Chapter VII

"Master, get up. The head of the house has something important to see you. Early in the morning, shouts were heard outside the door.

"Well, Karen, let me sleep a little longer." Otto, who was holding the quilt, reluctantly rolled over and spoke in a voice that only he could hear.

"Young master, hurry up."

Eh~ Wait, isn't Karen on a mission? So who's outside the door? The head of the house? Want to see me? Otto, who suddenly realized something, quickly got up, rubbed his still foggy eyes, and reluctantly got out of bed.

Opening the door, Otto walked out slowly. He looked at the maid who seemed to be younger than him and motioned for her to lead the way.

"Young master, your hair hasn't been taken care of yet." The maid looked like she wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, and the way Otto looked at the chicken coop at the moment was really funny.

Forehead, hair? Who helped me get it the week before? Forget it~ Forget it, I was too confused to remember at the time.

Looking at the maid who seemed to be about to comb his hair, Otto turned and walked towards the house, "Come in"

In his previous life, as a serious person, he didn't have the habit of keeping long hair, so don't expect him to comb his hair or anything.

"Excuse me," said the maid who entered the house very respectfully.

Walking to the mirror and sitting down, Otto's thoughts drifted away. As a waste of value in the eyes of others, what is the purpose of being suddenly found? Could it be ...... At this moment, Otto's mind inevitably remembered the scene in the bathhouse before. It's not going to be that state to be known, it's so troublesome, ask me how to explain it.

While thinking quickly in his head, while getting useful information from the mouth of the maid next to him, Otto now seems to be at ease in doing so.

"Father, what is he looking for me?"

"I don't know, I heard that the weapon researched by the young master has achieved good results on the front line, so I should praise it......" The maid in the flowering season looked very jumpy.

"That alone would be nice," Otto thought to himself

"Eh~ I'm sorry young master, it's me who is too talkative." As if realizing her mistake, the maid carefully apologized.

Is this low-level mistake new? No wonder it's not seen before.

"Don't care, what's going on with the second brother lately."

"Second Young Master? I've been recuperating from my injuries for the past few days. "The maid who has somewhat understood Otto's character is not so reserved.

"Recuperate? Did he suffer any injuries? Otto wondered: Could it be fighting the Honkaimon? No, no, no, Apokalis doesn't have the strength to confront Honkai head-on, so ......

"I heard that I accidentally sprained it in the shower about a week ago." The maid, who had finished combing her hair, picked up the small mirror that was placed on the table and stood behind Otto and held it up.

"Nice workmanship." Otto, who saw his hairstyle through the reflection of the two mirrors, boasted.

"Thanks, then I'll lead the way."

Could it be that the guy didn't say it? If you think about it carefully, isn't it a shame to be recognized as a waste or something? Otto, who had figured it all out, walked much briskerly one after another.

Coming to the reception room, there is only one person here at this moment, which is different from Otto's imagination - Alvar Apokalis (again self-made, don't care about ⊙?⊙)

"I've seen my father" gave a reason to the man sitting on the main seat, which is a bit awkward as a modern person.

"Sit down" Alva, who saw Otto's stiffness, frowned, but still let Otto sit in front of him. His voice was thick and hoarse, giving people a very strong sense of oppression.

Otto, who was sitting directly across from Alva, was only now free to gather a large number of opponents. Square face, slightly white hair, thick beard...... Everything is as I remembered.

"You seem to have been negligent in etiquette lately," Alva chatted with Otto about trivial matters as he took a sip of his teacup.

"Yes, I'll review it when I get back," Otto, who hadn't yet adapted to this momentum, replied stiffly.

"No, I'm just saying casually, don't put the cart before the horse." Putting the teacup down, Alva put on a more serious expression.

"Do you know how well your weapons have been on the front lines?"

"Forehead ......"

Alva gave Otto a meaningful look before continuing, "Squads equipped with your developed weapons have a 20% increased survival rate and a 15% increase in combat success rate."

"You should have expected all of this."

"Uh, yes" Otto replied honestly in defeat in the oppressive eyes of the other party.

"Hahahaha" For some reason, Alva burst out laughing.

"I really lost my eyes before, and from today onwards all your rights as a descendant of Apocalis will be restored, and those researchers will be your subordinates in the future, and you will be the biggest there except for me."

Although it didn't look much better, Otto still seemed very excited at the moment. If it weren't for his strong self-discipline, I'm afraid he would have jumped up a long time ago. The institute is under its own jurisdiction, which will undoubtedly be of great help to Otto in all his future research and plans.

"Thank you father"

"Alright, let's get down to business."

"Business?" Before Otto could speak, the coffee table in front of him was overturned, and then he saw a strong and powerful arm attacking him.

In such a critical situation, Otto didn't even bother to think about anything else. The location of his attack is his throat, and with this kind of strength, the hit will definitely die.

With his brain running full, Otto regained that feeling, but unlike usual, his eyes did not change at the moment.

Quickly extend your right hand and apply thrust to the direction in its calculations......

"What!" Under Alva's astonished gaze, his fist was easily deflected by Otto, and the sensation of hitting cotton made him extremely uncomfortable.

"It's just a coincidence, come again!" Alva snorted, then spun around and kicked a whip kick.

"Hey, hey, is this really going to kill me? Even if it's a temptation, you don't have to play much. Otto sneered inwardly, and then put on a defensive posture.

With a loud bang, Otto was slammed into the wall.

"Crackling" The paintings hanging on the wall fell to the ground.

Many of the retainers who heard the sound rushed over......

"Young Master!" The maid who had brought Otto earlier ran to Otto, who was sitting against the wall.

Alva, who saw this scene, frowned, as if he was about to scold

"Hey, hey, although I know your loyalty, but you also have to distinguish the occasion" Otto, who relieved the girl, slowly got up. In fact, he had a better way to deal with it, but he had to take the blow in order to take someone's fragile nerves.

"Even though I lost most of my strength, it still hurt. Can't the stinky old man be lighter? ”

Seeing that Alva was surrounded by people, he didn't want to ask much, in fact, as the father who knew Otto best, he thought he knew this waste son very well, but what he saw today was a bit more than he knew.

"Go down and rest," Alva said to Otto, waving his hand to disperse.

With the help of the little maid, Otto pretended to be broken and retreated. This kind of acting skills is really unjustifiable if you don't give a little golden man.

"What the hell are you hiding, Otto!"