episode_0062

“What can I do? The decision has already been made to keep them alive. If the ladies have decided to do so, I should follow them obediently.”

Memer spoke in a tone that sounded both resigned and whiny.

“Are you sure that’s okay?”

Ray said. Memer dropped three or four dried flower petals with his slender fingers into the boiling kettle, then turned his head to look at Ray.

“Of course not.”

The crackling of the wood in the fireplace fills the room. The kettle lid begins to rattle, and Ray looks around Memer’s room. There is a closet that fills one wall, and his clothes are also piled on the arms of the chair and the end of the bed. It is definitely different from the image of a man’s room he knew.

“That’s how the world works. It’s only in fairy tales that evil people get punished and good people see the light.”

When Ray turned his head again, he saw Memer holding the kettle handle wrapped in a cloth and bringing in a still-wet teacup, shaking it with his hand.

“The more I do that, the more I quietly and secretly grow my power. That’s how men live in this world. Isn’t it boring to just follow what women want?”

Memer hands Ray a teacup with smoke rising from it. The clear, transparent contents smelled like peaches. There is no fruit called a peach in this world.

“… Do you think I came here because Ms. Mila asked me to?”

“I think helping others is also important. Hurry up and listen, it will turn sour when it gets cold.”

He carefully blew on the tea and drank it. Ray’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Mr. Memer is a man, and you look down on men the most. I also know how to make my own decisions. I just want everyone to have a good ending.”

Memer looked up at Ray with a pouty face and smiled.

“Hehe, I guess I thought you were still too young. Are you saying that you came to see me on purpose because you were worried that my revenge wouldn’t go as I wanted?”

Ray nodded at Memer’s words.

“I never thought the day would come when you would worry about me. Is it because I showed you that I have lost my sense of reason? I will never touch anything that has already been finished, at least for the sake of the children you are taking care of.”

As expected, Memer showed a clear difference in his usual attitude towards women in front of Ray. It felt like his psychological defenses had been broken down. It could be because the difference in power between them was not so obvious, or it could be because they felt a certain sense of solidarity as members of the same gender who belong to a minority.

“I feel relieved when you say that. I heard the kids are still afraid of Mr. Memer.”

“Oh, man. I’ve earned your hate. I’m not popular with kids. Is it because I don’t have a face that all girls like?”

Ray almost spit out the tea he had been holding in his mouth at the sudden compliment on his appearance. Of course, he was gradually becoming accustomed to how people in this world treated him because of his natural appearance, but hearing such words from someone of the same sex was extremely jarring.

“Knock knock knock… Are you kidding me? Yes? ”

“No way. Hehehehehe… … . And you have to be careful? Even if you cherish and protect them like your own daughters, they’ll see you differently. ”

Memer said, leaning back against the backrest and resting his chin on the rest of his head.

“Ugh… I heard that he said he would marry me when he grows up… But they’re kids. They can say things like that because they’re kids.”

Memer shook his head slightly with a smile on his face at Ray’s words. He thought that the most cruel thing was innocent kindness.

Meanwhile, the shouts of several people can be heard from outside, and the sight of the team members busily carrying luggage can be seen outside the window.

“… You’re running around here and there again today. This should be your day off, if things were normal.”

“Yes, I heard you’re leaving this town soon.”

Ray answered, sipping his tea.

“What did you decide to do?”

Memer asks.

“I decided to stay in this city. With the vigilantes who stayed here. What about Mr. Memer?”

He had a strong desire to follow her to the castle of Songrad, so he gathered up his courage and tried to act cute, but Mila refused him so adamantly that he gave up. He had to take care of his twin sisters, and there were still things that would require him here.

“I’m going back to Fraua. I need to check if my subordinates are doing their job well while I’m gone.”

And because there is an important task waiting to be done that will determine the future of the vigilante group.

“Ahh… . Take care of yourself. I exchange letters with my mom sometimes, but I’m not in the capital yet… … Oh, of course, Mr. Memer would know better than I do.”

Ray decided to hold back his words. Memer nodded with a smile on his face, perhaps because he found it admirable that the boy in front of him kept worrying about others.

//

“Then I’ll go now. Enjoy your drink.”

Ray stood up from his seat, putting his teacup down on its stand.

“Are you going to go already? Since it’s come to this, why don’t you just rest today?”

Memer stood up and said.

“There’s a mountain of things to do. If you don’t do housework, it shows right away.”

“This is true, if you keep doing things like that without saying anything, women will think it’s natural.”

Instead of answering, Ray just smiled silently.

“No matter how much I think about it, I think you’re too much for that woman. Dress well and go.”

“Oh, right. Mr. Memer? I have a question for you.”

“Huh? What is it, tell me.”

Memer said, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

“What kind of gift do women usually like the most?”

“That’s right… wouldn’t it be best to fill up the stomach a little?”

Memer said mischievously, stroking his belly.

“Ahh… … As expected.”

But Ray, who didn’t understand the joke, just nodded. He came to the conclusion that giving her something to eat would be the safest option.

“Hoohoohoo, I’ll be waiting for good news in the future!”

“Huh? Oh… Mr. Memer, stay healthy too!”

After exchanging vague greetings, Ray leaves Memer’s residence.

‘Would it be okay if it was just fried chicken? I hope Remili likes it too.’

At that moment, Remili, who had been carrying a box of supplies from afar, was walking towards him. Ray, feeling happy, ran towards her with light steps and greeted her.

“Ah, I see you here! I was planning to visit you soon anyway.”

“Me… …? What happened?”

She was walking crookedly with a face that said she didn’t want to do it, but then she straightened her back and said.

“Haha, I think you’ll like it. See you later tonight! I’ll fill you up.”

“Wh, what…? Huh?”

Ray flashed a smile that was almost murderous and walked away. Remili’s face turned red and she had to stand there in silence for a while.

***

Outside the Frauenkirche, Christie handed the guards a pass and returned their salute. As the guards moved aside the barricade, she pulled on the reins of her horse and left the castle.

“So do you know where that woman named Jeanne is now?”

As we entered the city of Frauen, Chloe, who was riding beside me, asked.

“The last sighting was said to be at a post station in the western region. I wonder if he went into hiding in the mountains.”

Christie said.

“Then how do we find her? And even if we find her, do you really intend to kill her?”

Chloe asks again with a worried look.

“… … I don’t plan on playing around with him the way he wants. This time, I feel a little uneasy.”

Christie was suspicious of why she had been entrusted with such a task, such as removing the powerless.

“Something’s wrong. It looks like you’ll be out of the capital for quite some time. Hey, before you leave, can you stop by somewhere for a bit?”

Chloe scratched her head and asked with an embarrassed look on her face.

“… Is it urgent? I have to hurry.”

Christie glanced at her sideways.

“That’s right, I need to tell them something at home. They’ll be worried if I don’t leave work without saying anything.”

Christie rolls her eyes at Chloe’s answer.

“Family?”

“Yeah. My husband. We haven’t been married for very long.”

“… … … Well, I guess I can’t afford to be that relaxed.”

Christie’s salivary glands began to work hard. She turned the subject around, pretending to be kind.

But after a while, she frowned and muttered as she spoke. No matter how much he was a tempting married man, he didn’t look like one at all. It was probably because Chloe adored her brother so much that she thought she was seeing at least a man similar to him.

“Our groom packed a lot of things for us. Oh, would you like some? If you feel hungry… … ”

“No, that’s okay.”

Christie flatly refused.