98 – Later Story – Battlente Chester (1)
The leader’s office of the Knights of Nelfrugia is located in a space where you can see the scenery of the Imperial Palace at a glance.
In other words, if you turn your head and look outside the window, the vast imperial palace is reflected in your field of vision.
Every time Bartlante stared out the window these days, he would suffer from a high-pitched mood.
“Ohhh? Sir Siegharun. It’s a coincidence.”
“I’m not going to say that the restraints hidden in the rich dress are coincidences. Lady Charles!”
“I’d like to invite you to tea in my room. There are a lot of tarts that you like.”
“Does the young lady think of me as a beast level that will be tamed by food?”
“What do you see me as? I won’t do anything bad, so why don’t you come here?”
“I bet it wouldn’t be as terrifying as this, even if the biological stepmom solicited it!”
Charles and Siegharun, who have changed in a subtly twisted relationship from before, begin a heartwarming chase.
The difference in available abilities was clear, but the psychological pressure of Siegharun, who did not know when and where he would be targeted, was infinite.
Bartlante monologued as he watched the two men and women being pursued.
‘I’m kind of envious…!’
I felt like the old Bartlante wouldn’t even have been conscious.
Because his hobby was to train his muscles and bones while interacting with the opposite s*x.
He did not know that the time would come when he would realize the loneliness caused by the lack of reason.
‘I never thought I’d have to worry about this. If they get caught, they’ll be the target of ridicule.’
The impetus for a change in perception is the impending darkness at the crossroads of life and death. It was the dawn of fate that participated in the subjugation of the ruined Illelpi.
The Marquis of Nephi Alteon. He overcame the ordeal, influenced the corruption of Ir Elfi, and wonderfully saved the woman she loved.
In fact, since Bartlante did not know the cause of Ir Elfi’s fall, she was still bewildered when she thought of it.
The important thing.
In the love they showed, for the first time, Bartlante realized the feeling of being lonely.
“Zieg Harun, who was only hated by a lot, naturally approaches a woman…”
Bartlan Te, who has lived a clean life all her life, was saddened by the reality that she was lonely. Even the memory of having a sad conversation with a woman is so vague that it is questionable whether it will be possible to talk about it properly.
It was a moderate knock to catch him who had left his business trip to the other side of the accident.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“Kuhmm! Come in.”
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Permission was given to Bartlante, who hurriedly corrected his posture and sat down. The door opened and the person entering was a knight in a white uniform.
“I’m here to meet you, Captain Chester.”
“It’s already time… Paperwork is overdue, oops.”
“I will help you after you finish your schedule.”
“Thank you as always. I don’t think I can do without you now.”
The name of the knight he relies on is River. He was a reliable knight who became an assistant in place of the retired vice-captain.
He used to be looked down on with his handsome appearance, but he is a talented person who is highly evaluated in that he always overcame with his skills.
River bowed his head as if in praise. Bartlante patted the knight’s shoulder at his admirable heart. There was a sense of incongruity in the feel of his shoulder, but he dismissed it as thanks to the epaulet.
“It’s been such a long time since I’ve been observing training, I’m ashamed of myself. Even if I have complaints, I have nothing to say.”
“When Marquis Justiha was the leader, the observer counted it on one hand. If you stand tall, the members will be happy.”
“hahahaha, that’s good.”
The road to the training ground was quiet. Her splendid scenery seemed to belong to her, so she created a kind of dream.
Bartlante suddenly came to his senses as he walked down the dreamy path. It was because he noticed that a golden opportunity had arrived.
“But… Sir River.”
“Tell me.”
“Most of the Knights are said to have reached their marriageable age, right?”
“Yes.”
“How are you doing?”
“Yes?”
River rarely asked back at Batlante’s meaningful question. It was embarrassing because it was far from a question a knight commander would ask.
“There are several people who are seeking engagements… And those who have accumulated reputations skip a day and meet other members of the opposite s*x one after another. Of course, in the sane sense of choosing a marriage partner.”
“Uh, um. That’s right?”
The Knights of Nelfrugia had a high status as they were the emperor’s bodyguard. Just enough to give the three sons of a baron a chance to marry the eldest daughter of a count…
‘Why am I doing this?’
Battlante is not an idiot who ignores the answer to a question. If you lined up the marriage proposals that piled up in the family, they would be enough to surround the imperial palace.
But the marriage proposal addressed to Bartlante seriously doesn’t want an answer. It was something close to filing an application.
