Mission No.8 Warrior, rest in peace (4)
After resting for exactly two more days until Lafon, who was soaked in fatigue, recovered, Ewald chose the path through the Duchy and Stett Kingdom.
Lafon whined that he would make more machines until the end, and then he was completely discouraged by Ewald’s words that he was going to throw them away, and he was quietly on the horse with Usbel.
However, Lapon was excited about the fact that he had been riding a horse for the first time in his life.
Of course, after that, Lafon, who suffered from severe speech sickness, grew weary day by day.
Even though Fionir was gone, it had been a long time since all the crew members were moving, so Balt’s head was pounding.
Of course, it’s because of a completely different problem than travel fatigue.
“Mister, the watermelon here is so delicious.”
“Oh, watermelon sounds so delicious.”
“I-I’m the big boy, I love that watermelon.”
“Watermelon… Silver is my favorite food too, Mr. Seo.”
“What is a watermelon?”
“Watermelon, watermelon! Subaak!”
Whether he was taking a gastronomic tour, taking pictures of every town in sight, or going back to Rotume, Balt couldn’t tell the difference.
Besides, since he was the only man, he thought that it would be so scary if the women were greedy for food, so Balt sighed again and turned his horse’s head toward the village.
Today, Ewald, thinking that he should burn that foodie guide in the hand of Shu Pea, drove his horse with his hair.
* * *
“… What kind of food expenses exceed 70% of the unit’s operating expenses?”
Ebalt, who had taken over the money management that Pioneer had been in charge of, worked diligently to sort out his household account book, covering his head.
“What are you guys going out to eat?”
“Half of life is a pleasure to eat, right?”
“… Don’t talk while spitting out watermelon seeds.”
After roughly snatching the watermelon that had protruded out of his mouth, Elif spat out the watermelon seeds with a grin and a teary expression.
Still, compared to when I first met him, he was a really bright Elif, but he seemed to be incapable of that natural crying face.
In any case, Ewald, who thought that the unit was getting ready, looked around the members one by one.
Usbel.
He’s a guy with no disqualifications except for being insane.
Elf.
Recently, it seems that the sword can be used on people and living things. However, Ewald recently confirmed that she cannot use a sword against a man yet. It’s kind of funny what he’s capable of with a woman, but considering his past with his father, it’s understandable.
Adele.
He was able to bard. However, it seems that even if Ewald ordered it, it did not work well. He ordered barding in the village he stopped by yesterday, and he raised a clue that Ebalt could rest well by making it barding to wash and grow.
Of course, while Balt went to bed, he held a ladies’ party among the women, so everyone was drunk until the next day’s sunrise…
Supera.
The shield was great from the beginning, and I don’t know what happened to it, but to some extent, it was displaying divine power, including healing.
The problem is that there are times when the divine power is displayed and there are times when it is not.
Thanks to this, he was a new nickname of the lottery priest.
Eccrine.
To be honest, Ewald is the most troublesome girl. Yesterday, Ekrin’s Zweihender flew over Ewald’s shoulder as soon as he threatened to kill the scoundrel he was fighting with.
The push up with his shoulder didn’t open a new hole in the thug’s throat, but Zweihender stopped right in front of his eyes, and the thug, rude to his pants, had to crawl out of the inn.
Of course, the innkeeper grumbled and cleaned the floor again.
Ewald, who had no clue what to do with this young lady, looked at her for a moment with her most worried expression.
And finally Lafon.
At least this dwarf, Ohisa, was showing a modest appearance to the point of wondering if she might be the most normal of Ebalt’s members.
Of course, the socialization of the human world has not been done yet, and his unique eccentricity pops out, but he is still the least worried about Ewald.
However, thinking that he was a member of the crew, he thought that it was ambiguous that he was dragging around the dwarf Ohisa.
Intermediate inspection is over.
Ewald took out a map and reviewed the route to the next village while sighing at the growing food expenses.
“Uncle, there is a village called Murano on the border of Stett Kingdom, but there… !”
Ewald, who almost tore the map, glared at Supea with a ferocious face, but Supea shouted at Ewald with sparkling eyes.
“The freshwater eel is amazing!”
Ah, that attracts.
“… What is the name of the village?”
“Murano, Murano!”
Even Usbel started to run amok.
“Eel, eel! That’s good for stamina, stamina!”
Watching Usbel, who looked like her youngest child, innocently laughed and said something like that, made Balt feel very strange.
But as soon as the sound of something came out of Usbel’s mouth, she had to goosebumps, thanks to Eccrine, who turned her blushing face toward herself.
“Go, let’s go. Did you say Murano?”
Moreover, thanks to Eccrine, who most eagerly started peeking at Supea’s foodie guide, Ewald was in serious agony about rescheduling.
Then, with a dazed face, Elif brought one of his fingers to his lips and thrust a dagger into Ebalt.
“But isn’t it a waste to try something like that, Captain?”
“… What do you mean by saying that to me?”
Naturally, Ebalt growled fiercely, but Elif turned his straight face toward Ebalt as if it were natural.
“Aren’t you the kind of person who just goes around and acts like a b*tch?”
Ewald took a proper hit.
I really appreciated the content, and as a male in the middle of the class, Ewald, who was traumatized, had to hang his head down without even retorting.
