She Decided Not To Get Revenge

Luke Mandera’s magic was so weird just a day ago that Miro confessed lying down in excruciating agony. It was a kind of enchantment that shouldn’t have existed in the first place. 

It was unimaginable.

It was impossible to establish, and it didn’t work. But how can Luke deny it outright? Luke is a human.

Furthermore, the older brother is also a human. One can learn as much as they want about oneself if one keeps note of where they were born and how they lived.

To begin with, the Mandera’s came from an aristocratic family, so learning about the son’s life would not have been difficult. Miro was perplexed by this information. However, a voice interrupted Miro’s thoughts at that moment.

Isaac Mandera replied to Shaurillin’s consolation after a long hesitation.

“No, Luke is the one who is performing that role. Luke, one of the four assistants, will be in charge of Duchess Agreta’s “unofficial work”. Your Excellency may not believe such nonsense about a child of that age. I’m telling you because I think you should know, now that you’ve returned.”

Then he added carefully.

“He has a magical ability that goes beyond this phenomenon.”

***

In time for Katlena’s departure, Luke went out to greet Katlena in front of her mansion. 

Katlena, dressed well and upon exiting the mansion, gave the kid a warm grin as a greeting. 

Luke, Katlena’s single aide, asked her how she was, respectfully reaching out to her and appearing to be an escort.

“Last night was quite cold. Are you alright?”

“Of course, Luke. I’m more worried about you.”

“I’m just like usual.”

“You’re saying it wasn’t okay.”

“I think it’s gotten better enough.”

Luke greeted Sia Brughwig, who arrived shortly after, with a bright smile.

“Sia, I am looking forward to working with you today.”

“Good morning, Luke.”

Sia, along with Merlin Newtide, Lazian Minral, and Luke Mandera, was one of Katlena’s four assistants, and she returned a smile as pleasant as Luke’s greeting. 

Because Luke was unable to assist Katlena with administrative matters, Merlin Newtide and Sia Brughwig took turns serving as secretaries on the day he stood by her.

She was as good as Lazian Minral in terms of administrative ability, while having the least notable appearance of the four aides. 

She asked carefully, lowering her quiet gray eyes as usual, her two-pronged braids loosely hanging brown hair that appeared flaky and crumbly.

“I’m sure they’re here today, the exploration minister, I mean.”

With an uneasy smile, Luke avoided answering the wind wizard Sia Brughwig’s question. 

Katlena Agreta, as usual, merely softly refined her mouth with a calm and unflustered face, but she made no suggestions. Luke’s position was the only thing that was problematic.

“I’m sorry in advance.” Luke Mandera’s sigh had little effect on Sia Brughwig. 

She returned her eyes after observing Katlena’s reaction, as if she merely needed to appear calm and inconsequential. In fact, they had to pick up the news that Isaac Mandera had hurriedly concluded his trip and returned to the city as they reached the streets of the government office shortly after. 

Early on, Luke crept into the administrator, his face concerned.

Luke’s concern, on the other hand, manifested itself in an unexpected way. It was because the older brother, who Luke had assumed would meet him in front of Katlena’s workplace, did not arrive until after lunch.

According to administrative authorities who went by from time to time to report, they appeared to visit the administrative office as soon as the day arrived, but Katlena returned before entering the government office for whatever reason. 

And Luke was humiliated by the incident. Unfortunately, Luke was well aware that his brother was not the type to wait until Duchess Agreta had turned on the light.

Isaac Mandera had to have had a strong cause to return early rather than wait until Katlena’s rush hour. He was a man who was fussy about public and private affairs, yet he was basically persistent. Perhaps there was an issue with the exploring hall. 

He may have returned to his place as soon as the excavation job was concluded due to undiscovered achievements or difficulties from the excavation activity. 

While Luke was wary of the circumstance because it was so out of the ordinary, Katlena Agreta had a different perspective.

The exploration minister, Isaac Mandera, arrived as soon as the sun rose. 

Concerns regarding Katlena Agreta’s use of Luke Mandera as a murder weapon, as well as her younger brother’s pathological blind devotion to her. 

A little sorrow and regret that the person who caused it all might be himself, but past decisions cannot be undone. 

If Katlena Agreta had known him, he would have waited for her to appear so he could warn Luke Mandera against being placed in public situations. 

‘Did they offer to return later to remedy the explorer’s situation, as Luke and others might have guessed?’

Katlena Agreta, who had just finished her work in her office, cast a sidelong glance at the brightly colored door. 

