"Deborah! It's dangerous!"
The moment Duke Seymour blocked the black flames that shot me with his whole body, I don't know why I suddenly remembered a scene from my dream.
-If there is a next life, I want you to be my daughter.
The Duke of Seymour and the first owner of the family, Mirju Seymour, must be a completely different person.
-Even the pathetic personality, which has receded, will be somewhat neutralized if the cold snake blood flows.
At Mirju Seymour's blunt remarks, Nyla laughed happily even as she approached her death. She had no family, so his words sounded more affectionate.
-If a father is a deep-hearted and caring person like the Archmage, then the daughter must be happy.
-You're the only one who says I'm kind. Anyways... I'm going to...
'It's true that you were kind. Father.'
Maybe it's because of the arms that hug me desperately, I feel nauseous.
Surrounded by the hot body temperatures, I hugged Duke Seymour's body tightly and raised the divine power inside to the best of my ability.
'Please...'
Soon, a pure white membrane was improvised around me.
For a brief moment, I earnestly prayed that my father would be safe.
Whoo!
"...uh?!"
I was a little embarrassed as I clenched my teeth desperately hoping that Duke Seymour would withstand the poisonous blaze.
This is because my vision suddenly changed, and before I knew it I and Duke Seymour were safely moved to the rear of the army.
"Ee, Isidor?"
In that brief moment, Isidor hugged me and my father at the same time and cast Blink, a short-distance movement magic.
'Ah, Isidor was also watching me.'
When the poisonous blaze was shot in the direction I was standing, Isidor and Duke Seymour moved their bodies at the same time, and the timing seemed to be right.
"Duke Seymour. Are you okay?"
"Uh uh... yes."
My father was just as embarrassed as me.
"Really, I'm glad to hear that."
Isidor smiled faintly with a relieved face.
"Oh, thank you. The Duke of Visconti. I owe you one last time. Hmm!"
The father, who stiffened his shoulders in the posture of being hugged by Isidor, couldn't resist the benefactor and murmured, rolling his eyes awkwardly.
"No words. I just did what I had to do."
In the midst of this, Isidore, who answered in a polite voice, summoned a long sword with a new blue blade and quickly disappeared from his sight.
Behind the back of the 4th Empress, who was pouring out random attacks, Isidore, who had disappeared, appeared.
As if he was dealing with a reaper with a scythe, he warped on the back of a demon dragon and exhaled a dazzling sword energy that made his eyes shiver.
