Chapter 53 – Royal Capital Gaul (3)
A person is a being who is lacking at birth, and a being who is deficient in life.
At least Gina thought so.
Because her life she lived was a series of losses all the way.
As with everything in the world, tragedy is always close by.
It is a world where the people we talked about yesterday and the people who are not going to die are dying.
It’s a heartless world where everything you’ve been attached to is about to fade away.
In that world, I met you.
‘Wouldn’t it be mine?’
Didn’t you say
I’ll make you happy if it’s yours.
I will teach you happiness.
You were a fucking scammer.
Even now I am yours from head to toe.
Neither happy nor happy.
“Whoa.”
He sighed.
Gina sat quietly in her living room, sipping her tea.
Even with two big men standing in the doorway, she didn’t look down.
Rather, it was the men who were stunned.
I don’t know what kind of person that little nun is, but she has given me a strict order to treat her with utmost respect.
On the day when even the slightest fault was caught, it was obvious that their necks were not left.
An awkward confrontation ensued.
The purple-haired nun scanned the interior of her sitting room with her jubilant eyes.
There are several items made from the fur of northern beasts.
There is a large picture frame hanging on the wall, with an unknown picture drawn on it.
When I first saw this painting, I thought it was a magic trick.
According to the explanations of those hulking figures, it is said that it is a painting containing the anguish of a renowned artist.
From her aesthetic point of view, it was questionable which part of the picture that was applied with her paint randomly was agonizing.
Even if there is agony, isn’t it the agony of being full?
How much is this really worth?
Even if there was, it would be a shallow value.
It was a very rude thought, but like a person who has lived for a long time, it is unlikely that her way of thinking will change.
… Aside from the poor quality of the painting, it was a fairly good reception room.
That’s right, since it’s a space where the head of the underworld treats guests, it can’t be filled with cheap things.
Even when she was in the midst of her active duty, her reception room used to be decorated with expensive items.
Click.
The door opened, and a man in a clean black suit with an all-back hair tossed her hair came in.
Her blood-red hair, sunken eyes, and a dreadlocked face far from beautiful.
It was the features of an existence that secretly moved in the underworld.
As he entered the audience room, the large men bowed modestly.
If their stature were by no means small, they felt dwarfed in comparison to him.
He’s a man with a massive body.
The word giant fits well.
The man raises her hand to greet them and looks at Gina.
“Look out, I want to be alone with her.”
At the celebration, the men left the room.
Only the big man and the little girl were left in the room.
Dalgrak.
Gina lowered the teacup she had heard.
“The tea smells good, Dipole.”
The man, Dipole, snuggled up against the soft couch.
“Isn’t it a favorite item you particularly liked?”
“Contrary to his appearance, he has a really good memory.”
“… Is that what the person who said not to judge people based on their outward appearances would say?”
“Hmm, it reminds me of the snoring dog that said he would play with it.”
It was a battle of words that Dipole could not win.
It’s because the accumulated years are different.
“Damn old granny.”
Of course, in any era, there was nothing more fatal than talking about a woman’s age.
A red aura spread across Gina’s white face.
“… You want to die?”
“Looking at the brisk complexion, it’s not human skin.”
Gina put on a displeased expression.
She had no repulsive taste for her skin.
She naturally gave a pointed reply.
“Do you doubt me?”
Dipole shook her hand.
“Things are running out of luck. I thought they hired skilled leather craftsmen to play a trick.”
“A kingdom? What do they gain by pretending to be me?”
“It’s not on the kingdom side.”
“Then?”
“It’s difficult to say because it’s an internal situation. Rather…”
Dipole flicked her horse’s tail and glared at her Gina.
Her eyes were filled with remorse and rebuke.
“It would have been nice if you had contacted me in advance. Isn’t there a way to consider the end of time here?”
Gina lowered her head.
Even if she had ten faces, she was unfamiliar.
“… Sorry.”
“It’s okay, how can you act as you please for a day or two? So, is the game over?”
Yoo hee ra
At the time, she said that Dipole was definitely a play.
However, are the emotions he harbors limited to play?
Not.
This mind could not be dismissed as simple play.
Dipole questioned in succession.
“Or is your visit like this part of that game?”
Gina let out a sigh.
“I have something to correct. It’s not yummy. I am sincere.”
“That sounds familiar, like a girl with her hair in sugar water would say.”
“Is it strange?”
“If it weren’t for the shimmering shadows, I would have thought you were fake.”
A shadow as sharp as a beast’s teeth grew around the dipole.
To say that she was openly intimidating, Jina was always confident in her skills.
The man asked, frowning at her.
“So what’s the point?”
“Can I get the items I gave you back?”
“In short, are you going to break the taboo again?”
Gina affirmed with a gloomy expression.
“… Yes.”
“I’m worried about you being stupid.”
“You have a long tongue. I’m not asking you to do it for free, so tell me your purpose. I’ll give you a certain amount of over-burden.”
“Is there anyone more evil than giving and then taking away?”
“Isn’t that why you’re giving them a decent reward? Stop being sarcastic and making deals?”
“Please come back.”
“…”
“The situation is not good.”
“… Someone is already following you. You must take his permission.”
Dipole’s eyes widened.
It was her first feeling of astonishment as she entered the room.
