episode_0033

The next morning.

Siron stood up, scratching his messy hair. When I turned my head to the window, the morning sun was peeking out over the snowy mountain.

Normally, I would have woken up refreshed just before the sun rose. But yesterday, something unexpected happened and I ended up oversleeping a little. Maybe that’s why my body felt a little dizzy.

As Siron yawned, he smelled the faint smell of alcohol coming from his mouth.

“…What is this?”

‘Why does my breath smell like alcohol?’

“Ugh…”

For a moment, Siron frowned.

The boy pressed his forehead and massaged it as a headache came on without warning.

The feeling of being pricked by a needle on both ends of the forehead and a slight tingling seem to indicate that Siron’s condition is different from usual.

Siron rolled his head and tried to remember what happened yesterday.

Yeah, I remember.

yesternight,

Encia, who could not control her feelings of joy, brought a barrel of liquor from the basement warehouse to the bedroom, saying that she had to hold a celebration party.

It was only for a moment that the drinking scene took place like that. The maids who were all watching came out one by one as soon as Encia turned on the water, and the bedroom was turned into a banquet hall and filled with food.

Perhaps because there was a strange connection between them, Yuma, the maid, was unable to stop them.

-young master. Is it really necessary to skip alcohol on such an emotional day? braided! Let’s do it! braided!

-Hey, do you know how old I am now? If you’re going to drink, drink it among yourselves.

-Hehe, what a pity. It is a whiskey that has been aged for a hundred years in the basement of Dawn Castle, where the ice does not melt all year round.

-A hundred years…?

-yes. One hundred years. Now that I think about it, you are not yet an adult. Hehe, I can’t believe I haven’t tried this good food. Ah, what a pity. It’s such a waste to eat this alone.

-I’m actually an adult. I don’t think there’s anything that can’t be done with just one drink.

-yes yes. Because you are a warrior who will kill the Demon God. You could say that I am an adult who is already doing my part. No, I can’t express it with the monotonous word ‘adult’. The girl would like to offer a drink to the hero.

-No fuss.

Just like that, one drink turned into two, then three.

Indeed, as she boasted, whiskey was an unrivaled American drink. There was no foul odor that stung my nasal passages, and the exquisite combination of subtle fruit and vanilla scents still seemed to permeate my mind.

Siron quenched his appetite even though the smell of alcohol was coming from his mouth.

‘It was delicious.’

It was a choice I did not regret. I was tempted to try it because it was an alcohol that could never exist in reality. This is because I once imagined what the food in the game would taste like.

Sometimes these aspects made Siron’s heart beat.

Siron patted his throbbing head and washed his face dry.

‘That’s it.’

My stomach was churning and my head was pounding, but I couldn’t skip training even on a day like this.

Siron calmed his stomach by drinking water placed next to the bed.

“Ha… I think I’ll buy some.”

Although his body felt light, Siron strengthened his legs and got out of bed. Siron massaged the back of his neck in succession and prepared to head to the training ground.

*

The road to the training ground. Siron was able to meet an unexpected person.

“Oppa. Good morning!”

Siriel greeted Siron with a lively face.

“Yes, Siriel. Good morning.”

Siron waved his hand moderately and responded. Even though I’ve heard the unfamiliar name “oppa” several times, I’m not used to it.

In this mansion, there is only one person who calls Siron by the gentle title of “brother.”

There were two children younger than Siron, but judging from Lucia’s attitude, it seems unthinkable that she would call Siron her brother.

“I guess I’m lucky today. We all meet in places like this.”

“Sure.”

Siriel Prien.

The girl, who fell asleep from exhaustion after crying in front of Siron, said hello to Siron without hesitation, as if she couldn’t remember what happened yesterday.

‘Aren’t you ashamed of showing tears to others?’

Shiron gave a friendly smile and glanced at the girl.

Siriel, with her flowing silver hair tied together with a blue ribbon, looked so carefree that it was pointless that she had worn it so hard.

‘Or, you don’t really care about the past…’

Siron assessed that Siriel’s heart was stronger than expected.

“Oppa, you’re going to training now, right?”

“Then, what else is there to do in this dreary castle?”

