episode_0015

“Oh my gosh, that’s surprising⋯.”

Algaet flinched at the sound of the desk being banged, and glanced at Christie with blurry eyes. Ray unconsciously turned his head away as he smelled a faint vomit, strong perfume, and alcohol from her. No, he occasionally glanced at Algaet’s bare chest that was revealed again.

‘Pink⋯.’

“Hiccup, what did you ask? I can’t hear well these days.”

“Why were you causing a disturbance by drinking in broad daylight again?”

Christie, who was leaning back against the back of the chair with her legs crossed, closed her eyes for a long moment, then opened them and asked again.

“Huh, what am I saying now⋯. Ugh, ugh. Ugh⋯⋯. Phew, phew.”

At those words, Algaet snickers and turns her head, then feels a burning sensation in her throat due to the acid reflux from the hiccups. Then, she spits out the hair she had in her mouth with her tongue.

“When a genius is in agony⋯”

“It’s easy to relax in a different way than most people do.

“You can relax in a different way than most people, right? ”

Christie cut off Algaet’s words as she answered with her twisted tongue. To some extent, Christie herself agreed with that. Algaet raised the corners of her mouth as she looked at Christie with a face that seemed to be quite nice.

“I won’t let that slide this time. If it’s property damage and sexual assault, you know that this isn’t how it’s usually handled, right? It’s not the first or second time, and it wouldn’t be the same even if Holt came and apologized like last time. I need to get a promise that I’ll never do it again.”

I can hear the sound of something being written down on a square piece of paper.

“Uh…, can you let me go of this first and then we can talk? My nipples are itching a little…”

Algaet, who was sitting, is rubbing her arms in pain. Ray, who is embarrassed by the sight, turns around and sits down.

“What genius, you didn’t even invent it.”

And he blurts it out meaningfully.

“⋯⋯Huh? What are you talking about? My pride won’t allow that! I won’t copy anything! Hiccup Everything is an invention of this extraordinary head! All the dreams and thoughts that pass through it.”

When I wiped the saliva of the algae on the back of my neck with my palm and turned around, I saw her trying to scratch it with her elbow. I turned around again. Even though I was like that, the reaction of those around me was lukewarm, and it made me a little angry. I had expected it to some extent in my head, but I really didn’t think that in this world, a woman’s half-naked body would be considered normal.

“⋯⋯You, liar.”

Ray whispers in a voice that is barely audible, in a language originally used in the world.

“What? I can’t hear well these days⋯.”

As she said that, Algaet leaned towards Ray, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up at the sensation of something softly touching her back. She quickly turned around and hit her in the face with her elbow.

“Waaah!”

“Aya⋯⋯.”

Gulp, bright red blood gushed out from under Algae’s nose.

“Sorry! This was, just a mistake⋯. I was surprised by the wind⋯.”

Because he hit a woman. Ray is so flustered that he jumps up and apologizes repeatedly while his hands are shaking. Then, Christie, who is sitting across from him and looking at him, and even the person who got hit, awkwardly apologize and sit back down.

“Sniff… This is really a new stimulus? Hiccup”

After sniffling for a while in silence, Algaet looked back at Christie with a meaningful smile on her face as if she had come to a realization.

“Hey, hey, just one more. Okay? Won’t you hit me one more time?”

“Ugh⋯.”

Ray thought that this author, who was snorting and glaring, was truly annoyed. He had no idea that his furrowed brow and contemptuous gaze were further heightening Algaet’s excitement.

Algaet, who encountered a completely new kind of fetishism, trembled with the excitement that an explorer might feel when discovering a new continent.

“Don’t fall!? If you want to get hit so badly, do you want to get hit once without any regrets?”

Unable to stand it any longer, Mila starts shaking the iron bars behind her and screaming loudly. Algaet glances in the direction of the sound, then, as always, looks back and forth between Ray and Mila’s faces.

“⋯⋯”

“That’s right. She’s my girlfriend.”

Ray declares to Algaet, who is biting her lip as if trying to say something with a face that says, “No way.”

