Inside An Adult Game As A Former Hero chapter 67

Inside An Adult Game As A Former Hero 67

EP.67 Behemoth

Cloud picked up the wine corks.

The deep aroma of the wine rose through the air.

As the wine is 140 years old, it has a rich yet subtle scent.

The wine poured into the glass was bright crimson.

“After all, expensive things are different. It doesn’t compare to the wine we had at the bar.”

“The wine has been stored for 140 years in a warehouse where clean mana flows. It’s rude to compare it to regular bar wine. By the way, the duke paid a lot of attention.”

Wines of this quality are very expensive. By the kingdom standards, it is impossible to even touch on the level of a self-writer, and I wonder if only a wealthy count should own a bottle.

Of course, in the Empire, there are cases where the Baron owns several bottles, but this is the kingdom to the end.

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Giving these items to be used for drinks with guests, not for banquets or meals, was a sign of considerable favor.

“The next head of the Perdiak family asked him to serve alcohol, so I guess he couldn’t offer something crude.”

“…I never applied such pressure.”

When Frilite made a sullen expression, Cloud smiled and poured the wine into her own glass.

“It’s a joke, and it’s probably because they got stabbed too. The public sentiment was also shattered by this incident, but you can’t show hatred even to the hero, right?”

“Is it true that the Duke of Oller locked the gates?”

“Huh. Because of that, the public sentiment is very ugly. I don’t know, but among the knights, there must be quite a few people who have animosity.”

Not to mention the soldiers.

Cloud tilted the wine glass he had brought to his lips. He sipped the wine for a moment and savored it.

Well. It just tastes like wine.

‘Well, I’m not a wine sommelier, how do I know the taste of wine?’

Whether it was expensive or cheap, it was the same wine to him as long as it exceeded a certain level. He passed the wine from his mouth down his throat.

He said, putting the wine glass on the small round table.

“Then tell me now.”

“Is that still sound? I must have said you wouldn’t ask any more before coming to the castle.”

“Not that.”

Cloud shook his head.

“I saw corpses lying around Behemoth. Is it because of them that you didn’t like your expression when you came back?”

Frilite closed her slightly opened mouth.

Cloud gently patted Frillite on the back as if comforting her.

“If anything is difficult, tell me. Isn’t it a friend who is telling you to use it at times like this?”

Frilite raised the corners of her lips and smiled a little. She quickly erased her smile and put on a serious expression. Without savoring the wine like Cloud did, she poured it into her mouth.

“Behemoth was strong.”

“Yes.”

“The sound of his cries made our head tremble, his feet shook the ground, and he shredded dozens of soldiers with a single step.”

“Crazy.”

“Yeah, crazy. But it was a preventable attack. Unbeknownst to others, I was able to block his attack. Still, I did not stop and avoided it. Do you know why?”

Frillite’s forehead was wrinkled.

A look of self-hatred and guilt was etched on her face.

Instead of answering, Cloud quietly poured the wine into her glass. She continued to speak because she didn’t even want his answer.

“It was because there was a possibility that I would not be able to subdue Behemoth. You can stop it, but if you do, damage will build up on your body.”

“So do you regret it? You weighed their lives on your own terms?”

“No.”

Frillite shook her head resolutely.

“I don’t regret that. At the time, I thought it was right, and I still think so. Even if I go back to the past, my judgment will not change.”

However, she couldn’t shake the thought that if she had been stronger, they wouldn’t have had to die.

Frilite muttered with a bitter expression.

Known as the strongest of the four Hero, she blamed herself for her weakness.

Cloud didn’t like Frillite’s attitude.

“Hey, let me ask you one thing. Have you ever not done your best in your life? Have you ever been lazy?”

Frilite tilted her head as if asking why he was asking such a thing.

Still, she answered the question honestly.

“I think I did my best. Now that I think about it, there were many better ways.”

“Yeah, there must have been a better way. But you didn’t know at the time, and you did your best. The result of living doing your best is the power you have now. But why are you blaming it? Why are you criticizing the results of your efforts?”

“…”

“Sometimes… no, I always think of it. You are too strict with yourself. I mean, you have a tendency to push yourself too hard. Is that a very bad habit? Most people like that don’t end well.”

In the past, Cloud had a colleague who had been with him since the beginning. The swordsman had no talent for swords. What others would realize in one hour, he had to practice for ten hours to realize.

Everyone told him to stop going back.

It’s not that I’m demeaning him or sympathize with him. I said this because I was genuinely worried,

But the swordman did not return. Every time he heard such words, he secretly increased his training time and abused his body.

After pushing and overusing himself like that, the swordsman finally bloomed a beautiful flower called fruit.

And the flower withered not long after it bloomed.

Cloud still doesn’t know what drove him so hard. Because the swordmam was reluctant to talk about his past.

I just think it’s stupid.

No matter how hard you try and try, what good is it if you lose it right away?

