My Daughter Grew Up to “Rank S” Adventurer - Chapter 59.5
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Belgrief looked through the rest and searched for requests that Percival might be involved in. When he found one that was similar, he checked the details and tried to retrace his steps. But so far, there were no promising leads.
Perhaps he went east and stayed there.
In truth, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was wasting his time.
Even so, as long as he was in Orphen, he couldn’t help but feel restless unless he was doing something. He felt that it would be for the good of Percival and Sati. Even though somewhere in his heart, he knew that this was an excuse for himself.
Belgrief chuckled, understanding Qasim’s feelings this time around, and gathered his papers to pick up another one.
A voice called out, and Belgrief looked over in surprise. The young receptionist was standing there, squirming. There was a cup of flower tea on a tray in her hand.
“Um… Thank you for your hard work! I made you some tea, so…”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Thanks a lot.”
Belgrief smiled and bailed. The young receptionist blushed, put down her flower tea, and quickly strode away.
From behind the partition separating the front desk from the reference area, he could hear the girls squealing.
“Well? How did it go?”
“Nervous… But he’s really nice…”
“He has a charm that young men don’t have… I can see why Angeline is so crazy about him.”
“I’ll bring the tea next time!”
Edgar’s dumbfounded voice said.
“…Don’t you have any tea for me?”
“Oh, Edgar, I’m sorry. I’ll be right back.”
“You guys… It’s okay.”
The girls’ voices faded into the distance.
Belgrief sipped his flower tea as if to cover up a strange atmosphere.
Marguerite breathed heavily. She sat alongside Angeline on the couch by the wall.
“Damn, a draw… You’re going to have to try a little harder than that…”
Marguerite said, looking at the wooden sword in her hand. The blade of the sword was shattered.
Angeline was also holding a wooden sword that had gone the same way. She held it in her right hand and left hand as if to check its condition, and nodded with a hmmm.
“It couldn’t withstand the magic power I put into it…”
“So that’s what it is. Damn, this is a dead end. You want to use a mana blade next time?”
“Hmm… Dad said not to get hurt, so…”
“Oh, so it’s no to be serious, is it?”
Marguerite said teasingly, and Angeline snorted.
“Just kidding… Whether it’s a wooden sword or a serious one, I can’t lose to Marie yet. But even a draw with me is a big deal…”
“Haha, you’re talking big. Soon you’ll be the one chasing me.”
Marguerite giggled, and Angeline snickered and poked Marguerite.
They came to the training ground, borrowed a wooden sword for practice, and immediately faced each other, but within a few minutes after they started, the wooden sword was shattered. It wasn’t that much of a fight, so as Angeline said, the wooden sword must not have been able to withstand the magic power that was put into it.
Overall, it seems that those who are above a certain level of ability need appropriate weapons to withstand imbued magic power.
But, Angeline thought, the wooden sword had never been broken in a fight with Belgrief.
She wondered why her father was so strong. But she couldn’t quite figure it out.
Marguerite looked into Angeline’s face curiously.
“What’s with the difficult look on your face?”
“The sword didn’t break like this when I was fighting with Daddy…”
“That’s true, Bel’s Sword Skills are not that powerful.”
“Don’t be silly. Daddy is stronger.”
“Aren’t you just being sloppy?”
Angeline looked at Marguerite like she was making fun of her.
“If you don’t know what your father is capable of, then you’re just Marie…”
“What nonsense, you. I’ve never lost to Bel when it comes to swords.”
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