Episode 561 The Strange Soldier, Misunderstandings (10)
“Huh.”
I feel like I slept soundly for a long time.
As I woke up rubbing my eyes, a lady-in-waiting came and knocked on the door.
Knock-knock-
“The Count wants to have breakfast together if it’s okay.”
It was just fine when I was hungry.
Ray yawned and got out of bed.
Sensing the maid disappearing beyond the door, he suddenly tilted his head curiously.
“But suddenly what kind of meal?”
Until now, while living at the count’s family, she had only been invited to eat at most twice or so.
Why did he suddenly call himself to the dinner table?
Were you really grateful for making the top?
The feelings of a saint who had been abused by Seongguk over the past few years rang fiercely.
I don’t think he intends to hand over even the treasures of the previous kings, which are handed down from generation to generation in the family.
If it’s just handing over treasures, I don’t know, but there’s nothing more annoying than receiving an item with so many stories.
Hearing the chills, Ray shuddered.
“…I have a bad feeling.”
It feels like it’s going to be heavily intertwined.
He brushed his shoulders to calm the growth of chicken skin, then changed his clothes.
* * *
By the time the meal was almost ready.
Ray arrived at the gathering of the count’s family members.
Those who were sitting in their seats stood up and greeted each other.
“I was worried that you might not come.”
“It’s just a place to eat, so there’s no reason to refuse.”
Still unable to hide his anxiety, Ray emphasized that it was a ‘meal seat’.
whether you know it or not
The Count, who burst out laughing, offered a seat.
“Heh heh heh. That’s it too. Come on, have a seat.”
While talking, he pointed to the seat next to Sylveria.
It has been more than five years since he lived under the king and nobles.
Now, just by looking at the location of the offer, one could easily guess the intentions of the other party.
‘This snarky countess.’
It is clear that he is trying to connect himself with Sylveria.
I don’t know how many pumpkin seeds I’m peeling behind that smiling face.
Unable to refuse in front of the count, Ray drooled and headed to Sylveria’s side.
Then she pretended to know as if she was used to it.
“long time no see. I haven’t seen you for the past few days. Has something happened?”
If there is work, of course there is.
Watching the soldiers strewn around the mansion dancing and dancing will make you lose your appetite, so you should be able to go outside.
Furthermore, since the Marquis Garen and Viscount Mace had become quiet, it was necessary to take a little heed and look at the situation.
Ray answered succinctly.
“I’m tired of making the top one. It’s annoying to move now.”
It was something he said in hopes that Sylveria would draw attention to him, but why?
Isn’t it that he smiles with his head up to his head?
“The baron’s son has suffered enough. Don’t worry, no one will say anything if you take a little break.”
That’s not what you’re worried about.
Ray drooled again, shut his mouth, and began to pick up food and eat it.
Silveria, with a smile on her face, dragged several plates of food and put them in front of him.
“This is a fish that came in from the North in the morning. And this is the pig that was just caught today, and this is…”
He points out each food and even explains it in detail, but I don’t know why he is doing this to himself.
His doubts were all the greater since he had never done anything that would appeal to Sylveria.
Without knowing why, I heard her explain each item with one ear, and when I was dripping in one ear, Gide cleared my throat and helped me.
“Sylveria, will the dining table be comfortable? I’m afraid you won’t be able to.”
Of course, the one and only brother’s dissuade did not work.
Silveria, with a pale expression, replied politely, as if she had been prepared in advance.
“I learned that half of a meal is knowing food. If eating is all about eating, it would be more efficient to keep your mouth shut.”
“Kkeuh….”
With just one word, Gide was sunk.
This time, Count Sylvester stepped forward.
“Sylveria Castle… No, aren’t you rude to guests? As you said, knowing food and eating is a good habit, but now I picked the wrong time.”
When her father said this, she could not refute it properly.
In the end, Sylveria withdrew with a sad face.
“I will take care of myself.”
Only then did she shut her mouth, and there was peace in the restaurant.
Count Sylvester, who was more breathless, said while lightly rinsing his mouth with water.
“Baron Son Gide has something he wants to tell you.”
I have a bad feeling about it.
Couldn’t it be…
You’re not saying that you’re going to leave a heavy burden on you, are you?
Let’s swallow our saliva without hiding our fear.
Gide stopped eating and answered.
“It is as my father said. Do you remember the conversation with me in Celia Kingdom?”
“…Dragon Rare? alcohol?”
I spit out the words as I guessed.
was that correct?
Gide nodded and continued.
“It is as if you have already fulfilled my promise. Now that you have raised up a dying family, it is now my turn to keep my promise. Let me guide you.”
