episode_0032

Deltan didn’t think much of it.

There was a moment of hesitation when choosing a tailcoat today, but he had shaken it all off and all he could think about was doing ‘work’.

His heart was moving at a steady beat, as if the composure he had worked so hard to achieve was representative of his feelings.

That’s why the shock was felt all the more clearly.

Agnes, whom I finally met, had such a distant beauty.

“How about it?”

The duke’s hall.

Agnes smiled and approached Deltan.

Her blonde hair was pulled up into a bun at the back of her head. The pink cheeks and neatly falling eyelashes were faint, and the dark circles around the eyes and cherry blossom-colored eyes had a warmer glow than usual.

That wasn’t all. The dress was a combination of white and pink without any major decorations, but it made her beauty shine even more.

Did someone say The best accessory is your face. Deltan finally acknowledged it.

Even though she was wearing a simple dress without any flashiness or shining jewels, Deltan felt a sinking feeling just because the face she was wearing was Agnes’s.

The hem of her dress fluttered as she walked. It seemed like spring flowers were blowing in the breeze. The facial features that became more detailed as she approached had a side that made people cringe, and the smile on her lips had a quite fatal appearance.

“Deltain. I asked how it was.”

“… Don’t ask.”

“Isn’t it pretty? Since my complexion has improved, I can definitely apply makeup well.”

“Think again about whose credit it is.”

“Thank you. For making me walk, for telling me I’m pretty now.”

“I never said I was pretty.”

“You didn’t deny it. Then it is positive.”

Agnes said and stuck to the Deltan.

She didn’t smell of perfume.

“I paid attention to taking a bath. I didn’t spray it because I didn’t like the smell of perfume.”

“… I didn’t ask.”

“Escort me.”

Agnes stretched out her hand.

“Like a gentleman.”

He said.

Deltan avoided Agnes’ gaze. I criticized myself for being shaken by the mere change in my appearance. Meanwhile, his arms were diligently stretched out.

There was room for her hand in Deltan’s arms. Agnes placed her hand on Deltan’s forearm.

Agnes said in a laughing voice.

“Please take care of yourself today.”

Deltan thought again.

Maybe treating Agnes was a mistake.

*

As usual at banquets hosted by the imperial family, today’s banquet was filled with famous nobles all over the banquet hall, making it difficult to see where they were gathered.

However, there was no fuss.

This is because the voices of those gathered in small groups, wearing masks of formality and dignity, were so quiet that they could be heard as whispers.

Of course, that didn’t actually show that they were decent people.

Deltan commented that the ‘pigs who thought they were great’ were busy sharing various news about today’s banquet and telling someone’s backstory.

What’s different is that the story that normally ends with someone in a certain family doing something continues endlessly.

“Did you hear the news? Princess Levadeine is coming to the banquet today.”

“The Count of Hebron personally took charge of the treatment, right? There was also talk that they might come together… .”

“Is this true? That Princess Levadein. Even the Lastorias held out their tongues.”

“The princess is a princess, but so is the Count of Hebron. He’s not the type of person who enjoys banquets, and he’s never brought a partner to one, right?”

The main characters of today’s behind-the-scenes chat were Deltan and Agnes.

Not just this group, but the entire banquet hall was busy telling their stories.

It was something that could not be helped. After all, wasn’t the main character of the rumor the Archmage and everyone’s first love?

If you were to pick the most famous and mysterious people in the system, these two would be in the top three.

There was such a strange heat in the banquet hall that even the ears of Cargo, the Cardinal of the Lastoria Church, could hear it.

‘It’s coming eventually.’

Cargo was in the midst of tasting all kinds of oily delicacies. He was still bitter about the fact that he had been starving for several days and nights during the war, and he was so weak in the face of his appetite that he kept cramming in food.

‘The Count is coming to the banquet…’ .’

Cargo felt creepy for no reason.

It wasn’t just because I had a feeling of rejection towards him.

Cargo, who was always right next to him during the war against demons, knew that Deltan was a man who never indulged in unnecessary entertainment.

‘What’s going on?’

The reason he came to this banquet was probably not just to be escorted by Princess Levadein.

Rather, it may be because there are things here that cannot be done without him.

Cargo, who was continuing his thoughts, soon made the sound ‘Ah’.

‘Now that I think about it, the noble faction is causing trouble.’

If you hold a position like that of a cardinal, there is a state of affairs that you can hear.

From what I remember, it was clearly said that the financial flow of the aristocratic faction these days was suspicious.

If we look at it strictly speaking, Deltans support the imperial family.

Perhaps there was some sort of deal between the emperor and the Deltans before he came here.

Cargo perfectly guessed the answer from the given clues.

However, the course of action that Cargo came up with after inferring the answer was far from wise.

‘I guess I’ll just have to eat and get out of bed.’

Cargo didn’t want to get involved with the Deltans for no reason. Also, I did not want to be involved in the political situation of the system.

Just eating delicious food, praying at church, and living leisurely.

Cargo was a simple person who made such a task his top priority.

It was like that.

“Huh!”

The sound of someone taking a breath was heard from somewhere. It wasn’t one direction.

The shock spread like a contagious disease and covered the entire banquet hall.

Cargo raised his head in puzzlement.

… It shouldn’t have happened that way.

“Cardinal!”

A warrior’s shout resounds through the banquet hall. At the same time, an imprint was engraved on Cargo’s retina.

