191 When the clock bell rings multiple times (2)
it was seaweed
-Booth Luck, Booth…
The ‘woman’ staggered and stood on the wide lawn.
I put the basket I had been carrying with difficulty as if tossing it.
Now it was really hard to breathe.
It looked like my knees were going to go down at any moment, but I decided to hold on.
The strength to endure was a part of her soul.
“Huh, huh, uh…”
Frustrated, vain, vain. An empty sentence like that ran through my mind.
Her body was calling for limits.
There was no cold wind blowing in the small manor in the southwestern part of the country that resembled the owner and was calm.
It may be the best luxury for an ‘orphan’ to end up in a place that is not cold.
It was a life of coming empty-handed and leaving naked.
It was the same not only for himself, but also for everyone in the clown team.
So lonely death was predestined from the beginning.
But why is it so absurd?
In such a short period of time, the great joint for what did you live with such a broken body?
“under. ha ha ha······.”
The woman sighed at the sight unfolding before her eyes.
The Lister Empire was a prosperous land.
The current emperor was a lover of the people and boasted of strong authority.
Even a clown living at the bottom of the empire heard what kind of person she was, and learned and learned it.
But the emperor was too high. That was her only flaw.
No matter how much he loved and worked hard, the monarch could not scour every corner, nook and cranny of the territory.
He was physically impossible. The king was a human being, not a god.
“No, no.”
the woman muttered. Rather, if he had been the Lord, he might have been more harsh on himself.
The capricious and capricious continent’s only god was sometimes cruel enough to tremble.
“Why did you pray so hard?”
He did not succeed in revenge, nor was he able to protect someone as precious as his life.
Looking back, it seemed that I had never received the grace of God in my life.
If that was the case, the end of life would not be as chaotic as the drought-stricken earth.
– quack, squishy!
Nearby, a flock of geese waddled, wiping their wet feet. I was envious of that look.
The woman stood tall and greedily caught the warmth of other beings in her eyes.
That was her last steal.
And waited for the end.
*
The area near the horizon where the setting sun had passed was colored with southern purple.
Suddenly, the sky was studded with stars.
– Catch up, diversify, diversify!
“I see you over there, Prince. It’s a marquis temple!”
Kristel pointed out the carriage window. I gripped Julitter’s headdress tightly.
We set off from the Juliet Palace a few hours ago.
He jumped into the wagon and climbed up and down the portal, so he didn’t have time to put the decorations in the box.
I hurriedly put it in my inner pocket with crystal paper.
When the imperial carriage appeared without contact, the two knights guarding the temple were startled.
“Woah, woah!”
– Hehehe!
A long procession quickly formed at the mouth of the Marquis of Serenite.
We got off as soon as the driver opened the door.
He was also courageous, but he suddenly soared into the sky and disappeared.
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One of the knights who confirmed our face rushed towards the Youngjuseong Fortress.
It seemed that he was trying to convey a message to Chantal, who was the general manager. The other one bowed down.
“Three, meet His Majesty Crown Prince Cedric and Marquis Jesse Penetian!”
“hello. Hey, where’s the picture? Joan’s new word. ＜Portrait of the Moon>.”
I asked hastily. The article is trying to answer,
“uh? Not the Marquis of Blossom!”
At the end of the vestibule of the small temple, a friendly face trudged over.
Duot, a soldier who was watching her, smirked at us.
“Did you come down because it was cold?”
The first of the fallen Baron Ars, it was Joan de Ars.
Not much has changed, except that the colorful fabric covering his hair has thickened over the winter, and his cheeks and hands are stained with paint.
Her light brown skin gleamed with a healthy light, as if she ate well and had a good time.
She was waving her arms with the smell of oil, but belatedly found Prince Sedric and fell on her face.
Did you recognize that face now?
“I see you, Prince. yes.”
“Where is the picture?”
The father sighed and asked.
He also seemed half-adjusted to Joan’s absurd attitude.
