The Saint Class Reincarnator
104: THINGS TO DO (2)

After the great battle of the Break Dungeon from Astaroth's attack that awaited was a great improvement.

Many things had to be reconstructed, the damage that occurred not only destroyed half of Tenstheon City but also damaged the place that characterizes the industrial city.

But, in addition to everyone thinking about each other's unrest, I was immersed in thought.

The promise I made to Claude is still valid, although I never agreed with any certainty. Only, if he wanted to even be dangerous if he had to deal with her after the event here was over.

Yohan who saw my gloomy face called out. “Al...?”

While he called even I could not respond clearly. Even so I did not answer him and ignored him for a moment, turned around and spoke.

“July, can you open the portal now?”

[Ah, yes, certainly now it can because the authority of this place is not being confused. Why?]

“Good, open portal exit now.”

Veronica frowned when she heard that and nagged. “What?! Hey Alvius look at you, you yourself already look messy. And where are you actually going?”

True, my circumstances are no different from others, but a little severe. I did not respond to Veronica yelling and glancing at July like she was giving him an important signal and he understood with a sigh. July extended her right hand into the air and made a vortex, a portal appeared in front of me.

“Sorry, I'm in a hurry, you guys stay here and receive treatment from July.”

[‘The Archangel’ transformation has been activated!]

I am grateful that the strength of Cassiopeia still remains even though I myself do not know how long it will last. Obviously this violated my own rules of life, even though I had my wings spread out and shot into the portal.

“Wait, Alvius!”

No one could stop him, Yohan who looked helpless chose silence and saw what Alvius wanted next. Of course he could not escape with shock if his sister was injured.

“It is better we also go..” he wants to be with Alvius, nothing more. “Can you get me out?” as if the question was poison to him, as he moved slightly, his body felt an overwhelming sting. He's still not recovered.

July shook her head. [No way, you heard for yourself what Saint Alvius said, you and the others should stay here for treatment. If you leave, your wounds cannot be healed.]

“I don't care, the important thing is my sister now. From his face he was planning something else. If that means he'll face another bad situation, I don't want to keep quiet here.”

[It's just an excuse.]

As July mentioned that, Yohan's body churned as if she was electrocuted. His face froze where he saw the sight of July who seemed to look directly into him.

[You're just afraid of being alone.]

“What rubbish did you say?!” Yohan frowned and frowned, her expression looking like a rebellious monster from her confinement. “Do not say unnecessary things as if you understand me and quickly get me out of here, before I tear your mouth off it.”

A look that shows no deceit or just a reason to bluff. He would really be able to do it if he wanted to, right now, in this very second. That's grisly.

July was unprovoked and acted as calm as she did on purpose and spoke in a slightly cold tone.

[Right, that's the real you. The monster is inside you. You hate people who are close to Saint Alvius. Other than Saint Alvius, you don't care what will happen to the world, even if the world is destroyed, only Saint Alvius will you save.]

“Because she's my sister!”

[If it's your sister, then you should know what she's going to do. But, you just want to keep her safe and keep protecting her. And you realize, if the deed, it turns to you.]

After all the speeches were done, usually Yohan would jump and draw a sword at those who said nonsense. That dark expression, gloomy and dark, ruled himself in anger. The reason he knew, now he could not put up a fight. Still, he chose to provoke by saying.

“Next I'll kill you.”

And responding to the challenge, July smiled gently as if ridiculing.

[If you can.]

Yohan gritted her teeth firmly. The situation he didn't know of seemed to be a double-edged sword to him. Right, he wants to monopolize Alvius. But what's wrong with that. Alvius was his brother, his brother, his family. However, July said — that it was just an excuse.

He hated everyone who was always next to Alvius. Not that he refused it because Alvius himself did it, bringing them like picking up a rained cat. He wanted to revolt and destroy the path that made Alvius suffer.

Then, have it fully in his grasp and always protect it, and guard it, and, and...

That's his true feeling.

Most likely, July knows. The fact that Yohan was obsessed with Alvius more than anyone else.

Just by looking at the man's eyes, Beast-like eyes were ready to pounce on his prey. July could only smile small and bitterly.

What will the future look like around Saint Alvius?

He was even more curious about future stories.

[Bring them in and heal the wounded.]

