episode_0112

“Was there anyone who would come?”

There were no guests who said they would come.

“The Lord of Bastogne has arrived.”

“Ugh…”

At that moment, an ominous feeling came over me.

Did the Lord of Bastogne come to visit me?

“Laurent!”

“Yes?”

“Lord Bastogne… Why did you come?”

“Well? You said you would come up to Paris a few days ago…”

“Why didn’t you tell me that earlier!”

I grabbed Laurent’s shoulders and shook him violently.

If I had told you earlier, I would at least come up with a good excuse and send you away. If you come suddenly like this…

“What’s the problem?”

“Of course!”

It was a pain even if I stayed still, and I was so scared of what kind of reaction I would have if I found out that I was pregnant with Laurent’s child that I was shaking.

“So where are you?”

“It should be uploading now.”

Thump thump thump thump!

As Leah spoke, the sound of someone coming up the stairs was heard.

“I heard the news, baby!”

The Lord of Bastogne opened the door wide and came inside.

“Ugh!”

I screamed and hid behind Laurent.

“Laurent, I came running a month after hearing the news today.”

The corners of Laurent’s mouth rose slightly at the words of the Lord of Bastogne.

“Good job, guy!”

“billion! Ugh!”

Every time the Lord of Bastogne tapped his back, Laurent made a death sound.

“I thought you were a complete idiot… I heard you were so uninterested in women that I thought you liked men?”

“How many times do you tell that story?”

“Wouldn’t it be better if you showed yourself like this a long time ago?”

“This is completely unreasonable…”

Laurent muttered quietly as if he was dissatisfied.

“Mari, there is something I forgot to tell you.”

“Huh? What is it?”

“Other guests will also come.”

My eyebrows furrowed when I heard that another customer was coming in this situation.

“Again..?! Who is it this time?”

“That is…”

Woo-du-du-du!

I also heard someone rushing up the stairs.

“I heard the news!”

Count Lajuran came in with his hair all messed up.

“Did Count Rajouran come too…?”

“No, you’re pregnant? Who on earth is the other person?!”

“Hehe…”

The Lord of Bastogne tapped Count Lajuran on the shoulder.

He looked at Count Lajuran with a winning smile.

“Count Lajuran. She is now my daughter-in-law.”

“Look, Lord Bastogne. Cutting in line like this is a foul, a foul.”

“My son has already sowed the seeds?”

“Huh, indeed…!”

Count Rajouran scoffed, saying it was absurd.

No, it’s against the law, why are you doing your own thing and thinking who I belong to even when you’re asleep?

I sighed and stepped forward.

“Why are you two here?”

“It’s me, you came to see my daughter-in-law, right?”

“Now that you’ve seen it, I think you can go back.”

“Such…!”

The Lord of Bastogne gave an expression of bewilderment, but he lightly ignored it.

“What about Count Lajuran?”

“It’s me… I followed that guy.”

“Then I think you can go back.”

“Are you going to send it away in such a cold way?”

“Didn’t you come so recklessly without a promise?”

“Uh… um…”

Count Rajouran was about to say something but stopped.

“Adventure…! I’m thirsty.”

As I tried to chase them away, the Lord of Bastogne began to complain that he was thirsty.

“It would be nice if you could give me something to drink…?”

I lowered the corners of my mouth and looked at him.

“Lotos.”

“Hiccup! Oh why?”

“Stop drinking and give them a drink.”

“I’m a bother, so you do it.”

“Is that something to say while drinking alcohol at my house?”

“Ugh… It’s my friend.”

What is Paljataryeong on the subject of stealing wine from someone else’s house?

“Bring it to you quickly.”

“Yay ma’am.”

Lotos stumbled slightly and lifted two oak barrels containing wine onto his shoulders.

Empty! Tangrang!

When he placed the oak barrel on the table, the candlestick fell to the floor due to the impact.

“Okay, just go and have a drink.”

“Thank you.”

Lotos grinned and then sat down again to drink.

“That drunkard.”

I muttered quietly, imagining hitting the soft back of his head.

“Hmm… I can’t drink this much…”

Count Lajuran frowned slightly as he looked at the oak barrel.

“Wait a minute.”

I handed him a wine glass.

“Thank you, but I want something in a bottle instead of this…”

“Ussa.”

I lifted the oak barrel.

Count Lajuran’s mouth widened as he saw me lightly lifting an oak barrel twice the size of my body.

“Hold your glass still.”

When I removed the stopper in the middle of the oak barrel, wine flowed out.

