294. Dongseok
“Hmm.”
Erica coughs out of embarrassment.
When I saw the reaction, I could tell that they were waiting for me.
Isn’t there a life-sized doll the same size as me right now?
Of course, I was a little embarrassed when I first saw it. Even if it’s just on paper, my fiancee’s doll is at her workplace.
When I thought about it, my best guess was that it wasn’t Erica who asked for it, but Professor Per Petra, who doesn’t know much about the world, made it and gave it to her as a gift.
Even so, the actions that Erica just did were somewhat different.
“Hmm.”
While sitting in her chair, he placed both of her hands on her thighs and lowered his still burning face.
Even though I thought about saying something to her who was acting like she was some sort of criminal.
[It’s similar, though. It has a bit of an old-time feel. There is a difference compared to now that I have returned after a few months.]
[There is no unique atmosphere. It really just feels like a doll.]
I am speechless when I hear the dark spirit and Stella looking around at the doll and pouring out their compliments.
I also wondered if there would be a legal problem if something like that was made without my consent.
“How have you been?”
In the end, what I chose was to pretend not to notice.
She had no intention of humiliating her beyond her means, and with her face red and trembling, it seemed like if I touched her any further, she would go somewhere and hang her neck.
“I’m sorry for making you feel so inconsiderate.”
Tears drop from the corners of Erica’s eyes as she whispers softly. In the end, she knew that no matter what she said, this would be the reaction.
Erica wipes away her tears, pretending to press the corners of her eyes for no reason, then straightens her shoulders and looks at me.
“Yes, I’ve been fine.”
There is still a trace of red on her face, but she tries to be resolute and confident.
It was a posture I liked.
“What about you?”
Erica asks carefully.
I give the same answer to this rather light question for a reaction to a reunion.
“Yes, I had a good time.”
“I see.”
Has the burning sensation completely subsided now? Erica slowly gets up and sits down next to me with a soft smile on her lips.
“Then that’s enough.”
Her hand resting on the back of my hand. It was warm and soft, but I felt a hard core.
It was her own little process to confirm that I was really back.
“I have a lot of questions.”
Kkook.
Erica gave her hand a little pressure, saying she wouldn’t let go. From her weight, I could tell how many questions she wanted to put in her mouth.
“Because I came back.”
Erica swallowed that there was no need for all that and leaned gently on my shoulder.
“Then that’s enough.”
I don’t know if it’s the perfume she’s wearing or the scent of her natural flesh, but a subtle lemon scent tickles her nose.
It was indeed only a moment, but why? She has been sitting in her lab since early morning with her and her heart has been pounding as this time has been quite tiring.
[This is a fox.]
[…] … Really.]
Yes, as if I was hypnotized, I was intoxicated by her warmth, body scent, and weight.
The moment the dark spirit master and Stella spoke, the feeling that it had become a line of poetry was broken.
Erica is clinging to my arm as if she is tied to it. Her hands are clasped and her snort touches the back of her neck.
“Erica, I need help.”
My business-like tone immediately blows away the cozy atmosphere.
Erica asked, pressing her chin on my shoulder as if she didn’t like it.
“What is it?”
The feeling of the tip of her breath touching my ear. I continue her words, carefully untangling her.
“Do you have any connections to Wellingson Company?”
“… ….”
Erica’s eyes widened slightly as if she was displeased with the situation in which she was completely separated, but she answered quickly.
“I have connections. Because it’s so big and her feet are wide. “It’s not that I’m special, but it’s a place where famous nobles can step in.”
“He didn’t approach me separately.”
There was some reason why the Wellingson Company did not approach me as a memorial envoy and the second son of the Verdi family.
“Of course.”
Erica shrugs her shoulders and replies, “What are you wondering?”
“There is a difference in level. Because you work as an individual under His Majesty’s direct command without any subordinates. “You know that this is someone you shouldn’t touch.”
“… ….”
“To begin with, from the Chamber of Commerce’s perspective, you are like a beast that must be avoided, and you are not the person who will initiate transactions or negotiations.”
It wasn’t very pleasant to have unintentionally become a threat to them.
In that case, after I return, you will keep an eye on me when I act.
This meant that it had become more difficult to secretly investigate them.
‘No, it worked out better.’
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In that case, attack from the front. I will make sure that they cannot cut off the tail of Goben without permission.
For reference, Goben is currently imprisoned in North Weden. If you send it to Graypond right away, they may try to close the case in a brute force.
In fact, it could be said that Darius was in hiding.
“But why?”
When she returns, Erica asks if it was strange that she suddenly asked about Wellingson Company.
I explained her drug-related incident to her without much hesitation.
This is a smuggling incident, but the scale may be larger than expected, and a coachman from Wellingson is said to be connected.
