Chapter 349 – Ep.348 Goldias Kingdom
Shaking.
“Ugh…”
Siron’s eyelids, which had been closed due to the sensation of someone touching his body, slowly moved up.
“Ugh…”
Blurry vision.
Siron’s forehead is crumpled from a crushing headache.
At that time, a familiar voice came to Siron’s ears.
“Shiron. Siron.”
“… ?”
As he struggled to endure the pain and raised his eyes, his blurred vision slowly returned to clarity, and Siron was able to see Geena’s face looking down at him.
“… What.”
“Do you know who I am?”
“What. It’s crazy?”
“Thank goodness you’re normal.”
“… What is he saying now.”
Shiron wrinkled her face and sat up with difficulty in response to my question, which I didn’t understand.
“What. Where are we… ?”
“It’s a room at the inn.”
At Giena’s answer, Shiron blinked her eyes, then wrinkled her forehead a little more and spoke.
“Therefore… “Why are you here?”
“I don’t know either.”
“…”
I glared at her with an expression that seemed as if she was dumbfounded by my answer.
So she went out and stretched out her hand and forced Siron’s crumpled forehead to dry.
“I told you not to frown because you have wrinkles.”
“No… “You made me frown.”
“I just answered Siron’s question sincerely.”
“… Done. It’s okay.”
She smiled silently as her mother grumbled and returned her hand, which had been smoothing her forehead, back to her own lap.
Since she came to her senses an hour before she did, I actually walked around her and gave her a rough idea of what was going on.
Nevertheless, my answer to her question about poetry was my own expression of affection.
To put it a little more simply, it was her prank on her younger sister, Siron.
“Is there anything that hurts other than your head?”
“… Maybe?”
Is it because her head hurts so much that she can’t feel the pain in other parts of her body?
Siron slowly moved her arms and legs. And I looked at her body, touching it here and there.
“… “It seems okay.”
“Thank god. “I still don’t know, so let’s take a quick look.”
“No… Sleep… Really…”
As Siron groped her own body and lifted her clothes to check her skin as she pleased, her face scrunched up for a moment at my action, but then she sighed and stopped resisting.
It wasn’t something that happened once or twice, and she wasn’t at a level where she could do anything to resist.
“You said it’s okay… “It’s my body.”
“They said that in the city of Beruna. But my ribs were gone.”
“… I said it was a brush. “She wasn’t really sick.”
“Yes. Even though I have blue bruises.”
In response to my response, Siron slightly put out her lips and closed her mouth.
Whenever she followed Amela to recapture cities controlled by Petrumira, I inspected every inch of her Siron’s body.
“It’s okay this time.”
“… Joy.”
She looked slightly sulky and got up, stroking the head of Siron, who was snoring.
“Shiron. Mr. Smith will be sad if you get hurt. Same goes for me. “There’s no shame in getting hurt.”
“…”
When Shiron nods her head slightly, she smiles softly.
As she met Smith, at some point I became honest with her about my feelings.
Of course, expressing it was limited to Smith and the poet in front of him, but that alone was undoubtedly a very big change.
“Can this happen?”
“… “That’s okay.”
As her body tried to get up from the floor, he quickly bent down and supported her.
“The branch manager Amela is waiting, so let’s go.”
“… I think I need to rest a little more… ?”
“They said it was a story related to Siron’s mother.”
“… What?”
Upon hearing that Amela was waiting, Siron, who was trying to trick her, opened her eyes wide and asked me a question.
“… Our mom?”
“Yes. Branch leader Amela told me to tell her when she wakes up.”
Siron’s eyes trembled slightly, and Gienna saw it.
“It might be okay to rest a little more.”
“… No. No. Let’s go.”
“Shiron.”
“Are you okay. Let’s hurry.”
“… All right.”
So I went to see Amela on the top floor of her inn, supporting her.
-It’s open, so just come in.
Amela’s voice came from inside the door before I knocked.
Giena opened the door and entered the room with Siron.
As it was on the top floor, the room was quite spacious.
Amela, who was lying on her bed, got up and pointed to the chair across from her.
“Sit down first.”
So, I made Siron sit down first, and she dragged a chair that was placed a little away and sat slightly behind Siron.
Amella muttered softly as she looked at Siron, who did not look in good condition.
“… “Did I hit it too hard?”
“What?”
“No. No.”
“No, no… “Tsk!!”
Siron, who was about to scream at her, grimaced and gritted her teeth as her head buzzed.
Ah Mela said, resting her chin with a sour expression on her face.
“So who told you to get cursed or something?”
“… Curse?”
“What. “Did you not say anything?”
Ah, because she was talking to me, she opened her mouth and let out a short cough.
“I forgot that Siron didn’t seem to be in good condition after hearing her mother’s story.”
“… Okay. Mom. “Why are you suddenly talking about your mom?”
Siron wanted to hear about her mother rather than why he had to be beaten by Amela.
Amela lowered her voice and answered Siron, who asked with a frown on her face.
