WAYSOWRA

Chapter 21

‘Ah, I see. The atmosphere is gentle.‘

All the people who came to harass me were dull and ominous. When I saw them, my heart pounded, but this time, I stayed silent.

“Hello, young lady. I am Yegrine from the Blue Tower. I came because I thought you had a special ability for a young lady.”

She’s a wizard!

I was surprised and got close to Deleign.

“Big sistew also cawme to hawass me!”

(Big sister also came to harass me!)

“That-That won’t happen! Wizards do not touch good citizens!”

“But, thwat pewson hawassed me eawliew… ”(But, that person harassed me earlier…)

I muttered with a dead face.

For me, the class of sorcerers was nothing more than a vampire mosquito who pulled out my abilities.

“Shushu… How did he bother you?”

The Grand Duke called my name and took a deep breath, as if trying to get his anger down.

However, the air shook as if vibrating at the subsequent question of whether he had failed to endure. It felt like an earthquake in the air.

‘If you are very strong, you can do that.’

After I admired myself a little, I shook my head to see the complexion of the people around me deteriorating.

“My bwothews arw stwuggling! Pwease don’t!” (My brothers are struggling! Please don’t!)

I think I can control it so that only myself is not affected because I am a capable person who can make the air tremble with just the momentum alone.

I was the only one with a good face here.

They say they are far more capable than Wyndert and Deleign, but they are still young. It was not comparable to the Grand Duke.

As soon as I got out of embarrassment, the air that was shaking like a vibration sank.

“So, what happened to you? What was he trying to do to you?”

The Grand Duke calmly asked again.

Conversely, when I tried to tell him what I was facing, the pressure didn’t drop somehow.

Tears struck again as I remembered that terrible pain.

I shouldn’t be considered a bother to cry so often!

“Shushu, you know. It‘s okay because I am next to you now.”

As I took a breath, the Grand Duke stroked my head and whispered.

“Thwat….. He pwut a stwange bwooch on me, and when he stawted muttewing wowds, my stwength stawted to dwain.”
(That…. He put a strange brooch on me, and when he started muttering words, my strength started to drain.)

I explained how painful the process of draining my power was.

Every time I spoke little by little, people around me groaned.

“To a child like this… .!”

“So he’s a guy who hits and kills.”

“How can he do that to a pretty baby?”

I ended my testimony in shudders because I no longer wanted to bring out terrible memories.

“Come, lady. Knowing what that power is, you can help prevent it from happening again.”