“I just peeled it, so the scent might not be that great, but this is all I have for now…”

“No, no, this is enough.”

Count Lajuran waved his hand and drank.

When I saw everyone drinking, including the Count de la Jouran in front of me and the Lord of Bastogne sitting next to him, I suddenly felt sad.

“I’m the only one who can’t drink it…”

I like drinking too.

I know how to drink too.

I can’t drink as much… but I drink well anyway.

“I’m jealous, I’m jealous…”

“Heh heh… I can’t help but think about it until the baby is born.”

The Lord of Bastogne smiled and spoke to me, who was very sulky.

Count Lajuran, who had been sipping wine, put down his glass.

“I forgot about that because of your pregnancy story.”

“What do you mean?”

“Did you know that all the nobles have recently left Paris?”

“Yes, I saw it last time.”

At that time, the place was empty except for a few people, so it felt empty.

“I feel like I stepped on their tail.”

“Really?”

“I don’t know exactly where they are, but I am certain that they are within Elance.”

“Still, I’m glad I can find out his whereabouts.”

“But I don’t know whether to call this fortunate or not…”

“The Cardinal said he is looking for someone, so I will have to wait a little longer.”

“If the Duke of Orléans catches you, can I punch his handsome face?”

“I can’t say that because once he’s caught, others will take him.”

“Who will take me?”

“Isn’t there a famous friend called the Heretic Questioner?”

“Ugh…”

Suddenly Aramis trembled.

“Why?”

“Hearing that I was a heresy interrogator brought back some bad memories…”

It was such a bad memory that his cheeks were trembling.

“Anyway, if you get caught by those guys, you’re going to die, right?”

“I guess it’s only natural since I summoned the devil.”

“Still, the Duke of Orléans was excommunicated from the Holy Kingdom, and Charles V placed a bounty of 70 million guilden worth of gold coins on his head.”

“Wow… 70 million…”

I felt like my mind was numb at the enormous amount of bounty.

“Whew… Just hearing the amount makes me sober up.”

Lotos stopped drinking and closed his eyes.

“Anyway, it’s a shame that nothing good happens even if you get caught.”

I’m not sure about the rest, but I liked that one.

“Oh, and when you finish drinking, please go back.”

“Eck…”

When the order to celebrate the wedding was issued, the Lord of Bastogne looked in tears.

#

Even though I was pregnant, I was still not able to be active, so I started walking around Paris with Laurent more often.

Originally, I was practicing swordsmanship with Laurent, but I got caught by a medical doctor who came to visit, and I got a lot of nagging.

“What should I do if a pregnant woman does vigorous exercise?”

“I am this strong, so wouldn’t my child be strong enough?”

“Don’t say strange things, and be careful about vigorous exercise or movement for the sake of the unborn baby.”

“You’d rather tell me to die…”

“I’m saying this so you don’t get sick.”

“No alcohol, no coffee, no sparring. Then what on earth are you asking me to do?”

“There are good activities like cross-stitching or painting.”

I pursed my lips.

“Anyway, don’t do what you’re told not to do.”

The doctor returned after giving me repeated warnings.

Thanks to this, I couldn’t even practice swordsmanship, so there was nothing to do at home, so all I could do was walk aimlessly around the city.

“I’m bored.”

Even when I went out, there was nothing to drink, be it alcohol or coffee, so it seemed like there was no point in going out.

But I don’t do cross-stitch or draw.

“You can’t drink alcohol or coffee, so what pleasure can you live for?”

“Then, how about drinking some tea?”

“What do you do by drinking water made with boiled leaves?”

“I think Mari is the only one who describes tea that way.”

“Anyway, isn’t it too hot in fall?”

After walking for a while, I felt like I was sweating.

I waved my hands and fanned myself.

Then I looked down and noticed something interesting.

“Wow!”

“Why are you doing that?”

“My cleavage is covered in sweat.”

I pointed to the sweat that had accumulated in the Y-shaped valley of my cleavage.

“Wow…”

Laurent blushed slightly and took out a handkerchief.

“You don’t have to say that.”

He casually wiped away the sweat that had accumulated on my cleavage.

“Anyway, it’s so hot that I can buy this…”

I can’t drink this cold…

“So, in times like this, eating a spoonful of chewy dondurma is perfect.”

“So, a spoonful of chewy dondurma… Huh?”

When I turned my head, Shamir was standing there.

He was wearing a turban and turkye, not the élance-style clothes he usually wore.

“It’s been a while.”

He stuck out his tongue slightly, teasing me.