Chapter 155 – The Way Back Home (2)
Unlike Theorad, who couldn’t get out of the chaos, Benelia was quite happy with the current situation.
Seeing how surprised he was, it was worth playing a prank on. Benelia finished her coffee with her coy smile and elegantly set her cup down.
“Theorad Deham. You always help me.”
Theorad was puzzled by Venelia’s careless words of hers. Because he had a hard time seeing the reaction to the prank as congratulations.
“In what way are you talking?”
“Are you thinking of making me say it? I feel sorry for you.”
Benelia knew. That Theorard had persuaded Weedra, the head of the Weaving Turbulence, to make a deal.
At the offer to buy all the private mercenaries made up of witches, Weedra clearly expressed disapproval. She held off the deal, saying she would give an answer after full review.
But a few days ago, he contacted me and said that we should proceed with the transaction. Benelia, who thought that was strange, persistently looked at Weedra.
She asked why she wanted to proceed with the deal. Reluctant to talk at first, We Redra pretended to win her over her and threw her tiny clues.
-Viscount Theorard, because of him…. Do you understand what I’m talking about?
Do you have the jaw to understand? However, it was clear that Theorad’s influence had spread to the witch society, and that he had become a guide to the choice of Weedra, the chairman of the board.
Why did Theorard help me? I still didn’t know what he was thinking, but I didn’t think Theorard was such a sly guy anymore.
Because I saw Theorad’s sincerity in my hallucinations. It was Theorard who was several times more reliable than the eunuchs who routinely flattered themselves and the courtiers who were hiding their scheming.
“Your Highness, Princess. What you are talking about is hard for me to understand.”
It is the same now. It’s not enough to show condescension, but don’t you want to hide the fact that you helped the other person?
Benelia was really impressed with it. It was her words and actions that directly denied Benelia’s conviction that there is no good deed that does not require a reward.
This is enough to understand how a human named Theorad contemplates and thinks about the world.
Benelia, with a satisfied smile, nodded her head knowingly.
“I am not rude. If you continue to pretend you don’t know, I won’t say much, but as long as I’ve been helped, I’ll repay the favor in some way. Just know that.”
“Majesty?”
“I am done talking. There will be no time for each other, so let Saddam share this far.”
Benelia got up from her seat her and Theorard pulled her to her feet her as well. He has to go down the plateau before sunset, so he obeys Benelia.
After adjusting his clothes his, Theorard followed Benelia out of the café as she walked ahead.
When I opened the door and came out, the slowly setting sun was shining all around. You can see Benelia’s guards standing firm around the four-wheeled carriage embossed with the cardinal pattern.
Confirming that Benelia has come out of her, Roylen approaches, dragging her white horse. She looked back at Theo Rad as if she just remembered Benelia, who was waiting under the cafe’s canopy.
“I’ll attach twenty soldiers as an escort. It would be a big deal if I met a bandit on the way down the plateau.”
“…… You are overdoing it.”
“It’s what I want to do, so there’s no need to feel pressured. Also, I’m not belittling your skills. Isn’t it called Halgyeeon Yongwoodo?”
Benelia smiles lowly and walks toward the white horse that she has approached. Benellia, who stepped on her footstool and mounted at once, looked down at Theorard, holding on to the reins.
“Then see you next time. It was a pleasure meeting you.”
“It was also an honor for me to be able to spend time with Her Highness the Princess.”
Theo Rad bowed his head in a bow. His posture His was so perfect that there was nothing to point out, it was truly aristocratic.
Somehow, the more I looked at it, the more I liked it. After licking her lips, Benelia silently turned the reins. If I kept looking at it, I felt like I would say goodbye without even realizing it.
An escort follows Benelia, who loftily walks away on her white horse. Roilen, who was watching her from behind, whispered in a small voice as if telling her not to worry.
“Viscount Theorard. Don’t beat yourself up for not saying goodbye. You are a shy person in a strange place…….”
“Roylen!”
“Ah, yes! Go now!”
Startled by her Benelia’s shouts her, Roylen hurries off. Theorad smiled lightly at the sight, and turned his gaze to the carriage.
Perhaps they had received an order in advance, the twenty or so soldiers camped around the wagon and did not move. It seemed to be intended to move together when the wagon departed.
‘I don’t have to do this…….’
The way down would not be smooth, so I was worried that the soldiers would suffer. However, it was embarrassing because he couldn’t ignore the princess’s order and ask him to return.
Can’t help it Theorard sighs and approaches the carriage, where the coachman opens the carriage door and bows his head.
