You and me under the world tree

As for all of this, you have to say that Studus has no resentment in his heart.

That is actually impossible.

It was one thing that he had done well in the Gothic kingdom, but it was quite another to back down and have to leave his country.

If I have to say it, it's just because I'm doing well now and even being reused, so I don't express any negative emotions because of it.

"I know, but I think these things must be made clear."

Sead said in a low voice after hearing that Studus' voice suddenly lost the familiar cynicism.

At this moment, the eldest prince of Gitland bit his lip tightly.

For him, it really took courage to say those words.

But it doesn't matter now, he drank too much alcohol.

The high concentration of ale seemed to have paralyzed his thoughts, so he didn't need to think much.

dignity?identity?status?Inheritance?

He didn't want to think about such things.

"I admit, I used to be jealous of you."

he said in a low voice.

Then, as if he had been drained of energy, his whole body collapsed.

But even so, Studas, as a brother, did not let go of his thoughts.

"Just once?"

"..."

Then Seiyad fell silent.

He clutched his forehead, looking like he had a headache.

"Well, not only in the past, but also now."

He spoke frankly, without any embarrassment.

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Chapter 76: When jealousy is translated into words...

If it was a few years ago, it would have been impossible for the eldest prince who was extremely self-respecting and hard-working to admit this matter.

But now, after years of settling, tormented by the regrets and shames of the past, and paralyzed by ale, it was not difficult to say such things.

However, it seemed strange that these words fell into the ears of Studus.

"Is it the same now?"

he asked.

Seiyad then took a deep breath.

His expression looked a little complicated.

For him, saying this once seemed to have reached the limit.

However, after hesitating for a moment, he realized that he was actually in a state of being broken.

I originally wanted to say these things.

Not to mention, the words are blurred now, so what are you hesitating about?

"Hmph ha ha ha ha ha ha."

Probably because of alcohol paralysis.

At this time, Sead couldn't control his emotions at all.

So, he suddenly laughed like that.

He didn't mean to be depressed at all, he just smiled like that.

But in the end, his voice dropped.

"oops……"

I don't know what he was lamenting.

In the end, the eldest prince of the Kingdom of Gitland bowed his head.

"Yes."

he opened his mouth to speak.

"I can't deny that at all."

Sead clutched his head.

"There's no way to deny it to your face."

He began to shake his body like a tumbler.

These are all actions he made while drunk.

To say it's weird would be flattering, because it looks like a total lunatic.

"I can't deny it!"

Finally, he yelled out loudly.

Theoretically speaking, this sound must be heard by those around.

However, just when Studdus's sober consciousness began to detect his surroundings, he found nothing.

The guards who should have existed were not attracted by the sound, and they still stood at the gate of the palace like sculptures.

As for those guards who theoretically did not give up their duties and patrolled the surrounding area, they did not rush over either.

Why is that?

Just when Studus was thinking this way, his already greatly strengthened perception had feedback.

"The breath of magic..."

Although there is no substantive evidence, he feels that his senses are the greatest evidence!

In this case, he had quick feedback.

But after realizing this, his body didn't feel any sense of crisis.

His own attainments in magic are not enough for him to directly trace this breath in place.

Not to mention directly distinguishing the utility and means of magic.

But it doesn't matter, he also has something that ordinary wizards don't have, but they dream of:

intuition!

But to be precise, it should be the perception of extraordinary power.

It's like seeing someone's figure in the eyes, and you can judge the identity of that person.

Although Studus himself was not a powerful wizard, this magical atmosphere was very familiar to him.

It's like seeing a familiar person getting dressed.

And soon, this magic breath gradually gathered in his mind into a black-robed figure.

"There……"

When Studus raised his head subconsciously, the memory impression in his mind gradually overlapped with reality.

The black-robed wizard was standing there.

"Sage."

His expression changed slightly.

How should I put it, stepping on the palace is not a good behavior after all, is it?

But at the same time, Studus clearly saw him put his finger up before his lips.

Is this to shut him up?

Of course not, this means keeping quiet.

But it can also be understood in another way.

"I see."

When he saw the sage appearing, Studus finally understood what the magic that suddenly appeared around him meant.

It was a barrier of silence that cuts out sound.

"Ugh."

At this moment, Studus couldn't help but sighed helplessly.

Then, he nodded.

"Thank you."

No matter what, this kind of thing cannot just be ignored.

Because there is no enchantment temporarily set by the sage, this scene is not good for other people to see.

"Shame."

Although Studus sighed so much, unconsciously, the corners of his mouth began to rise.

Then, he moved his gaze back to Sead.

At this moment, his eldest brother just lowered his head and kept panting.

Should I get him a glass of water now?

Just when Studus was thinking that, the eldest prince who seemed to be playing a drunken maniac before raised his head again.

"Don't you have anything to say?"

"I?"

"Ah."

"I……"

Studus couldn't help but elongated his tone, but soon, he shook his head helplessly.

"What can I say? I've done what I can."

And his words made Sead smile bitterly.

"That's right, you've already done what you can. In fact, I know that these are my own problems."

He knew that what Studus said was not wrong.

His brother has done what he can.

He realized the jealousy deep in his big brother's heart, so he didn't force anything.

Even later, he began to worry about whether his existence would cause trouble to the entire Gitland.

In the end, he chose to run away and leave.

It wasn't until the moment he left completely that his brother's inheritance was truly stabilized.

So now, what is he jealous of?

After all, it’s still what it used to be.

Personal ability, martial arts and the like.