episode_0110

I was at a loss for words for a moment when he said he would follow me.

Then Harnier held my hand tightly and explained the reason.

“After hearing it, I thought it was true. I also thought I should stay outside, lest the Marquis nag me. That’s why I’m thinking of following you.”

“Do you have no other place to stay?”

“I should be there… but I can’t go now.”

“Yes?”

“Just understand it that way. I have a problem too.”

“…”

I had to hear absurd things like, “I have a place to stay, but I can’t go,” but there are circumstances. That’s okay up to that point. The problem is that it will follow me.

“I was just planning to buy some supplies here and then return to the territory… but you want to follow me to a place like that?”

Then Harnier placed his hand on his side and narrowed his eyes.

“As an aristocratic girl, do you think that you would have trouble sleeping if it weren’t for your bed, and that you wouldn’t be satisfied if it weren’t for luxurious food served on the table while sitting in front of a comfortable table?”

“Hmm… It’s not that I don’t think like that at all after listening to it, but it almost doesn’t matter.”

“Then what is the reason?”

“The place I’m going to is Ruthmeier.”

The Ruthmire estate is not in a condition to accept guests right now.

Even though it was just a test, they only gave me a glass of milk.

Located halfway up the mountain, there is virtually nothing to offer to guests. At most, there is only one room left.

Wouldn’t that be absurdly inappropriate for hosting guests?

“I don’t know if it would have been possible if I had been appointed as a co-author, but I have no intention of going there for the time being. That’s why it’s difficult to take you with you. Because we have to lead a completely commoner’s life.”

“As expected, you are unique. I can’t believe you’re thinking like this.”

“…isn’t that a common thought?”

She narrowed her eyes and then chuckled.

“Not at all. Usually we think differently. Any aristocrat would have said that a steak paired with a glass of precious wine would go well with wearing expensive clothes with accessories and jewels in a large mansion?”

“Umm…”

I don’t think it’s completely wrong.

To be honest, my first impression of her was that she was an aristocrat born with a noble personality.

However, she proves otherwise by raising three fingers.

“If you’re worried about that, you don’t have to worry about it. I’ve laid down while pulling weeds, and I’ve also fallen asleep on the floor instead of a bed or sofa. It happened because it was so hard. Besides, anything you eat when you’re starving is delicious, right?”

It is said that after that day, Harnier experienced the food, clothing, and shelter of commoners more deeply.

When I actually experienced it, it wasn’t that different.

The old-fashioned manners of nobles did not exist for them.

Their free-spirited life full of affection was rather enjoyable.

Every time his fingers folded, Harnier was pouring out a pile of stories about his experiences.

I could tell just by listening.

It’s not something I’ve experienced once or twice.

That I don’t think of the experience as a bad thing.

That he is a true nobleman who best harmonizes with the common people.

“Thanks to you, I was able to become closer to commoners. So, I was able to have a secret that Marquis had no idea about. Despite this, are you worried about me?”

“No. I feel like I can stop worrying.”

“Right?”

Really, I was too worried.

It made me wonder who would think of this woman as a noblewoman.

“I understand. Let’s go to Ruthmayor together.”

After getting off the carriage, I thought I would be going back alone… but I never thought there would be someone riding a horse in such an odd place.

***

After leaving the mall, I headed to the place where the horse was parked to take her to Ruthmaier.

I asked if it wouldn’t be better to fold my arms at this point.

“You don’t know. Because there may be eyes that see.”

Harnier didn’t let go of my arm, saying I shouldn’t let down my guard.

Then, when you suddenly see something you need and want to buy it.

“The one next to it is a bit better. In terms of cost-effectiveness, the one I chose now is not very good.”

He whispered to me and helped me reduce my spending or choose better items.

Although I could barely buy the things I needed, the things I needed for Ruthmeyer were accumulating.

Then, suddenly, a bottle broke inside the bar.

“Aaaaa!!”

Harsh sounds came out of the bar, along with a woman’s screams.

“ is rotting and falling apart! How dare you come here?!”

“You were hiding yourself…!”

“You bastard! I can’t really go out?!”

-Clink!

Broken glass shards bounced off the floor and flew toward Harnier.

Instinctively, I pulled out my sword and struck out three fragments.

“Are you okay? Harnier.”

“Yes, yes… thanks to you…”

Fortunately, Harnier seems to be okay.

But I couldn’t rest assured.

‘That’s the way this damn game is.’

Small events in commercial areas. If you pass by the tavern, this kind of commotion will occur and sometimes it will eat away at Carcein’s stamina or cause abnormalities.