***

Two hours earlier.

This was the party prepared by them that welcomed the great victory in conquering the dungeons that had appeared lately. Well, they had managed to exploit the dungeon and conquer many. So it's a form of celebration and a great effort of respect.

Surprisingly this time the invited guests were so many that the Division Army led by Jean Jacques was overwhelmed in dealing with this. They wanted to complain, but they couldn't, because they were Knights.

Time passed and all the invited guests were moved within the banquet hall, the grand feast.

“Look, Baron Serio was even invited in the party this time.”

“True, and also Machioness Heliam and also Count Isidore are also present.”

“Hmm, I don't know what the Queen is thinking by inviting them all.”

“Eh? But I heard they were invited by the Crown Prince.”

“Really?”

“If noticed, neutral people as well as those who never show up at meetings also come. Officials who choose to give up on political affairs also exist.”

“What exactly is it?”

From being seen in doing this work it is clear that being the mastermind is what they call the Crown Prince. Who knows, nobody even knows.

For information, since the beginning the noble faction had broken out, ever since the absolute ruler that was their King had died. After that one by one the followers of the King began to feel the premonition that there would be a split, because that is why the controversy between those who survive and those who give up politics became tenuous and hostile to each other.

However, in all of those aspects, this is called a miracle. All who hate each other in the same room are holding a glass of wine and juice, enjoying a party as if there was never any hostility.

It was because they were watching each other and not showing it.

In the political world their enemies can always deceive them, they are experts in that field.

Precisely because of this, the noble faction that had survived was confused, why did this happen?

Amidst the silent commotion, an important notification sound appeared to welcome the arrival of the main star of the party.

“The noble Queen Evanolia Zariel Harvellion and Crown Prince Claude La Zariel, enter the hall!”

The hall door opened wide from the direction of the stairs, two people joining each other appeared. The curly golden blonde woman carrying the glory wand smiled and the man who became her partner was her son, the Crown Prince, Claude. With red robes, their clothes were more royal than the others.

Upon the arrival of the two of them one hall contents went silent, none of them were holding glasses of wine and juice, the second their names appeared in the ears of the nobility, not one more of them holding the glasses of wine and juice, since then they have all bent their knees before the ruler.

The silence that Claude hated the most.

Between the two of them, the first person to open his mouth gave a speech with a unique soft voice as he raised his cane.

“I thank all the nobles who are willing to attend tonight. No need to be stiff, tonight is a big party prepared by my beloved son to welcome all of you.” with a voice that can calm the heart of a demon, he smiled. “Let's start the party.”

All the nobles rose up like they were ignoring the silence and the music of all the instruments had begun to be played. Everyone had fun and the hall became crowded.

Claude and Queen Evanolia sat in their seats, the waiter brought them drinks, Claude took the juice while Queen Evanolia took the thick red wine.

“Ara, my son why don't you drink?”

“Yes, my age is still not enough for that.”

“Yeah, forgive this Mom. You don't have to be so stiff and enjoy it all. But, what if you are still a child.”

Ignoring the fact his son was still not old enough even though it was only one year old. Refuse differences and arrange everything as he pleases. As expected of Claude. Her mother never saw her grow but rather how she was beneficial.

Although he enjoyed it, Claude was cautious in his words. Strange, if Alvius knew it might laugh and glanced at him coldly.

Imagining it made Claude smile.

“Did anything lately make you happy my son?”

At a glance Claude's expression turned back into nothing and replied after taking a slight sip of his juice. “No.”

“Hm, really. Then what about that Saint you brought? How's it going?”

Iris Claude immediately moved towards Queen Evanolia who was now smiling at him like there was mist on her face, a smile full of gimmicks and observation there was staring at him.

“Why is His Majesty interested? Does it matter?”

“Of course, what his son did, how he was, and who played with him. As a mother I must be curious, right?”

Curious? That's disgusting. The juice he swallowed felt very bland and was no different from empty water, the esophagus he had wanted to refresh now felt dry again after his ears were tainted by those words.

Claude snorted with a smile and looked at Queen Evanolia, as his eyes looked dead and no feelings remained there.

“Well, is that not why we are both in conflict, great Mother.”

Queen Evanolia responded with a gentle expression and smile, as her jaw slightly opened, her smile and face widened.