
"How's he?" James asked after Owen had finished treating William's wound.
"Calm down, old man." Owen grunts. “Your grandson is fine. Now, tell me, how did this happen? Are we being attacked? Are the nobles moving? ”
"No." James firmly shook his head. "We were not attacked, and this has nothing to do with the nobles."
"Then how?" Owen narrowed his eyes. “Celine will never hurt anyone in this city! Don't tell me this is his job? Even if you kill me, I won't believe it!”
"No, it's not Celine." James sighed and decided to come clean. “William has inherited the Ring of Conquest. Maybe he met a powerful monster during his exploration.”
“A-What?!” exclaim Owen. "What did you say?! D-Dia!”
“Sst!” James glared at the old fool who was stuttering in front of him. “Do not tell anyone. The only people who know about this are me, you, and my son, Mordred. You understand the consequences if this matter is revealed, don't you? ”
Owen clicked his tongue. If possible, he wanted to forget that James had shared this secret with him. The Ring of Conquest is a royal heirloom belonging to the Devil Race. If they found out that it was owned by a ten-year-old boy then the Demon King would definitely send his generals to retrieve it, no matter the cost!
"alright. I will not tell a soul. ” Owen promise. “However, we need to handle this issue properly. You're too careless. Do you think everyone in Lont is blind and deaf? You broke into my house and caused a commotion. It's impossible to cover this. We need to think of a reason!”
James sighed and felt a little regretful. His worries had defeated his common sense. He had made a fuss in front of everyone and their curiosity would make them ask.
Fortunately, Owen had set up barriers around his house to prevent anyone from spying on them. Although they trusted their comrades, they could not risk letting William's secret be known to everyone. The less people know, the better.
"Let William stay with me for now," Owen said after thinking things through. "Tell everyone that she has been exposed to the Resurrection of Anger and needs to be monitored for a few days."
Evocation madness is a state in which the magic power of a witch becomes uncontrollable. This is the same as being Crazy, Raging unconscious. The only difference is that this time, Owen's Magic can cure him.
“It was indeed the best solution.” James nodded his head in agreement. “Everyone saw William using magic. Facing this situation is very common among those who have just awakened their strength.”
The two old men discussed for another half an hour before separating. James also promised to call a carpenter to repair Owen's broken door as soon as morning arrived. It took a while for James to convince the worried Ella to return to the goat pen with him.
Ella is very reluctant to leave, but James manages to convince her in the end. The night's incident was closed the next day and everyone accepted James' explanation.
Chronos, Aslan, and the other goats are also in the process of full recovery. Although still shaken by what befell them, Ella's presence made their anxiety less.
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William woke up three days after the incident. Owen was a very powerful Life Magus and it was very easy for him to heal the boy's wounds.
The reason why he took three days to wake up was due to the mental fatigue he had suffered during the fight against the Hobgoblin Shaman.
“Thank you for everything, Mr. Owen,” William said as he bowed his head respectfully.
"kruuukkkk.." William's stomach voice, so clear was the answer to Owen.
"Eat first. We'll continue the conversation after you finish eating. ”
William happily ate the chicken soup served by Owen's waiter for him. The seductive aroma sharpened his senses and the delicious taste brought warmth to his soul. Owen watched the boy eat with a smile on his face.
"Darling, are you here?" the soft and delicate voice of a woman was heard from outside William's room.
"I'm here, honey," replied Owen. "coming. This is a good time to introduce you to our guests".
"All right, I'm in" replied the woman.
William raised his head to look towards the door. A beautiful woman with blonde hair, and green eyes walked towards Owen with a smile. William knew that the woman was only in her early twenties. She assumes that she is Owen's daughter.
The beautiful woman grabbed one of the other chairs attached to the wall and carried it, so that she could sit beside Owen. He then sat down next to the old man and held his hand.
Owen smiled and gestured to introduce William. “Sarah, this is William. He is James' grandson. William, this is my wife, Sarah. I hope you two get along.”
“Pfffft!” William spat out a delicious chicken soup into his mouth when he heard Owen's introduction. “I-Wife? She's your wife?”
"Yes," Owen replied with a satisfied expression on his face. He did not seem to mind that William had made a mess in the room. This was not the first time Owen had seen such a reaction. He's used to it. In fact, he was happy to see the reaction from people like this.
"That's right." Sara smiled sweetly. “Owen is my husband. We've been married for two years.”
'Hissss! This old cow hit the jackpot and managed to eat the beautiful young grass, William thought. "Old Jahe's still spicy."
Sarah chatted with William, but he didn't stay long. After giving Owen a kiss, he left the room and went back to doing his job.
"Isn't my wife beautiful?" ask Owen.
"Yes" William replied with a complicated expression. "Very."
“Alright, since you're done eating, it's time to talk about serious business,” Owen said. “James already told me that you have the Ring of Conquest. I'm sure he already told you that this secret shouldn't be known to many, right?”
"Yes." Yeah."
"good. Now it makes everything easier. Tell me, what have you faced, such a wound? Only a powerful Black Witch could use a curse at that level.”
William decided to come clean and tell Owen about his battle against the Hobgoblin Shaman. He did not hide anything and told the story from beginning to end. The old man listened as William told his story. Although he did not say anything, William could see a disapproving expression on the old man's face.