I don’t know why such details happen, but Karssein was bound to get caught up in places like this.

Moreover, now that I had a companion with me, there was nothing I could do.

“It would be better to go back a little. There might be a rough fight inside and those bottles might come flying at us again.”

I tried to persuade him, but Harnier instead just walked towards the bar.

“Harnier?”

“…Please wait a moment. That’s because I have something to check.”

“Then let’s go together.”

“Yes?”

“It will be dangerous. I’ll take the lead first, so let’s follow behind.”

“I understand.”

As I gave permission and headed towards the bar, there were no more bottles of alcohol flying.

However, the bar became increasingly noisy.

The closer I got, the more I heard the sound of something breaking and being smashed, and I could clearly see what was inside.

Nevertheless.

Harnier reluctantly entered the bar, leaving behind the bottles of alcohol that could come flying at any time and from anywhere.

“As expected…!”

Harnier covered his mouth after checking the situation inside the bar.

“This guy is rotten and crumbling!”

“What kind of guts do you have to move around the empire like this!”

“The liver came out of the stomach! Get hit hard and die!”

I don’t think this situation looks very good either.

There are several men trying to fight against one person.

But, what really annoys me is.

The man didn’t avoid the opponent’s attack and just got hit.

‘Why? That person isn’t without power.’

I could feel it instinctively.

That man’s body wasn’t just made.

It was clearly visible that the ugly and large engraved wounds had damaged the skin in various ways and repeatedly raised new skin.

The calluses on my hands are at the level of cuteness.

Blisters on your feet? That’s not even a wound.

Wounds caused by striking the sword? Would you dare compare it to that?

Through numerous practical trials.

It was created due to constant fighting.

It was as if he had fought monsters with a real sword, rather than fighting like a child with a fake sword or bamboo sword.

The three drunk customers are provoking the man and touching him, but if he stands up right away and shows his skills, the bar will be easily subdued.

And yet.

Even though I have that kind of power.

The man didn’t move from his seat.

“…karsein. I know it’s a rude request, but Would you please listen to one?”

She held my arm tightly and asked me regretfully.

“Can you help me… that Yarik man?”

Please save the man who is being beaten by drunk people in a bar.

That was Harnier’s request.

Actually, I expected it to some extent.

As soon as the bottle was broken, Harnier’s expression began to harden, and he suggested that we go to that tavern.

It was as if he knew what was being said back and forth in this bar.

It was inefficient.

If there was a rumor in the tavern that Bagland’s adoptive son was swinging a sword, his reputation in the Duke’s family would definitely drop, and his reputation in the training hall would also drop. Intimacy goes without saying.

however.

Please hold “”

I left the sword to Harnier and moved forward.

***

Pollux sighed softly as the hood covering his face was taken off.

Immediately, people inside the bar began throwing alcohol bottles and glasses.

“Damn Yarik bastards!”

“What kind of imperial people are you who couldn’t even properly defend the empire!”

“You are no different from back then. You barbarians!”

It was a sound I had been hearing for a long time from the people of the empire.

Since they showed up, of course these voices would be heard.

As expected, I didn’t think it would be a good idea to have a light drink today.

The imperialists came rushing in behind them and started punching Pollux.

They started kicking and making noises that mocked them for selling out their country.

He cursed not only his family but also the entire Yarik people.

A discriminatory remark was heard saying, “You are not from the empire.” At the same time, a bottle of liquor was thrown at my head.

Nevertheless.

Pollux did not react.

Because I can’t react.

-Even if we try to tell them that we are the Ipheros family or something, to them we are just Yarik people. Pollux!

It’s something I’ve experienced several times.

Since we had come all the way down here, if we encountered an imperialist, anything could happen.

It was something I just had to endure.

In this way, Pollux did not resist and closed his eyes even though group violence was being inflicted on him.

however.

I started hearing strange sounds in my ears.

Something clicked! Isn’t there a crashing sound?

A rustling and falling sound was heard, and something heavy was stuck in the wall.

and.

“Big! Ooh, what did we do wrong…”

The person who had been harassing him just now said that, and after a while, he made a sound like he was out of breath.

When Pollux opened his eyes because he felt something was strange.

“It seems somewhat organized… hmm? I opened my eyes.”

A boy with black hair was looking at him.

His hand reaches out.

Is this boy also trying to beat him? For a split second, I had that thought.

however.

“What are you doing without holding it? It’s a hand held out for me to grab and get up.”

The boy was holding out his real hand, not a fist.