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.
