episode_0053

# Side story – IF 3. Female fallen warrior (1)

Ronan liked his brother.

I liked my brother who always gave me food first.

I liked my brother who would come up with new games to play with whenever I was bored.

Even after he became a warrior, Hyung-man continued to encourage himself despite the changed gazes from those around him.

I was so thankful and sorry that he, who had a harder time than anyone else, thought of me first.

That’s why Ronan admired his brother.

Because he could never have such a strong mind.

* * *

Since when did it start?

Ronan began to feel strange feelings for his lovers.

Seria, Lily, and Fine.

Precious lovers who are cursed to have children and have sex with their older brother in his stead.

The first time I witnessed Sayra having sex, I endured it.

He closed his eyes, feeling his low-level sexual desires as he watched Seira moan beneath him, thinking that it was karma coming back to him for having taken everything from his brother.

I ignored Lily during sex.

She turned her eyes away from the reality before her, recalling the affection they had shown her.

When it comes to Fine’s sex… I don’t know.

I don’t know what my feelings are.

Although it was natural for Ronan to feel anger and resentment when he saw all his lovers being stolen by his older brother, his heart was at peace.

No, it wasn’t peaceful.

This new feeling that is emerging is… …envy? Jealousy?

My brother who worried about me.

My brother who looked at me.

A good older brother who forgave his ugly younger brother who took his life away.

A base jealousy of someone who is not oneself.

A warrior who is lost in a swamp of emotions that even he cannot understand.

I made up my mind with dull eyes.

* * *

A shabby shop in the slums.

Despite its poor appearance, the interior was splendid and filled with various medicines and magical tools.

An illegal secret shop run by a witch.

Daughter-

The door to the store opened with a cheerful sound of bells and a customer came in.

“Oh my~ It’s been a while since we had a guest~ Come in.”

The witch’s shop is off-limits to ordinary humans.

Only those with a certain level of strength can detect it, and the existence of the shop can only be recognized by those with a witch’s invitation, of which only five are distributed per year.

That is, the guests visiting now, whether the former or the latter, are not ordinary people.

“Welcome~ This is the Witch’s Shop! From love potions to bombs that can blow up an entire kingdom~ We have it all!”

The witch’s shop is known to have everything except what is not there.

In order to please the extraordinary guest, the witch showed off all sorts of charms and explored him.

‘Hmm~ I can’t see inside because of the hood, but the untidy aura is amazing? You seem to have a lot of money too. Should I grab a regular customer?~’

The witch didn’t want to miss out on her precious guest, but…

Ssuk-

When he saw the face under the hood that was about to be removed, he screamed and hid under the counter.

“Yo, yo, yo… … Warrior! Yes, yes, why are you here! Eek! I was wrong! I haven’t sold illegal drugs in years! I did sell a few aphrodisiacs and black magic scrolls, but those are things that other nobles buy too!”

The witch clan, whose numbers have now greatly decreased, are ambiguous beings that are neither wizards nor sorcerers.

They are a race so vulgar and cowardly by nature that they once distributed all sorts of frauds and illegal drugs to the people of the empire, and were eventually expelled and nearly exterminated by order of the emperor.

Although they are not as much as the Demons, they are treated as serious criminals, and to them, the warrior who symbolizes the empire is like a frog in front of a snake.

The holy sword that the warrior has is a mysterious sword that cuts down evil spirits, so it is the most effective means of communication for witches who commit crimes and frauds on a daily basis.

“… … I came to buy something.”

“… … Yes?”

When the warrior said that he had come to buy something from the witch’s shop, the witch glared at him with a suspicious look for a moment, but seeing his haggard and sunken eyes, she thought that it must be an unusual request and quietly crawled out.

“Hey… … Sir? Is there something you want to buy from me?”

“Yeah.”

“Uh… …Why? A warrior like you can have most of the gold and silver treasures, right?”

Who wouldn’t give something to the hero who saved the world?

When the witch questioned his somewhat strange answer-

“What I want is something a little special. And that’s what you witches are good at.”

It was a difficult answer to understand, but I decided to listen to the story first, since the warrior seemed to have no intention of harming himself at the moment.

“Uh… … Okay, I understand. If you promise not to hurt me, I’ll get you anything.”

