The stars and moon were dark, and the night was still dark.
It was drizzling.
Eight-cloud Ink sat on a tree in the garden, holding an umbrella and looking at the mountains in the distance that were blurry in the night rain.
A thin layer of mist appeared on the ground in the rain.
Listening to the sound of the rain, Eight-cloud Ink played with a small wooden carving in his hand without an umbrella.
It was one of the many wooden carvings he made in the Realm of Elemental Spirits when he was separated from Ashina for a few years.
It was exactly how Ashina looked like when she was still in SAO, wearing the Knights of the Blood uniform.
"What are you doing here?"
Louise's voice came from under the tree.
Looking down, the girl looked at Eight-cloud Ink curiously in the drizzle.
"I couldn't find you anywhere!"
Putting away the wooden carving, Eight-cloud Ink jumped down from the tree and covered Louise with the umbrella in his hand.
"Why did you come out without an umbrella?"
"It's not raining that hard anyway!" Louise blushed a little.
"Still, don't be like this."
Eight-cloud Ink reached out and gently placed his hand on Louise's shoulder, and the escaping daemon power evaporated the girl's rain-soaked clothes.
"You're a pure mage, and you can't compare to those who practice martial arts. You'll catch a cold easily."
"It's all because you're biased!"
Louise rolled her eyes at Eight-cloud Ink, pouted, and stomped her feet.
"Every time I ask you to teach me the martial arts that Shesta learned, you don't want to!"
After Louise saw the martial arts that Shesta learned from Eight-cloud Ink, she found that the moves were graceful when used, like dancing, and she had been clamoring to learn.
"Didn't I tell you? As a user of 'Nothingness', your talent in magic is actually very high. It would be a waste if you switched to martial arts. "
"I don't care, I don't care! You're biased! "Louise shook her head, and her peach-colored hair hit Eight-cloud Ink's chest.
After that, the little girl lowered her head again and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito, "Isn't it just that my chest isn't as big as that maid's …"
Louise crossed her hands in front of her chest, feeling a little inferior. She subconsciously puffed out her chest, and Yakumo couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"What are you laughing at? Don't laugh! "
"Okay, okay, I won't laugh …"
"You're still laughing!!"
After a while, Louise quieted down. "By the way, when we were chatting earlier, Shesta mentioned that her family has a family heirloom that her grandfather brought over from the other world. We thought you might know something about it, so we came looking for you."
"Heirloom?"
"Yeah, I heard that it's a steel dragon that can fly in the sky!"
A steel dragon that could fly in the sky?
That's probably a plane, right? Eight-cloud Ink thought.
Looking at Eight-cloud Ink's expression, Louise had an "I knew it" look on her face. "Yakun, you know what that is, don't you?"
"More or less, but I still need to see the real thing to be sure."
"Really? That's great, come quickly! I'll let Shesta explain it to you! "
Louise was very interested in the otherworld's products. It was unknown if she did it intentionally or not, but she held Eight-cloud Ink's hand and walked towards the residence.
⑧
After his mother's Water Mana Poison was cured, Tabasa regained the name Sherlock.
As thanks, Sherlock invited everyone to stay at her house.
As it was still the holidays, they didn't have anything to do, so they stayed.
Sherlock loved to read. Every time Eight-cloud Ink saw her, she would be quietly reading a Mana Skills book.
She was similar to Patrice in this aspect.
As Sherlock's house had a large collection of books, Patrice didn't have much objection to staying there.
To Patrice, it was fine as long as she had books to read. If she could taste desserts, it would be perfect.
After staying at Sherlock's house for a few days, Sheffield came looking for her.
Besides her, the King of Gallia, Joseph, who had the title of "Incompetent King", also came to Sherlock's house.
Towards Joseph's arrival, the young girls displayed a strong hostility.
Sherlock's mother was frightened and angry, and she tried to stop Joseph from entering.
After these few days of interaction, everyone knew about the grudge between Sherlock and her uncle Joseph.
Her father's murderer.
Though Sherlock didn't have the intention to avenge her father, Joseph and the nobles arranged various dangerous characters for Sherlock in an attempt to kill the young lady in order to prevent future trouble.
After a long standoff at the door, the young ladies agreed to let Joseph and Sheffield in. As for the guards that Joseph brought, they were all refused entry.
As the ruler of a country, Joseph would never agree to such a request. But this time, he gladly agreed.
"You really have guts. You actually dared to come here."
In the spacious living room, Eight-cloud Ink sat on the sofa and smiled at Joseph, who was sitting opposite her.
