episode_0097

Gulp, gulp.

Ariel, who had been drinking alcohol to cool off, frowned at the strong taste that came late and asked Rachel if her burning heart would improve even a little.

It felt like my insides were burning.

“Ugh… . This, this is really strong. What kind of alcohol is this?”

“I asked for the strongest drink at the nearby bar. I don’t know what it is.”

Rachel, too, had only ever enjoyed sweet drinks like wine, and this was her first time drinking alone, so her face wasn’t much different from Ariel’s.

“Can you change it?”

“No. Let’s just drink it. It’s strong, but it makes me feel better.”

The drinking party between the rivals got off to a pleasant start with a warm atmosphere.

The two formed a temporary alliance, filling each other’s glasses and sharing comfort.

“But you’re prettier than me… .”

“Young-ae is prettier.”

“… Huh. What’s the point of saying we’re pretty? It doesn’t mean anything. ”

“Let’s have a drink… .”

Sniff sniff.

sniffling.

The sound of drinking tears and the sound of drinking alcohol come together in a sad way.

“Whoa… Heh, I think I’m already drunk.”

Ariel, her face flushed after only three glasses, laughed helplessly, her body swaying.

Rachel wasn’t much different.

She just flutters around like Ariel with her face flushed a little.

Drinking, which allowed me to briefly let go of my sense of duty as a knight and my integrity as a woman, gave me a bitter yet strange sense of liberation.

“Should I give up…? Phew… .”

Ariel sighs as she looks down at her empty glass.

Rachel, who had poured a drink into her glass, narrowed her eyes and looked out the window.

It was from that moment that the gloomy atmosphere of the drinking party changed 180 degrees.

“But it’s a little strange.”

“Huh? What?”

“Why did someone who places so much importance on ‘appearance’ in a fiancé not give up after seeing the Grand Princess’ peerless beauty?”

“Hmm… That’s true. Even after meeting him in person, he didn’t say a word about Lumiang’s appearance.”

Ariel nodded.

As Rachel said, it was a bit questionable.

Although Lumiang’s appearance was so beautiful that it made the whole country excited, Elden did not express even a single line of appreciation for her beauty, did not show even a single bit of interest, and did not show even a single bit of regret.

Even when others were praising him, he just read books or trained as if it were a story from another world.

Of course, since I declared my abstention, it might be a story from another world, but if your spouse’s appearance is so important to you that you say “I don’t like him/her because he/she is ugly” in front of him/her, it would be normal to show even a minimal reaction.

At the time, I didn’t feel any doubt because my feelings for Elden weren’t big enough to care about such trivial things, but now that I look back, it’s a little bit strange.

However, it was too late for doubts to turn into questions.

“But why now?”

“Just in case.”

“What is it?”

“Maybe Confucius had an aversion to excessive aesthetic beauty…?”

“Huh? What does that mean?”

“As the saying goes, “too much is better than nothing,” I hate excessive beauty.”

“So you’re saying that you might not like things that are too pretty? Is that why you’re indifferent to Anna Youngae and Lumiang’s beauty?”

“That’s just what the situation seems to be, but the only way to know for sure is to ask Confucius.”

“Hmm… .”

Ariel nodded again at Rachel’s unique idea.

I thought it was a reasonable idea.

The fact that Elden’s reaction was so dry and even harsh when he saw Lumiang, who was so beautiful that some people shed tears just by looking at her, suggested that he might not be a simple admirer of beauty.

Or maybe your general aesthetic standards are different from others.

If so.

“There’s a chance for us too?”

Rachel just shrugged.

Because an inference based only on circumstantial evidence is no different from a delusion.

Of course, that delusion can be a source of hope for some people.

As if to prove it, the gloomy dark clouds hanging over Ariel’s face suddenly cleared away and a faint sunlight appeared.

As easy as turning over the palm of your hand.

“Well, I thought it was too hasty to give up. Come to think of it, I hadn’t even started yet.”

“… You were feeling discouraged just a moment ago, and now you give up so easily?”

“Yeah! If there’s even a slight chance, then that’s fine.”

her.

Rachel stuck out her tongue, her face filled with astonishment.

If you’re going to be turned down by such a slim possibility, you shouldn’t have been depressed in the first place.

Rachel, who thought that this was truly worthy of Ariel Elrond, put down her glass.

How can we just sit still when our temporary allies, who we had been discouraged with, decide to break their alliance and go to the battlefield?

