episode_0091

Camilla, who was perched on an ill-fitting chair, sticking her tongue out, as if she were a little girl wearing her parents’ clothes.

“Wow… Could you stop staring at me so obnoxiously?”

Although, for a moment, I felt angry because I felt like I was being truly despised.

… have to endure it.

If I look closely, that Camilla guy doesn’t seem like a bad guy, he’s just awkward with his expressions, and if I can’t hold back here, I feel like something like last time will happen again.

Even back then, I felt like I was the only one who suffered a loss, so when I go to sleep, I still remember that time and kick the blankets off.

I don’t want to create such a dark history anymore.

However, it was my rational judgment, and it was true that I felt bad, so I stuck out my lips pouting.

As he continued to fight with himself like that, Lucius took the lead and went into the reception room.

“Returned.”

Bow- bowed.

Camilla smiled at Lucius’ appearance and waved her hand slightly.

“I have eyes too. I know when I see it.”

Lucius ignored the accusatory remarks, perhaps because Camilla’s attitude was familiar, and continued on with the main topic.

“First, let’s start with the story about the demons we tracked.”

Lucius’ face became very serious.

As the story was about to begin, Camilla let out a deep sigh and clapped her hands twice.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Get the car, hey you idiots, this story is going to be long, so have a seat first.”

“Thank you for your consideration.”

Starting with Lucius, who had bent down once, they moved one by one to the chairs prepared in the reception room.

however.

“… Aren’t we missing one chair?”

At my words, Elia stopped sitting and tilted her head.

“Oh… Really?”

Everyone’s eyes turned to Camilla.

However, Camilla tilted her head as if to ask what the problem was.

“What’s the problem?”

As expected of a fucking brat, he frowned deeply and raised his voice in protest.

“What did you just hear! Isn’t there a seat left?!”

“What?”

Despite my words, Camilla pointed to a place with a dumbfounded expression.

“Grandma, are you already getting presbyopia? It’s over there.”

“Where on earth are you…!”

Let’s follow the fingertips that Camilla was pointing at.

“…”

“Pheup- Ah, I’m sorry, Master… .”

In the corner of the room was a wooden rocking chair, the kind that an old person or a very young child might sit on.

My fists were shaking, it was hard to hold back any longer.

“… Are you kidding meh …

So, I just gave it a cold shoulder.

After that, there was a period of dirty arguments between me and Camilla, and there were only losers, and no winners anywhere.

…

Lucius opened his mouth, his chin hanging low, looking extremely haggard.

“… Then let’s begin.”

“Hurry up.”

“Huh, say it or not.”

Lucius, whose mouth was agape with an indescribable expression, sighed deeply and shook his head.

“… Let’s start with the story about the demons we met in the cave.”

A long story has begun.

* * *

“… That’s it.”

Unlike when we started talking, the atmosphere was somewhat subdued.

Exactly. Exactly.

Camilla, frowning as if she was thinking about something, kept knocking on the desk.

Camilla ran her hands through her hair and let out a deep breath, perhaps because she had just finished gathering her thoughts or because she wanted to give her head a little fresh air.

“So you explained it without any exaggeration?”

“Yes.”

Lucius nodded in affirmation.

“… Damn it.”

Camilla wiped her face at the more serious matter than she thought.

“So what you’re saying is, that annoying piece of shit is starting to move again… .”

“Yes.”

“That… What the devil? Are you saying there’s someone nearby who might be more dangerous than that guy?”

“That’s correct.”

Camilla’s body began to tremble, and soon.

-bang!

Camilla’s scream, almost a scream, was heard, accompanied by the sound of the desk breaking.

“Ahhh! Seriously!!!! Why the hell am I doing this here!!!!!!”

Camilla, her face bright red, grumbled.

My conscience began to prick me for no reason, so I slowly averted my gaze.

… There’s no such kid.

But isn’t it true that I can’t tell the truth now?

Cold sweat began to flow.

Camilla, who had been suppressing her anger for a while, suddenly turned her head and gave me a blazing gaze.

“There was also a grandma!!! Why did she miss it!”

Sneakingly- he avoided eye contact again.

There is no excuse for this, because I let it go on purpose.

Hmm, I have nothing to say even if I get so angry. I was at a loss for words so I just rolled my eyes.