The door that leads to another room, rather than the door that leads to the outside of the corridor. 

A picture-perfect smile developed around her mouth and then vanished. 

She refined her inorganic mouth with her fingertips for a minute after the made-up smile, and Katlena was preoccupied with a short but infinite thought.

That’s how it’s always been. Katlena Agreta was always the only one who could make him cry and laugh. Throughout her life, just the thought of him was relevant. 

That’s how much she adored and despised him. Everything becomes meaningless after a while.

She will treat him with kindness and sweetness. As if he wants to be given at least as much as he had before. At least, that’s how it appears to others. Dramatically, in order for her to be evaluated as if she were embracing him.

So, she believes she gathered enough information. 

‘Shaurillin, how far will you go to find answers?’ Katlena Agreta smiled inside, her face expressionless, as she pondered the questions that had arisen.

She distorted her black eyes a little and then rearranged the new paper after a brief moment of thoughtlessness. While stroking the corners of her mouth with the tip of her finger to ensure they do not dry up again. At the conclusion of the metal nip, there was a sound of tearing and kicking. She sealed it so that the large first spelling would flow like water.

Agreta. Agreta. Agreta.

Now only one of her.

Agreta.

***

While sealing the documents, Shaurillin Inborgia was tapping the tip of the flag pen on the pen holder at regular intervals. 

had no choice but to watch nervously at the lord, who had started early in the morning and was sometimes so lost in meditation. 

Shaurillin is unlikely to postpone work. 

His work speed has increased now that he has fully accustomed to the present system, therefore he would not have accrued work simply because he looked away for a few moments. 

However, Isaac Mandera’s morning objective was to humiliate even Miro, whom he was proud to have experienced many forms of magic himself. Miro couldn’t imagine what Shaurillin was thinking when they both heard about it.

Miro was rubbing his fingertips together uncomfortably and eventually got out of his seat. 

Rather than persuading Shaurillin to return to work, he flung open the terrace door and rolled up the curtains from window to window, allowing sunlight and wind to flood the office.

Then he became concerned about a pleasant herbal tea and sneaked it in front of the mindful lord. 

Miro, on the other hand, pulled the documents out in front of Shaurillin and proceeded to classify and organize them in greater detail. The plan was to take precautions ahead of time so that Shaurillin could return to work more effectively.

Shaurillin, who is sensitive to resignation, expressed her gratitude to Miro Rosway almost immediately.

After putting down the flag pen, he softly tapped his fingertips on the surface and placed his finger on the teacup. In his thoughts, he was already replaying his talk with Isaac Mandera.

“Luke wasn’t originally a wizard.” Isaac Mandera said so. Suspiciously.

“After he died, he obtained a dramatic second life with the help of the Duchess of Agreta, and suddenly became such a scary wizard; I can’t tell you what happened to my brother in detail, but Luke followed her abnormally after that, and recovered with that abnormal talent.”

The young exploration minister moaned and hid his face in his hands, sipping a few sips of Miro’s calming tea and grinding his teeth as if in pain. 

This is where his explanation comes to an end.

“She must be Luke’s savior, as she is unquestionably, but she doesn’t want Luke to be part of Katlena Agreta’s inhumane “unofficial labor”, because he’s still young, and that’s how he deserves it. It’s even worse if you become an amazing wizard in an unnatural form and work as an assistant. Before Luke’s brother, this was also a notion as a household owner. In any case, as someone who cares about Luke, I want to express my displeasure to Katlena Agreta. Even if there is a loud noise in the adjacent room, I ask for your patience.”

Isaac Mandera’s mind was clear to Miro. It was apparent why he arrived so early in the morning.

Isaac Mandera cannot force his younger brother to join Katlena until he demands, but he hopes that she would not choose Luke Mandera as an aide in public.

He doesn’t want Katlena Agreta’s unofficial job to be associated with his younger brother’s name, who is unaware that it is more of a murder duchess? Furthermore, They have serious doubts that all of that allegiance came from an unnatural source.

If the scenario itself cannot be avoided, I would like to at least avoid the consequences in the future.

Shaurillin paused for a minute before sending Isaac Mandera back for the time being. 

Of course, there were numerous reasons for his return, as well as varied goals. 

However, explaining all of the aims to Isaac Mandera was not natural. 

He explained persuasion in a way he could comprehend. While maintaining a sufficiently affectionate and obstinate attitude to soothe the heart.