“I promise. With the Holy Sword at stake. If you bring me the goods, I will grant you Imperial citizenship on the condition that you do not harm the people of the Empire.”

“!”

You can enter the empire if you just get the items!

She is a witch who deals with various things, but what she is most confident in is alchemy.

However, alchemy costs a lot of money, and since they are out of favor with the Empire, they cannot operate openly, so they have great difficulty raising funds.

The restrictions on entry into the store were also intended to attract customers from a small number of wealthy, powerful people and the wealthy, thus avoiding imperial surveillance.

Since it was obvious that if they accepted guests indiscriminately, they would be punished by the empire upon hearing the news, the strategy was to drastically reduce the number of guests and instead accept only high-quality guests.

“So, what do you want, my good warrior?”

Ronan hesitated to open his mouth, but then seemed to have made up his mind and said what he wanted.

The witch heard that-

“… … Are you serious?”

The items he mentioned weren’t hard to obtain. Even the witch herself could make them right away if she had the materials.

But, for ‘that’ warrior to want something like this… … .

If it becomes known to the world, it would be quite-

“Let me tell you-”

At the warrior’s cold voice, the witch’s spine instantly became damp with cold sweat.

“If I hear this from outside, I’ll kill you.”

It’s just a word for killing without any other words.

But the truth flowed from her maddening eyes, so the witch swallowed hard and shook her head as if to indicate that she would not reveal it.

“Ah, I won’t tell you… … Instead, I’m a little short on the… … materials… … If you could get them for me from there, I think I can make it faster… … .”

The warrior who heard the materials needed for manufacturing went out and came back less than a day later.

Seeing the warrior covered in blood all over his body, the witch thought of obtaining imperial citizenship from him and leaving right away.

* * *

“Huh?”

When I returned to my office after lunch, there was a letter on my desk that I had never seen before.

[Brother, I have something important to tell you. Come here at night. I’m sorry.]

A concise sentence and the address written below.

I was lost in thought as I read Ronan’s letter asking for a meeting at what appeared to be a small inn on the outskirts of the estate.

A few days ago I finished having sex with my last woman, Fine.

In fact, the contract has already been concluded.

Perhaps Ronan meant to say that he would quickly return to the capital with his lover.

I don’t know why they asked to meet in a place like this, but it’s probably because it’s difficult to say that in a castle where everyone can see.

After having sex with Fine, Ronan, who hadn’t been seen for a few days as if he was preparing to go up to the capital, became a little worried when he said he had something to say.

Even though Ronan suggested it first, it’s not like he was completely free of anger and resentment even after witnessing such a sight.

After making up my mind, I headed to the inn Ronan had mentioned at night.

* * *

The inn was relatively clean.

However, it looks like business is not going well as there are no people in sight.

I went to the counter and told the man who appeared to be the owner that I had a group of friends, and he greeted me with a broad smile.

“Ah, it’s you! Go upstairs and see! The inn is completely empty because of you guys, so don’t worry about the noise!”

?

What do you mean, renting out the entire inn?

The owner, smiling, gave me the key to the front door of the inn and told me to stay strong until morning before leaving.

I was worried about what on earth he was trying to say, so I went up to the room I had reserved, and as I stood in front of the door, I felt a presence inside.

“Ronan? You want to come in?”

“… … .”

There was no answer, but I felt a presence and opened the door and went in.

The ornate inn room was decorated like something you would see on a honeymoon, and Ronan was standing in the center of the room with his back to me, his hood pulled over his head.

“Ronan, why did you ask me to come here?”

Swish-

Instead of answering, Ronan pointed to the table with his finger, where a note lay.

[Even if the me you knew isn’t the me you are now… …Can you still like me?]

I wondered what he was talking about, and it seemed like he was worried about his fetish.

It seems that he was worried because his tastes are definitely different from those of ordinary people.

He’s always been a soft-hearted guy, so even if I had made that suggestion first, he would have been really upset inside.

“Then. No matter what you look like, you are my little brother. How can I not like the best little brother in the world?”

Throb-

Ronan, who was startled by my answer, held onto the hood he was wearing and thought about it for a while before quickly taking it off.

“Ronan, you… …!?!”

But contrary to my expectations, Ronan took off his hood and revealed himself.

She had the appearance of a perfect woman.