episode_0083
by fnovelpiaBefore I go any further into the story of the mischievous boy and girl’s pranks, I’d like to ask for your understanding as I return to the Songrad Castle approximately 17 hours ago, when Jackie’s head fell to the ground and the situation was resolved.
While the men were busy moving materials into the walls in an orderly manner and tying up the wrists of the surrenderers, several of Ailee’s subordinates quickly ran toward the beacon tower, communicating only with their eyes so as not to be noticed by anyone else, in order to carry out special instructions that had been given to them in advance.
“…! Look over there. It’s a beacon light. I can really do it.”
About 10km away, a group of people warming themselves by a campfire at a campsite jumped to their feet when they saw two points of light appearing on the horizon.
“Two, so both the cub and the older sister Kindle are safe. Youngest, do you know what to do now?”
Before she could finish speaking, the young woman with braided hair, who had been getting up from her seat and preparing to leave, nodded vigorously. The fine-blooded horse, which had been awkwardly wedged in among the merchants’ pack mules, squeaked as she climbed on its back.
“Then let’s go first. Please take good care of my belongings. Two pieces of thin leather, and the thick ones… … .”
The woman took hold of the reins and turned the rider towards Fraua, giving some words of advice to the other merchants.
“I know, I know. Don’t worry. I’ll match the sales price, so come pick it up later.”
The woman smiled and waved her hand in greeting at the return answer, then pulled the reins and started on her way. In the blink of an eye, she disappeared into the distance, and only a cloud of dust was left where the horse she was riding had been.
As the young tanner galloped along, his horse nearly exhausted, she came upon another caravan of merchants, one of the more extensive in the South. And then a woman selling cured meats, such as hams and sausages, mounted another horse and set off, and so on through the next caravan, and the next post-station, and the next town.
“It’s an honor to be able to serve you like this. I’d like to pour you a drink. Would you allow me?”
Memer, a man of delicate build, adorned with ebony skin and ornate decorations of exquisite color harmony, and draped in a mysterious veil that stimulated the imagination of those who saw him, spoke in a honey-dripping voice, pretending to be timid.
“Hahahaha, then how about I get some drinks from you? Right… … Looking at you like this, your hands are really pretty.”
The woman with the so-called sky-hair, a wavy hair that was so thick, was wearing clothes that were so flashy that they made Memer look plain. She threw the half-eaten chicken wing onto the plate and grabbed Memer’s wrist with her greasy hands.
“… … ! Oh, kid… Right.”
Memer’s face turned pale as if he had lost his composure for a moment, then he pulled his hand away in surprise and muttered something.
“Ehh… …? Look at this? How dare someone who doesn’t have this kind of case… in front of anyone! My silk clothes almost got spilled with alcohol! Since I made some money with my tricks, are you going to treat me expensively?”
The woman slammed her fist on the table, which was laden with greasy dishes, then leaned forward and placed the fat mass hanging from her chest on the edge of the table as she spoke. This was one of the habits that Memer hated the most.
“No way… . You misunderstand. Actually… … So… .”
Memer was hesitating with his head down and his arms crossed. The woman glared at him with a displeased expression and fiddled with her earrings.
“I’m nervous to be in the same place as the great Dorothy… . Please understand with a broad mind. In fact, since the two of them were left alone, the boy’s heart has been beating wildly. ”
After finishing speaking, Memer bites his lower lip, then looks at ‘Great Dorothy’ and smiles shyly.
“That, that, that, that… … .”
Then, this time, she reacted as if something was broken. Memer tried to avoid looking at her sullen expression as it changed into a blank expression in real time.
“That, that’s… it? Hoohoo, ahahaha.”
Dorothy is laughing heartily, trying hard not to show it, but she ends up crossing her legs for no reason.
“Hehehe… .”
Memer covers his mouth with his hand to suppress the nausea that is coming his way, and smiles shyly.
“… Come here.”
She poured the contents of the glass into her mouth in one go and hugged Memer tightly by the side.
“I don’t know… .”
Dorothy hugged him and kept stroking his ribs, causing Memer to flinch in disgust.
“Huh huh… You’re shaking. Tell me, who are you holding in your heart?”
