And like that, the Duke stormed off, leaving Maniel standing in the middle of stunned nobles.
Maniel, coming to himself, cleared his throat, and began asking around. Asking what had happened.
"It was a man with Blue hair. He was a man unlike any other I've seen."
"He was handsome."
"Probably good in bed."
"His mana felt infinite…"
"It all happened in a second."
"The speed… I couldn't track it."
"He took your daughter."
They were all saying the same thing.
Maniel sighed, giving up on asking. He would thoroughly research what had happened on a later date.
He turned, giving a solemn order:
"Somebody clean that place up."
He paused.
"Flanol."
A man leaped from high above, landing on the ground next to Maniel with a thud. He went down on one knee.
"Give your order, My Lord."
"Find my daughter."
"Which one?"
"The useless one."
In the next moment, the man leaped away.
Maniel's frozen pathways melted, the cold disappearing immediately.
