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Daniel has left.

Only Mr. Cyclone sits quietly in a chair, leaning against the back of the chair, staring blankly at the sky.

What does he want to do...?

When Daniel mentioned it, he was referring to what Mr. Cyclone himself wanted to do before going to war with the demon race.

Just like King Allen, who wanted to see the love of his life, Cecilia, one more time before the war.

What does Mr. Cyclone want to do before the war?

This is a difficult question to answer.

Because Mr. Cyclone doesn't really want to do anything, not wanting to do anything is the kind of life Mr. Cyclone desires.

Moreover, the word "war" is a distant and unfamiliar term for Mr. Cyclone.

"..."

After noon, Little Dragon and Eileen both came to the backyard, took a look at Mr. Cyclone, and then returned to the mansion.

For them, it was the first time they saw Mr. Cyclone looking up at the sky lost in thought.

After a while, the afternoon arrived, and Eileen continued to teach Chio some simple magic knowledge, while Little Dragon practiced swordsmanship with Shia.

Suddenly, Mr. Cyclone jumped up from the chair.

"What the f***! I do have something to do!"

He shouted and ran into the mansion.

Little Dragon and Shia in the backyard followed suit.

Mr. Cyclone ran through the corridor, shouting all the way.

"Hey, Joshua, where are you?"

After shouting twice, Joshua, who was in the kitchen, finally stuck his head out.

"Sir?! You!"

"Oh, Joshua~"

Mr. Cyclone saw Joshua, but he didn't stop running and continued to run straight ahead.

"Prepare the carriage for me~ Bring two or three big boxes to my room~"

"Yes, sir!!"

Mr. Cyclone kept running until he reached the door of his room.

Eileen was also there, guiding Chio to clean the vase with magic.

"Hus...husband?"

Eileen was curious as to why Mr. Cyclone, who was thinking in the backyard just now, suddenly came back panting.

Mr. Cyclone opened the door and started rummaging through the room.

"Husband?"

Little Dragon also arrived.

"Are you looking for something? Do you need our help?"

"Master?"

"Sir?"

Mr. SummerMiss.Autumn, the two siblings, who were standing outside the door, also became curious.

"Sir! The big boxes you wanted are here."

Joshua also arrived and placed the big boxes Mr. Cyclone requested in the room.

Then, after finding something, Mr. Cyclone placed it in one of the big boxes.

"Clothes?"

Eileen looked at the clothes being placed in the big box and couldn't help but ask curiously.

At this moment, Mr. Cyclone looked up at Eileen and then at Little Dragon.

"Oh!!"

"What's...what's wrong?"

Little Dragon sweated, feeling frustrated that he had no idea what Mr. Cyclone was thinking.

Then, Mr. Cyclone looked at Mr. SummerMiss.Autumn, the two siblings.

"Oh f***!? Right, I can do this!!"

After saying that, Mr. Cyclone stood up again and ran out of the room.

"I'll be back in a moment."

Leaving everyone behind, Mr. Cyclone ran out of the mansion.

Just as the people in the room were confused and asking each other what happened, Mr. Cyclone returned.

Within fifteen minutes, in these fifteen minutes, Mr. Cyclone brought someone back with him.An unfamiliar man, holding a large sword in his hands.

"Oh~ Just leave it here," he said.

"Yes, sir," replied the man, as Mr. Cyclone handed him some money and then left.

"Husband? What is this sword?" she asked.

"Hmm? Oh?! Little Dragon, this is yours~ Hey! Shia! Pick it up," he said.

"Me? Really?" Shia asked.

"Hurry up," he urged.

"Yes!"

Shia obeyed Mr. Cyclone's command and picked up the large sword that was as tall as herself.

"Is it heavy?" she asked.

"...Heavy," she replied.

Although it was heavy, Shia could still manage to lift it.

"Great! Do you want to participate in the Allen Martial Arts Tournament?" Mr. Cyclone asked.

"..." Shia hesitated for a moment. Of course she wanted to, but as she was currently Mr. Cyclone's disciple, she didn't dare to make decisions on her own. She had to wait for her master's approval.

"Yes!" Shia finally answered, her voice filled with determination.

"Good! I want you to participate, but..." Mr. Cyclone continued.

"But what?" Shia asked.

"This tournament has a scoring system, and you can only go during the scoring period on the last day," he explained.

"..." Shia didn't fully understand, but she trusted her master's words.

"Do not worry about it. Just listen to your master," Mr. Cyclone assured her.

"Yes!" Shia nodded eagerly.

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