“Are you not going to scold me?”

“Why would I scold you?”

Conrad replied to Otto’s question as if he didn’t understand what he meant.

“My grandson took care of that guy Kujo, you know?”

“What?”

“Hahaha!”

It seemed that Conrad hated Kujo.

However, he couldn’t touch Javier and Kujo because there was no successor.

“Now that you have taken care of Kujo, this old man is very happy!”

“Hahaha… Hahaha…”

“You did very well!”

“Thank you for your kind words… Hehehe.”

“That’s right! Well then, I’ll leave now, so take care of your hangover properly. Don’t throw up, you rascal.”

“….”

“Drink moderately from now on!”

Conrad glanced at the vomit Otto had thrown up, chuckled, and then left.

“Thank goodness.” Camille said to Otto.

“I thought he would give you a tongue-lashing, but it went smoothly.”

“Yes, I didn’t expect that as well….”

“By the way, what are you going to do now?”

“You mean?”

“Javier and Kujo won’t stay quiet.”

“I guess so.” Otto nodded.

“They must be trembling with anger by now. Furious?”

“You stirred up a hornet’s nest… Can you handle the consequences?”

“Did I stir it up? It was that b**tard Kairos who did it.”

“Well, that may be true but…”

“It doesn’t matter.”

Otto cut him off.

“We have to deal with the consequences anyway. An unexpected accident happened, but we need to respond well.”

“You need to be careful.”

“Of course. Let’s put that aside for now and go for a duel.”

“Again today? You seem to be suffering from a hangover, maybe you should rest for today…”

“I have to. there was an unexpected accident, but I have to respond well.”

“If I rest just because my stomach feels bad, when will I become stronger?”

“Well, that’s true, but…”

“Be honest with me.”

Otto narrowed his eyes and stared at Camille.

“You’re letting me rest so you can train alone and catch up to me, aren’t you?”

“No…?”

Camille felt embarrassed inwardly, but tried to act as if it wasn’t true.

“I admit that Your Highness has become stronger in a short period of time. But you still have a long way to go to catch up to me.”

“Is that so?”

“I assure you. I will show you the difference between Your Highness and me.”

“Fine.”

So, despite his lingering hangover – in fact, he was still halfway drunk – Otto overcame it and reluctantly went to the training grounds to spar with Camille.

‘If I want to get stronger quickly, I have to grit my teeth and work hard.’

The key is to improve the proficiency of the “Invincible sword technique.”

There was no time to waste, especially with a great sparring partner like Camille.

“Ready?”

“Whenever you are.”

And so the sparring begins.

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.
.
After only 10 minutes into the spar.

Auto vomited heavily, and collapsed on the training ground, his insides turned upside down as a result of vigorous movements while struggling with his hangover.

[Tsk tsk tsk. Such a weakling.]

‘What the hell you say?!’

[Back in my day, I used to train all night, sleep for only an hour, and then go to the battlefield!]

“Don’t act like an old geezer and just shut up! It’s all because of you! Ugh!”

Otto vowed to never let Kairos make him drink again, twice.

***

Meanwhile, Javier’s eyes were burning with anger due to the incident that happened last night.

“How dare that b**tard… my son!!!”

Kujo, who came in after being beaten, was in a terrible state.

Half of his facial bones were broken, his nose was completely crushed, and over 10 teeth were broken.

That is also to ‘The guy who doesn’t know where he came from’ who threatens the successor’s position.

“Oh, father….”

Kujo, with bandages wrapped around his face, weakly spoke to Javier.

“That guy… he’s a demon… a demon….”

“What…?”

“I saw it… a demon standing in the middle of hell… heh… heeheehee!!!”

Kujo had a seizure like a mentally ill person, still unable to come to his senses due to being overwhelmed by the horror of Emperor Kairos’ illusion.

“Snap out of it! You! Snap out of it!”

“Eek! Aaaahhhh!”

“Damn it!”

Javier exploded in anger as Kujo suffered from PTSD.

‘Just how strong is he?’

At the same time, I also had doubts.

Kujo was a skilled magic swordsman, as he had been designated as the next successor of the Koutachi family.

Although he was evaluated as the weakest among previous successors, he was never someone who could be easily subdued by a rootless bumpkin.

“Well… that’s right… there’s no way a useless guy could have opened the sanctuary…. I’ll give that… but that’s it. Do you think the one who made my son like this will get away with it?”

Javier muttered to himself and immediately went down to the basement.

The basement of Javier’s mansion had a very secretive research facility where all sorts of terrible magic and biological experiments were carried out.

Javier went to the place where he kept the most dangerous and terrible objects in the laboratory and took out a black lamp.

<Oh, one who is darker than darkness… one who descend with the twilight….>

Javier recited a spell.

-Ssss!

A black mist spewed out of the lamp and formed into one shape.

-Did you call me…?

“Kruger… the specter of assassination….”

-Whoever wishes for someone’s death… Who did you want me to kill?

“Kill a man named Otto de Scuderia.”

-Tonight… your wish will come true….

The black mist named ‘Kruger’ spoke these words and disappeared from the experiment lab through a ventilation duct.

“Hehehe… you’re dead dog….”

Javier smirked with a sinister smile.

“The price for touching my son can only be death… Hahahaha!”

Javier had no doubt that the assassination of Otto would be successful.

Kruger, the specter of death, was the one Javier had prepared to assassinate Conrad.

Conrad, as the head of the household, had been spared due to the slim chance of success, but Otto was a different story.

He thought. As an inexperienced rookie, Otto was deemed capable of being assassinated by Kruger.

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