DailyLife of the King: Campione-Chapter 42: Nice to mee you my brother! part 4

Alexandre exhaled slowly, rubbing his temple.

"This little brat..."

He wasn't sure whether to be irritated or concerned.

Silence still lingered in the room, the weight of Asahi's words pressing on them.

Sir Iceman, who had remained silent since the revelation, finally spoke.

"...Special?" His sharp eyes studied the red-haired boy. "And what exactly does that mean?"

Asahi grinned, lifting his cup as if celebrating.

"It means I got to keep my memories! Mom said I was a 'unique case' or something."

Alexandre's fingers tapped against the table.

A 'unique case'?

"So you're telling us," Princess Alice began, her emerald eyes gleaming with curiosity, "that every Campione has met Pandora... but you are the only one who remembers?"

"Yup!" Asahi took another sip, his eyes glinting playfully.

"Then, it's my turn to ask now." He stretched his hand to Alexandre with an open palm as if expecting something.

Everyone was confused about what action he was doing.

"How long are you going to keep my things? Can i have it back." Asahi didn't feel his magic signature on him, which meant his things were somewhere.

'"What do you mean, it's yours? "

"Ha..what do you mean by that?"

"Thats your compensation for saving you." Alexandre's response came smoothly, his expression unreadable.

'I knew it' Sir Iceman sighed put his hand to his forehead, which kinda expected it.

He really took them.

'Wow, as expected from a famous thief for you.' Tet comments, watching them from the inner world.

'He sure greedy...' Amaterasu felt kinda angry at him.

Asahi's smile twitched due to his shameless reason.

He remained calm and tried to appease the two goddesses.

'Now, now. You two, its just as expected of him. It cant be help.'

There is no point in being mad at him.

When he was already like that.

Asahi slightly bowed to his seat. "I'm truly grateful for you saving me in the battle, " he said sincerely.

Everyone was stunned; everyone, especially Sir Iceman, was pretty surprised, even Alexander.

This was unexpected.

He had stolen from him. Took everything. And yet, this child... was thanking him?

This is the first time he is thankful for him, even though he stole his stuff.

'Master. Do you really plan to give your belongings to him?' Amaterasu raised her concern.

'Well... we have no choice on that hahaha' Asahi replied cheeky, laughing inwardly. 

Asahi smiles helplessly. "If that's what you want, Alex-nii, then it's yours."

Alexandre's brows twitched at the word 'Alex-nii'

But before he could respond, Asahi continued.

"However, can I request something?"

Alexandre's mouth twitched, his sharp black eyes watching him closely and thought.

"As expected, there was a request.'

"Oh, What is it?"

For some reason, he had answered automatically.

Asahi's expression shifted, the casual playfulness dimming just slightly.

"I'm pretty sure you already know that all the major organizations are investigating Mt. Etna, right?"

Sir Iceman nodded. "Yes."

Despite Mt. Etna being restored to a normal state, the seven sister organizations are still being investigated at Mt. Etna. 

They tried to find out if any trace or item was left in the battle and possibly tried to find things from him and use it to locate him.

They even received an email from them asking for some information regarding him.

"I would like to request keep hidden my identity as secret as possible?"

Silence stretched through the room again.

Sir Iceman blinked.

That was... unexpected.

'Thats unusual request...' He didn't expect that.

Why did he want to hide his identity?

Is there any reason for that?

As a [King] wealth and glory before them.

Many people will submit to them. 

For him, a request like that is a simple matter. Just not telling his identity is easy.

However....

He is not the one who gets decided.

Sir Iceman remained neutral, waiting for his leader's decision

To Alexandre...

He watched Asahi closely.

A flicker of something unreadable passed through his black gaze.

Then, he smirked.

"I see. So that's your game."

He rested his chin in his palm, tilting his head.

"You'll let me keep your belongings... in exchange for my silence?"

Asahi gave him a cheeky grin. "Something like that."

Alexandre let out a slow exhale, then chuckled.

"Tch. You're not as much of an idiot as you act, are you?"

Asahi shrugged. "I never said I was."

...

Another pause.

Then—

Alexandre leaned back in his chair, smirking.

"Fine. "

The tension in the room eased—just slightly.

"However, Tell me who the one created them."

Asahi's mouth twitched ever so slightly, but his grin remained firm.

'He took a bait..'

Despite being only nine years old, his eyes held a sharpness far beyond his years.

"I wonder, Alex-nii, Mind telling me why you're so interested in it?"

Alexandre merely smirked, resting his cheek against his knuckles. "Only when the secrets are worth knowing."

Seeing the clothes full of enchantment despite being full of holes.

The clothes began to fix themselves cause they caught Alexandre's attention.

When he tried to analyze his clothes.

The item automatically attacks him with a shockwave blast, electric magic, explosion magic, etc..