But I heard words from the other side that seemed to defend me.

“… It’s my fault.”

It was Lucius.

He stood up and bowed as if he was truly sorry.

“Because I am so proud… .”

“Are you kidding me-?!”

Camilla, who had changed her target in an instant, turned her head roughly and opened her mouth to question Lucius.

“Oh, no! I can’t help you at all… .”

It was soon interrupted by the saint, who reproached herself.

“…”

Camilla bit her lip.

Even though he was a duke from the north, he couldn’t speak rudely to a saint representing a religion.

“Hey, impure saint.”

… isn’t it?

Everyone’s expressions, except for Camilla and Elia, were strangely distorted.

“Bu, impure virgin… ?”

The face of Elia, who was called the impure saint, turned red as if burning.

Camilla frowned as if displeased, then opened her mouth with a small sigh.

“Then should I call you a lewd saint?”

Those words were enough to make our group look strange, just like the impure saint.

“Oh, no… .”

At Camilla’s words, Elia shook her head harshly.

To me, it seemed like the same thing, but to Elia, something seemed different.

“Tsk.”

Camilla clicked her tongue once at Elia’s reaction and then let out a small sigh as she slumped back into the giant chair.

“Sorry, I overreacted a little.”

“Oh, no… .”

Elia shook her head timidly, still shocked by what she had just heard.

Camilla snickers – and smiles for a moment.

He had a serious expression on his face that was so out of place, I had never seen it before.

“Have you located the location of the escaped guys?”

The atmosphere became heavy.

Elia shook her head as if she felt guilty.

“That’s still… Sorry.”

Camilla frowned at Elia’s appearance and knocked on the desk a couple of times.

“Shit, did I just ask you what’s wrong? I asked you where you are.”

It’s so out of place, yet so true.

I nodded in agreement, and Lucius answered for me.

“The jackal’s location is unknown, and the man’s location is known only to be outside the magic realm, but nothing more is known.”

“That’s right… .”

Camilla stroked her chin, her eyes closed as if lost in thought.

After a short while, Camilla scratched her head and opened her mouth, as if she had finally gathered her thoughts.

“Okay, what should I call her? Hey, what’s her name?”

Camilla’s pupils turned towards Lucius.

However, Lucius pursed his lips as if he had no idea how to answer.

“Hey, you idiot, what’s your name?”

“… None.”

Camilla blinked, as if in disbelief.

“You don’t know, you don’t have a real name?”

“… Anonymous.”

Camilla’s mouth opens, as if dumbfounded by Lucius’s words.

I was equally confused.

As if by coincidence, I tilted my head awkwardly when I heard the name of my disciple from a character I had created.

… What a coincidence. There are such coincidences.

By an unlikely coincidence, I glanced at the nameless man, and he was blinking his eyes as if he was also flustered.

“No, that’s not me.”

Feeling that eyes were on him, Moo-myeong shook his head vigorously.

“Big.”

I almost burst out laughing at the sight of my cute disciple.

The rest of them seemed to feel similar emotions, their shoulders shaking in contrast to the completely subdued atmosphere.

Here, only the nameless ones stuck out their lips as if they were being wronged.

Although it was brief, the cheerful atmosphere died down, and Camilla scratched her head slightly.

“Then what, do you have any impression or characteristics?”

Lucius nodded, looking confident that he could answer this time.

“First of all, I have dark black hair.”

“Yeah, it’s black… Fortunately, it’s not a common hair color.”

Camilla was writing down everything Lucius said on a small notepad next to her.

“And also?”

“Has red eyes that resemble blood.”

Camilla, who had been taking dictation from Lucius, tapped her pen on the desk and tilted her head.

“… Blood-like? It’s a bit ambiguous, but is there anything that can be compared to it for sure?”

Camilla’s question seems to show her intention to find out as much detail as possible.

Lucius looked around, as if trying to be as helpful as possible.

“It’s exactly that color.”

I met the eyes of an anonymous person.

“What.”

Black hair and red eyes?!

He looked at the nameless man with a look of astonishment.

The nameless man stuck out his lips as if he felt wronged.

“No, seriously, why do you keep bringing me up?”

As expected, he is a disciple who has a knack for teasing.