Reformation of the Deadbeat Noble

firmly as a steel butterfly!

That was the vision of the Lindsay Family.
It was the only thing that could counter the Sky Sword.

And the fact that he was using it.

‘Ilya! You gave that guy pointers about the Sky Sword!’

Wheik!

Joshua Lindsay’s energy grew stronger.
A daunting and intense momentum spread from him, and it seemed as if it would dominate the entire hall.

The Lindsay family never stopped interacting and dueling with others.
It was to not let their skills go stagnant.

If other swordsmen gain something through their discussions, argumentative swordsmanship, and battles with other swordsmen, then the Lindsay Family, too, would gain a new meaning for the Sky Sword and would be able to strengthen it.

That was what the first lord Dion Lindsay said, so Joshua Lindsay had no intention of blaming Airn either.

And even if he did.

It would be the ancestor that he would blame, and not the young man.

With his eyes full of anger, he moved ahead.

“Haaaaa!”

“….!”

Airn’s eyes shone with strength.

The hand holding the sword, his core, and feet.
In fact, all the power he was able to exert was exerted to the fullest.

The sword, the aura, the spirits, and the Sword of Heart which was immaturely registered in his body.

Airn, who had all of them in his mind, brought them out and swung his sword with his mouth clenched.

Kwaaaang!

The sound of metal clashing around.

Only then did Joshua Lindsay, who was attacking, breathe.

“… this.”

There was a look of regret on his face.

He thought the kid was holding up pretty fine, so he increased his strength, but then he remembered about the fact that his daughter was too close to the guy, so he ended up using too much.

If he hadn’t pulled back in the end, it would have turned into a huge deal.

Of course, still, it wasn't something to take lightly.
Joshua looked at where Airn fell back with a stiff expression.

And a familiar voice from behind.

“Airn!”

“… daughter?”

Joshua was shocked.

Ilya, who was supposed to be resting, had suddenly appeared here!

However, even more important was that she called out Airn’s name first and not his.

“Airn, are you okay? Get a grip on yourself!”

“Uh…”

Airn just groaned as if he was on the verge of losing consciousness.

Joshua Lindsay knew that this wasn’t good.
He glared at the man who was on the ground.

Towards such a father, Ilya put on an absurd expression.

“Father? You were dueling?”

“Right…”

“No, why would you duel like this… no, Emma!”

Ilya Lindsay called for her escort, as if her father wasn’t important.

Emma Garcia came in quietly at the call.

“Don't say anything which will pour oil over the fire and stay silent.”

“…”

At the words of his Knight, Joshua stayed silent until Emma helped Airn up.

His daughter’s face, that was stained with worry, caught his eyes.

It was more serious than the face she had when she looked at him after two years.

“Airn, are you fine?”

“I am fine.
Really.”

“But…”

“I don’t even need an escort to support me.
I can walk fine.”

Airn Pareira got up after sitting down and standing up a couple of times to show he was stable.

After reassuring Ilya, he looked at Joshua Lindsay.

With dazzling eyes, he bowed his head.

“Thank you.
It was an amazing duel, and I learned a lot.”

“…”

“I am sorry, but maybe… could we do this again next time?”

“…”

“I have a reason to become strong.
Please.”

Airn Pareira bowed again.

Suddenly, Ilya mouthed to her father.

'Say Yes, father.’

After a brief pause, Joshua Lindsay answered with a frown.

“… yes.
Every day at 7, come here.”

“Thank you.
Thank you!”

“… you did good, Emma.”

“Yes.”

“I need rest.
Look after my daughter.”

With that, Joshua turned away.

His face was even stiffer than when he first looked at Airn.

And there were also his burning eyes.

The father thought, leaving behind his lovely daughter.

‘I thought they were close, but…’

Actually, Joshua Lindsay didn’t hate Airn Pareira.

He had heard from Emma.
Thanks to him, his daughter’s condition improved by a lot.

Ilya Lindsay, who was always anxious, nervous and obsessed, was able to smile brightly thanks to the young man.

That was a good thing, definitely a good thing.

But.

'Being more than a good friend, however… is a different matter.’

Hm.
Nothing like that should happen.

Joshua Lindsay nodded and looked back.

His daughter, no, he looked at the guy.

‘Asking for future duels?’

Fine!

They could do that!

But, don’t regret it now.
Because it would be a lot tougher than you could imagine.

‘I will show you hell.’

Ilya’s father’s anger burned hotter than anyone else's.
With a firm resolve, he clenched his fists.

At the same time.

Located in the deepest forest in the southern part of the continent, in a dark place.

The clown was waking up in a new body with which it slept, and it scratched at the mask with his fingers.

In front of him stood a man in a pure priestly uniform, which didn't go really well with the forest, making him stick out like a sore thumb.

And that man looked at the devil and said,

“I need help.”