The Saint Class Reincarnator
CHAPTER 77: THE DWARF RACE COUNTRY

By the time I got off the train.

I'm seeing. Not only was Yohan waiting for me, the bright Heros, Veronica who awkwardly turned her attention when our gazes met, even my father was there with Yohan.

“Dad..”

Make sure we need to talk about something. Dad came here certainly not for work but the goal was me.

Yohan paved the way between us and brought the other two in first. So there was room between me and my dad to talk. Ah, of course Potato is with me.

Then my father and I walked together a few meters away from the others.

“Al, tomorrow you will go?”

“Ya.”

It has been a long time since we last talked about issues other than those in the usual family discussions. For the first time it felt awkward. Even I who was on this side did not have time to think of the right sentence to speak. What dialogue should I follow.

Our front side did not even stop moving and walked without looking back. It might also be awkward for the three of them if in this situation.

My father who seemed to have restrained himself for a long time stated hesitantly.

“Al... Are you really going to go?”

And again the question is almost the same. Only the feelings given in the sentence are different.

“...Yes.”

I also emphasize my affixed sentence. Although it is hard to say but this is my choice. It may be hard to understand. Yes, I understand it. Dad is a person who always gives the first number to his children, of course he is worried I will go to a far place.

Dad actually knows where I'm going.

“Do not worry. I'll try my best. It's the choice I want. For the best future I can dream of and want to achieve with my efforts.”

“....”

Giving up was not an option to be able to fulfill the wishes of my father who wanted me to settle.

“Sorry if I always worry you, dad. I will try my best, so bless my trip this time to run smoothly.”

Yohan also had a similar way of convincing dad. But he can't do it. Yohan is not the type who can oppose father's decision if it is also the best she thinks. This time he chose not to say anything and gave me space to talk.

Then there was the sound of light breathing.

“Dad knows.”

I looked at my father as he spoke. The look on his face that saw me looked sad and also relieved at the same time.

“Whatever you do dad will support you. Because this is the duty of parents who must support their son to achieve his dream. Even though father tried to stop you, you will definitely remain firm on your stance.”

There was no more strength in his words like he had decided and picked that sentence. Father continued speaking in a voice trying to calm himself.

“Since you recovered from when you became an adult and strong child to walk alone.”

As soon as I realized it I was wide-eyed and immediately replied in a slight panic.

“A-I know if it doesn't reflect my age at all!”

After that, my father laughed and grabbed my head.

“Haha, sometimes children grow up quickly without being able to be realized by their parents who are always with them. Now I understand that and sometimes worry about something invisible.”

Father is a father no matter what he says or does. Like opening a plain new chapter sheet and filling that void with everything it has with courage.

“So, I will continue to support the path you choose. Whatever it is.”

Just this time the voice of father was heard to lose its tenderness and be somewhat dark.

“When you go do not let you not take care of your health. Don't hurt. And most importantly.” so at the end of the sentence his lips were tightly closed, there was a light wind blowing from the opposite direction. Then his lips lifted using all the power that you had. “...Don't get hurt.”

There was a fist in my father's hand and several times it opened and then closed tightly again. It takes how long to prepare for a decision like this on your own. Deep inside her was an ego trying to resist saying it all, yet she fought it off instead of the words ‘Protect’.

Dad saw. Beside him was his smallest son, who was often sick and suffered the most. Then in front of the one who walked first, it was once a child who diligently swung the wooden sword that had been weathered in its material. I don't know since when the boy holding the wooden sword was now even able to swing the steel sword forcefully.

Then there were two more people in front who he vaguely knew after being introduced by his son. Heros De Charita was the illegitimate son of a Duke noble, a brave man but sometimes his nature is unknown because it is easy to change depending on the interlocutor. If it was Alvius then he would have a cheerful bright expression.

