Wizard World Irregular

Chapter 555 Did You Think Our Family Is Some Kind Of Day Care Center?

Sigmund reappeared a kilometer away from the farm and glanced at the old Cat Kin who was leaning on a tree.

“Are you one of the people targeting those two old people?” Sigmund asked in a cold tone.

“No,” Enzo replied. “I’m one of the people whom Young Master Ethan asked to protect his grandparents from the shadows.

“It will take my comrades two to three weeks to arrive in Eastshire, so I decided to go ahead with how urgent the situation was. But it seems that I didn’t need to worry about their safety.”

“Oh?” Sigmund arched an eyebrow. “What did my adoptive son ask of you people exactly? And what kind of payment did he promise your people for your services?”

Enzo smirked after hearing Sigmund’s question. He wasn’t inclined to answer any of the man’s questions, but since he was among the people who helped raise their Young Master, he believed that he could give them some face.

“The young master asked us to help protect his grandparents and the parents of his cousin, Chloe,” Enzo replied. “As for payment? We need none of it. We’re only doing this to repay a favor.”

Sigmund narrowed his eyes. “You refer to my adoptive son as your Young Master. Do you know who his parents are?”

“I am not obligated to answer that question,” Enzo answered calmly.

The two men stared at each other for a full minute without saying anything. A moment later, Sigmund walked toward the Old Catkin and only stopped when he was only a meter away from him.

“Then, have you come to take Ethan back?” Sigmund inquired. “Did his no-good parents want him back after discarding him when he was a baby?”

Enzo frowned because he didn’t like the way Sigmund worded his message. Even so, it was not his place to answer these questions, so he just shook his head.

“None of us came here to take the Young Master back,” Enzo replied. “However, once he turns eighteen, he will need to go to Midgard to take part in his coming-of-age trial, which will allow him to know his true identity.”

“You people sure are something, huh?” Sigmund sneered. “First, you throw him away, then you invite him back to your fold the moment he turns eighteen? Do you think our family is some kind of Day Care Center where you can leave your kid and take it back whenever it's convenient for you?”

Enzo didn't have the moral high ground, so he couldn’t say anything to defend himself.

There was no sugarcoating the fact that Ethan was abandoned when he was still a baby.

Although the Protector Clans had sent their people to look for him, they hadn’t been able to find any trace of the child until he accidentally arrived in Brynhildr Academy, where he was found by Emma.

“It is not my place to answer your questions,” Enzo replied. “I am only a retainer, and I was asked to come here to complete a mission. Nothing more, nothing less. If you wish to know more about the Young Master’s identity, why don’t you accompany him when he goes to Midgard for his coming-of-age ceremony?”

Sigmund scoffed when he heard Enzo’s reply.

“Make sure to guard my parents well,” Sigmund stated as he walked away. “Because if they are harmed a second time, I’ll make sure that you won’t be able to see Ethan ever again.”

Ethan’s adoptive father disappeared once more, making Enzo sigh.

‘Good grief.’ Enzo shook his head. ‘Lady Catherine, I don’t know if I should be happy or not about the Young Master’s adoptive family. Regardless, this must be Fate. I just didn’t expect to find someone who is as strong as the Young Master’s father here in the Shire Continent.’

The Old Catkin was an assassin, and he was very confident in his strength.

He was just as strong as Lily’s Father, Seff, but even he believed that if he and Sigmund really fought, the one who would lose would undoubtedly be him.

‘The Gremories, huh?’ Enzo pondered. ‘I guess they have the bloodline of an Ancient Demon running in their veins.’

Enzo glanced in the direction where Sigmund disappeared for a few seconds before fading into the shadows.

His duty was to ensure that Ethan’s grandparents wouldn’t be hurt a second time.

And he wasn’t really a merciful person, so he wouldn’t hesitate to eliminate any other forces who dared to target the people that raised his Young Master with love and care.

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Brynhildr Academy…

While all of this was happening, Ethan was sleeping peacefully inside his room, unaware that his enemies had already extended their claws toward his grandparents.

Fortunately, help arrived on time, so the worst-case scenario was prevented.

However, not all people in the academy were sleeping peacefully.

Nicole, who was inside her room, was busy reading a letter that had just arrived from the Asta Family, informing her about the next trial for the Heir Wars.

The young lady read the letter thrice to make sure that she didn’t miss anything before burning the letter completely.

A look of disdain appeared on her beautiful face as she watched the flames engulf the letter in her hand until it turned into ashes.

After everything that happened in the Epic Legacy Domain, Oscar Asta had finally decided to announce the last mission for the Heir Wars.

“Bring Ethan Gremory to the Asta Residence. Dead or alive.”

That was the final mission of the Heir Wars, and whoever was able to complete it first would become the next Heir of the Asta Family.

The candidates who had lost the previous trials were allowed to join the final event, causing a stir in the family.

However, none of the adults complained.

They wanted nothing more than to get revenge for the death of their two prodigies who could have elevated their Family to greater heights.

One had even been a Magistratus in training.

Even if he didn’t become the Patriarch, his rank as a Magistratus was enough to increase their family's prestige.

The other was a prodigy who wielded the power of Gravity.

It was an incredibly rare and powerful Legacy, which wouldn’t lose to the power of Epic Legacies.

Unfortunately for them, both Vladimir and Constantine were gone, making the Main and Branch Families very angry.

“You really want to poke the Hornet’s Nest, huh, Old Man?” Nicole muttered. “If you want to die, don’t involve others in it. I’m done playing your little game.”

Nicole then blew on the candle on the table, engulfing her room in complete darkness.

However, within that darkness, a pair of icy pink eyes glowed faintly.

Eyes that wished nothing more than to cover her enemies in a thick sheet of ice.