She whispers, repeatedly nuzzling her nose against Memer’s cheek.
“Of course it’s Dorothy… .”
Even as Memer answered, Dorothy’s hands grew bolder, slowly moving down from her side, along her stomach, until they reached her lower abdomen, where she raised her nails and lightly scratched at her clothes.
“Sup, isn’t there something that should follow?”
Memer blinks his eyes at Dorothy’s words. Then he lets out a deep sigh and lightly claps her arm, which is hugging him, and laughs.
“Okay. So… …, where should I start?”
Since it was a rather tricky topic, and he would change his mind depending on his mood at the time, Memer decided to ask him from the beginning.
“I see, umm… Let’s start with ‘The Lover Who Would Be Sad If He Were the Second’.”
“The person I love is… a lover who would be sad to be second to none, the most powerful man in the South, the owner of a large farm and hunting grounds… .”
Memer, reciting some kind of spell in a rhythm that sounds like poetry, and Dorothy, nodding with a satisfied expression with her eyes closed.
“Who else but Dorothy Fruella, who has shown mercy to her country with generosity as great as the sea, whose fame has reached the distant capital, and who will soon receive the commander’s favor, and who is more just and fair than any other tax collector?”
What Memer chose for his vigilante activities was not physical activity, but rather a terrifyingly intense emotional labor. A goosebump-inducing feeling ran down his spine.
“That’s great! Hahahaha. This pretty thing, I’ll love it so much!”
Dorothy burst into laughter, throwing the cushion she had been laying down on the floor and pushing Memer down on top of it.
“Ugh…! Hey, don’t be hasty. Your knees are hurt… , It’s better to move to the bedroom… … .”
Although a sharp pain was transmitted from his tailbone because the place where he had been pushed was slightly off the cushion, Memer remained calm and spoke.
“Oh, just stay still. This body will take care of everything… … .”
At that moment, the door to the banquet hall with its uselessly high ceiling opened wide and a man wearing a scarf appeared.
“Mermer, success! All the main characters are safe!”
Dorothy, quite surprised by the sudden appearance of the intruder, got up from her rut and headed toward the door.
“Where do you think you are coming in? I clearly told you not to let anyone in… !”
Her face turned pale and she screamed loudly. And as if she had been waiting, Memer quietly got up from his seat and straightened his clothes.
“That’s right? So now I don’t have to deal with this beastly woman anymore. What a relief.”
“Oh, the smell of an animal…?”
She looked back at him with a bewildered face as he spoke in a low, unloving voice.
“Yeah, that smell won’t go away no matter how much flower oil you apply. Unless you do something about that greedy symbol.”
Memer wiped the still uncomfortable feeling on his cheek with the back of his hand, then struck Dorothy’s belly button with a force incomparable to the cute punch from before.
“Ugh… …! Ugh… ! Do you think you’ll get away with something like this? One letter from me would be enough to get a businessman like you… .”
She fell to the floor weakly, clutching her lower abdomen and mumbling.
“It was a good idea to prepare for various possibilities. You had a pretty good plan for carrying that stupid piece of fat?”
As she said this, Memer picked up the veil that had fallen on the floor, shook it lightly, and put it over her head.
“I won’t let you off easy! How rude of you to me, who is favored by Commander Duzan!”
Dorothy scolds him with a slap.
“Favorite? Pfft, well. Which one of us will get his neck cut off?”
He said with a smirk.
“What on earth are you talking about… .”
“You were also providing money to the royal family that fled outside the capital? The money you spent in the capital must have been enormous. Isn’t it too much to spend money on the people in the southern regions who were already struggling?”
He looked at his hands to see if his nails were broken, then blew air and said, “Pfft.”
“Heeek! Oh, how did you… … … .”
“You should have drawn the line clearly. Otherwise, who knows what someone blinded by jealousy might do? Where is the fool who foolishly and openly steps on both sides at the same time, rather than one side noticing it like me?”
And then again, back to where that idiot was… … .
“Blood, blood! Latia?!”
“Whew… … . Oh, don’t worry about that. It’s my blood. ”
“That’s not what I meant… Ugh… … . Latia… I’m really sorry. Ugh… .”
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