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Ray couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration as soon as he took a bite of the salty stir-fry dish served in a large leaf bowl by their ‘huermi’, despite the slight annoyance he felt at the babbling tone, the spitting intonation, and the distance between them as if they were his neighbors for ten years.

The fantastic aroma, texture, and seasoning that sticks to your mouth. It tasted like a memory of a high-end Chinese restaurant I visited once in a past life for a company dinner.

I was planning to take my wife and daughter to Korea once, but Ray started to eat a lot on purpose to erase the unpleasant feelings that suddenly came to his mind.

“How is it? It tastes better because it’s free, right?”

Mila, whose stomach was naturally full at the thought of having a hard time, quickly put down her fork and rested her chin on her hand, watching Ray eat. Unable to answer without spitting out the contents of her mouth, Ray decided to just nod.

Mila smiled at Ray’s answer and reached out to remove the piece of food stuck to her lips. Mila’s red hair sparkled even more in the light of the campfire, and Ray’s face also turned a little red. In fact, both of them were on the level of being ordinary in that they didn’t know how attractive they were to the other person.

“Believe it or not, southern merchants hate petty calculations, unlike merchants, so they tend to make concessions appropriately. It’s something merchants in other regions couldn’t even dream of! Free fire, free cooking, free dishes! And they never present a bill later. I couldn’t believe it at first, but it’s true! When on earth are you going to save money?”

Mila glanced around, then leaned in and whispered excitedly to Ray.

“Aren’t they just kind, good people?”

After a while, Ray, who had just finished eating, was about to stand up after folding the wide leaf containing the food once horizontally and once vertically, when a man carrying a bundle on one shoulder saw him and came running towards him.

“Oh, I’ll get it and clean it up. Does the food taste good? Is it salty? What if I’m hungry after eating that?”

Ray thought it would take some time to get used to their way of speaking, which made him not even sure where to start answering questions.

“Yes, thanks to you, it was delicious.”

Ray tilts his head at Mila’s answer. He just answered yes to all three questions. Does that mean he answered yes to all three questions? Or did he answer yes to the first two questions, thus rounding up the positive score to 66%?

“Really? That’s good!”

Then the man walks over there, throws the leaves he was using as a bowl into the bonfire, and starts chatting with the person next to him again.

“Where are these people going?”

“Well, if Mybaon is still safe from the bandits, then I’m sure we’ll get there.”

“Oh my… Is it really far from here?”

Ray yawned as he felt sleepy, having eaten. He was so ‘cultured’ that he would turn his head away and cover his mouth without fail.

“I’ll get there by sunrise tomorrow. If I walk all night, I can get there before sunrise, but it’s a bit dangerous these days. Ugh⋯⋯, phew.”

She stretches her body upwards, yawning contagiously. Ray, who is still not used to this world where women groan and groan indiscriminately everywhere, is looking around for no reason, as if it is a structure that forces culture on one gender.

“Then, are we going to a place called Mybaon with these people?”

“Right, I was originally planning to go there rather than following. Since it’s a place where merchants gather, it’ll be easy to find that gentleman, Memer.”

The two of them didn’t notice that the moment Memer’s name came out of Mila’s mouth, the people around her who hadn’t even glanced at her when she made a strange yawning sound were glancing over at them.

No matter how dire the situation in the southern region was, it seemed that they thought that camping overnight would be no problem here, not far from Fraua, and after the noisy meal was finally over, they began to prepare for bed, one by one, by setting up their mats around the campfire.

“Bonfire duty? Ah, okay, okay! We’ll do that, so go and get some sleep.”

Mila, who has a brain that structurally finds it difficult to understand their kindness, returns with a bewildered look on her face. Then, she covers herself with a blanket and lies down on the wagon, leaning against it, dozing off, and falls asleep next to Ray.

The clouds that covered the sky during the day are now lightly dispersing, and starlight is pouring down across the wide plain. Despite it being summer, the air is quite chilly and you can hear the sounds of people tossing and turning here and there.

And someone moves quietly without the knowledge of those who are sleeping. He picks up a horse that is pulling a cart, climbs on it, sneaks out of the campsite, and starts running.