Then Joan raised his head and looked at us.
“Are you here to preview my paintings? Was the Marquis so interested in art?”
‘Good thing you sent Eskis.’ She smiled like a nerd.
The face soaked in white paint reminded me of the three chiefs of Aemuldanji left behind in the Imperial Palace.
As I stared at him with eager eyes without answering, Joan humbly stole his nose.
“It’s all done. It’s hanging in the lobby, but you can edit it before it’s released. As soon as you walk in, you will see it.”
“Please make sure you are well inside.”
I immediately asked the temple knight. He nodded confidently and ran to the lobby.
When Sir Elizabeth beckoned, some of the guards accompany her.
“Was there anyone suspicious?”
The commander of the vicinity asked sharply.
Canael was hiding behind the fiance, only sticking his head out.
Joan rolled his eyes and opened his mouth.
“Umm… who are you looking for? This is a temple. anyone is coming The Marquis swears by the new priesthood and goes in and out freely without revealing his true identity. When I was in the middle of drawing Marquis, everyone in the neighborhood came out to watch.”
“Who is here today? I would have been alone. She is a woman wrapped in a robe, and she is as tall as Sir Sarnez. My health might be bad.”
“Well. Whoa!”
She frowned at my question. The protruding index finger roamed the air.
Kristel asked, ‘What is it?’
The painter frowned heavily.
“That’s but… I just didn’t win.”
“We will decide that!”
Kristel showed a fierce Korean reaction. That was then.
“majesty! Marquis!”
The temple knight who went to the lobby rushed out. Our eyes were focused.
He nodded and reported the situation. His face was pale, shimmering in the torchlight.
“All right, ＜Portrait of the Moon> is on the floor. It seems that someone tried to move the artwork and failed. There is a pool of blood that appears to have been spilled at the scene. The bloodstained all the way to the back door, and the guards are currently searching the area around the temple.”
Kristel, I, and the prince’s eyes met quickly.
Joan said, ‘My masterpiece!’ and ran inside. Sir Elizabeth beckoned.
“They are escorted by me and Sir Haynes. All of you pursue Viktoir, and you go to the lord’s castle and report the situation accurately. Don’t miss a drop of blood!”
“All right!”
“Yes, commander of the neighborhood guard!”
The guards scattered along with a few torchbearers.
We moved as one body without talking.
As I quickly entered the temple lobby, I saw bloodstains scattered on the floor.
Sir John bent down and observed the blood closely. I hurriedly whispered to him.
“Sir John, you must not taste it this time. Then you might get sick.”
“haha. I’ll keep that in mind.”
He answered in a soft voice.
I don’t know what I’ve been through while living as an alternative high-end mercenary.
As I turned my gaze, I saw Kristel standing numbly towards Joan.
The young artist was stroking the frame of his painting and was relieved.
I thought it would be the size of the Mona Lisa, but the canvas height was as high as a prince!
“It was a project I worked hard on for a while, saying something big was about to happen. It must have been ripped or scratched!”
“······That’s fortunate.”
I just answered
Joan’s new painting, ＜Portrait of the Moon>, was a finished work that was different from the previous portraits I received.
Each golden hair was vivid as if he could hold it in his hand.
The purple eyes, where their eyes met from any angle, were mysterious and full of vitality.
I don’t think I’ve ever smiled brightly in front of Joan, but how I imagined and drew such an expression was like a demon.
Even though it’s not strictly my face, seeing it like this was inexorably embarrassing…
“It’s a small intestine angle. So pretty.”
Kristel muttered as if possessed. I doubted my ears.
“Yes?”
“Sell it to me, Mr. Asu.”
Christel said firmly. Joan blinked lemon-colored eyes.
I immediately waved my hand.
“Sir Sarnez, you must not forget your duty here. We are going to get Madame Victoire,”
“There is an old saying. Buy pretty things even if they are expensive. Even if you regret it later, the pretty things remain.”
