Chapter 27

"Lightning—!"

The magic Leord cast was his most proficient lightning spell. A bolt of lightning tore through the sky, piercing the air, an insulator, and striking the wyvern’s head.

The wyvern, killed in one blow, fell to the ground without a single cry, dropping Shelia in the process.

Shelia, Gilbert’s granddaughter, was just an ordinary person unlike Gilbert. Falling from a height of over ten meters would have been fatal.

"Kyaaaaaaaah!!!"

Shelia screamed in terror as she fell, but Gilbert gently caught her, returning her safely to the ground. Freed from her fear, Shelia burst into tears from the relief of being alive.

"Fe... Grandpa... Grandpa...!!!"

Shelia cried like a baby, and Gilbert gently stroked her head.

"I'm sorry. I caused you unnecessary trouble."

"Waaaaah... Nng... Ugh... Uu..."

Exhausted from crying and relieved to be safe, Shelia fell asleep in Gilbert’s arms. It was understandable, given the extreme fear she had experienced.

Gilbert, still holding the sleeping Shelia, walked over to where Leord was lying flat on his back.

Leord was trembling with the greatest joy, having successfully cast the spell and freed from the pressure of not being allowed to fail. He was lying flat on his back, gazing up at the sky.

(That's good... That's so good!

It's really, really good...!

Shelia is safe, and the wyvern is defeated!

The best possible outcome!!!)

Leord was shaking with the utmost joy, the best possible result. Despite the anxiety of what might happen if he failed, it didn't matter now that everyone was safe and sound.

Gilbert approached Leord, who was lying flat on his back. Leord turned his head towards the sound of Gilbert’s footsteps.

"Master. I am deeply grateful for saving my granddaughter Shelia this time...!"

"It's fine. Don't worry about it. I just did what was right. Besides, she is one of the few subordinates who has followed me. It's my duty to protect them."

"Master...! You have become so noble..."

"I'm not noble. I just fulfilled my duty as a noble. A noble is meant to lead and protect the people."

"Oh... Master..."

"So, from now on, continue to support me, Gilbert. I rely on you."

"I will support you until the day I die, Master!"

(He's as heavy as ever. Well, it's fine for now...)

A pleasant breeze cooled Leord’s heated body. He was about to fall asleep from the comfort, but he sat up and gave Gilbert an order.

"Gil. Stay with Shelia today."

"But, Master, I am your butler. I can entrust the care of my granddaughter to someone else—"

"Gil. She just went through a terrible experience. It's better for her to have a family member by her side. Besides, you will make her feel more at ease."

"But who will protect you, Master!"

"Don't worry about me. The wyvern won’t attack again. Besides, you saw my magic. Even if bandits were to attack, I can handle them."

"But—"

"This is an order, Gil. Stay with Shelia today. Do you understand?"

"...Yes—Thank you, Master."

Gilbert carried Shelia back into the mansion. Leord clearly heard Gilbert’s words of gratitude as he left.

"Hmm... Well, maybe I should start repairing the collapsed wall. It might be good practice for earth magic."

Leord walked towards the collapsed wall, where the servants had gathered like spectators. As Leord approached, the servants were unsure of what to do and couldn’t move. Leord gave them an order.

"You mustn't get hurt, so return to your usual tasks. Those responsible for this area should move to other places and help out.

Also, stay away from here as it might collapse. Understood? Respond!"

"Yes, sir!"

The servants, who had been confused, followed Leord’s orders and returned to their respective work areas. Leord, left alone, pondered how to remove the debris.

(Hmm. Can I break it down with earth magic? But it’s mixed with wood, so it might be difficult? If I could use fire magic, I could burn the wood and break down the earth, but there’s no point in wishing for what I don’t have.)

Leord gave up on removing the debris for now. As he thought about what to do next, he noticed the wyvern’s corpse.

(Come to think of it, what materials can be obtained from a wyvern? I remember it could be used to make equipment, but I can’t recall what exactly...)

Leord tried hard to remember what could be made from the wyvern’s materials but couldn’t recall anything. So, he decided to gather the wyvern’s corpse in one place.

In Fate 48, armor can be made from the materials obtained from a wyvern. While not as hard as iron, the tough, stretchy, and lightweight skin makes for high-performance armor.

However, Leord had completely forgotten this, so no equipment would be made for him. What a pity. If he had remembered, he could have obtained high-performance armor made from the wyvern’s skin.

Thus, despite three wyverns invading Zeato, the wyverns were defeated without any casualties.