Volume 3 Chapter 38 Quest： The Beginning Of The Rematch – Promise –
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
If Kian’s memory served him right, he wasn’t supposed to meet Jibril on this day.
He had been ambushed by Abbas Shakerdoust and his crew just as he was leaving the training ground, leading to a flow of events that ended with a duel.
So he couldn’t hide his surprise when they appeared right before his eyes.
Had Sarah created his shadowy illusion for a reason, to tell him something?
In the twilight, Kian watched intently as Jibril approached, their long hair fluttering in the wind.
”────”
Jibril had the same brown skin and jet-black eyes as Kian.
Their eyebrows were thin and delicate, and their nose was elegantly high.
Their lips were thin, too, giving them a look that might be mistaken for female if it were just their face.
But they were tall and sturdy.
After so much training, it was clear from their gait just how incredible their physical strength had become.
Their posture was incredibly well-balanced.
Their muscle mass was still building, and their bones hadn’t fully matured, but their overflowing magical power was unbelievably strong.
It was as if the real Jibril had come skipping through time.
’Kian, be careful. There’s something off about that guy.’
The voice from his breast pocket ‘glasses’.
Kian replied without taking his eyes off the front.
(Jibril had been an extraordinary existence since birth. Of course, there would be something odd about him.)
’No, it’s not that. It’s more like… I sense a discrepancy.’
(…?)
A discrepancy?
Kian felt it, too.
Why had they appeared in Sarah’s memories?
Could it be that the malfunction wasn’t in Sarah but was caused by the magic power supply at the library, contrary to what had actually happened?
If so, had the intimate moments they shared at 13 been a mistake?
But since there wouldn’t be another chance, there had been no choice but to accept her invitation when it came.
”Big brother”
Jibril stretched his back with a rustle.
With a sweet mask and a smile pasted on, he called out like a song from ten meters away.
He stopped right in front of Kian and called out once more.
”Good evening, Brother. Long time no see. How long has it been?”
”…Ah, I guess it’s just since yesterday.”
Kian replied automatically, but inwardly, he tilted his head in confusion.
Jibril greeted Kian before Sarah could even say anything.
A smile that seemed meant for special occasions flickered on his face.
It was a look he would never wear in front of someone he deemed unimportant.
It might seem trivial.
Yet, something about it strangely nagged at him.
”Brother, you truly have an excellent memory. I don’t remember at all! As expected of you.”
”I’m glad to hear that from my capable little brother. You probably didn’t care when we last met. In fact, you might not even remember yesterday’s events!”
”Hey, Kian, let’s go already, okay?”
”──Good evening, Sarah. You’ve changed quite a bit. Are you doing well?”
Jibril smiled at Sarah with his usual dead fish eyes.
Sarah forced a smile and replied, “…Good evening, Sir Jibril. I’m doing well,” but in the middle of her sentence, he turned his attention to the dark elf shaman.
”Demete, you’re done. Go back and tell Father that I’ll be late tonight.”
”Sir Jibril, we have dinner plans with the Shakerdousts tonight. If you stay any longer, it will interfere with our schedule.”
”Brother won’t be going. I don’t mind skipping it either. Plus, Abbas probably won’t be coming, or rather, it’s more accurate to say he can’t come.”
”……”
The dark elf shaman narrowed her gloomy eyes.
She was an elf whose thoughts were just as unreadable, but Jibril’s intentions were even more mysterious.
Perhaps the other attendants felt the same way, sharing that sense of uncertainty.
A woman with a strong Shin lineage stepped forward, her eyebrows furrowing in irritation.
”Young Master, are you going to throw a tantrum again? Please stop whimsically canceling our plans.”
”Hey, stop it, Linka.”
A big man nudged her aside.
Linka glared at the large man before turning that same amount of hostility toward Sarah.
As Sarah remained silent, she turned away, her black hair, held in place by a hairpin, swaying.
’Jealousy’
(Linca wants Jibril’s attention. That’s why she’s being harsh towards Sarah, who Jibril was interested in.)
After explaining this to ‘Glasses’, Kian turned back to face Jibril.
”So, what’s the big deal with using Demete to stop me? What did you want to talk to me about so badly?”