Last. There was a woman who was not much older than the first son. Veronica Vrada's. I know that Veronica is a shadow. Surprisingly he accepted it and did nothing. For him, Veronica has become an ally, so there is no need to question her ability and attitude. She did not feel any danger from Veronica after all.

However, there are people who can be trusted here who can protect their second son.

He's conscious. Since when did his son have reliable partners?

Dad, also know I met Claude.

Worrying, it is almost impossible to feel. Maybe he wanted to faint because the party I built was not ordinary people. But she kept smiling even in situations where she should have been more afraid of the possibility.

“You have many friends you can trust.”

It was a sincere smile that emerged from the corner of his lips.

“Ya!”

But dad... This is not a relationship where we can trust each other.

Basically my relationship with the party I built. Heros, Veronica, and Claude.

It is even impossible to say based on trust and sincerity alone if you directly see it.

Yohan knew the reason so she never told dad that. Whatever it is, all I can do is give a trick to look happy and convincing.

***

"Al, preparations?"

"Done well."

After meeting and talking with my father. He said he wanted to go to Director Sarion's room because he had business with him.

Inevitably I began to think that having Director Sarion as a neutral party helping me was a profitable thing. I hope that Director Sarion succeeds in keeping Dad calm and no longer worries about unnecessary things. Anyhow.

"Prince? Did he not say anything? Didn't you have an appointment with him?"

"Ah, that... Already done. My promise to him is not so important. But I still have to give it. He's helped me so much, it's nothing compared to my request for him."

"Yes, if you say so."

Although it is sometimes difficult to understand Yohan still nods to show her agreement.

Me, Yohan and these two people are talking about the preparation we are going to do. The plan has not changed and we have not brought so many people to join this delegation. It's just a simple trade relationship. I think bringing too many people will bring suspicion.

But, in vigilance I handed over the security section to Veronica and her subordinates.

"The Shadows?"

"They're in top shape."

"Good to hear. We just need to bring some of them in there's no need to bring them all."

"Yes. Edgar as the representative will be present as well, is that okay?"

Edgars. As soon as I remembered his name I immediately sighed. There is no way that I forget a man who is amazing at his best but still in the context of his disgusting honesty. That noisy man will be present as well? Thinking about it makes my back cold.

"...Yeah." yeah."

And then there was nothing more Veronica wanted to say. His expression could not be read well.

"Have you rested?"

In this state I say in a soft tone. Veronica turned to me for a moment and immediately cut the view forward.

"Yes, don't worry."

"Thank God."

Because it's not about the determining factor. Except what the purpose is. In the future there is still a lot that he will do, worry or not that he himself will decide.

The messages of his feelings did not come to me anymore. I thought he already understood the answer so I let him. But, looking at his condition now... Can you say he understands?

"Then senior?"

My voice made Heros gasp and stare at me nervously.

Whahuh? Did anything put him under pressure?

"Ah, yes..." Heros scratched the back of his neck and awkwardly continued "He lets me do whatever I want."

Not many wanted to come out of my mouth which would later become a double-edged blade. I knew it was burdensome, so I asked with my face staring straight.

"Did senior go home earlier?"

"...Yeah, 'cause I got something to do."

...He never said more about his family. As far as I know, Heros is not very well even with his family.

We all walked without anyone talking or making any unnecessary noises, and my last sentence became the end of our conversation. "so."

Heros, who suffered from a childhood curse and was insulted as a disgrace from his family, was even called an illegitimate child even though there was still blood flowing from his father in his body.

I, you know, but I choose not to interfere too long as Heros does not open it first.

Ever since Heros became the Prophet, his old memories flowed profusely inside my head, at that time.

While Veronica... I glanced at it for a while and replaced it immediately.

In his case I did not have much I could do or help him in solving his personal problems. So I kept quiet. But honestly, this feeling is burdensome to me.

I let out a heavy breath from my nose to avoid being noticed by these people.

Four Prophets, all their feelings are fused in my heart. When's... When is it time for me to go completely crazy?