“Then let me ask about Confucius’s aesthetic standards.”

If the inference based solely on circumstantial evidence turns out to be correct, then whoever verifies it first will have the upper hand.

In a battlefield where you can’t see even an inch ahead, reliable information is power.

However, it seems that the enemy who broke the alliance has no intention of giving up the opportunity to win easily.

Ariel shook her head.

“No. I’ll ask. It’s probably natural to ask because it’s necessary for writing.”

“… … .”

Rachel folded her arms, rolled her eyes, and leaned back in her chair.

Suddenly, dark clouds begin to gather over the once cozy table of comfort.

You may wonder if it is really that important to ask who asks first and say that each person can just ask, but since ancient times, the first fights between those who are ignorant about love tend to be childish and petty.

Especially if it’s a fight that’s been fought while drunk.

Rachel smiled faintly.

“I think it’s right to ask the question that has a higher probability.”

“Is that you?”

“Of course. When I became Confucius’s bodyguard, Confucius always wanted to seduce me. He tried countless times.”

“What? Ta, you want it. What?”

Rachel looked down at my chest with a proud expression on her face and a silent gaze.

Her chest, no longer hidden or confined, was free to form a round mound.

Ariel followed his gaze and instinctively looked down at her chest.

Ariel, who bashfully clenched her teeth as she stood there.

For some reason, I felt like I had lost the upper hand and had to fight back.

at last.

widely!

Ariel stood up, leaning on the table, and took out her sword from its sheath, the things she had to hide that day.

“I, I’ve felt that, that, that thing in Elden’s middle too?!!”

And Rachel, unable to bear the shocking attack, stood up, pushing against the table.

It was the beginning of a full-scale conflict.

“Huh?!! Are you talking about the penis?!”

Rachel’s pupils shook as she was hit by an unbelievable, unbelievable attack.

This time, Ariel showed off her manly figure by linking her arms.

“Yeah! Are you kidding me?!”

Of course, it didn’t last long.

“I, Confucius touched my chest?!”

Ariel uncrossed her arms at her rival’s heavy counterattack, and it was natural for her pupils to shake as she looked at her rival’s manly chest.

“What?!! Elden touched that big thing?!!”

“Yes! You touched it twice!”

“Dae, that must have been a mistake during the sparring!”

“A mistake that is repeated is no longer a mistake! Didn’t you accidentally brush against Confucius’s belongings, Lady Young-ae?”

“Oh, no! I definitely got there!”

A love story about feeling the penis of someone you admire.

A love story where the person you admire touches your heart.

In a magnificent fight between grown women, shame and embarrassment should be the responsibility of the listener.

and.

Crack!

The entire share goes to Elden.

I’m talking to Elden, who was trying to quietly step back from the living room he’d entered without thinking, and ended up stepping on the wooden floor with his teeth out of alignment.

Immediately afterwards, the two girls’ gazes turned to the place where the sound came from.

“… … Ah… Ha… Haha. That… Um, sorry. Ma, finish it.”

I see Elden Raphelion standing awkwardly in the doorway of the living room.

at the same time.

“… .”

“… .”

A cold wave so strong that it even puts out the fire in the hearth blows into the living room of a certain dormitory in November.

It was an early cold snap that even froze time.

**

… .

… … .

… … … .

I’ve seen it in movies.

A scene where everything stops as if a pause button was pressed.

It was like that now.

As if I had entered that scene, the living room, where everything had stopped, remained motionless for a while.

I don’t know whether to blame myself for walking into the living room without thinking despite the commotion, or for stepping back and hitting the chipped wooden floor with my right foot.

I was just confused.

Everything I heard, everything I saw.

‘So… Ariel and Rachel were fighting over me…? Or were they making a bet or something?’

Or is this just some annoying prank by some illusionist?

It’s too realistic to be true, though.

Of course, what happened was so unrealistic.

and.

The situations that followed were also quite unrealistic.

Gulp gulp!

dump!

Ariel, who was looking at me in shock as if she had seen a ghost, poured all the alcohol on the table and fell over.

Wow!

Rachel, who was looking at me with the same face as Ariel, smashes the back window and runs outside.

Snowflakes flutter down through the broken window frame.

Whew.

With a blast of desolate wind.

“… … .”

excuse me….

therefore.

What the hell is going on here?

Someone please explain.