In other words, if you get selected, it’s a jackpot, if you don’t get it… It’s an event that is nothing more than a lucky draw.
‘That’s why I’m pursuing a natural encounter…’
I was deprived of the opportunity to meet someone because I was busy working day and night at the imperial palace. Maybe he intentionally handed over the position of leader for this purpose. The propagation of malice is sincerely questionable.
When Bartlante seriously twisted his eyes, River cautiously intervened.
“Well, would it be all right if I asked the intent of the question?”
“Just in case it might be helpful.”
“Please note…”
“Isn’t it about time for me to consider a partner as well? My feelings are the same, but I’m very frustrated because I don’t have a chance to meet you.”
“Yes, four?!”
Bartlante was just being honest, but River shrugged his shoulders and coughed again and again. The fact that his face turned bright blue did not seem to be something to be alarmed about.
“Hmm. Is that such a surprise?”
“Oh, no… That’s not it…”
“I feel strongly that it doesn’t suit me. However, I’ve been a bit impatient lately. What should I do? The surrounding environment is so nice…”
If you look outside the director’s office, the chase between Charles and Siegharun is a daily occurrence. Arnel, the younger brother, is eager to progress in the love business, and two marquises roast sesame seeds until they are tired of it.
Bartlante’s sensibility, like the ironclad grain, melted as the spring flowers swayed in the warm wind around him.
To put it simply, it means that his side is cold.
Bartlante turned his attention to a secluded place, probably ashamed of his heartfelt confession. It was boldness that was inversely proportional to its size.
On the other hand, the knight who occupied the side was watching in a completely different way. River gulped down his saliva and let out a heavy rhyme.
“Captain. With all due respect, I would like to offer you a recommendation.”
“Sir River is a big deal. Tell me.”
“If you don’t find the right person for you. How about my sister?”
“… Can you say it again?”
“As a test, I’d suggest meeting up with my sister.”
“Lord River had a sister! I didn’t know at all. Anyway… That proposal…”
The moment when Bartlante was about to politely return.
A jet-black man jumped out of nowhere and laughed sinisterly.
“Huh? Bartlante’s blind date? That’s interesting.”
“Ziekharun!? Why are you here!”
“I was in a hurry to hide because I was avoiding Lady Charles… I heard an interesting topic.”
Zeak Harun takes pride in the revelation, ‘Above all, another father’s blind date is a serious matter.’
They often bumped into each other in the imperial palace, and at some point she stopped talking. Bartlante adapted to Siegharun as he had from the beginning.
It was as if he was dealing with an acquaintance he had known for a long time. It’s an unbelievable sense of deja vu.
“Hmmm?”
Ziekharun took a quick look at the two of them. After that, he ran frantically, tearing apart River.
“Let’s see. Is this the aide’s sister? She’s quite blessed.”
“Excuse me, but the other person is my sister. Why are you observing me…?”
“No, what. If it were a younger brother, he would be somewhat alike. Maybe it’s too much… Isn’t it, Bartlante?”
“I hope you don’t ask me.”
“Oops! What a pitiful person for a blind date. Mok-seok who doesn’t even care about you.”
“I don’t know what a blind date is, but you…!”
Zeke Harun’s sarcastic remarks were unkind. Even Bartlante’s considerable patience shows the floor.
The person who stopped Bartlante from going wild was none other than a girl.
“Are you in a relationship now, too?”
“Lady Charles?”
“What…! I didn’t even feel it?!”
Bartlante was just plain surprised, but Siegharun’s eyes stiffened like a stiff corpse.
Charles expressed his interest by twisting and holding Siegharun’s hood.
“Oh my God, that’s a big deal!”
“Nothing has been decided.”
“What do you mean, Little Duke! You must meet him!”
“Kek! Can’t we talk about it first, Lady Charles?”
Charles continues her words ignoring the man who is in pain.
“I’ve been curious since there hasn’t been any news from someone like a small duke! Oh my… Even Her Majesty the Empress is interested in it.”
Charles, excited for the first time in a while, patted her hands.
Silk Harun, who was caught in the hood, had to be strangled. It’s just heartless to have a helping hand pass him by.
“Hmm…”
Bondy Bartlante was not willing to accept. However, it was difficult to betray Charles’ sparkling eyes.
Not only that, but from the true birth of Charles, he felt the hierarchy of superiors.
“Little Duke!”
“Kek, kehek!”
“Mmm.”
Ziegharun’s painful groans and Bartlante’s cautious silence.
Between the two conflicting voices, Bartlante’s auspicious first blind date took place.