Who will recognize a flower that has withered as soon as it blooms? People who have been watching? They remember the moment when the flower was lost rather than the moment when it was beautiful.

Every time I think of a flower that has fallen, I suffer.

“Many have died. Each of them was someone’s son, husband and father. Many people cry over the death of one person. If I could lessen their tears even a little, wouldn’t it be worthwhile for me to overdo it?”

“Then what if you are wrong? What are the people who will cry because of you?”

Who will cry for me?

At Cloud’s words, the first thing that Frilite thought of was her family.

Father and mother.

Will the two of you shed tears for her?

It didn’t seem like that.

So, who are the people in your family?

Recalling the family members, Frilite shook her head again. She couldn’t have imagined that those desolate people shed tears for herself.

Frilite sip the wine silently for a moment.

Looking at her face reflected on the wine surface, she asked in a low voice.

“If I’m wrong, will you cry for me?”

“Yes. Will I cry? I will cry so much that my tears will make a river.”

An immediate answer without hesitation.

Frilite smiled and turned her head to Cloud.

“Playing jokes at a timing like this…”

Frillite’s mouth shut.

His face, which he thought would be full of playfulness, was serious without a single smile.

It was a bit sad, though.

“I’m not joking. If you don’t want to see me die of dehydration, you’ll have to take care of yourself.”

The withered flower in Cloud’s chest was not the only swordsman. His chest is filled with countless flowers.

And he didn’t want to put another new flower here.

* * *

“Hey.”

Cloud, who fell asleep on the narrow round table, made a strange noise. Several empty wine bottles were rolling around.

Frillite stared at Cloud, who was drooling.

It’s amazing.

Even if she doesn’t do anything and just stare at him, she feel at ease.

‘It wasn’t like this at first.’

How did this happen

It’s just ironic.

Frilite looked at him with a smile and remembered what he had just said a few hours earlier.

‘If you don’t want me to be killed by dehydration, you’ll save yourself in moderation.’

It’s a strangely intimidating tone, but what he put as collateral is his life.

Even if you say it sincerely.

Even thinking about it now, it was ridiculous and she just laughed out loud.

still…

It wasn’t a bad feeling.

Because it was the story that he was genuinely worried about her.

It just feels like the emptiness in her heart is being filled. Come to think of it, she never felt the emptiness she always felt when she was with him.

– You don’t even want to marry Cloud, are you?

What Lorian said during the day.

Frilite recalled the conversation she had with her father for a moment.

Her father, surprisingly, viewed Frilite’s proposal positively. It’s also thanks to Frillite’s pick of days when her father seemed to be in a good mood, but that wasn’t all.

Because the head of the Duke of Perdiak is not a person who can err on the side of emotions.

Everything was calculated.

First of all, Cloud has the status of a hero. It’s not that he’s not good enough to form a relationship with Frilite.

And he is an orphan from commoners.

There is no such thing as an outsider to disturb the family. In addition, Cloud himself said that he would not touch the family affairs at all and would only be faithful to his role as a pillar westerner.

It’s a bonus that you don’t have to worry about the appearance of your children as they are born with an outstanding appearance.

So, from the Duke of Perdiak’s point of view, he can’t help but feel that he was a very good son-in-law.

For this reason, Duke Perdiak said that he would allow the marriage if Cloud made an achievement and removed the nickname of the incompetent Hero.

‘I’ve never even thought about marriage until now.’

Until Cloud spoke up.

To be honest, even now, when she think of the word marriage, she was a little confused.

‘It’s not bad though.’

Even in her bleak family, she seemed to be able to have a good time if she was with Cloud.

Frillite was not concerned about the conditions the Duke of Perdiak had offered.

From what she’s been watching lately, Cloud has never been incompetent. And it turned out to be what happened today.

Nicknames such as the incompetent warrior will be easily shaken off.

Frillite, who continued to stare at the sleeping Cloud, accidentally caught her eye.

Cloud’s hand was amazing.

Like a warrior’s hand, it was crude and white and beautiful.

Frilite looked blankly for a while, then moved her hand carefully. She placed her hand on top of his.

“…I must have been drunk too.”

Her face was hot and hwr heart was pounding, he must have been drunk.

That too a lot.

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Comment

  1. Shengs Shengs says:

    I think I’m getting the gist of MC’s past. He’s a war soldier that his parents thought was a NEET. In the war he’s in, he practices swordsmanship alongside his colleagues whom eventually fell. The guy he gave the NTR game to is a friend outside the soldier business. Hence, his sadness in losing potential allies and appreciating the work of the soldiers.

    God interpreting MTL’ed stories is hard.

  2. shelwyn says:

    Haa, I almost want to say why bother with a harem. Sleeping around without having any commitment is that the harem tag? Will he end up with a bunch of hoes weighing him down?

  3. jam says:

    shipppppppp

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