Zeeta and the Wizarding World
The Broken Threat

“I understand that you admire your own grandfather, Mr. Willmurd, but I'm not happy if people's resolve seems to be painted so easily without understanding the true meaning of that determination even if that person is his own grandson.

“But don't misunderstand me first.

“Novalius, you are strong, have talent, also have high self-esteem as a noble. You also have a dream that you want to achieve with your own strength. All the magic you use in your sword.

“Let's know first what it means to protect the real one, then I will serve you again. But, please note this carefully. If you fail .. I will punish Dormant.”

“Do-Dormant..?” Novalius cannot accept it. “Ta-but, this is my problem, Your Majesty! My family no hubu—“

“Then don't disappoint me!

“Beauty your results, Novalius..”.

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The burst of aura from Novalius that had previously forced Mintia to protect herself from the wind by crossing her arms, was reabsorbed by the owner, which was then followed by an increase in mana.

“If Her Highness Zeeta doesn't press me like that.... I can't stand with them. Therefore ... I will answer the wishes of the Witch of Hope firmly with my new technique!”

Seeing what Novalius did from a very close distance, made Mintia not believe Novalius would only “threatening” everything inside the glass dome in the direction of his twelve o'clock. “Where it is that big, you can just destroy them! Are you crazy?!” mintia.

“Take it easy! This attack will not hit them. As per your orders, this will only threaten!” reply Novalius.

With his horses on standby, Novalius launched his “ attack threatening his”. His rapier turned black and emitted a purple-colored dim light. Slowly, the black part that enveloped the entire blade, as well as the light, gathered at the very end of the body. At the same time, the gray-clad sky slowly turned purple.

One right hand to the front.

Only one punch ahead required Novalius to launch the laser-like magic from his rapier. But it's not a laser in general. As soon as it was shot from the tip, the purple glowing black laser split apart like rapier stabs from his own hands. So, what happened, the glass dome that was the target was hit in a row.

“Bo-stupid! You can destroy the dome then!” Mintia.

“Take it easy and take a look.” Novalius was still confident that his attack would do no significant damage.

As soon as the laser-shaped streak of punctures stopped, only smoke was visible to the eye, but it did not take long. After the smoke evaporated....

“Ti-impossible! But, how can it be?” Mintia.

“Still too early to be shocked!”

“Eh?” Mintia realized something was up, but she didn't know what. Glance at him to the surroundings, as well as trying to read the flow of mana. “Lost...? The snow has stopped...”.

“It's true.”

“What did you do just now?”

“Well, since I can't teleport, the ‘other ways’ that you think of must still be magic that can move us to that dome instantly. You are an Elf who is used to forest life, so the magic you want to create is the plant that will catapult us there. Correct me if I'm wrong.”

“No. No.”

Novalius smiled, then continued his explanation. “We are a team and at least I can guess the next step you will take if we do throw ourselves with your magic. You will persuade those inside the dome to stop Phantasmal and its snow.”

“And you're not wrong about that either.” Mintia's running around.

“Before I rode for the last attack, I will really follow your way—toh the way you make sense. But, after riding, I remembered my rehearsal with His Holiness Zeeta.

“When he saw my horses, he asked ‘why do your horses always use to attack and make a crushing attack? If you really make your grandfather your destination, you don't even have the right to pursue him if you keep going that way! Don't make me waste my time on jokes like this!’”

“E-eh...? Zeeta really said that..?”

“Y-yeah. I don't understand what that means. I also don't know why he knows what I've always done with these horses. Finally, I decided to ask my father and ask him to train me...”.

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[Three years ago, at the Dormant residence in the Northern Region.].

On Dormant's private training ground that had several dummy targets, a father and son were facing each other, holding a rapier at each of his waist.

Zacht de Dormant XVII and Novalius de Dormant XVIII. Far away in the corner of the field, there was the mother and wife, Cecily de Dormant, who witnessed the exercise of both. She is a woman in her forties with short gray brown hair. He has eyes as color as his hair. He also always wears the tomboy-like clothes of European knights without armor.

After the boy—Novalius—reported what the result of his rehearsal with Zeeta was today, Zacht crossed his arms. “So so. That was your problem all along..?”

“Dad..?” Novalius. “What's wrong?”

“No,” replied Zacht, “ I confirm to you first, although I train you, your potential is greater than mine. But, at least I can teach you what your grandfather taught me about those horses.”

A smile was on Novalius' face. “Really?! Thank you, Dad!”

Zacht's expression did not change. It stays serious. “Son, now, tell me, what does riding mean to you?”

“Eh...? Horse meaning? Isn't the goal just one—“

“Attacking opponents?”

Novalius was surprised his father could find out. “Y-yes, that's it.”

“Then, when your position is reversed, what will you do?”