However, it was useless.

At the moment of attack laid on him, the spell was quickly dispelled due to Alexandre's high magic resistance.

After all the attacks, the clothes began to deteriorate, and the quality of clothes decreased.

Alexandre's fingers traced the fabric of enchanted clothes, his sharp eyes gleaming with interest.

The spellwork was foreign, complex—crafted with techniques he couldn't immediately decipher.

That alone was enough to pique his curiosity

Asahi's grin remained, but his fingers tapped idly against the wooden table.

"You're really fixated on my stuff, huh, Alex-nii?" His voice was light, teasing, but his gaze began to change to underlying sharpness.

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"Fixated? No. Interested? Definitely." His smirk widened, dark eyes gleaming with amusement. "Not every day you see something react like this. Whoever made this—"

"—had a bad habit of setting traps?" Asahi interjected with a chuckle.

"Had a particular skill," Alexandre corrected smoothly, his tone neutral but his curiosity obvious. "Magic items are one thing. But those that attack can elimate several people around on their own and then self-destruct? That's something else."

?!

Sir Iceman was stunned to hear from Alexandre that the item's capability was dangerous, but he still watched the exchange in silence, arms crossed. His icy gaze flickered between them, ever observant.

Lucretia hid her laugh, but in her eyes, there wasa surprise reaction hearing it from Alexandre but she only to show her poker smile at Alexander, watching the two.

On the other hand, Princess Alice sipped her tea, watching with undisguised interest. "So, Asahi," she mused, "who did make them?"

Asahi tilted his head, still smiling. "I can tell you... who the one made it and also about the function of clothes."

Everyone in the room focused on him, their gazes sharp with curiosity and expectation.

Alexandre leaned forward slightly, resting his chin against his knuckles. "Then go ahead. Tell us."

"But..."

"But?" Sir Iceman pressed, his calm gaze unrelenting.

Asahi sighed dramatically, stretching his arms above his head. "I'm just wondering if I should make it interesting."

Alexandre's smirk widened. "Meaning?"

Asahi leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "Let's make a deal."

Lucretia chuckled softly, shaking her head. "You truly enjoy games, don't you?"

"Only when they make things fun," Asahi admitted shamelessly.

Alexandre exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. "Alright, fine. What kind of deal are we talking about?"

Asahi tapped a finger against the table. "I'll tell you who made the clothes also introduce him to you, but in return, you must promise me not to tell everyone my identity, and could you give back my Shunsui? "

'Shunsui?" 3x

Everyone was confused about what Asahi was talking about.

"Im talking about my katana. You already know you can't use or withdraw it, right?"

Sir Iceman and Alex didn't reply, which made Asahi sure he was right.

They did try to draw that sword; however, they can't.

"That sword is special who choose himself who is worthy. " Asahi began to explain the sword to make them realize why they couldn't use it.

"So, you're the only one who can use it?" Alex asked.

"Apparently, yes."

"I see..." Alexander became more curious about the maker capable of making that kind of sword.

Alexandre's smirk remained, but his dark eyes showed a sharp glint. "Interesting."

Asahi met his gaze unflinchingly. "Is that a yes or a no, Alex-nii?"

Alexandre hummed, clearly enjoying the way Asahi maneuvered the conversation. "You're really that concerned about being found?"

Asahi shrugged. "Let's just say I like my freedom."

Alexandre studied him briefly before exhaling through his nose. "Fine. I agree." Then he looked at the two witches. He assumed Asahi had already requested the same from them.

At his side, Sir Iceman began to ask, "Are you about this?"

He knew the quality of that sword despite not seeing the blade inside of the sheath in his experience. He knew it was a very powerful sword.

Alexander nodded and replied, "I'm sure; that sword is useless anyway if we can't analyze it. If we meet the maker of that Item, then we can request something from him.

Sir Iceman nodded as Alex got the point.

Asahi grinned. "Great! Now that we have a deal..."

"[Lets start the game!]"

Asahi began to chant and use [Authority: Game battle Field].

Everyone knew this [Authority] except Sir Iceman, who was shocked as the golden scroll appeared.

As the Golden began to spread out rules.

His expression couldn't hide his surprise as he understood the rules of the game's regulations.

Asahi and his brother, along with Sir Iceman, both raise their hands and begin to speak a spell to start a game,

Three play and use the old way of the game, which used the previous witch.

After the contract has been established.

Alexander began to ask and leaned back, folding his arms behind his head. "Now, tell me, when will I meet the maker?"

Asahi pretends to be confused and smiles at his brother, "Hah? What are you talking about, Alex-nii? You already met him."

Princess Alice and Sir Iceman began to realize something.

it was Asahi.

Alexandre twitched, and some nerve appeared on his forehead.

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Alexandre exhaled slowly, rubbing his temple.