Of course, as the story flowed in an unintended direction, Shupea glanced at Ewald’s face with his face flushed considerably reddened by the guide.
“Wait a minute, Mr. Spea. Please open that Murano page.”
Ekryn thrusts him in the face, almost taking the book away from Shu Pea. Due to Eccrine being so aggressively pushed, Shupea, who had a hot temper, threw out her anger.
“Oh, little!
“I’m in a hurry!”
I don’t know what’s urgent, but Ekrin alternated between the picture of the eel, the picture of her forearm burning, and Ewald several times, her face blushing red.
Ewald, of course, felt uneasy, jumped up from his seat, and fled toward his room with a tired face on his face.
And the six ladies continued an in-depth discussion about the correlation between eels and stamina late into the night.
* * *
“… Sorry. We have yet to find the heinous culprit.”
The man’s brief report was over. And Marcel Schröter threw the bronze goblet he was holding in the man’s face.
With a pop, blood gushed from the man’s forehead.
But as if that wasn’t enough, Duke Marcel Schroeter threw the heaviest thing he could get into his hands at the man again.
A distant sound of something breaking came from the man’s mouth, who clearly watched the object but did not avoid it.
“You call that an excuse now!”
“I have no face, Your Excellency.”
“… Shut up, incompetent bastard!”
The man, who had been silently listening to Marcel’s abusive words without even raising his bleeding face, hid his tightly clenched fist behind his back.
“The man who killed my son is still breathing under this sky. But does it make sense to say that nothing has been gained after two months!”
“Sorry, Your Excellency.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, don’t just say it with words, but produce results!”
Marcel spurned his seat and stood up.
“Find out who dared to kill my baby!”
Something climbed up her throat, but the man kept her head down silently and brought her to her knees.
That scratched Marcel’s heart.
“Is that kid still not opening his mouth?”
“… That’s right.”
“What the hell are you doing!”
Marcel looked around his head for something else to throw, but he only saw things that wouldn’t hurt to throw.
“A kid like that can’t cook! Such a pathetic bastard!”
The man couldn’t even say sorry and lowered her head.
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“Call Jurgen.”
At that moment, her man’s face lifted towards Marcel.
“Jurgen… No, Your Excellency.”
“Shut up!”
Marcel, who showed his teeth with an angry face, shook his hand as if he didn’t want to hear it anymore.
It’s about turning it off right now.
But the man, with her blood dripping from her face, crept up on Marcel with her on her knees.
“Please consider again. Jurgen is…”
“Or not.”
Marcel turned her cruel face to her man.
“Are you going to play that role?”
All at once the man lowered her head.
No matter how she calculated, she herself could not carry out what Marcel, now her own master, wanted.
Marcel opened her mouth to the man who lowered her head with her gloomy expression.
“Call Jurgen. Provide all the equipment you can bring and give the butcher everything he wants.”
“… I will obey your order.”
* * *
Freshwater eel just caught in Murano, the finest beef dinner in Sanders, black pork or poop pork in Latonin, Ewald and the crew, who had been walking around eating a full course of pork that tasted like beef to tear their stomachs apart, were all plump. It was on the journey to Rotume, the capital of the empire.
“Mister…”
Ewald did not answer his call, but Speaa looked up at the sky and made a face filled with memories.
“Me… Joining this unit really feels like the best decision of my life.”
“Right oh oh oh. This is a real egg…”
Elif’s eyes twinkled with emotion.
“It was the best journey of my life.”
Adele is about to sing a gastronomic anthem.
“… How come you never attacked me…”
“Shut up!”
Ewald, who cut off Ekryn’s words, rode off with the attitude that he would no longer listen to the exclamations of the crew members.
Down the hill, in the beautiful evening light, was Schhattenberg, where Viscount Peluc ruled in place of his father.
* * *
Considering that it has already been more than two months since he passed Schhattenberg, Balt scratched his head, wondering if time had passed too quickly.
“Let’s stay here tonight.”
“Here… Well, let’s see. Specialties…”
Ewald sighed and opened his mouth, sending a vague expression to Shupea, who was naturally looking through the food guide.
“First of all, get a lodging. I have somewhere to go.”
“Master, Master, aren’t you going to eat delicious food by yourself? Isn’t it?”
“… Noisy.”
Ewald, refusing further conversation, turned his horse’s head as soon as he entered Schhattenberg.
Urging his horse towards the Countess standing tall in the middle of the manor, Ebald rushed at great speed.
The young viscount, who had no choice but to be misunderstood.
Wanting to get a drink from the viscount, who liked his polite and easy-going appearance, Balt spurred on his words.
But,
“Stop! Who are you!”
At the attitude of the guards guarding the castle, Ewald began to twitch severely on one cheek.
“Can’t you get off your horse right now, you rude bastard!”
“Yes, what.”
Ewald jumped off his horse.
Landing on the ground almost as if doing somersaults, Ewald raised his head and looked at the guards who were pointing their spears at him.
“Oh, by the way.”
At the sight, which was far from the Schhattenberg he knew, Ewald growled, baring his teeth as they were to be revealed.
“The one who can explain why the Schröter family bastards are holding out in Count Pelut is the first one to come forward.”
“Such a madman!”
But Ewald, with a not-so-mad face, clenched his fists very lightly and covered his sneer.
“Be prepared to break at least one of your limbs except for that bastard.”