“Are you a follower? You? Could that being be a dragon?”
“I am human.”
“Are you a normal human being?”
“It’s not ordinary, it’s special to me.”
Ok
Dipole squeezed his forehead, squinting his eyes.
“It’s not like you.”
“I guess it’s time to die.”
“You mean the Undead?”
“There is no eternal immortality.”
He looked at Gina.
He didn’t say anything, he just stared.
Even with that silent protest, Gina did not waver.
Dipole, who thought he had nothing to gain from the grueling eye wrestling, changed his request.
“Then can you get rid of one person?”
“Who?”
“I am the second prince.”
* * *
“Aria.”
“Yes?”
“Your hair is a bit long.”
At Einstein’s words, Arya checked by pulling her own hair with her fingers.
As she said, she was long.
Her hair, which used to be just down to her shoulders, now reaches down to her collarbone.
“Shall we sort it out?”
“You do what is comfortable for you.”
“What do you like about Ain?”
“Me?”
“Yes.”
Einstein put his lips to the back of his hand and was lost in thought.
It must have been an unexpected question.
He said, thinking of his deceased sister, Amelia.
“I like it to be moderately long.”
“Then I will leave it.”
Aria’s words reminded Einstein of what Azazel had said earlier.
Long hair is uncomfortable because it makes the head heavy, and it is troublesome to manage.
So she asked.
“Hair, isn’t it heavy?”
Azazel, who had been listening to this, opened his eyes halfway and walked away.
“Of course it’s heavy, fool. Can’t you see My sister wants to be loved by you.”
He rested his chin on his face with a serious face.
“… Um, didn’t I express my feelings that I liked you, Arya?”
“Oh no! Chu, you’re saving enough! It’s just me, I want to suit Ain’s taste…”
Einstein took her saintess into her arms and bit her ear lobe.
“A person like you is already my taste.”
“… Howe.”
Azazel closed her eyes.
He had too little patience to deal with the cheap skits in front of him.
When does it arrive anyway, this damn wagon?
I don’t want to get there quickly and see that.
Did Azazel’s wish reach the sky?
The omnibus stopped.
She said that the coachman had arrived by opening the rectangular hatch.
What it means is that the long, long carriage trip is over.
“I’ll go out first!”
Azazel spurred her seat and stood up.
When she opened the door of her carriage, she saw a wonderful view of a medieval town.
The bright sky and dense buildings harmonized to create a magnificent view.
Arya was also impressed, and the king also stepped on the ground of Gaul.
It staggered a bit, but not as severe as before.
It was proof that she had adapted to a certain extent while riding the carriage.
That doesn’t mean she’s fine at all, Azazel expressed her concern.
“Sister Aria. Your face is drawn.”
“… Ugh, is Azazel okay?”
“I can fly too. It’s easy enough to get motion sickness.”
“I have to get used to it too… , Ugh.”
Her small hand ran down Arya’s spine.
Azazel laughed like a prankster.
“Someday you will get used to it.”
Einstein said with an unchanging expression, as always.
“I will pay the coachman and come. I’m waiting for you.”
Arya and Azazel answered at the same time.
“Yes.” “Yes.”
Azazel gave Arya a brief explanation of her Gallia while Astein paid the coachman and had a brief chat.
It was a mage’s tower, a mercenary’s guild, or a noble’s residential district, but Azazel, the narrator, had excellent speech, so I didn’t get the impression that it was boring.
After a while, seeing Einstein return, Azazel stopped talking and grunted.
“Why do you and your boyfriend talk for so long?”
“There is a suspicious story.”
“Hi, is that so?”
Azazel shook her head, realizing that the strange gaze was locked.
The source of the gaze was Arya.
“… Azazel, what about the back story?”
“Oh, didn’t Einstein come too? Now she stops and moves…”
Arya’s dark eyes shone brightly.
“No, I want to hear it through to the end.”
Azazel looked at Einstein.
He looked at her, saying, “Take care of this sister,” But he shook her head.
It was because he wanted to see Arya later embarrassed by her own stubbornness rather than drowning in her disappointment.
Azazel offered a compromise.
“… Then, I’ll first hear from Einstein about the future and continue the conversation. Okay?”
Arya immediately accepted.
“Yes, I like it!”
Azazel turned her gaze to Einstein.
He cleared his throat and said to Arya and Azazel.
“First of all, it would be better to look around and grab an inn.”
Azazel asked in surprise at Einstein’s policy.
“Really? I thought you would go straight to the Gallic palace if it was your personality?”
Arya also nodded her head in sympathy with her words.
Because Einstein’s thinking was extremely efficient, he came up with rather eccentric solutions.
“It doesn’t matter if I’m alone, but since you guys are here, I’ll follow the standard procedure.”
Arya tilted her head.
“Standard procedure?”
“Because I’ll have to wait a few weeks before I can meet the King face-to-face.”
King?
Suddenly?
Arya’s head turned white.
She couldn’t even remember the story of Azazel that she had just heard.
Azazel let go of Einstein as she expected.
“Gu, are you going to meet the King?”
At Arya’s question, Einstein nodded her head.
“Wouldn’t you have to ask the landlord’s permission to see the house?”
Yes.
The warrior does not escape.
It was always just a frontal breakthrough.
It’s just not polite in that way.
