The Count Family's Young Master
Chapter 52 - "Greet him" (3)

"Valias! Missed you!!!" Wistar hugged Valias. Who just finished dressing and fixing themselves. Wistar's embrace made his clothes fall apart again.

"Prince?" Valias was drowning in confusion.

Wistar sneered. "About? We haven't been apart for a long time and you've forgotten my request?"

Valias raises his eyebrows. Before remembering and understanding the meaning of Wistar.

"Wissy." he said. Wistar immediately smiled widely.

"Come to the palace." - Smile.

Valias raises eyebrows. Feeling confused. "For what?"

Wistar grinned. "Someone I want to show you."

Valias still had a sense of wonder. But Wistar had already withdrawn his hand. Make Valias' two fingers flank a piece of paper. The paper was torn by Wistar and without anyone can prevent him he is no longer in his room. Leaving Alister speechless with her expressionless face.

Valias opened his eyes and saw himself in a familiar place.

A gate. Which makes him able to see the appearance of a hill that became the residence of a group.

"Come on." Wistar grabbed Valias' hand and pulled her away with him.

There are several knights of Adelard's residence. They saw the figure of Wistar and bowed their bodies. Wistar waved with a charismatic smile. The knights were also aware of Valias' existence. The color of her hair is easy to attract anyone.

"Where's Dylan?"

"Young master Dylan was in the reading room." a male servant replied as he bowed his body. The style of the dress reminds Valias of Reuben.

Wistar nodded. Say thank you with a big smile. Returning Valias' hand towards a place. Indicates that Wistar has often been to the residence of Adelard to know all the intricacies of the building.

Valias saw a door. The door was opened by Wistar. Showing the view inside. A circle shaped room. High standing shelves stick to the wall and store books neatly lined up on a multi-storey wooden selving.

"Dylan!" Wistar's call made a teenage boy who was half sitting on the edge of the table turned his head. A wrinkle appeared on his forehead. Showing a disturbed face. The teenager immediately took himself off the table. Go to a window.

"Where are you going???" Wistar looked at Dylan who was stomping his feet on the window frame. As if he was going through there.

"Dylan!!" Wistar exclaimed to release Valias' hand. Run up to the black-haired teenager.

"You want to run????"

"Shut your mouth."

"You must come with us!!"

"We?" Dylan frowned not understanding. Then he lifted his face. Looking at the figure of Valias who was still standing in front of the door.

Valias was also still too flabbergasted by what had happened. Can only stand in his place watching the commotion of Wistar. He realized Dylan was looking at him. Slowly Valias gave a small greeting smile.

From a distance Valias saw Dylan turning towards Wistar. Giving a look of dislike but Wistar was grinning and finally Dylan sighed.

"Valias will come too?" tanyakanya.

Wistar nodded. "Really, right. He's going to come along. That's why you have to come along too" she said seductively.

Dylan looks lazy. But then look towards Valias. With a sour face nodding at Wistar.

Wistar gave two sheets of paper to Dylan and Valias. Then grin. Valias breathed in his heart. There was no choice but to follow the young prince Hayden's words.

Simultaneously, they tore the parchment in their hands. Makes them move to a large area. With a footing in the form of thin sandy flat soil. The area is not covered. But it's surrounded by high walls, as well as weapons racks. Next to the shelves was a fighting doll. Dolls from sacks and stuffed with straw.

Valias' attention was drawn to the figure of the young man in casual clothes. Hand holding a sword. He was swinging at the straw doll in front of him. Make scratches, and cuts. In a short time the straw doll was already made in a truncated state. No longer has the appearance of its original form. Pieces of straw tie were falling nearby.

The young man twirled the sword in his hand. Playing that sharp blade with both hands. He was just about to swing it once more, cutting off the last piece of the puppet. But then realized the presence of a group of people on the side of the training area that was only filled by him.

He frowned. I know who made the other two there. "Wissy." He grumbled.

