Robenhaaf turned her head slowly.

She discovered someone on the street, her blue eyes widening.

“Ah, don’t be alarmed.”

She looked like a noble’s child, a lovely little girl dressed in an elegant child’s dress.

The wide headband she wore on her neat bobbed hair was endearing.

It must have taken quite some courage for her to stand in front of Robenhaaf, as wrinkles formed in the rich hem she tightly held with both hands.

Her round, silvery eyes looked straight at Robenhaaf.

“It’s someone I know.”

“…….”

Liche said nothing, her heart aflutter at the sight of Robenhaaf, who seemed as though she might freeze her on the spot.

A shiver seemed to pass through Robenhaaf’s aura, only visible to Liche’s eyes.

The basement of the Gerwer Duke’s past residence. The ability to freeze the maid and servant who were trying to take her away in an instant.

The moment Liche saw that boy’s ability, she was certain.

‘He’s one of the people who came to the basement at that time. The future Duke of Hibetzman.’

Why had the three dukes come to find her all at once at that time?

A brief question arose, but now was not the time to think deeply about it.

“Leave that person alone. I beg you.”

“…….”

Robenhaaf still said nothing.

Deon, too. Had the abilityusers conspired not to respond to her words?

When would she be able to have a proper conversation with the abilityusers? Liche sighed inwardly as she stepped forward.

[Want to fight?]

From over Liche’s shoulder, Pythons asked in an excited tone.

[Great! Those remnants are no more than a baby’s palm strength to me! Show them your monsterlike ability!]

The shock of Liche being a being beyond his common sense seemed momentarily forgotten in the excitement of facing an abilityuser.

‘Captain.’

Meanwhile, the estate guards who were watching exchanged glances.

Liche, the young lady, walking toward Hibetzman’s son, an abilityuser.

Though they were two with tremendous power, the great star, and Lertium, no one could recognize them.

The combination of a child and a squirrel only seemed weak.

This was indeed an emergency.

‘No.’

Captain Shoga found something and signaled.

‘Wait.’

Meanwhile, Liche’s mind was noisy with Pythons’ cheers.

[Use my power all you want! Crush him!]

‘I’m not trying to fight but talk[Dash].’

“Ah!”

Walking with a bounce, Liche’s foot shot up[Dash], and she rose.

“Hey, there!”

As her small body fell backward, Robenhaaf entered Liche’s view.

Flushed cheeks, an utterly bewildered expression, and a figure running toward her, reaching out[Dash].

Was she trying to catch her? But it was clear that she would fall first. If only Deon were not absent. Otherwise, she might hear that she had become dull again…….

“……?”

Expecting to fall on her bottom, Liche closed her eyes, but instead of pain, she floated into the air.

Her posture stabilized. Someone’s solid chest, now a somewhat familiar faint cologne smell.

“Liche.”

A calm bass voice calling her name.

Liche, realizing the situation, quickly lifted her head. Blake’s red eyes were looking at her. She was in Blake’s arms.

“Ah, Dad.”

A cold sweat ran down. Blake had told her to stick closely to Jedd.

What would he think now?

He might think of her as an annoying child. Maybe she disappointed Blake.

Blake, his daughter’s head complicated with worry, stroked her hair and said.

“You’ve come quite far. Are you hurt?”

“……No.”

Liche nodded her head.

Blake looked at his daughter and inwardly sighed in relief.

As soon as the Duke of Hibetzman left the Ludwik residence, Blake took a carriage down to the city.

While heading straight to the costume room, he heard a loud explosion and stopped the carriage.

Then, to find out what had happened, he went into the alley and witnessed a scene that made him doubt his eyes.

A street where everything, including pedestrians, was frozen, the wolves of Serdiya, Hibetzman’s son, and……

‘……Liche?’

Liche, slipping as she walked toward Robenhaaf.
It was fortunate that I had arrived; otherwise, Liche would have almost fallen on the cold floor.

Blake’s eyes swept over the surrounding structure. The escort hidden behind the lord’s unusual gaze flinched.

‘But.’

Blake turned his head to the front and looked at Robenhalf, who was standing in an awkward posture.

Normally, he would have approached cheerfully and explained the situation, saying, “Hello, Your Grace.”

But why was he so pale? It’s easier to ask than to think.

“Robenhalf. Why are you here alone? Where’s Duke Hivetzman?”

“Ah, Duke Lodwik.”

Only then did Robenhalf, who had come to his senses, give a formal greeting to the Duke.

Then he explained the situation, smiling as usual.

“My father said he was going to buy a gift for my mother on the way back. I was separately sightseeing on the street, and suddenly a horse was running towards me. And then behind that were the wolves of Duke Serbiya. It seemed like your family’s designer was being kidnapped, so I froze for a moment…….”