"Haha, I'm the" Incompetent King ". Even if I leave the Royal Capital, it won't matter." Joseph, who had the same blue hair as Sherlock and even his beard was blue, laughed boldly.
"Yakun! What's there to say to such a person? Why do you have to get involved with this guy?! "
Louise, who was sitting beside Eight-cloud Ink, tugged at his sleeve and snorted angrily.
"He's Sherlock's enemy!"
Eight-cloud Ink patted Louise's small hand and signaled her to calm down.
Louise turned her head away angrily.
Sherlock and Patrice, who were sitting on the other side of Eight-cloud Ink, lowered their heads to read their books, as though they didn't care about Joseph's arrival.
The other young ladies stood behind the sofa with different expressions.
Chuluk's eyes flickered, while Tifania and Sheesta looked worried.
As for Sherlock's mother, she had already left.
She really didn't want to see Joseph's face.
"What do you think of my proposal? I need the Divine Seal. What do you want in exchange for letting it go? "
The young ladies weren't surprised by Eight-cloud Ink's words.
When Joseph arrived, Eight-cloud Ink told them his plan.
Although they didn't understand why Eight-cloud Ink wanted to collect four Divine Seals, they didn't ask.
"This really makes things difficult for me …"
Joseph leaned forward slightly with his fingers interlocked in front of him.
"After all, Sheffield is my favorite subordinate."
"Lord Joseph …" Hearing Joseph's words, Sheffield looked at his master with tears in his eyes.
[Tsk, this Familiar is really in deep trouble …]
Seeing Sheffield like this, Eight-cloud Ink shook his head inwardly.
"Name your conditions."
"Straightforward, then I'll be frank …"
Joseph slightly narrowed his eyes.
"I want — — the rumored martial arts that you taught to a commoner maid! And the otherworld's magical knowledge! "
As expected.
Eight-cloud Ink laughed inwardly.
In fact, he had already guessed what kind of conditions Joseph would put forward if he agreed to it.
"Are you sure you want martial arts? That kind of thing can shake the foundation of your world's aristocracy. "
"You don't have to worry about it, Mister Yakumo!"
Joseph laughed out loud.
Eight-cloud Ink turned to Patrice and asked, "Sister Yakumo, it's fine if I give him some magic books, right?"
"It's fine."
Patrice didn't even raise her head.
"Anyway, the ones I gave you before were copies. I have the original copies."
For Patrice, the books that Eight-cloud Ink wanted to give out were nothing.
After obtaining the consent of the true owner of the magic books, Eight-cloud Ink opened a gap.
Joseph and Sheffield looked curiously at the crack that had opened up.
Eight-cloud Ink took out a few books and placed them in front of Joseph.
"These are some magic theory books from our world. The other one is about martial arts."
Joseph casually flipped through it and put it down with a frown.
"Mister Yakumo, I don't understand the words on it."
"That's not a problem."
Eight-cloud Ink pointed at Joseph.
Sheffield subconsciously wanted to step forward to stop him, but he was stopped by Joseph.
He looked at Eight-cloud Ink without any hesitation.
From this point, he had the demeanor of a king.
A golden light shot from Eight-cloud Ink's finger to Joseph's forehead.
A language that he had never seen before appeared in Joseph's mind.
Soon after, he found that he could understand it.
Joseph picked up the martial arts book and read, "《Qian Ti Dao Sutra》?"
"That's right. That's the name of the martial art. The creator of this martial art is known as the 'Swimming Coach' in our world and is revered by tens of thousands of people. Rumor has it that after mastering this martial art, one can unleash a powerful ultimate move. "
"Oh? What's that? "Joseph asked with interest.
Eight-cloud Ink chuckled, "True Mysteries of the Dao · Airplane Strike! Even the dragons in the sky can be struck down. "
Joseph exclaimed in admiration. The girls didn't understand but felt that it was awesome.
Only Patrice lowered her head. It took her a lot of effort to not laugh out loud.
Of course, although the name of this 《Qian Ti Dao Sutra》 sounded a little off, the martial arts in it were genuine without any discount. Thus, there was no problem of deception.
"Alright, you've gotten what you wanted. It's my turn now. Don't worry. Although I'll take away the Divine Mark from Sheffield, the relationship between you and her as a tamed demon will not be severed."
"Go ahead." Joseph put down the book in his hand, "I'm also very curious. How will Mister Yakumo accomplish this?" If you like this work, you are welcome to come and vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users, please read it at M.)
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