How About a Refill? ~The Elegant Tea Party of the Grand Witches~

There was a family once called the descendants of the sacred dragon. The family worshipped the sacred dragon as its ancestor before the time when the wicked dragon awakened.

In rare cases, the clan was born of a person with golden eyes on silver hair, who, without exception, had magic, because it was thought in the clan that he inherited the blood of the holy dragon.

Oh! Golden eyes on this silver hair! You must be reborn as a holy dragon!

Get this country back from those witches who took the sacred dragon from my family a long time ago!

The man told his son that every time something happened.

When a baby with silver hair and golden eyes was born, the man dreamed of rebuilding a long fallen family.

Eliminating the three most revered Salvation Witches in this country, inheriting the blood of the Holy Dragon in color, and finding a new Salvation Witch centered on his own son, who deserves to be called the descendant of the Salvation God… The man called for the rebuilding of the family of relatives and former companions scattered around the country and abroad.

The mysterious appearance of his son and the magic that was just overflowing from his body led to more and more people believing in the “Salvation God”.

And by the time my son reached adulthood, he had developed into an organization with a large number of members at home and abroad.

The landmark is the Red Robe.

"Gilbert"

A man in charge of the organization opens the door without knocking and enters the room. Jill, looking out the window, frowned for a moment, but he smiled and looked at the man.

"What's going on?... Father."

"That's not how it works! Why did you let Caparoni's daughter go?

"Oh, is that so..."

Jill turned his gaze back out of the window without smiling.

After releasing her, the garden mansion where Alessia was being held was now moving to another hideout because of a secret national raid.

Since the Ferrine family has discovered that it has something to do with the organization... [True and Salvation Divinity], it is not possible to use places related to it, but now that there are not only a family but also a large number of members, it is not a big problem.

"Why did you let go so easily while kidnapping on such a massive scale! A candidate for" noble "?

"The seed” is rolled up, so it's good. If you mow it when it blooms beautifully, everything will be as you wish. Father. "

"I don't know why...“ Sent from afar ”doesn't work either. Honestly, there's no way to pull people who were close when they were connected to the other world."

"Was it a young boy you could call the other day? What's wrong with him?

"I threw it into the Tree Sea to feed the beast, but luckily it was picked up by a witch from the Tree Sea. Damn it."

"... stupid"

Jill murmured with a small voice while looking out the window.

"Did you say something?

"No, nothing."

Jill looked back at the man with a smile again and walked out towards the door as he stood up and left the room.

I don't want to be in the same space as this man who is my father.

Wait, Gilbert.

Grabbed by the shoulder as he tried to pass by a man.

It was Jill who frowned for a moment, but when he turned to the man, he pasted his smile again.

"Don't forget. You are the reincarnation of the Savior, blessed with the blood of the Holy Dragon."

"... I'll remember the liver again and again."

As he left the room, Jill walked out of the hallway early.

(What a stupid man. Honestly, I don't care about the rebuilding of the family...)

Born with silver hair and golden eyes, Jill grew up with the words “rebirth of the Savior God" and “you are the true blender who inherited the blood of the dragon.”

When I was young, I believed it blindly and lived as the living god of the organization, but when I grew up, looked at the world, and learned the historical reality in hiding from my father, I realized it.

I am not a Savior.

Just the son of a fallen nobleman.

There is no such thing as the Savior in the first place.

After gathering talent only in form, there was no holy dragon, and there was no threat to repel. In this world, there seemed to be no need for the existence of the Salvation God.

A father who does not doubt the falsehood passed down to his family from generation to generation, but is simply obsessed and seriously intends to tailor his son as a product of delusion called the Salvation God. Besides, it didn't take much time to feel disgusted.

Jill walks out into the garden of the hidden mansion and sits on a small Shia.

(I wonder what you're doing right now... Alessia)

Jill first saw Alexia when he was still a boy. It was a large-scale royal-sponsored park play. Opened for the purpose of selecting young princes to play with and fiancée candidates, it invited all the princes and those of similar age in the country's aristocracy.

The Ferrine family, which had been demoted from the Marquis to the Earl several generations earlier, was no exception.

So Jill was shocked. I took a breath at myself and my two beautiful (...) brothers and sisters who seemed to be the same age.

Bright golden hair and purple crystal eyes. The people around him looked glowing and stood in the garden of the royal castle with its colorful flowers as if it were a painting.

Especially to my sister Alessia. Young but perfect, beauty already finished, peach cheeks and light lips on ceramic skin.

Then I became obsessed with Alessia. I checked everything I could and wanted to see at first sight. Whether I was invited to a tea party or a night party, I walked to the venue.

I've been chasing her, and then I felt something close to myself.

I was worried about the expression that kept me under control. It was like, "Unless it's perfect," he tied himself up, and, “Because it's the rebirth of the Savior,” he repeated himself that had been decided from the time he was born on his way to life.

"Alessia... I want to let you go. What kind of girl are you really?"

I remember her feelings at the mansion in the garden. A facial expression that no one else has ever seen before, an expression that sounds disgusting, and a face filled with anger when you forcibly took away its lips.

Jill burst out unexpectedly.

"I just don't like the look on my face. Next I want you to smile. [M] Not the usual clear smile, but the smile from the bottom of your belly."

Imagine, but you mock yourself.

"... it's impossible. He hated me so much."

I remembered the softness of her lips that day and gently touched them.