My Daughter Left the Nest and Returned an S-Rank Adventurer Volume 9 [Complete] by MOJIKAKIYA

Author:MOJIKAKIYA
Language: eng
Format: epub

Chapter 120: Falka Crouched in the Corner

Falka crouched in the corner of the room, a fearful look on his face. Donovan, who had just firmly struck Falka with his sheathed blade, gave him a self-satisfied look as he tucked the sword back into his belt. “You fool... This is why you uncultured beastmen are so troublesome.”

“Are you done?” Francois asked Donovan, somewhat taken aback..

“Yes, you were a big help,” Donovan scoffed. “Many thanks.”

“I just did what I had to. I can’t have you causing trouble. It will reflect poorly on His Majesty... So what were you doing there? Do you have a grudge against those guys?”

Donovan dropped into a chair with a heavy thud. “It’s his sword. That large sword the red-haired man has—I wish it were mine. But this dunce let his bloodlust get the better of him... It’s gotten a bit complicated.”

Falka, restlessly hugging his knees, twitched as Donovan’s sharp glare fell upon him.

Francois crossed his arms and gathered his thoughts for a while. “Then, you need only request it from His Majesty. The red-haired man is the father of a woman who has wronged the prince.”

“Oh really...? Hmm...” Donovan rubbed his chin, his brow furrowed as he considered his options. For the time being, it seemed their interests aligned. He nodded. “Very well... Then I shall do so. Can you take us to him?”

“They seem to be plotting something, so I need to report to His Majesty regardless. Is there anything else I should be aware of?”

“When I arrived, there was something...strange floating in the air. I heard a voice say something about ‘Salazar.’ This Salazar seems to be their current destination.”

“That is concerning,” Francois said, his eyes narrowed. “I’ll need to make my report at once, then.”

Donning the coat he had only just removed, Francois made a swift exit from the room. The two Templars followed behind him. This was a chance for Francois to rack up some merits to his name, and yet, he wasn’t the least bit excited about it. It was like he was moving purely out of obligation; a strange listlessness seemed to have settled over his heart. His ambition, and even the vengeance he felt towards Angeline—whenever he wasn’t forcing himself to stew over these things, it all seemed so inconsequential to him.

“Am I proud of the work I do?” Hold your tongue, you lowly adventurer...

Even just remembering Belgrieve’s face irritated him. And yet, this irritation may have just been a pretense to feel anything when his heart was otherwise completely stony. Everything he did felt like an excuse. Revenge, advancement—he wondered if these weren’t simply just an excuse to keep on living at all.

No, that’s wrong. It’s precisely for that reason that I seek to gain power. Once I’m stronger, I’m sure my perceptions will change. I won’t have to be frustrated with my powerless self, and I won’t be mocked by mere adventurers any longer.

Francois told himself this as he purposely added some vigor to his steps, further pumping himself up.

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