Erica nods her head as if she understands.
“Would you like me to help you too? “Even if she was competent, there would have been limitations in obtaining information from North Weden.”
“Is there a separate way to find out?”
“I guess I can talk to the family. “If it doesn’t work out, I’ll ask for support from the Geronia family.”
Is it so helpful to have built up friendship with both families? I nodded yes.
“Please.”
“Yes, don’t worry. But how long will it be there? “It will probably take some time to investigate.”
“It can’t last long. “First of all, I have to let the royal family know that I am back.”
“I guess so.”
Actually, it was only a brief stop on the way to Gray Pond.
Erica had a sullen expression on her face, as if she was feeling sad inside, but she didn’t say anything more. She knew not to catch me, so she was restraining herself.
“Hey, Deius.”
“Why are you doing that?”
“Now…… “It doesn’t suddenly disappear somewhere, does it?”
For the first time in her conversation with me, she showed signs of anxiety. The slight tremor in her voice gave the impression that she was holding back.
“Okay, don’t worry.”
At her answer, Erica smiled brightly like a child.
Is it because it looks good?
Add some more information.
“I will retire at Memorial Temple. There will be some confusion. “Because she went through a series of events that caused quite a stir.”
The fact that I collected all the souls on the continent is information that no one knows.
And there were bound to be people who aimed at or tried to keep such power in check.
Lan Hardt started off as a hunter, but he probably won’t end up as a mercenary after all.
“But it won’t disappear as suddenly as this time.”
As I declared, Erica clasped her hands together as if she were praying.
“Thank you for answering.”
After regaining her sense of stability, Erica takes a deep breath and nods.
After that, we talked a little more and had a cozy time.
* * *
At Lovern Academy, outdoor tables made of wood were placed throughout.
This is a place prepared for cadets who usually eat in the cafeteria, but who cook their own food or buy food from outside.
I should say that it is thanks to the fact that it was placed in a place with few people for aesthetics.
Aria and Eleanor, who were inevitably noticed, usually had lunch there.
“I’m hungry!”
Aria’s cry rings out for a long time. When she laughed and hit her desk, Eleanor, who was sitting across from her, responded by resting her chin in frustration.
“I’m not some kind of primitive person. “Why do you make such a fuss about eating?”
“Because I feel good today! “I think something good will happen!”
Although not at the level of Finden Eye, her former warrior Aria’s sense of this was quite sharp.
Of course, since she was Eleanor, she couldn’t have known that, so she just felt bad watching her rival and friend get excited for no reason.
“If you’re that excited, give me that.”
Eleanor points out her fried food from the lunch box that Aria bought in the city.
Her fork had already snatched up her fries and popped them into her mouth.
“You’re crazy.”
Aria changed her expression that had been smiling until now and gave a straight face.
“You give a princess and take away a commoner’s lunch? “This must be so crazy!”
“I want you to know for sure.”
Eleanor, who finished eating her fried food while mumbling, answered with a serious expression.
“I didn’t really want to eat fried food. “But I ate it because I didn’t want to see you enjoying it after eating it.”
“My mentality was just so bad that I was put off.”
Although annoyed, Aria started to eat her lunch relatively calmly, and Eleanor did not deny it and took out today’s lunch box.
“…… What is this?”
And inside, there are menus that are simple to look at. Instead of thick tteokgalbi, there was only sauce that had the scent of tteokgalbi leftover.
“I was so hungry earlier that I forgot my lunch box.”
When Aria answered, Eleanor looked at Aria with a puzzled expression.
“You ate mine?”
“Yes. “I have to eat mine for lunch.”
“So then you called me a bad b*tch? “You naughty b*tch!”
Eleanor shouts out loud. Aria bursts out laughing at the thought that she got punched.
In the end, it’s a laughable situation where both people forget each other’s lunch boxes. The two bicker, and the conversation gradually becomes more heated than the meal.
“But why do you eat food? “It’s a washboard anyway.”
“Wouldn’t it be better than not having nutrients go to your head like you do? And you have small breasts, not washboards?”
“You know what? Your friend Leorus asked me how to get along with you. So he told me to practice licking the brick floor, or the wall. “Because they are similar to your breasts.”
“Wow, thanks you crazy b*tch. Layton also asked me what he should do to make things work out well with you. So, first, I went to the art department and asked them to do a nude model. “You have that kind of taste.”
Now, the conversation between the two just leads to a brawl.
“Can I sit down with you?”
A heavy voice intervened.
She said she would be with her, but there was no packed lunch, and she only had a cup of coffee in her hand.
“Huh?”
“Huh?”
The person who came to their table was Deius Verdi, whom they had been waiting for so long.