Where do you mean to guide me?
Looking at Gide with curiosity, he said with a very bitter smile.
“I will take you to the dragon rare.”
* * *
Following Marquis Garen’s orders, Viscount Mace moved quietly in the shadows.
They brought in a group of killers and hired mercenaries scattered here and there.
Could it be that the spirit of death over the family of Count Sylvester made them feel better?
The Marquis of Garen and Viscount Mace were toasted that day.
The Marquis of Garen lifted his glass and burst out laughing happily.
“Hehehehe. Well done at last, Viscount Mace. If things go well, your contribution is great.”
“ha ha ha. What do you think I did? It’s all thanks to the Marquis’ help.”
It doesn’t feel too bad when the Viscount lifts me up.
Chaeeng-
They lightly bumped their glasses and passed the drinks.
A high-quality liquor obtained by beating the count.
The liquor made in Silvester Territory has a unique, pungent taste, so there are even people who buy alcohol without knowing it among lovers of alcohol.
Although it was not marketable enough to be considered a specialty product, it was certain that it was good in terms of taste.
Marquis Garen asked.
“Isn’t it more certain than that? If something gets in the way, it will be difficult to use the trick until Count Sylvester arrives at the capital.”
It doesn’t take long to reach the capital.
If he couldn’t deal with Count Sylvester in it, there was a chance things could go wrong.
Viscount Mays, who took a sip of alcohol and wet his mouth, shook his head as if to let go of his worries.
“Don’t worry about that part. Even the Marquis will know. Among those hired as mercenaries this time, there is a sword of defeat.”
“If it’s a bad sword… it’s that friend with a lot of scars on his face.”
“yes. Recently, it has been said that Auror has reached the level of advanced users. If it were any other kingdom, he would have been the leader of the knights.”
It is the same as meaning that if you are an advanced Auror user, you may become a master sooner or later.
At the Viscount’s words, the Marquis of Garen let out a sinister laugh.
“Cluck. Then the death of the count must be no different from a fait accompli.”
“I don’t know how much money I spent hiring him.”
“It went better. It’s money. It’s enough to share Count Sylvester’s estate. After he dies, kill the man and sell the woman behind the scenes so that no gossip comes out.”
“yes. Looking at Sylveria’s beauty, it’s a little wasteful, but it’s nothing special.”
Watching him lick his lips, Marquis Garen laughed.
Did he have affection for a woman who was only half his age, even though he was over forty?
“You are still full of blood.”
“I am not even fifty yet. ha ha ha.”
“Since you went through a hard time with this incident, it’s okay to give that girl to you.”
At those words, Viscount Mace’s eyes widened.
I didn’t know that the Marquis, who had killed all his descendants so that there would be no trouble, would say such a thing.
As if his throat was burning, the viscount took a long drink.
“…Are you serious?”
“How can I joke about something good?
“If you give it to me, I will be grateful.”
“Do whatever you like. A girl who would be sold to a brothel if left alone anyway.”
At those words, a smile bloomed on Viscount Mace’s face.
“Don’t like it too much. If, by any chance, the late Sylveria woman is even thinking of cheating, I will cut her head right away.”
“ha ha ha. yes. All right.”
“Viscount Mays. I’m talking about my old age, but you must have thought of a way to deal with the youngster, right?”
At those words, Viscount Mays grinned.
“I’m going to take care of it before the evil sword kills Count Sylvester.”
“I’m glad then. cluck cluck.”
“With this, the Sylvester estate will fall into the hands of our central nobles.”
The Sylvester range is quite wide.
There are many unexplored lands, but if you take care of them well, it will surely become a territory that will not fall behind even if you compare it with a duchy.
Besides, where is it?
Even the royal family would not be able to talk about themselves if they only got the goods of the previous king to be obtained from the family of Count Sylvester.
I couldn’t stop laughing when I thought of the royal family degenerating into the dogs of the nobles.
“Finally, the great work has come to an end. Shall I make a report?”
When Viscount Mace asked, Marquis Garen thought for a while and shook his head slowly.
By nature, sweet things do not want to be shared with others.
“Cluck. What is so urgent that you report at intervals? It’s not too late to slow down when things are coming to an end.”
It’s not a viscount who doesn’t know the meaning of the word.
Guessing the Marquis’ intention, he raised a grin.
“You are deep in thought. Then we’ll put the report aside for a while.”
“Good idea. Shouldn’t those who have worked hard be rewarded first?”
“You are right.”
The two looked at each other and clinked their glasses again.
dark night.
They didn’t realize that someone was eavesdropping on their conversation.