It was like a devil.

A strange creature who could not be called a woman, with gray hair fluttering wildly and the muscles of her entire body bulging as if they were about to burst, was looking directly at her wearing a pink dress.

A pink dress fit for a 10-year-old girl was screaming for help, but Cargo was in no mood to care about the dress’s screams.

thud!

As she took a step, there was a slight vibration.

Cargo lost the bread he was holding. It was because the power was gone.

thud!

Once again she took a step.

At that moment, Cargo’s chin was shaking.

thud!

The moment she took another step, she was right in front of Cargo.

An incomprehensible movement across the hall in just three steps.

Should I really call him a road-level knight? Or should I say it’s the devil’s walk.

“It’s been a while!”

Cargo felt distant.

“Uh, how… .”

“I came to see you!”

Masochist Kaltara. She smiled savagely.

“I missed you!”

Kaltara spread her arms, her muscles pulsating. It was a body with no trace of body fat.

The pectoralis major muscle stretches vertically, with long muscle lines. The shoulders are tilted back and the lat muscles are wide open like a tower shield. In doing so, the serratus anterior, biceps, and triceps were revealed, as well as the forearm muscles with a lot of strength.

It had a shape reminiscent of the mouth of a wild beast with its mouth open.

I winced.

Cargo took a step back, but Kaltara moved even faster.

Wow!

“Kkeuheook… !”

Cargo, trapped in Kaltara’s arms, opened his eyes so wide that his eyeballs were about to pop out and made a squealing sound.

It was a pitiful struggle for survival, but no one could think of anything to save him.

Masochist Kaltara is a Lord-level knight. Hebron’s first hunting dog, the Delta. And he is a barbarian.

Even if the emperor comes, there is no way to get her away from Cargo through rational conversation.

‘D-Deltain!’

Cargo called out to Deltan in his mind.

There was no answer.

It was natural. The Delta people have not yet shown their faces in the banquet hall.

At that moment, Kaltara whispered.

“I missed you. After my war ended, I met many men, but they all passed out before they could last three hours.”

Rattling.

Cargo’s body was shaking.

“I tried several priests, but they were not as full of divine power as you, so they could not last more than six hours.”

Kaltara’s breath was hot. Also, the whining laughter was filled with sadism.

“Don’t be scared. If you help me for just three days, I won’t be looking for you for a while.”

Kaltara held Cargo’s generous buttocks in her hands, as if holding a treasure she had found for the first time in a very long time.

“Ugh… !”

Cargo fluttered his eyelashes. His eyes were shining like a deer being bitten on the back by a wild beast.

The look on his face was one of resignation.

‘Latoria… !’

Cardinal St. Cargo.

He was captured by the devil for being possessed by gluttony.

The sight of Cargo leaving the banquet hall with Kaltara in his arms was so pitiful, but no one here sympathized with him.

As Deltans put it, ‘voyeuristic perverts who enjoy talking about other people’ were just glancing at a new issue that would shake up the system.

*

Although there was an incident, the atmosphere in the banquet hall was ripe.

This is because those who had only been talking about Deltans and Agnes were excited about the newly emerging topic.

For them, the issue of the pleasures of barbarians and cardinals was a very interesting story.

It was like that.

In essence, other people’s misfortune is a comedy when seen from a distance.

No one was interested in Cargo’s penance.

It was like that.

The atmosphere in the banquet hall changed suddenly.

[Count Deltan Hebron and Princess Agnes Levadeine enter!]

All eyes in the banquet hall turned to the closed door.

“Rumors… .”

“Sir, I guess it was true.”

The door opened with someone’s surprised voice.

There were two human figures slowly appearing through the crack in the door that was slowly opened.

Moment.

“Ah… !”

Exclamations of exclamation erupted from everywhere.

It was a surprised breath without any trace of dignity, but no one here paid any attention to it.

It was natural. I just suppressed my exclamation, but everyone here felt the same.

A reverence for overwhelming beauty that does not even cause feelings of jealousy.

The moment Agnes stepped into the banquet hall, that was the only thing they felt.

Agnes Levadeine, everyone’s first love.

The woman who had already earned such a title at the age of 15 bloomed brilliantly after a long hiatus, dominating the banquet hall with her presence alone.

Again.

The sound of shoe heels was heard in the silent banquet hall.

As the beauty that awe-inspired just by standing there became more vivid, reality was rewritten.

Someone else lamented. It was a lament for not bringing my artist here.

As each moment was a wonder, I felt a deep regret that the steps she took were nothing more than a dream that would disappear as the moment passed.

Someone else shed tears. He was a nobleman who spent his entire life obsessed with the idea of beauty and collected gold and silver treasures.

For the first time in his life, he was realizing the concept of beauty that he could not have.

No one was hasty in coming forward.

Also, no one could open their mouths.

In the midst of all this, there was someone who stepped forward.

“Agnes.”

It was a woman wearing a gorgeous white dress. Her hair was pure white, the same color as the dress. Indigo eyes shone.

Her eyes folded nicely and she smiled.

7th Princess Elina von Lebroke.

As she approached, Agnes’ movements stopped.

Elina took Agnes’ hand.

“I’m so happy that we can meet at the banquet hall like this.”

If we had to guess the meaning of the smile that appeared on Elina’s face, it was that.

It was a smile full of kindness, like a mother’s.

This was the second time.

Agnes faces madness.