You just made it up!
“Let’s get angry.”
“You can’t imitate something like that, Canael. Everyone, focus. Didn’t Joan say he saw a suspicious man? You have to keep listening.”
I gently teased the two children.
Joan patted the edge of the canvas and frowned.
“I can’t remember how far I’ve been talking.”
“Oh, I’ll bring Cidre.”
Christel sighed. I didn’t panic.
“I saw someone and they said it wasn’t very suspicious.”
“right! okay. They came stumbling around in robes with holes in them, so the soldiers even supported the new seats. That was two hours ago. I thought you came to pray because you were very sick.”
– Beep beep!
At that moment, Duckshim flew into the room crying loudly.
He sat on the prince’s shoulder and jumped, wags his tail on Kristel’s forearm, and finally landed on my palm and chirped.
The little boy’s small chest inflated and turned off repeatedly.
“Calm down, perseverance. you will explode what’s the matter?”
– Beep, beep, beep, beep!
I stroked his belly fat with my thumb.
Black eyes stared intently at me. no way.
“Did you even find Victoire?”
– Beep!
The inside of the bright yellow beak opened vigorously. answer!
“Sir John.”
“Leave it to me.”
When I hurriedly called my name, he understood the meaning of the words in an instant and gave me an answer.
As his mint-colored eyes curled, a warm wind began to blow at the same time.
*
·······This is really nonsense.
-Flapping, flapping!
How is this possible?
“Marquis, it’s not heavy at all! Light as a feather!”
“Well sir······.”
I said so and kept my mouth shut.
And he looked at anywhere in the night sky and was quietly embraced.
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Okay. I was ’embraced’ by Christel de Sarnez, the protagonist of ＜After Retiring and a Princess from Another World>!
Until now, I thought that if perseverance turned into the Ark of Biryeom, I had to drag or lift the opponent myself in order to fly with them.
Although the ark greatly reduces air resistance, I believed that my strength was also quite necessary.
However, ignoring the laws of physics and flying with one wing was different no matter what.
Now that I see, anyone can fly as long as I don’t fall apart.
‘If one person holds the other, wouldn’t it be easier to fly?’
‘Yes, I will.’
As Kristel suggested, of course I thought I was the one flying with her.
The result was the exact opposite.
It was astonishing that Kristel made such an opinion without knowing the principle of perseverance’s flight.
The wings depend on me, but the main character walks in the air…
“Hah hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahak ever
Sir Elizabeth couldn’t even hide her laughter anymore.
The Count So and the Prince, who were flying with the power of Sir John, were as relaxed as if they were out for a walk.
I was the only one embarrassed at this party. Kristel looked at me and smiled brightly like a star.
It wasn’t my perseverance, but my face exploded first.
-Whew!
At that moment, the ark plunged. Kristel let out a pleasurable scream.
I quickly checked the ground. The destination of Victoire was also familiar.
Behind Yeongju Castle, a small hill with a large lake. The place where we had a picnic.
In the middle of it stood a small, precarious figure.
“It smells like blood.”
Sir John said. We quickly landed on the lawn.
Kristel carefully dropped me off. Then the back of the ‘woman’ still reacted.
“Are you here?”
His old robes and long hair were fluttering in the breeze.
It was different from when she mimicked Christel, but her voice was still clear and young.
I replied with a bitter smile.
“yes. I think you are very tired.”
“·················ogue.”
“I want to help. Foam Grandma.”
“Heh heh heh.”
At my words, the woman began to laugh softly.
The roaring tone gradually grew harsher, and the upright waist slowly bent.
We stared at it, holding our breath.
‘Collock, calloc!’ His body, which had been shaken by a throbbing cough, barely stopped after a while.
She moved her thin neck and looked back at us slowly.
Under the moonlight, the wrinkled eyes were not unfamiliar.
“I brought apples… A fruit as pretty as the marquis. Would you like to take a bite?”