“What do you mean exactly? Of course I'll survive!”

“Haaah..” Zacht looked disappointed. “Hear me, Nova!” he changed his intonation into a constant snarl. “What is your pride as a Dormant just that?! Why the horse riding problem you don't understand?! This is the most basic thing that all Dormant families can master, even your own mother!”

Novalius. “A-what-what? You can't even have a sword!”

“Ara.” Cecily went into the field. “That's because you're just spending your own practice time with your high selfishness and overconfidence you can do everything perfectly alone just because you have talent. That's why you don't know.”

Cecily raised his left hand— asked Zacht to lend him his rapier. Once he received it, he twirled the rapier like a top, just holding it properly.

“A-I never knew this! Now I'm gonna head two and just figure this out? Why are you keeping it a secret?!”

“Kkhhh...!” Novalius finally inevitably joined his rapier.

Cecily then rode. Novalius realized that the horses his mother had done were the horses in question. “Well, attack Mother with all your strength. Hit Mom with murderous intent if you want. I will definitely handle it.”

At his mother's request, Novalius was intent on attacking his own mother with the intention of killing. Cecily and Zacht frowned, but only to that extent. Zacht stepped off the field and let the two of them train for the first time.

Whether Novalius or Cecily, both ride the same horse. If there were no experience or civilian witnesses among them, no one would understand who would attack first. But....

‘STEP!’

It was Novalius who thrust his right foot to give thrust to the body and let his right hand carry out a deadly attack.

‘SRASH SRASH!’

Novalius provides continuous puncture movement with a fast rhythm. But unfortunately....

“Ke-why?!

“Why can't anyone touch you, Mom?!”

Cecily remained still in place with the same horses and only moved his right hand to fend off.

“’Why’ said...? Because of the horses! Therefore, if you are a child, do not be too arrogant with your extraordinary talent! What would your grandfather say if you were this arrogant kid who felt he was already great?

“What if you ever win from a Prince from another kingdom? Is that an accomplishment for you?

“NO!

“The achievement you can be proud of is the achievement of having protected something precious, with your determination and courage!

“Have you forgotten about the meaning of this family butterfly emblem, Nova?!”

Novalius. He also stopped attacking. Not only could the fact that his ignorance of his mother be this angry while still swinging his rapier shrewdly, he was also ashamed of himself. Novalius then fell down after dropping his rapier.

“Determined like a butterfly .. and be brave. Grandfather once said, if the two things are the main thing to be as strong as him. Then why ... I can forget about it..?” he grabbed his own hair.

Zacht then hoarded. “As the term itself, horses are used as postures to strengthen your leg muscles. I didn't expect to have to explain this basic thing to you again who's been a royal special force, but what can I do.

“Princess Zeeta realizes your horses you never use to survive. You always use it to attack.

“This can be done by anyone who has often seen the horses or wear it themselves. There are muscle points on different legs when you're about to attack or defend, because the horses you use are always the same.

“The horses are very important for a family set in a sword like us. Never again make this embarrassing mistake, Nova!”

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“So, in short,” says Mintia, “after your umpteenth rehearsal with Zeeta, you can turn a deadly attack into a defensive attack from your horses?”

“Yap! Absolutely right!”

“What did Zeeta teach you?”

“Hmmm. All I can remember is he always does not accept whenever I am too focused to attack fatally.”

“That means ... This human in front of me could really be a deadly threat if Zeeta doesn't train him!

“In addition to ever being able to win from a Yggdrasil Seed, he who had always focused on carrying out fatal attacks, could turn his family history upside down!

“A-I'm really grateful she didn't go the wrong way...! But, didn't he become even more dangerous from being able to do this crazy thing?!”

“Nah!” Novalius leaves the waist. “Because the road is open, as well as the snow irritates it is no longer there, how about we go directly to the dome?”

“Y-yes. Good idea...” Mintia let Novalius lead the way.

A few moments later....

“Wait!” Mintia sensed that someone was approaching. “This Mana ... Phantasmal is behind us..!”.

Novalius glared when he heard it. “Ja-don't-don't Marcus...!”

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“Heeeii!” a girl's voice sounded familiar to Novalius.

“Huh...? This voice..?”

Then, from the sky....

‘BWHAAMM!’

Mintia and Novalius were buried by the snow that had been blown away by something big that had landed near them.

“Hei! I told you to land slowly, you stupid Phantasmal!” an Elf man struck with his right hand.

“Su-the voice?!” now it's Mintia's turn to feel familiar.

“Yo, Rancid brats!” a fox demon also emerged from behind the fur of the big hairy creature.

"Hey. Looks like you guys made it, yeah!" The feared Marcus also showed his nose shaft.

“A-what really happened...?" inner Novalius and Mintia are coincidentally the same.