“Hee hee. Me too.”

What was so good about it? As Siriel laughed, the corners of Siron’s eyes slowly drew lines.

‘…Look at this.’

The reason Siron laughed was none other than Siriel’s subtle change in appearance.

Siron gauged Siriel’s intentions. This guy is dressed strangely neat, considering he’s going to a training ground. While Siron’s hair was a mess from being pressed here and there, Siriel’s hair was shiny and had a faint soapy smell.

‘I’m going to sweat a lot from now on, so I washed it beforehand? ‘You can clearly see what’s inside.’

“Cute thing.”

“Huh…? brother. Is that what you said to me?”

“Yes. Who could be here now?”

Siron approached his handsome cousin and smoothed her cheeks with both hands.

Siriel’s cheeks were as soft and soft as a child’s, like glutinous rice cakes.

Then, Siriel, who was just smiling, asked a question with a worried expression.

“Oppa. Is your injured hand okay yesterday?”

“Ah, this.”

Siron focused his consciousness on his hands.

A little while ago, I was in the way of washing my face, so I ripped off the bandage and found that the wound had healed beyond belief.

There was dried blood in some places as if it hadn’t completely healed yet, but as Yuma said, it looked like it would heal completely in a few days.

‘Lucia is a monster, but Siron is definitely not an ordinary human.’

“Wouldn’t it be okay to see that it doesn’t hurt?”

“Thank goodness.”

Siriel smiled brightly, erasing the shadow from her face.

Siron patted her on the shoulder a few times and then returned to the training ground. Siriel followed Siron without hesitation.

“Do you usually practice at this time?”

“I usually wake up earlier than this.”

“I also practice in the morning?”

Siriel said, walking as cutely as her image.

“You know. Sometimes I wake up late and barely get up when the visiting teacher comes, so sometimes I skip practice.”

“I see.”

“Oppa, who did you learn swordsmanship from? I learn from my grandfather.”

“I haven’t learned anything from anyone yet.”

“Then are you doing it yourself? Grandpa Johan said. They say it is important to learn how to control mana by learning the mind method from a young age. I think that way, you will be able to handle your strength better than others later.”

“What should I do with this? I’m over 2 years behind you.”

“Then should I ask grandpa for a favor? Grandpa listens to almost anything I ask for.”

“That’s right… thank you.”

Siron walked with Siriel’s chattering voice as background music. Then, before we knew it, we arrived at the entrance to the training ground.

As expected, there were passengers in the training hall.

Boom-! Boom-!

A terrifying sound echoes outside.

Siron passed the threshold and went inside.

As expected, the identity of the passenger was Lucia. The red-haired girl didn’t even look to see who came in. They just silently swing the iron rod.

It’s questionable how such a small body can come out with such incredible strength, but if you think about it, Siron also showed actions that could hardly be considered the strength of a child.

“Are you here? Master Siron. Miss Siriel.”

The person who spoke to Siron was Encia, the maid with her blonde hair tied down on both sides. She greeted them both and at the same time handed Lucia a towel.

“Lucia. You were here too!”

Siriel rushed over, calling her friend’s name.

“Siriel? What’s going on here?”

“Somehow, I came because I wanted to do what you do together.”

After saying that, Siriel ran to the warehouse, and after a while, she brought out two iron rods similar to the ones Lucia wielded.

The size of the stick was up to Siriel’s shoulder height. Siriel, who was holding two pieces of iron in both hands, seemed to walk lightly, as if she did not use wooden swords because they were too light.

“Now! I brought yours too.”

“Siriel is amazing. I know you will take care of me too.”

“…Since when did you two become so close?”

Lucia wiped away her sweat and looked at Siron without any trouble breathing. As the weather had not fully warmed up yet, white steam rose from the small body.

“What, once again.”

Siron glanced at Lucia and decided where to swing. Encia followed Siron and spoke softly.

“Master. You are very popular. Do you like it?”

Encia smiled mischievously, pointing to the two in the distance.

“…I’m not sober. Suddenly I hear a strange sound.”

Siron picked his ears and looked at the direction Encia had pointed to. At the place she pointed to, Lucia and Siriel were whispering while looking at Siron.