”Hmph, the content of the conversation doesn’t matter. I just wanted to see my brother.”
”That’s not something you say to someone you met just yesterday.”
”Is that strange?”
”Objectively speaking…”
”──────”
Jibril rested his hands on his hips and glared down at Kian with his cloudy eyes.
His long hair, like a wolf’s tail, swayed in the twilight sky.
Eventually, he spoke.
”Your magic power has increased.”
”…….Yeah, that’s true.”
”Now that you mention it… it does seem like it’s increased.”
Sarah, who had been quiet until then, murmured as she observed Kian’s profile.
Demete, the dark elf who was still standing by without teleporting, furrowed his brows in thought.
”……”
”Well… you’re right, young master. It does appear that his magic power has increased.”
Linca, who had been in a foul mood, narrowed her eyes and examined Kian’s entire body.
Kian inwardly clicked his tongue.
He had increased his magic power out of playfulness, but it seemed like it would cause him trouble.
(Well, I’ll just make up an excuse.)
”I drank a lot of stamina potions at noon. I bought them from a shady street vendor for ten gold coins each.”
”You shouldn’t consume such suspicious things.”
The big man said with a worried expression.
All the servants except Demete were frowning.
However, the dark elf shaman furrowed his brows and spoke.
”Sir Kian, did you have sexual relations with your fiancée?”
”Huh?””Eh?””──────”
”──────”
”Eh!? Eh!?”
Demete took a step closer to the bewildered Sarah and tightened his lips.
He spoke to the girl in a calm and collected manner.
”If it was a act of youthful folly, then it was a rather bold decision, don’t you think? Or were you planning to use the fait accompli to secure a marriage proposal? Either way, it wasn’t the brightest move.”
”What are you saying…?”
”Have you taken a good look at yourself in the mirror? From any angle, you’re the very picture of a woman after the fact. The smell… it’s incredible.”
”────!?”
”Sir Kian, I must ask that you refrain from such casual actions in the future. The magic power that can transfer through intercourse is minimal, and it occurs with a rather low probability. I don’t know where you acquired this knowledge, but using it to supplement your lacking magic power is a third-rate method. That’s all I have to say.”
”Won’t you report to my father?”
Kian asked quietly, and Demete responded with a blank expression, shrugging his shoulders.
”A wise vassal sometimes acts on their own judgment. Constantly reporting everything and relying on one’s lord’s judgment is second-rate. Not reporting and making it a big deal is third-rate, but I am different.”
”Demete”
The voice was like ice.
It was Jibril.
He was staring with wide, pitch-black eyes through the ruffle of his black hair in the wind.
”Did you not hear My command? Go home and tell Umar, ‘I will not be attending the meal.’ Do it now.”
”……”
The dark elf silently bowed and then disappeared through a teleportation gate.
Once his presence was completely gone, Jibril returned to a smile and looked down at Kian.
”Brother, Abbas Shakerdoust is looking for you. He should be at the training ground, so you should go meet him.”
”Sir Abbas? What could it be about? Could it be revenge for me sneaking into the kitchen this morning?”
”It’s nothing Sarah should worry about. Thank you for telling me, Jibril. ────It would be nice to meet again somewhere.”
”Yes, we will meet again soon. Definitely.”
(This isn’t a conversation between family members living in the same compound, is it? Absolutely not.)
Despite the chill in the air, this was the usual sort of exchange with Jibril.
Kian prompted Sarah and turned his back to his younger brother.
He’d hesitated to bring Sarah, knowing Abbas’s business, but leaving her behind would only earn her ire.
Actually, he *had* to bring her.
If she got outside his perception, people vanished.
”If something happens to my brother, it’ll be terrible. I’ll watch from the special seats in the training grounds later.”
”That’s one way to put it. Well, I’m not in a position to complain about your actions. If you want to be a spectator for the squabble with Abbas, go ahead.”
”──Brother.”
A voice called out, trying to stop him.
Without pausing, he continued.
”The current you can’t defeat a strong enemy head-on. If you want to cut ‘Lightning,’ you have to ‘chase the shadow’.”
”…?”
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