"They should see you using a sword! This is a rare opportunity!" ngotak Wistar's. Stretching both hands makes for a dramatic pose.

Dylan stayed in his place. It had been a long time since Frey had swung his sword. The sword that was already a treasure descended down the Nardeen royal family. But in Frey's hands, the sword seemed even more radiant.

In Frey's hands, the sword was able to cut through even the densest straw doll. Frey is a good fighter. He was more silent in the room taking care of the royal documents but that did not make his sword talent dull at all.

His Excellency Frey Nardeen is a genius. Dylan made the crown prince Hayden his role model.

Frey approached the three people standing at the side of the training area. Two of them are the same height. The other one is shorter. Be the shortest of all.

Frey closed his eyes to Valias. Seeing the young man's clean and tidy appearance made Frey involuntarily sigh in relief.

He had not known Valias for long and in that short interval he had seen Valias bleed three times. If Frey sees the man bleeding again, Frey thinks he's going crazy.

He opened his mouth. "How does Wistar kidnap you so you don't have a chance to resist?"

Valias raised his eyebrows accepting the question. I don't understand how he should respond. He puts his shoulders.

When Wistar asked him to hold a paper, Valias simply complied without thinking of anything. Before he could think, the paper had been torn and he was already at the Adelard residence where Dylan lived with the paper-tearner. There was no choice when he was once again handed parchment paper by Wistar. Which brings him to Frey's.

Valias talk. "I don't think you're good at using swords."

Frey remained silent. His eyes widened slightly before snorting. "I'm more talented than you think."

Valias gave a nod in agreement.

"Dylan! Since it's already here let's duel." Wistar grinned at Dylan. (a/n: the urge make naro emot thumbs in this section)

Dylan frowned. "With this outfit?"

"I'll lend you clothes! Come fast!"

Dylan pouted. But then followed Wistar's invitation. Approaching the nearest gun rack. Take the sword from there.

The two teenagers were standing in the middle of the arena. While Valias and Frey watch from the sidelines.

Wistar called for aba-aba and the two teenagers immediately shared the attack. The duel was more nimble than the duel between Danial and Kafin that Valias had previously witnessed. The duel between the two teenagers in front of him was full of movement. Not just swinging the sword and twitching but also jumping and pressing.

Wistar ran and made a repulsion. Jumping so high that his feet were fifty centimeters above the ground. Both of his hands were banging his sword blade with Dylan's blade positioned horizontally over the face by the holder.

"Playing very energetic as always." Frey sighed while folding both hands in front of the chest. The sword is still in his other hand.

Not long after, Wistar smirked. Making a repulsion jump away from Dylan. "Enough, Dylan."

When he said enough, the appearance of the two was already in a mess. Insignia who was in Wistar's clothes was looking to and fro. Her hair was wet and her forehead had sweat grains. His breathing was huge and created air vapors from his mouth. Shoulder up and down and chest of fireworks deflated. The nose and mouth are both used to attract oxygen.

Dylan was in the same situation. Two hands rested on the end of the sword hilt whose blade tip was thrust to the ground. His clothes shifted vest and his damp white clothes made everyone able to see the shape of the body behind the cloth that had turned transparent.

Valias looked at Dylan's messy appearance from a distance and thought that it was an appearance that the women couldn't see. The Duke's son looked very handsome with damp hair and tangled clothes. Valias is sure the teenage boy will have a queue of women who want to marry him. Imagining it made Valias smile a little.

It would have happened if Hayden had managed to survive.

Wistar walked towards Valias and Frey. A big smile was on his face. Dylan followed too.

With a gleeful face Wistar asked. "Hows it? Did you see my duel with Dylan? Who's better?" he asked with a grin on Valias.

Valias raises eyebrows. They both had the same skill in their eyes.

"You are both talented" he replied.

That made Wistar blink. Then laugh. "You're really Valias who doesn't talk much."

The Hayden Prince suddenly rounded his eyes. He thrust his sword towards Valias.

"I've never seen you wield a sword before."

