She Decided Not To Get Revenge

Of course, if Luke Mandera goes to the administrator on that path, stamps his face for the first time, and starts working over the next several days, it will be visible. 

With the supposedly pleasant and lovely face of a teenage kid, an aide to a cold-blooded duchess in position, who is likely to help with “unofficial affairs” without mercy.

Who wouldn’t want to know more? In truth, Luke Mandera’s presence is destined to be a controversial topic in and of itself. Luke was the only one who remembered his face.

And the Minister of Exploration would soon hear of the administrator’s rumors. 

The older brother, who is concerned about his younger sibling, will become irrational once more. 

He would have preferred to argue with Katlena. 

Of course, Isaac Mandera can judge, so he won’t actually do it, but he won’t be able to avoid clashing with Katlena in every case.

It was clear as day. Luke grunts with a narrowed eyebrow as he closes his eyes and sees a clear glimpse of the future. He remained in bed, hands on his stomach, staring at the ceiling, with no intention of moving. Luke strongly pondered not going to work that day.

Lazian, who lacked common sense, eventually persuaded Luke to report to the administrator, whom Katlena had attempted to avoid. 

Luke’s position of having to read the air between his older brother Isaac, who is excessively high, and Katlena, who has unnecessarily put his older brother on the spot, is not even considerate.

Lazian’s mind, of course, is understood in its own unique way. 

Lazian, a fanatic who believes Katlena is more essential than anything else in the world, would have been unconcerned with Luke’s brotherhood problem. In any case, Luke was a wizard, and he was the most powerful of Katlena Agreta’s four notable wizard aides, each of whom was dubbed a wise man.

At the end of the day, that is how Lazian feels. 

Lazian, a backup agent who can increase Katlena Agreta’s power, is terrified that something bad will happen while he is away, therefore he will leave a terrifying hell hound by her side. 

It’s self-evident at that point, but just because Luke comprehends Lazian Minral’s mentality doesn’t imply he understands him. What makes him think that? Minral, the lazy one, has never been a regular person.

Luke sighed and uttered a word. “Mr. Lazian is an idiot…”

His brother’s resentment was natural and understandable. Furthermore, even if it is an error, Luke does not want to describe his brother as an idiot because he was never a fool in the first place, but the coolest guy on the planet. 

As a result, there is nothing left to do but criticize Lazian Minral, who is a complete moron. 

The devotion of idiot-excessive Lazian was the catalyst for all of this. Luke loathed him much more as a result of such an infinite logical judgment.

He wouldn’t be able to resist Katlena’s request even if he genuinely considered not going to work. Katlena was a blessing in Luke’s life. Without exception, he admired her. Although he is not as passionate as the Lazian Minral, he may devote himself to her.

Perhaps Isaac Mandera will become enraged once more. He’ll blame Katlena Agreta once more. 

Luke will try to arrange a date and get his younger brother out of the place without blaming him, knowing he can’t blame him.

That’s how Luke has always been. From the moment Katlena rescued Luke’s life, he began to feel tremendous and blind comfort in her presence.

Isaac has been pointing out that this isn’t normal from the start. 

Isaac was horrified by the possibility that his older brother’s undeveloped existence would be at the vanguard of radical reform, regardless of Katlena’s means. 

Luke is aware of his own thoughts. It is acknowledged to some extent. But he believes that his brother should also understand himself.

As Isaac did in the past, Luke just wants to devote his life and whole body to love like a thirsty person without time to understand the other person’s heart. He just wants to protect it.

Luke right now is someone who can do that.

***

“Nice to meet you, Miro Rosway. I’m Luke Mandera.”

Miro Rosway was going to return to work after having a ten-minute walk in the garden, as per recommendation. 

When Miro Rosway discovered a happy boy standing in front of Katlena Agreta’s office, which three assistants took turns protecting, his eyes opened wide and greeted him a beat late.

“Nice to meet you. I am Miro Rosway. Are you an aide to Duchess Katlena?”

“Yes. I’m not good at serving as an assistant to the administrator, so I haven’t been able to greet you.”

“I see. I look forward to working with you.”

For a brief while, Miro looked across at the boy with an uneasy expression while answering vaguely.

He appeared “too” young even when he was little. A minister’s aide normally does the same thing, and Luke Mandera was a child who, no matter how many times he looked at him, appeared only about 10.

Katlena felt unlikely to entrust such a significant duty to such a young aide. 

Furthermore, based on the other aides Miro has met thus far, he believes that they are the ones in charge of her infamous “unofficial work”. 

In a nutshell, assassination and political manipulation are examples.

