Military history goes with clothing packets.
The improved garment packet, passed down through two generations, was a revolutionary invention. A garment that is simple, durable, and wraps the body in an instant if you inject magical power. Soldiers, whose food, clothing and shelter are part of their labor, fell in love with the convenience of clothing packets.
However, the salons and tailors that were leading the fashion at the time did not like the existence of the clothing packet itself. Even if they lacked skills, they had enough money and connections to approach the knights with a box of gold coins.
The effect was clear. Just a few weeks later, a ban on the use of clothing packets came across the kingdom. On the surface, it appeared to be to prevent the luxury and debauchery of the soldiers, but in fact, it was the result of the knights in power weighing a box of gold coins and the 'minor' inconveniences of the soldiers.
In addition, Cheonuimubong received a duel request from a mysterious knight, and the successor to the 3rd Cheonuimubong was defeated at the end of the duel. without the right to refuse.
If the knight who received the box of gold coins was still alive, he would have regretted it greatly.
The coup wasn't the only cause of it, but it would have been delayed by several years without it.
“… The second Cheonuimubong devoted himself to the military. Thanks to his support of the soldiers both physically and mentally, the soldiers did not feel cold even when the military was shattered. We are very grateful for that… .”
Peto replied with a puzzled look.
“Still, the holding company's case is an area that we cannot intervene. We are public security guards, and we take care of all kinds of chores, including household affairs, but the issue of the succession of the company is not an area we can handle.”
Even the girl, who stood bravely among the strangers, could not hide her dismay at Peto's words.
“Ha, but I told you to go this way if you want help!”
“Who the hell did that?”
“A friend told me that a rich, fearless kid like me could wear it on the side of a guy who would just help him when he went to the host bar!”
Cut off school with that friend right away.
The words came half way out of the mouths of everyone who was listening to the story. Unless you are familiar with the inside story, it is taboo to recklessly indulge in other people's private lives.
A deeper conversation takes place after a relationship that is that deep. This is the guiding principle.
“Hmm. It’s exciting.”
That was then. Hughes, rarely concentrating with her mouth shut, straightened her body with a look of excitement as if exhaled.
When Peto was muttering, “No way.”
“senior. I will help.”
The dream has come true.
“What? you?”
“They told me to take care of Anna. Well, I must have been relegated. I will add my hand to Miss Bakia's work.”
As if everything would be resolved if he stepped in, Hughes stepped forward confidently without any hesitation. Cheonuimubong's granddaughter's face brightened.
Feto said, feeling the urge to grab all his sideburns.
“What are you helping? They say we're brute-force infantry, but we're like hosts!”
“I admit it with my own mouth.”
“Because when you have to admit it, you have to admit it! What do we have other than the face and the horse?”
Each time Peto finished speaking, Sepierre's expression, which had brightened a little, darkened in real time. Peto, feeling the discomfort of his guest, grabbed Hughes by the neck and dragged him into his ear, whispering.
“Let’s get to the subject, Hughes. You and I, at best, are just chaff. To protect even this host bar, you have to get down on your stomach!”
“So you just want to let it go? The successor of Cheonuimubong, the best holding company in the military, has come to ask for help, but pretending not to know? Is that what a proud soldier of the military would say?”
“We are also sorry. But what do you do? We're just incompetent gangs! I have neither the ability nor the responsibility to intervene in such a big thing!”
Distinguishing between public and private is a virtue required in all public offices, but the civil infantry has many times greater duties.
The responsibility is greater than you can imagine because it is an unacceptable combination of the profession of a soldier who can die publicly and a host who can die privately. To prevent an enraged officer from attacking with a sword, you have to buy it yourself.
Peto, who was accustomed to that attitude, actively stopped Hughes. Eventually, Hughes agreed.
“Ahh. I can't. then.”
“right? well thought… .”
Hughes unpacked the packet. All the decorations he had glued on fell to the floor, and Hughes returned in a simple shirt.
Hughes took off the uniform at once and handed the uniform packet to Peto.
“I really wanted to say this. I will stop here from today.”
“Crazy bastard… .”
“I am no longer a senior. Don't be rude, Peto.”
“Really crazy bastard… .”
Hughes pushed the packet into Peto's arms, who stood blankly, and approached Sepier. Sepier, who was trying to hide his disappointment, looked at the young man who had just approached.
“It’s a fun story. May I help you, Miss Sepiere?”
“… Thank you. By the way.”
He was wearing a fancy uniform so far, so he didn't notice, but when he took off his uniform, Hughes looked like Sepierre, a few years older than an adult. Sepier asked, looking at Peto with a questionable look.
“Is this guy also an Infantryman?”
Peto closed his eyes tightly and replied.
“Not now.”
“Are you once right?”
“It was a pinch hit, but anyway.”
A thin and tall stature characteristic of a child who has undergone rapid growth. A face that still has a youthful tea left. Even the word “young” is slightly lacking, with a young face.
Sepier looked up and down at Hughes and tilted his head.
“Isn’t that a kid wearing a nice-looking uniform?”
“Pu ha ha ha ha! Hey Hughes! I borrowed it from you!”
For the first time this year, Peto made a fuss.
A drowning person wants to hold on to even straw, but if you hold a real straw in front of you, your expression will rot. Today's Sepier was just like that.