From looking at his hand alone anyone could guess that Valias had never grasped the handle of a sword even in his entire life.

Valias looked at the handle of the sword in Wistar's hand.

Actually, he was curious about the sharp object. He has seen it often in a picture or film, but has never seen it in person. But with himself being moved into the novel world, he had already seen some weapons. But despite seeing it, he had never really touched it.

Driven by curiosity, Valias extended her hand. Taking over the sword hilt from Wistar's hand.

Wistar saw that letting go of his grasp. Only to see Valias aghast and almost drop the sharp tip of the sword to the ground if only the young man did not quickly move his other hand to grasp the hilt of the sword with two hands.

Both of Valias' hands shook. The sword felt heavy in his hand. He was unable to hold his weight and ended up thrusting the sword into the ground.

He was silent with his eyes and mouth open. Looking at the sword in front of him. Frey Dylan and Wistar had gawking faces.

"You, can't hold it?" tanya Wistar did not believe it.

Valias did not respond. Just looking at the sharp object in front of him. Lose sense.

He saw how Frey and the other two young men were grasping the sword with one hand as if it was a light object. But when Valias grasped it himself, it felt very heavy and he was unable to hold it even with both hands.

"No way." Wistar was stunned by the thing that happened in front of him.

Curiosity enveloped him so he took a quick step towards the weapon rack. Taking a variety of swords of different sizes. Carrying them all in both hands. "Try this one." he held out one of the smaller sized swords to Valias. Valias looked at the sword.

Curiosity has re-covered it. He extended his hand to the sword in Wistar's hand. With the sword previously taken over by Frey.

Valias clasped the handle of the sword in his hand and his hand trembled. Like he was lifting a barbell but with a weight beyond his capacity.

He could not hold the sword for too long. Dylan immediately took over the thing from Valias' hands.

But Wistar's curiosity still hasn't gone away. He held out an even smaller sword.

Valias was equally curious so he accepted that. Only to directly lower his body in order to concentrate the weight of the sword on the ground because both his hands were already too trembling and could not hold any objects anymore.

The three people on the edge of the training arena stood up with shocked faces. One sentence both voiced themselves in their minds.

'This kid is so weak.'

He could not even hold a small sword. Their weakness made them shocked.

Elsewhere, Valias was similarly shocked. He was shocked at both hands. His muscular hand was no longer there and was replaced with a pair of thin Valias Bardev hands and had no strength at all.

"Gr." A voice came out of Wistar's lips. Not long after that the boy was laughing so hard that he had to bend his body and hold his stomach even with two swords still in both hands. "Valias! You really don't have the slightest strength!"

He laughed but then suddenly his face froze. It turned pale, and both of its eyes were pushy. He dropped the two swords in his hand just backwards. Falling to the ground with the sound of the two clanking said that each other was beating. Wistar placed both his hands on Valias' shoulders. "Valias! For gods sake! I forgot the facts about you! I forgot that you're dying! I shouldn't have brought you here!!" Wistar exclaimed in regret. Both of his eyes looked like he was about to cry.

Valias didn't expect that. Both of his hands were still shaking. He wanted to hold Wistar's hand on his shoulder but even to do that he couldn't.

Wistar realized it and immediately put on a face of shock.

"Sister! It's grim! Valias can't even move his hand! We have to do something!!"

Frey frowned. "That's because you forced him to hold those swords."

But then he realized the fact that he was curious about it—hen he did not stop Wistar and instead joined watching the scene Valias was unable to withstand the weight of the sword.

Dylan looked at the two hands of Valias that were still shaking. Even the young man's face turned a little pale after forcing himself into grasping a sword that he could not lift. "Take him where he can rest" he said.

Wistar realized Dylan's words and immediately agreed. "Let's go. I'll carry you!"

Valias was just about to let out a clueless voice. But Wistar had already turned his body. Then Valias' body was hit by his back. Both Wistar's hands grabbed Valias' thighs and Valias was finally carried on the teenager's back.

"Let's go!" Wistar called out to take the other two.

