, no matter how strict he was. He must be very worried about his daughter, who was holed up in her room.
The expressions of the knights in the rear guard were also cloudy.

It's true that Eclair's pride was hurt greatly by the fact that the victory was conceded.
But the problem is that all of Eclair's actions were pointless to begin with.

For example, let's say Eclair felt good about her decision to go through with the Thousand Transformations and obtain the treasure. And suppose that Ark received that treasure with pleasure. Furthermore, let's say that the treasure tool is extremely powerful.

However, it still does not mean that Ark defeated Krai.
In the first place, in terms of combat ability, Ark was never beaten by Cry. What lies between them is not a pure difference in power but a difference in other aspects. It means nothing if he is given a slightly powerful treasure.

What would that little swordsman think if he knew that he was so dejected?
If I could console her with words, I would, but she is not so simple that she can be fooled by that.

She complained in her heart to the "Thousand Transformations" that had put her in such a complicated situation.

He's a child. No matter how much the hunter cares about his face, he could have done a little better if he had tried to proceed in an amicable manner.
His cleverness in reading the relationships and the personalities of his opponents was incredibly thorough, even for someone who knows Krai as usual.

What's even more frightening is that we still don't know his purpose.
Krai is not the kind of person who would move to owe a debt to a nobleman, and as a collector of treasures, it is unlikely that he would pull out of a treasure auction without a reason.

Count Gladys looked unusually apologetic as Ark pondered with a serious expression.

'Anyway, Eclair, who has been holed up after her defeat, will come out of her room if you came all the way here. Eclair is very fond of you. I'm sorry but talk to him. Ark, I thought it was out of line to call Eclair without saying anything, but I guess I should say we're lucky you came.

'.................. gladly'.

I can't say I was told to come by Kry. Ark hesitated for a moment and then gave a simple reply.
Isabella and the others had indescribable expressions on their faces.

They were dealing with a 10 year old girl and even the strongest and most invincible Ark Rodin could not understand her delicate heart.

What did Cry send him for?
To comfort Eclair? Did he feel remorse for overdoing it?

I recall Krai's appearance in the lounge, but his expression does not convey his true intentions at all.

As expected of a man who has been called a "devil's advocate," his poker face is first-rate. I wish he had expressed himself in a different way.

Either way, the field is too different for Arc and he is a bit overwhelmed. It would be much better to deal with powerful illusions or demons.

'But raising a child is a difficult thing. ...... I didn't expect you to withdraw after a single defeat.

'...... Your daughter is a strong person. I'm sure she'll bounce back.

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You'll be able to get a lot more than just a pair of shoes. Or maybe you should not comfort him directly, but just swing the sword to distract him.

At that moment, a small scream was suddenly heard in Ark's ears as he was running a serious simulation in his brain.

'What's going on?

'Ark-san, out and to the left!

Benetta, a thief with excellent senses, stood up and pointed to the entrance.

This is a nobleman's house. The security is quite high. In particular, the guards employed by Sir Gladys, who has an unparalleled rivalry with treasure hunters, are as strong as hunters themselves.

The scream came from a man. But his voice was not the kind that could be produced by a minor accident.

'I'll go first!

Before Montor could give the order to the guards, Ark had run out.
He opened the door with great force and ran down the wide carpeted corridor with his companions. The flat carpeted floor was much easier to walk on than the treasure hall he usually explored.
I run next to the housemaids who are standing still, probably having heard the same scream.

The screams didn't end with one. Two or three more, followed by the sound of breaking glass.

'Why do we have to hear screams in Sir Gladys' house?

'Maybe Mr. Lylyss came to break in.

'Liz! If she's here! No screams! There won't be a scream! No!

Isabella and the others running alongside were complaining in screaming voices.



I knew you weren't talking about comforting a depressed Eclair!

I was prepared for something to happen, but actually experiencing it was like having a nightmare. Of course, it wasn't the first time.

Van Gladys is in the parlor. I don't know what's going on, but my priority is Eclair's safety.

Nothing had happened, so I assumed I'd made it in time.
No-- here we go. We have weapons. We still have magic and potions.

I'm fully prepared. Even if the dragon attacks, we can fight it off no problem.

Suddenly, Benetta, who was leading the way, stopped.
From the corner of the corridor in the direction she was going, a guard in armor bearing the Gladys emblem crashed into the wall with tremendous force.
He collapses to the floor. The armor that covered his vital point crumpled and he rolled and did not move.

Arc predicted his opponent's attack method in a split second.

Although he was completely unconscious, there were no noticeable scars. He must have been blown away by force.
The guard is a big man in armor, but even if he is not an Ark, an experienced hunter could do the same thing if he wanted to.
But such a phenomenon does not usually occur. It is too inefficient.

Even if the opponent had only a blunt weapon, it would be more efficient to smash him from above than to cleave him sideways. In addition, if there are no cuts...

Behind Ark, Priestess Yu reported in a small voice.

'Don't worry, I'm still alive ......'

'............ ah'.

Considering the size of the villa, there is a limit to the size of the target.
It's a blind spot, but there's not much sign of it from beyond the corner.

It could be a rebellion, an assassination, or a bandit who came to steal Eclair's lost goods. There are many possibilities that cross my mind, but it's too unnatural to happen in the Count's mansion.

Isabella pulls out her short staff and Armel holds up his sword. The Ark Brave, which has been through the Treasure House, is not afraid of what might happen.

Montor must have called the guards. The more time that passes, the more soldiers will gather.
But if the enemy's goal is Miss Eclair, there's not a moment to lose.

I say a single incantation and cast lightning in my left hand. The sound of purple lightning popping. It's a small light, but it has the power to stun a large man.

A small shadow appears from behind a corner.
At the sight of it, the expressions of Isabella and the others who were on the verge of battle froze.

It's a good thing that you're not the only one. Don't look at me that way. Don't be afraid of me, don't be envious, you're too weak. I'm not going to let you get away with it.


She was wearing a white dress that had fallen apart and a small sword that her father had bought her for her birthday that hung carelessly at her waist. Her golden, well-groomed hair is in disarray, her feet are bare, and her center of gravity is shaking unsteadily, as if she is about to fall.

Isabella took a step back with a pale face. Chloe is holding her mouth and Benetta has her cheeks drawn up in a forward slanting position.

It was the girl that Ark had come to see. But now, her appearance has changed completely from what Ark remembers.

Her entire face was covered with pink flesh.
Her bloodshot blue eyes peeked out from the holes in her eyes, and her fully opened pupils were facing Ark. The flesh clinging to its face is peristaltic, and when you stare at it, you feel an inexplicable sense of discomfort.

It's too much like Eclair to be called deformed. That's why it's so fearsome.

I felt a very distorted power in its small body. A distorted and large presence that was different from the Eclair I knew so well.

Eclair Gladys was certainly talented, but it was only for her age, and she lacked the size, skill, and mana material to defeat a legitimately hired guard. There should have been none.

Seeing him, Ark did not get angry or call out to him, but spat out.

'Oh, I see. ...... You put on a mask. I don't need a sword - you've come to ...... this ...... unexpected.'

'Uuuhhh ...... ah ...... ah ............ ahk... ...which ......?'

Eclair called out Ark's name in a voice that sounded as if she was having a nightmare.