“Why would you come out? “I came out because I came here.”
“… What?”
Amella spoke again to Siron, who opened her eyes wide and asked.
“I came here. Your mother. Siran Red Pearl.”
“… Why?”
“How do I know?”
As Amela responded, Siron’s face turned white little by little.
She managed to escape from her mother, and now her mother is here.
At that shocking fact, Siron even forgot about his terrible headache.
“Tsk.”
Amela, who checked the condition of her siron, pulled her bed like a chair and approached the front of her siron. She then reached out her hand and pulled Siron’s cheek.
“Muuuuur?!”
“Calm down, bitch.”
“Ahh!! Better!! Better!!”
It was no joke, it hurt Shiron’s cheek as if it was going to tear, and he even shed tears.
Amela, who watched the scene for a moment, roughly decided that Siron had come to her senses and let go of his cheek.
Siron glared at Amela, rubbing her quickly red and swollen cheek.
“… “What is it all of a sudden?”
“Well. “I’m telling you to come to your senses, bitch.”
Amela also gestured to Giena, who was sitting behind Siron.
Gi went out and pulled her chair next to Siron and sat down.
“I know you’re fucking scared of that monster called Si. “You choose well.”
“… “What do you choose?”
Amela wiped the smile from her face and spoke with a very serious expression.
“You. Are you going to give up Smith?”
“… What?”
“I wonder if someone is like mother and daughter…”
After Amela cleaned up her mess, she headed straight to the gathering area where Smith was. There she met Adrian, who was guarding the elf she had become, and heard from her that her Siran had taken her Smith.
“It seems like your beautiful mother really liked Smith.”
“… Under?”
Siron’s face, which had been turning white, suddenly began to turn red.
Amela, who was watching her Siran’s reaction, decided not to tell him that Siran had now entered her bath with Smith.
Instead, she changed the story a bit.
“I liked it so much that I would take Smith for a walk.”
“… “Where are you now?”
Amela caught Siron, who was trying to get up angrily, and made him sit back down.
She was worried that Siran might be pressured by Siran and give up, but fortunately, it didn’t seem like that would happen.
When she rescues Smith and arrives at her rendezvous point, she lunges at him, yelling at him, telling him that she is now on her tail.
If she showed up like that, she was going to beat her brains out again right here and there.
“What are you going to do now? “How can you defeat that woman with her strength? Can you rub her breasts?”
“Wait, why are her breasts sticking out?!”
Siron is out! He shouted and looked at Amela and Giena’s chest.
She is clearly a breast twice as big as herself. And her mother had bigger breasts than both of them.
Smith, who is fascinated by her breasts, would never be able to overlook them.
“Shiron. “Shiron, the first in line in our royal family.”
“… What. Suddenly.”
“To be honest, that old lady is older than me, but Smith isn’t the kind of person who cares about that.”
“… Yes.”
A man who is human and does not care about age.
That was Smith.
“And you yourself know that Smith cares for and loves you the most.”
“… What.”
Even if he wanted to know, he couldn’t.
That’s why he shows his affection so blatantly.
“But this time, that’s even more of a problem. “To be honest, what does that woman called Si-ran do that is worse than you?”
Every aspect, including the face, was superior.
“… “I’ll be like that when I grow up, right?”
“I think Smith will have been taken away by then.”
“… No. “That idiot can’t do that.”
“What. “I think so too, but the problem is that she doesn’t know how she will come out.”
He could literally kidnap Smith and take him to his base.
If that happened, it was virtually impossible to rescue Smith unless he called the guild master in the empire.
“… So. “What are we going to do?”
“The only thing you can do in this situation is to rub against that monster.”
“… I?”
As Siron furrowed her brow, Amela pointed to Siron’s lower abdomen with her serious face.
“… “What?”
“Whatever, bitch. Is there anything else but sex? What. “Actually, the possibility of this is very slim, but where is there even hope?”
“… “Are you kidding me?”
“Are you crazy? “If you fail, we might all be finished.”
“… ?”
Amela reached out her hand and grabbed my shoulder and pulled me.
Naturally, the three heads came together.
“Shiron.”
“W-what is it?”
“If you fail, everything could end, so listen carefully.”
“… What.”
“The only way to subdue that monster-like woman…”
Ah Mela continued her words quietly.
Every time that happened, Siron’s expression changed moment by moment.
Sometimes she frowned, sometimes she got angry and sometimes she nodded.
“Do you understand?”
“… Okay.”
Siron ultimately decided to follow Amela’s plan.
“Giena. You go out and tell that bitch Ardel. “That way you can cooperate.”
“All right.”
Gyna quickly left her room and Amela stood up from her seat and patted Siron on the shoulder.
“Rest until Smith comes. “I’ll call you when I come.”
“… Okay.”
As Amela left her room, Siron was suddenly alone.
“Ha.”
Siron, who was alone, sighed briefly, buried his face in his knees, and muttered softly.
“… Could a fool take a picture of her mother? .”