Frey noticed Valias's face already looking paler than before. The sweat was on the red-haired man's forehead. Frey was worried. "Take him to his room."

The three youths who were previously busy using the sword suddenly and simultaneously carried themselves away. With Valias in Wistar's arms. They're out of the training area. Valias could see they were now in the great hallway of the palace. The training area was connected to one part of the palace building, and now they are already inside that part of the building.

Wistar stepped up so quickly. Wanted to rush Valias to a room. Which Valias says is unnecessary because he just lost power in his hands after lifting weights that he shouldn't have done.

Valias condemned the weakness of Valias Bardev's body as well as the over-concern reactions of those around him. "Your Majesty. You don't have to bother. I'm fine."

"Be quiet. You can't see your own face so you can say that. If you were in our position you would also panic." grumbled Frey as he walked. Speak without turning his eyes to Valias at all. Valias frowned. Starting to despair at the fact he could not argue with anyone as hard as he tried.

As soon as Wistar and the two others arrived at the room Valias used to occupy when staying overnight in the palace, Wistar immediately sat Valias on the bed. It made the man frown uncomfortable. She doesn't like to lie down or sit on the bed when she's still in the clothes she wears from the outside. If Valias had to lie down then he wanted it to happen after he had already changed his clothes to cleaner clothes.

"Let yourself down." Frey said. Which instantly invited a frown from Valias. Valias breathed. He would not be able to protest. But at least she wanted to change her clothes first.

"I'll obey your will but before that I'll change my clothes."

Valias is frustrated. If he can't fight then at least let him change his clothes first. He did not want to lie down in dirty clothes.

"Change clothes? What's wrong with your shirt?" Wistar asked not understanding.

"Don't ask too many questions. Call the waiter to get her clothes ready." Dylan elbowing Wistar. The Hayden Prince immediately regained his senses and nodded. "I'll take my shirt!"

Wistar turned around and ran away from the room.

Valias breathed out in frustration again. Frey looked towards him. So did Dylan who had not averted his eyes since. "What are you feeling right now?"

Valias raised his eyebrows at Frey's question. "Felt what?"

"Dizziness? Are you gonna faint? I'll call the waiter and have them prepare tea."

Valias started to grumble. Can't hold his patience anymore. "No need."

Wistar returned shortly afterwards. With a cloth in his hand. "This is his shirt" he said.

Valias immediately took the pair of clothes from the Wistar. Unbutton his clothes. Making the three people in the room be able to see her innocent body.

Skinny and pale. As they suspected. His shoulders were small and his hands were not in volume at all. Naturally he could not lift the weight of the sword.

Valias changed his clothes. Then he stood up. To change the bottom. But then realized the existence of the three people inside the room. He rolled his gaze around and realized the absence of the bathroom.

"Oh. You want to change your pants? We won't see!" Wistar covered his face with two hands. Frey cleared his throat and shifted his eyes. Dylan turned his body. Valias put on a flat face. Take off your pants and replace them with new ones.

She folded both of her clothes earlier and placed them on the closet table.

Valias sat himself in bed. Take off the footwear. Enveloped himself, and laid down his body. Put his head on the bed pillow. Look at the ceiling with thought

You satisfied now?

Valias refused to believe that he was forced to lie down like a sick person simply because he was unable to grasp a sword like the other three.

Frey, Wistar and Dylan looked at Valias who had been lying down and went straight to the man.

"Rest." said Frey. Looks really anxious. It was as if he really looked alarming as the future king Hayden said.

Valias is feeling fine. His arms were still slightly shaking but he was fine. "Then I'll rest. Don't bother me."

The frustrated Valias finally blurted out wryly with a pressing voice.

"Yes yes. We're gonna go. You stay here, okay?" Frey looked resigned and pulled Wistar's shoulder as well as Dylan towards the exit.

Frey was about to go out with the two children but Valias' voice caught his eye.

"Give me some books about the continent of Reiss and magic."

26/04/2022