Sepier looked at Hughes with questionable eyes, then turned his head. Whether she knew her heart or not, Hughes smiled and walked side by side with her girl.
“So, let me briefly explain.”
Hughes clarified the situation at a glance.
“Are you saying that other relatives are coveting the successor position of Miss Sepierre, taking advantage of the worsening of the second generation Cheonuimubong’s chronic illness?”
“… Yes. For now.”
“for now?”
Sepier answered, clutching the clothing packet in his hand.
“Currently, the only people in the military who can make an Aki avatar are me and my grandmother. When her grandmother corrected me, she taught me and she looked after me. However… .”
As the health of the 2nd Cheonuimubong deteriorated and he could no longer exert influence, there was no one left to protect Sepier.
Hughes asked Sepier, who was speechless.
“It’s strange. I heard that the Aki Avatar is an essential tool for making clothing packets. What if Miss Three Pierre let go of her hand?”
Sepier hesitated and answered.
“… Unless you want to get rid of the Thousand Duty Rods, you have no choice but to create an Aki avatar.”
“Aha. No matter how resentful it may be, she doesn't want to destroy the company. He knows that too.”
“Cheonuimubong is a long-established textile shop that has been around for a long time. After struggling for a long time, I recently became a saint again, but ruining it with my greed… Impossible.”
“Hmm. What is this?”
Sepier spoke heavily, but Hughes' response to hearing was only infinitely light. Sepier, who was not trustworthy no matter how much he thought about it, asked quietly.
“… This time I'll ask you one more time. How old are you?”
“I am eighteen years old.”
“We are only two years apart… .”
“I do big things, but age doesn’t really matter.”
“Are there any operations?”
Instead of answering, Hughes smiled sinisterly. For a moment, goosebumps appeared on Sepier's spine.
A smile that looked like a bad boy who didn't know the subject or like a scrivener of the century, gave Sepier a sense of relief as well as an unknown ominous feeling.
It wasn't that he was relieved because he was an ally. It's a relief to know that a man who doesn't know what the hell he's going to do is at least not an enemy… .
“Girl, can you trust me?”
… But it seems like he's lost for some reason if he's flirting here, so Sepier swallowed his saliva and answered.
“no. I can't quite believe it.”
“You are wise. But you will have to believe it.”
“Why?”
“Yeah.”
The two had already arrived at the Cheonuimubong headquarters in District 3. At the front door of the headquarters, which occupies the entire seven-story building, a hired security guard was glaring at him.
Hughes answered, pointing a finger in that direction.
“It will all happen.”
Instead of the second generation Cheon Ui-Mubong, who was lying on the bed due to old age, Alexei Bakia, the acting president of the company, was welcoming untimely guests.
Hearing this from Hughes, he burst into laughter at the most pleasant news of the year that came at the end of the year.
“Kah ha ha! It's like a stupid bitch! I've got nowhere to go, so go find the Air Infantry! To those who are just hosts at best! A kid is an irresistible kid!”
“I don’t know anything, but when I see you come to the host bar right away… Maybe it's rather premature? Khel Hell Hell!”
“Ha ha ha ha ha! you like it! The way he talks and his attitude!”
After a long laugh, Alexei continued speaking with a fishy smile.
“… He was quick-witted, so he came to me right away.”
Did you say that small people recognize small people? Hughes accepted Alexei's words with a similar smile.
“After all, did you roughly grasp the subject matter?”
“Ah, of course. This is the only place a little girl can go to, who's never even set foot in any other area… . I didn’t know if I would stop by the host bar, so I missed it.”
“But I was on my feet in a more dangerous place. A place full of chaff, the only thought of having a hammock… . Qukkk kkk kkk kkk kkk kkk kkk kkk kkk kkk kkk –
“Ah ha ha ha ha! It's not even funny!”
“Khehel Hell Hell Hel Heel!”
The two smiled for a while, looking like a mirror, and after a few minutes they got to the point.
Alexei, who had been smiling so happily before, hardened his expression. Alexei asked Hughes for a paycheck with a very defensive and regretful face.
“okay. you. What do you want from me?”
“I am the host. To be precise, it’s my job to talk to women and to disturb them so they don’t dare think differently in front of me.”
“Hey. therefore?”
There was a positive response at the point of making it disturbing. Hughes, having a gut feeling that he had succeeded, said as he rubbed both her hands.
“The boss, wouldn’t it be a problem if that little girl was fussing around? In particular, I don't know where I'm going if I get citizen registration in two years. Don't you need someone to stand by and watch over?”
“Are you going to watch?”
“Surveillance was a bit of a nuisance and meant that we might need a tutor, boss.”
It was clear that the choice of the word boss, above all else, made Alexei satisfied. Alexei extended his hand to Hughes with a more ferocious, heartfelt smile than before.
“I'm counting on you. From today on, you are Sepierre's tutor. I don't go to secondary school because of the succession class, so it's my godfather's duty to save even a tutor!”
Hughes bowed humbly and clasped his hand. That attitude made Alexei even more satisfied.
“Just leave it to me. I will push you so that you will never even think of rebelling again, so that you will not be able to do anything other than make an Aki avatar!”
If Sepier had a gun then, he would have fired Hughes. Sadly, she didn't have a gun at the time.
Sepier paid the price for trusting humans easily.
A year has passed like that.