Chapter 360 – Sparrows Can’t Just Walk Past the Mill.
The bagger centurion appeared quickly.
The bearded man came in with a light knock on the door of the room, glanced at me as I was sitting on the sofa, and then stood in front of Trisian in a relaxed posture.
He said, “I heard you called. Captain of the Guard.”
He said, “I heard you researched the demand for blankets that needed to be replaced.”
“Yes. Winter is coming soon and there are a lot of wear and tear, so I decided it was time to replace it.”
“… I haven’t heard any reports.”
“Administrative Simir Jack asked me to inform you quickly that he would handle it as a monthly budget, so I took action first.”
“Is your immediate superior an administrative officer?”
“For at least the past week, the position of chief of guard has been vacant. As senior centurion, I think I acted for the vacant chief of the guard.”
“…”
Trisian fell silent at the centurion’s reply.
Certainly, as Centurion Bagger said, Trissian had gone out with me to investigate over the past week.
It is true that at the time, she was obsessed with following the trail of her former crush, her senior, and moved while somewhat forgetting the weight of her position as the head of her guard.
And since Trissian was aware of her mistake, she did not criticize the centurion bagger for her arbitrariness.
“Did the administrator say he would take action?”
“Yes. She said that it would be taken care of by bundling it into the monthly budget of the manor house.”
“Why didn’t you report to me?”
“It seems that the report was delayed a little because it wasn’t using the guard’s budget and there were a lot of things to take care of while the captain was away. Sorry.”
“…”
Words of apology, and a straight back with an attitude that seemed not to be the case at all. No matter how you look at it, it only looks like fighting spirit.
Seeing Beger’s upright attitude, Trisian let out a small sigh.
“I get it. She couldn’t help it if she had already posted the report. I want you to give me the same documents you gave to the magistrate.”
“That matter has already been dealt with through the administrator…”
“I am the captain of the guard. Bagger Centurion. How many blankets were replaced, and how much budget the administrator spent. And when it is replaced. We need to check.”
“All right. Then, the paperwork is tomorrow…”
“One hour.”
Centurion Bagger, who had always been blunt at Trisian’s firm answer, asked back with a slightly puzzled look.
“Yes?”
“Bring me the same papers you gave to the magistrate within an hour. Surely I wouldn’t have stupidly sent the original, so wouldn’t it be just bringing the documents I had prepared in advance? Are you trying to say you need it for a day?”
To Trissian’s overbearing attitude, the bagger centurion said yes, and left the room with a crumpled face.
As soon as the door closed, Trisian let out a small sigh and sat down at the desk. I got up from the sofa and approached Trisian cautiously.
“You look tired.”
“It’s a little annoying.”
“That bager?”
At my question, Trisian shook his head.
“I don’t know why I’ve been so stupid and stubborn, knowing the circumstances of the Denebalves’ family, and knowing what the lord intended for me to sit here.”
Trisian lamented lightly about leaving the position of captain of the guard vacant and wandering around the outside world.
Until he mixed with me, and until he found his senior’s memento, Trisian couldn’t let go of his old crush.
In fact, when Hergel’s Black Moon, who had Tricker or Baron Simir Jack on his back, was in full swing, his foolishness would have served as a great driving force.
It would be safe to say that the appearance of the former chief of the guard’s perseverance in investigating the criminal activities of the Black Moon set an example and a model for his subordinates.
However, the moment Hergel died, the black moon fell on my palm, and all the evil deeds I had done so far were wrapped up in Johannes’ arms, the moment Trician’s foolishness became poison.
Like a ship with a broken steering wheel, she lost her direction and was carried away by the waves.
Now that she has shaken off the lingering attachments of her past in this investigation and is free, she is now able to look back on her past self, albeit a little calmly.
As she was hit by the tidal wave she caused, she felt with her body how foolish and inefficient the person she fell in love was.
“Sadly enough. What I had to do was determined. It was my duty to sit in the captain’s seat and assist the lord. But I was caught up in my personal old feelings and neglected that responsibility and didn’t look around.”
Trissian came on her horse and straightened her dress, which had been disturbed by my touch. The hand gesture was a mechanical movement devoid of any emotion.
“As a result, the senior centurion, who should have been my aide, was the magistrate… To be exact, she stuck with her great-uncle. This is obviously my mistake. How much help did the young lord have for me to be where I am now? How much did the lord help me, who had been denied by my family since birth.”
She looked down at Trissian, who was muttering with her eyes down.
No matter what evil, nefarious purpose Earl Verolder took care of Trician, Count Verolder’s role in Trician’s life will surely be large.
And now, she is trying to fill the void left in her heart with her loyalty to the lord, as she sorts out her feelings for her old unrequited love.
Maybe now is an important moment. It may be the moment that will definitely dig into Trisian’s heart.
“Does the human mind control anything?”
I grabbed Trissian’s hand as she was tidying up her clothes. The button that had been half-threaded was loosely undone.
Trissian looked up at me stealthily, holding his hand in mine.
“Dude, what do you mean?”
“Where in the world are people without emotions?”
“Emotion? That’s a separate issue. It’s just that I made a mistake because I couldn’t discriminate between my past and my self. That’s the only story. As someone who is in a position to assist the lord, I guess you could say I didn’t understand the subject.”
“A mistake? At that time, do you regret going to the forest to the northwest where Hana Ichijou was?”
Trisian gave a small laugh at my question.
“Investigation of the Northwest Forest? Not only then. I regret every moment. The moments when I suspected that the black moon was responsible for my senior’s disappearance and was blinded by hatred, no… Maybe the problem is that I fell in love with that senior before that.”
“Is the problem with her being unrequited?”
“Crush? Don’t use the words immature girls dream of a wonderful prince. It’s strange. I should have said it before, but the feelings she had for her senior were just misunderstood for the envy of an inexperienced Chinese character.”
I said something similar back then. Before being kidnapped by Chohana Iji, she clearly remembers what she heard while listening to the secret of Trician’s birth.
Trician may still loathe her past self, or maybe she still hates herself. Growing up in the face of her family’s infidelity from her birth, Trissian must have grown up to be a blunt woman who doesn’t show too much emotion, as her chronic self-loathing has stricken her.
She had vaguely sensed it before, but she realized it only now.
“Anyway, what I have to do is sit down and perform the responsibilities given to me perfectly. If my feelings get into it, it will only mess things up.”
“You think everything you’ve done so far has been full of mistakes?”
“Okay. If I were perfect, things must have been better than they are now.”
“I don’t think so.”
“What?”
“There are no perfect people in this world.”
“No one is perfect, so you mean to laugh it off and say it’s okay to make mistakes? I can’t afford that. My uncle and his gang are waiting for me to make a mistake. Even if I don’t make any mistakes, they find fault with me and put me down. So I have to strive for more perfection. There, my feelings are just luxury.”
Trisian’s eyebrows were strangely strained. It could be said that she frowned.
“So you said it earlier. No matter how much you seek perfection, you can’t be perfect. No matter how you make up for your mistakes, those guys will bite and hang on somehow.”
“Then what do you mean? Because you can’t be perfect. Are you asking me to admit being attacked by them?”
“That’s not the story. Trisian, didn’t you say you regretted the things you’ve done so far?”
“Okay. All those moments, everything might have been more perfect if I had excluded even a little more private feelings.”
“No. What you’ve been doing is the best No one could have done better than you in your situation.”
“What?”
Trisian looked at me, perhaps at a loss for words.