After hesitating for a while and wondering what to do, Miro Rosway was finally able to recall the foreign minister, Loggia Laxpelter, who was of mixed Delphin descent. He asked a question with hope.

“Mr. Mandera, are you a half-blood?”

“No. I’m just a normal human being. I look young because I’m actually young.”

The golden curly hair of a doll flew across the sky like smooth silk and was embroidered on the white cheek. Pumpkin eyes peered up at Miro Rosway with such wonderful eyes. The beauty of everything seemed to glimmer in the light of the stars in the round, curled amber eyes.

Oh, my goodness. He was a stunning young man who could only be found in epic literature. The Half Elf, who opened his mouth while simply glancing at the wonderful and cute boy, offered a thoughtful inquiry.

“How old are you?”

“I’m 16 years old. Please speak comfortably. Although it’s a different department, it’s easier to call me by name rather than by last name because my family belongs to the government office.”

“If it’s Mandera… then it’s the Minister of Exploration.”

“Yes, he’s my older brother.”

“I see… Then you can call me by my name too. In fact, I didn’t learn etiquette, so I feel more comfortable using just my name.”

“Then I will do as you want. Thank you.”

“I can’t give you anything because you’re the younger brother of the Minister of Exploration,” Miro said as he removed his hand from the doorknob to enter Shaurillin’s room.

He met Luke in this manner, so he departed in front of Shaurillin’s room and awkwardly reached out as he approached Katlena’s door with the purpose of shaking hands with him.

However, it took place roughly five steps away from Luke. Miro’s entire body was encased in a chilling, horrible feeling at the time. Before he could think about what it was, his body reacted.

Luke Mandera noticed the handshake gesture first, smiled gently, and approached, rather than his feet, who hesitated for a moment and refused to fall off the floor.

The terrifying feeling multiplied and tripled as the distance between each step got smaller. Miro managed to make a smile despite his desire to turn around and flee. 

The boy took his hand. They were soft, warm hands with no calluses that appeared to have grown finely. It’s just so lovely.

Miro’s heart was squeezed a couple of times by the vague, groundless terror of being shattered and dying, as well as the pain of hot and cold burns that held back the breath. 

This is the assailant’s hand. Possibly unrivaled by Merlin or Lazian.

A magical indication of a monster lying behind a sweet face, its teeth presenting themselves in a horrible manner without being separated.

“I expect to see you a lot while Mr. Lazian is away.  My sister-in-law will take turns coming to work because I am unable to assist with administrative tasks. Don’t be shy, and feel at ease with me.”

“Okay.”

Miro replied briefly and with a smile that would be appropriate for a 16-year-old ordinary boy.

“I’m working right now, Luke, so let’s get a cup of tea together later.”

“It’s my pleasure, Miro.”

And the boy was beaming like the sun. He rushed into Shaurillin’s office as swiftly as he could, taking care not to show Miro. 

In fact, Miro had no time to notice the way for which he entered the room, regulating his facial expression and providing a believable answer to Luke. 

Miro Rosway’s moral duty of not being able to reveal such a thing to a small boy compelled him to do something above and beyond his own.

Miro collapsed on the floor as it was after carefully closing the door. 

Instead of dropping, he slid down as if he were falling. He took a few breaths. The magic accomplished something far too heinous to be dealt with solely by the scars that remained in the air. 

His intestines, which had been dragged down by the afterimage’s weight all along, swayed wildly. 

He sat frantically on the floor, spilling saliva and gastric fluid, and only calmed down after the invigorating energy that touched his back wrapped itself around his entire body. 

Shaurillin’s clear wind cooled his sweat while also provoking his mind.

“I found it, Shaurillin.”

“Can you tell me what you found and touched? Miro, you’re well aware that you’re not supposed to carelessly handle magical artifacts because this is what happens.”

“It wasn’t an object, it was a person… No, that’s not a person.”

Miro crouched and burst into tears as he spoke, as if pouring forth without a chance.

“I found it… The wizard in charge of cleaning up that day.”

Miro Rosway managed to pull up his wrecked face with tears and a runny nose and spit it out to Shaurillin without hesitation once he had calmed down enough to make a sentence.

“Just like Katlena Agreta, a wizard who can burn and kill a person without a trace, not even that’s the end, they shouldn’t exist in the world. I found it. Katlena Agreta’s Hellfire and King Ilinai’s north wind are in one body. That can’t be possible.”

And he reported with a miserable heart, with his hands on his face.

“He’s a young human boy who’s only 16 years old.”

                  iii. An uneasy administrator, End.