Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!-Chapter 667 - 220 Flandre: In every sense, it’s out of control now (10.2k)_6

That night, the Duke of Lionheart sat in the dining room, unable to eat a bite of his meal, looking at Flandre and said in agony,

"The Magic Monarch of the Mage Education and Research Academy said to Mr. Bartlett, 'Are you going back to the Bell Federation to train those who can't even properly cast spells?'"

"Flandre, my daughter, do you know what the Bartlett Monarch replied?"

At that time, Flandre had not yet realized the severity of the problem. She only saw her father smiling, but as he smiled, he let out a roar like that of a wild beast,

"Bartlett Monarch was very firm in his response. He said, 'If that is the only way I can serve the Federation, then I will do it!'"

"But, my daughter, the supreme military might of our Federation is still not strong enough; we can't even bring him back.

I must become stronger, even stronger… until my fangs can tear the throats of those wild chickens!"

Flandre had never seen such an expression on her father's face in her life.

Cold and stern with a touch of madness, but mostly, it was filled with sorrow.

The Duke of Lionheart, who usually seemed like a caring parent, now had no warmth left in his gaze.

After that, the chanting at the Lion Heart Castle's fighting arena never ceased, day after day, year after year.

The Duke within the Lion Heart Castle grew ever more grand in demeanor, while the tenderness in his eyes transformed into an extreme longing for martial strength, and he began to feel ever more estranged.

Sometimes, when he looked at his offspring and descendants, the sternness and fury that erupted from his gaze turned into a towering inferno that nearly suffocated everyone.

"You carry the Lion Heart Blood, so you should be lions, the mightiest of lions, ready to roar and sever the enemies' throats when needed.

Compete! You are not yet worthy as you are now, do not fail your blood and responsibility!"

And then...

To become stronger and more fearsome, a struggle enveloped the entire Lionheart Family and unfolded.

This is why Flandre had always tried to mitigate the family conflicts.

No one understood better than she that the reason her brothers and sisters had crazily turned against each other over the years was not for the so-called struggle for power and profit.

It was because they had realized that their own frail selves could not alleviate the pressure on their father's shoulders and sought, through such competition, to continue until a worthy Lion emerged.

Conflict marks the beginning of a leader's emergence but also the beginning of the rending of warmth and peace.

And as this conflict continued, a sense of resentment, to some extent, emerged among the siblings, and due to the environment in which the previous generation was raised, more often than not, the siblings were somewhat reserved and reticent.

Many of the younger generation did not understand their elders' intentions, instinctively following in their struggles.

By the time someone realized the problem, it was already too late.

Years of competition had permeated the Lionheart Family with an air of tension, leaving many of the younger members holding onto small grudges.

The most absurd thing was that Campbell, one of the three most likely to become the leading lion, encountered a chosen one and had his mindset shattered. free𝑤ebnovel.com

The fourth brother, rather than desiring the Duchy, yearned to fight to the death with the enemy on the Federation's battlefield, so he went off to the Royal Court.

And oneself... had no such desire in the first place.

Who would have thought that the one to ultimately turn the tide would still be their own father?

To be precise, it was the older generation.

When the strength of several Dukes and even some of the old Marquises had each made breakthroughs, the hardship that had hindered the Bell Federation from "requesting" the Bartlett Monarch back from the holy Briania seemed to vanish.

"Mr. Bartlet, how is that plan progressing?" Flandre whispered.

Bartlet did not reply but simply stared silently out the window. After a long time, he turned his head and said,

"Master Kael once said something that I am very fond of."

He murmured:

"In the interactions between great nations, strength is always the foundation for upholding justice, and a strong military is the true backbone of diplomacy. Dignity resides upon the edge of the sword, and truth only within the reach of spells.

Lady Flandre, do you know that some years ago, when I was preparing to return to the Federation, the leader of the Crusaders came to me in person and promised that I could continue to participate unrestricted in the highest-level research programs of the holy Brianian Crusaders.

He told me that the Federation lacked the soil for Manipulation spells to thrive, that the connections between people were of duty and honor, not of gods and men.

The magic I'm most proud of is not even worth mentioning on the land of the Federation. As an outstanding Manipulation Mage returning to such an environment, what exactly could I do?"

Lady Franca chuckled softly and asked, "So, have you found your answer in the Federation now?"

Mr. Bartlet did not answer directly, but his voice carried a contented chuckle:

"Yes, I can do anything, even if it means swinging a hammer like a Dwarf to forge a sharp sword.

I will try my best to be a little useful, to forge the sword sharper than before, at least sharp enough to pierce through gauze, I suppose!"

Flandre laughed and said, "But you have more important things to do, don't you?"

Mr. Bartlet laughed too: "Don't say that, the weapon-forging Dwarves wouldn't think so."

"But they have started to enjoy drinking and dancing now, haven't they?"

"Alright, alright, I can't argue with you young folks. Master Kael really is a formidable and troublesome man...

The power entwined around him is too complex, even I can't see through it, but at least I'm glad about one thing."

"Hmm? Such as?"

"The things he's fond of, on the land of the Bell Federation, the affections of people are like chains, binding a monster firmly to our chariot.

I have a feeling that he will soon bring us new surprises, surprises that are enough to astonish everyone!

And... to some extent, he already possesses the conditions to use Manipulation spells without a cost. Maybe he can become the first truly controllable being in that 'impossible theory.'

I'm looking forward to it, perhaps one day, my spells can flourish through this monster."

"From what you say, you really have high expectations for Kael."

Lady Franca, the highest realm of charm is not to charm life but to charm natural phenomena. In the theory of Manipulation, there is a saying—

The so-called incantations are essentially communications with natural phenomena. After some bargaining, we pay with magic power, and nature reciprocates.

So if someone has enough charm and meets certain special conditions, they could cast spells silently without needing to bargain."

Frandre raised an eyebrow: "I've never heard of this theory, which Master proposed it?"

The Bartlet Monarch laughed, his face revealing a wild grin: "I did."

His tone was firm and undeniable, as if stating a fact.

Lady Franca nodded and said, "You want to teach him?"

"Not exactly, after all, he is Luxius's student."

"Then what do you mean?"

"I'll just teach him two key moves..."

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