‘Supplies have safely departed from Fraua. As a special feature, an unidentified man and woman are accompanying them in search of Memer. Even more special is that the man is very pretty.’

Reports like these are relayed through a dense and rapid intelligence network during the night to the vigilante command post stationed near the bandit base.

“If someone is looking for you and trying to bother you in the capital again, should I tell my men in the supply line to take care of it by tomorrow morning?”

The eldest of the Kindle sisters, a woman named Ailee Kindle, came to Memer’s residence with a document containing the report and asked.

“You’re looking for me? Where, give it to me.”

Memer, who is fully adorned with sparkling jewelry even in the middle of the night, accepts the document and begins to read it while tilting his head. Soon after, Memer smiles.

“The one we’ve been waiting for has finally arrived. Tell them to bring it with care. He’s the one who will give us wings.”

***

Morning comes again to the Fraua Royal Castle, where the atmosphere is quite different from before. The five or six or so courtiers sitting around the residence of Lord Perel Dyce, the chief chamberlain, could be considered the only opposition party of the Eastern Army left in the palace. The rest of the nobles were either no longer of this world or had kissed Uriel’s boots and turned their backs on them.

“I distributed the palace layout to the special forces. They will be able to rescue the King and Queen quickly as soon as their leader falls on the day of the operation. ”

“Okay. Sir Epirem, you should stay out of the way with the special forces until the day of the banquet. I’ll try to explain the situation somehow. ”

Sir Dice is drawing arrows on the plan with his short arms, recording every detail of the operation without fail.

“What are you going to do with the Seggram ball? Your Majesty.”

“We must dispose of him without exception. Since he joined hands with them, he is no longer a subject of King Arsul.”

“Ah, but the reputation of the family is something that is hard to overlook. Rather than rashly touching them, it is better to persuade them and bring them to this side⋯.”

“There can be no family more important than the royal family!”

Sir Dice slams his short arm on the desk.

“The reason those evil guys are still keeping the King and Queen alive is ultimately related to legitimacy. If we cut off the royal bloodline that has continued for hundreds of years, we will have enemies everywhere. We may be lacking in power, but we are much better off in terms of legitimacy. Even if something happens to the King and Queen because of this incident, we still have the Crown Prince.”

“That⋯Is that so⋯.”

“⋯Your Majesty. If the special forces stay outside the banquet hall until just before the plan is executed, how do we know when the operation will begin?”

“I will give you the signal myself. At this banquet, a special dish will be served only for the commander. After this happens, I will open the entrance to the hall during the confusion. Until then, wait quietly. ”

“And, before the operation, the most important thing is security. Absolutely, absolutely, this plan must not be leaked. Remember that.”

As soon as their secret conspiracy is over, Sir Dice goes to work in his usual attire, repeatedly rubbing his facial muscles with his hand to make sure there is no suspicious, grave expression on his face.

‘dripping’

“You can come in.”

The Crown Prince’s residence, Sir Dice opens the door slightly and sticks his head out, carefully looking inside the room.

“Perel? Oh… Is it because of Joao Ron? He hasn’t even started work yet. ”

Sir Dice, who was relieved by those words, closes the door and comes in.

“Are you scared of that guy? Well, I was scared at first too, but someone as old as Ferrell⋯”

“No… It’s not scary! Being cautious and being scared are completely different. Your Highness the Crown Prince. As I’ve said many times, it’s better to keep your distance from that person.”

“If you talk frankly, he’s not that bad of a person, so that’s what I’m saying. Perel, how about you two talking sometime? Should I make some space for you? ”

“Okay, it’s okay.”

“I’m a little late for work today. I need to let you know that I’ve made up with the prince.”

It was already time for her to go to work, and the ever-loyal Christie was still lying in bed, covered tightly with the blanket. What was unusual was that Hesset was also in the same blanket.

“I, I just wanted to return the clothes I borrowed from you⋯.”

“Even though it’s your clothes, you took the time to wash them? My clothes smell like your wife.”

“I just cleaned it before returning it because it got wet in the rain⋯. Ugh⋯⋯⋯!”

“Shh, it smells good, ma’am. It smells much better up close like this.”

“Ah …