“Tsk tsk tsk⋯How much did you get?”

“What are you talking about? What does it mean? Hey!”

Christie, who was openly holding back laughter next to him, was also annoyed, and Algaet, who was clicking her tongue as if she felt sorry, seemed to be even angrier than when she had been flirting with Ray, so she slammed her fist on the iron bars.

“Be quiet here⋯.”

Because of that, the thief in the detention center woke up and was about to say something to Mila, but upon seeing her murderous gaze, he quietly lowered his head again and decided to go back to sleep.

“I also raised the question at first.”

Christie nods her head in sympathy, annoyingly.

“I enjoy having fun with people who at least know everything. How can such a nobleman be⋯.”

“I’m the one who left the money.⋯Travel expenses. And please cover it up! Put on some clothes.”

Unable to overcome her embarrassment, she shouts. The three women in the same space all swallowed their saliva at the sight of Ray covering her eyes with her small hands in shyness.

***

Finally, when the sky was dyed in sunset colors and the buildings of Frauah, all of which had white walls, began to look orange, Mila and Ray were finally released from the police station. They both trudged down the street with weary steps.

“⋯Is that the person you were looking for?”

“⋯⋯.”

It was hard to say that it was true, but Ray, who had unexpectedly met the Algaet he had been looking for so desperately, did not expect things to go this way without much result, so he just followed Mila silently.

“Yeah, well. Cheer up. There are plenty of respectable people besides that guy. You don’t know someone unless you meet them in person.”

Milla comforted Ray by saying that she thought Ray was impressed by her invention.

‘That’s the etiquette injection machine made by the most extraordinary customer among the extraordinary customers?’

“You don’t know who I am?”

“This is what guys like you need.”

“Say hello to my manners instiller.”

“You! Suck!”

“⋯⋯⋯!”

“⋯!”

Bang, taangㅡㅡㅡ

Gyaaah!

The face of Algaet, smiling wickedly, and for some reason, walking down the street half-naked. The vicious words coming out of her mouth, the gunshots that shook the heavens and the earth, the corpses that fell without much resistance with crude weapons, the horrible pools of blood, and the screams of people in a state of chaos vividly came to Ray’s mind.

“⋯Algaet, you can’t leave that guy like that!”

Ray looks up at Mila with determined eyes. Even though he is considerate enough to date a woman like her, Mila is quite flustered, misunderstanding that he means that even a person like that will reform.

“Can’t we just let them live like that⋯.”

“I should visit that person’s house again tomorrow.”

“What?”

***

By the time Mila and Ray, both of whom had finished their baths, went into their rooms and fell asleep, the dark city of Frauwa was filled with an unusually gloomy atmosphere.

“Also, it is said that a group of bandits from the south burned down three villages. I am at a loss for what to do with the grace of the great King Arsul.”

As they reached the last bridge on the road to the castle, a woman riding a horse clad in pitch-black armor sneered.

“Commander-in-Chief of the Eastern Front, why is your face visible in Fraua?”

Her hands tremble as she stands alone on the bridge, holding a spear. The pattern drawn on the flags held by the soldiers densely packed across the bridge was clearly the pattern of the Eastern Garrison, no matter how hard I looked at it.

“Yes, yes, it’s nice to see you after such a long time. I received the king’s call during a mission and came running with my troops.”

“The order from the capital was to send troops to support the southern garrison, that must have been all. Why did they have all the soldiers, including horses, heavily armed and march right in front of the royal palace?”

“I told you, it is the King’s call.”

“Don’t talk nonsense! Are you saying that there is a king you serve?”

Even at a glance, the tip of the spear was shaking. The long silver-haired Eastern Commander couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight.

“I serve only the House of Arsul. Weren’t you there when I swore my oath?”

“However, a loyal subject must also know how to make decisions for the royal family, the country, and the people on behalf of a king who is unable to make proper judgments.”

That night in Fraua, which seemed to pass quietly, was recorded as an important day in the history books of this world compiled over a thousand years later.