The Tanaka Family Reincarnates - Chapter 392

Super Burning [Part 2]

“K-Koumei-san! Splat His Majesty…!” George hurriedly called Koumei, but…

“No, wait, George-kun. I’m fine like this.” The King was quick to refuse Koumei’s cat-splat. 

Saying that he couldn’t just lose consciousness like this because he had a king’s responsibility to bear and so on… the King spewed dignified-sounding words one after another to avoid getting cat-splatted at all costs.

“…no, that, um, Your Majesty…”

George, having suffered from the King’s ‘WOO-HOO’ berserk state earlier, could see the King’s true intention: ‘I couldn’t possibly fall asleep carefreely when things were about to get interesting.’

That being said, the King’s hair was already burning like crazy. The way his hair was blazing upwards pretty much made him look like a Su*er S*iyan.

George tried to persuade the King, saying he couldn’t turn a blind eye when the King was in such a state, but unfortunately, the King wasn’t the kind of person who would listen to others.

“No worries, George-kun. I’m not afraid of the likes of monsters. It won’t burn any more than this.” The king laughed full of confidence for some reason while pointing at his head.

“Your Majestyyy! But you are burning right now, aren’t you?”

“It’s fine! No big deal. In the first place, this is all the flame attack’s fault for being endlessly long. I’m worried our return to the Royal Capital will be delayed if things go on like this…”

According to the Queen’s letter, a terrible accident was about to happen in the Royal Capital. He had to return as fast as he could. Because…

“Well, y’know… If I’m late… Victoria (queen) will be angry, won’t she~ …That’s what crossed my mind for a second… WOAHH!”

The King feared that he might be scolded by the Queen.

The moment Queen Victoria’s angry face inadvertently came to the King’s mind, his hair blazed even stronger than before.

“Your Majesty! Please calm down! Something fun! Please immediately think of something fun!”

Arban shouted in a fluster upon seeing the King on fire.

The flames would burn stronger as long as fear existed, even if that fear were unrelated to the current situation.

The more one was agitated, the more one would be played into the monster’s hands.

“S-Something fun? Right. Something fun… huh. Jadwi, Jadwi, and then Rose’s boo—… ahem. Jadwi, Jadwi… Jadwi…… going to… marry?”

While the King was repeating, “Jadwi, Jadwi,” in his mind, his line of sight accidentally fell on George. His beloved daughter Jadwiga seemed to like George very much and, of all things, even said something like, “I will marry George-shama!”

The king had uselessly remembered that memory at this timing. To a father, nothing was scarier than his most beloved daughter getting married.

“UWOOOOHHHH! THIS FIRE SURE IS HOOOTTT!”

As soon as the King recalled that memory, his hair stood on end and burned even stronger.

“You! What the hell are you doing!” Arban cursed without thinking to the King. ‘This king… only knows how to do unnecessary things.’

“Kuh, not good. I can’t mess up my mental state too. I have to calm down… *sigh* Yes, like this, I just have to think of more fun things…”

At this moment, he shouldn’t focus on the responsibilities and consequences of the abusive language he carelessly uttered, as well as the King’s injury. If he did, the flames burning on his leg would only grow more intense. ‘Let’s think of happy things,’ Arban concentrated his mind.

“…Emma… Emma… Emma…… going to marry…? WOAAAHHH!”

“Eh?! Uncle?! Huh?”

Like it was obvious, Arban directed his mind to the farthest existence from the feeling of fear, that being his lovable niece Emma. Everything was going great until… he was influenced by the word [marry] the King said earlier, and his mouth moved on its own.

To Arban, his beloved Emma getting married was more terrifying than any monster’s attack. As a result, Arban’s hair also burned high into the air just like the King even though the Fire Fox’s attack had already stopped.

“Arban!! What are you doing?! Don’t let your guard down!”

Leonard, standing at the rear, reprimanded the burning Arban strictly.

Even the smallest mistake would not be tolerated in the hunting ground.

As Arban had unnecessarily increased the damages on their side in this situation with no way out, he couldn’t complain even if he were labeled as a failure of a hunter.

Arban was deeply ashamed of his carelessness and showed his regret.

“I-I’m terribly sorry, Big Brothe… WHAT THE? YOU’RE BURNING TOO?!”

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