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『Believer』

An imposing roar of a woman's regal voice broke the casual banter, "HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY HOUSE AND ITS CITY!"

Jack's eyes darted over towards the form he had noticed watching earlier, for the first time he was trying excessively hard not to smile. His mouth twisting in all shapes and forms, even trying not to let an audible laugh escape his lips.

A woman in a purple and green gown came waltzing into the grand reception room, which was pretty much a throne room for an ancient King. She had long black hair and violently sharp green eyes.

"My dear, please d-don't insult our guest!" Carmichael didn't know how to hold his hands in front of himself as he tried pleading with his wife.

"Like Hell I won't! He insulted this house! I will slander, I will burn and I will pillage his lands for insulting us!" She had one hand balled up in her dress while the other would be pointed at Jack.

Blankly the rest of the party was just watching as this was going down. They wanted to see how Jack would react to this. And it seemed rather favorably too, seeing as he was trying not to laugh in the woman's face and for the first time he was actually almost smiling like a human being.

"Please my Love! Calm down or you'll bring the Heavens down upon us!" Carmichael grasped his wife by the shoulders, lightly shaking her.

Laughing at her husband's words, it was clear she was more assertive than the Lord himself. "Bring the heavens down upon us!? Ahaha! What is he a winged servant of the gods?"

Jack walked up and placed a hand on the Lord's shoulder, was he was over a foot taller than the man. "All is well, Lord Carmichael."

The woman narrowed her eyes on the man who was touching her husband. No normal commoner could touch him, nor other lower class nobles. Who does he think he was? Well, he was Jack.

"Who is this man...?" The inner corner of her eye twitched, her jaw clenched shut, no longer laughing was this elegant beaut. "You didn't bring home another suitor for our daughter have you!? I told you I will have none of this arranged marriage shenanigans!"

Carmichael frowned seeing the smile which was now blatantly across Jack's face.

If he was to very well tell his wife that this man was an angel, would she believe him? Would Jack go along with it? Or would he be a sadistic prick and pretend he was talking nonsense? Sweat was forming over his brow once again as it had done before.

"This is Jack," Carmichael didn't use any form of title, but instead used his name casually.

"Jack...?" The woman pursed her lips as she looked over the young man, who was much taller than both of them. "And who exactly is this Jack?"

"..." Carmichael's head pitched down slightly, the Priest and the Squire standing in the background, just watching and waiting to see what was to transpire as well.

"Jack here is a ..."

The woman's eyes squinted, her eyes like daggers or monstrous talons of a harpy, the intensity of the gaze alone was capable of cutting him off.

Jack narrowed his own sight on the woman for a few moments before cocking his head to the side. "Aren't you intimidating, Lady Carmichael..." His tone wasn't polite, but it wasn't rude either.

That gaze of hers even turned towards Jack, but she felt as if it was just bouncing off of him. She blinked and her violent gaze went soft. "Oh? What's this?"

Jack would place his spear into his inventory, causing it to vanish from view without breaking his gaze on the woman in front of them.

"Spatial magic?" The woman seemed to be misunderstanding his innate ability to store things as a talent with magic. Even though he definitely had talent with magic due to his class choices. "You brought home a tutor for our daughter?"