“You have worked hard, my lord. We will take you safely to the warp gate.”
“Okay. You also suffered a lot during your stay in the Mage Tower.”
“Oh no, no. I saw a lot of strange things, and thanks to the consideration of the family head, I was able to eat expensive food as much as I could, so it felt like I was on vacation.”
“Is it. I’m glad then Thank you for your hard work again.”
Theorard, who greeted the coachman with a smile, climbed into the carriage. There was always an elf in the carriage, but she glanced at Theorard and then looked back to the window.
It has been this way ever since the last relationship ended. Even when I talk to him, he doesn’t answer properly, he often blurts things out, and I can’t even see him properly unless we’re drinking tea together.
‘I don’t think he’s angry because he does n’t express his dissatisfaction his…….’
Theorard wondered why he was doing this. However, it didn’t feel too bad. He didn’t bother to sell it, and he quietly did his job his, so it was rather good.
Theorard, who was sitting in the seat, gave a hint.
“Thank you for helping me during my stay in the Magic Tower. When I return to the mansion, I will repay you somehow.”
The elf didn’t answer, but I could see her pointy ears her slightly reddening.
I don’t know, but it seemed that he was embarrassed. Theorard, who found it cute, looked away with a relaxed smile.
As he took out a small book of poetry from his bosom, he shouted that the coachman was leaving. As the wheels roll with a rattling sound, the soldiers catch up with them in a canter.
The speed of the wagon was not very fast because the slope going down the plateau was not gentle. He was reading at just the right pace, and Theorard felt secure as he read through the collection.
Sarak, Sarak-
The sound of turning the bookshelves resonates pleasantly in the carriage. The elf, who had been watching, quietly rolled his eyes and watched Theorad’s profile of her.
It was good to see Theorard reading a book while maintaining a noble posture even in the swaying carriage. The languidly narrowed eyes under the well-groomed hair his were enough to create a lyrical feeling.
After staring at it for a while, Theorad, feeling his gaze, turned to the elf. The elf turned his head around the same time and looked out the window.
As if they were making a silent protest saying, “I was looking out the window from the beginning.”
Theo Rad, who tilted his head, was absorbed in reading the book again, and the elf, who had escaped from the crisis, let out a sigh of relief. Then, because I was embarrassed without knowing it, I held onto the hem of his skirt.
‘Why are you doing this….’
After the relationship ended, I couldn’t look straight at Theorard for some reason. I could not properly share his words of him, so I felt like I was burning inside.
Drinking tea together, eating pudding, brushing hair……. The more friendly Theorard was, the more the symptoms got worse.
So, only stealing spying has increased. He didn’t even know exactly why he was doing this. It was only a vague guess that Theorard, the cheeky toy, had used witchcraft.
“Stop! Stop!”
At that time, a shout from outside makes my thoughts scatter. It was the same with Theorard. Theorard, who had closed the book of marriage, stared out the window with an expression of incomprehensibility.
I could see ten or so imperial soldiers approaching. Their outfits were different from those of the ‘Steps of Dawn’, a combat unit under Benelia’s direct control.
“Due to His Majesty’s order, we will be conducting a brief inspection, so please stop!”
One of them held up a scroll and spread it out on both sides, as if to prove that they were being questioned under imperial command.
The white lion pattern was stamped under the densely written orders. If that document isn’t a forgery, then the current inspection is the order of His Majesty the Emperor.
‘By the way…….’
A sudden check? Even on the downhill road of the plateau? It was Theorard who did not understand, but it was as if there was no justification for refusal at the point of mentioning His Majesty the Emperor.
When the coachman stopped the horse completely, the soldiers who said they would check the horse called the coachman out from a distance of about 10 steps. The coachman, who got off the coachman’s seat, responded to the soldier’s order with a groan.
How old are you, how long have you been working at Deharm Mansion, how are your family relationships, if you have any grievances about work, tell me…….
Incomprehensible inspections continue. The elf also couldn’t understand the soldiers’ actions, so he narrowed his eyes.
‘…… They say they’re going to check-in, so they only take the coachman out?’
I’m not sure what the purpose of the inspection was, but it’s obvious that there must be a reason for stopping a four-wheeled carriage with a nobleman riding on it.
It was hard to see that the carriage was stopped by simply mentioning the emperor to investigate the coachman’s history.
In addition, one more strange thing was that the soldiers were not approaching from a distance of more than ten paces, as if there was an invisible line.
All circumstances amplify suspicion. The elves, who were trying to figure out what their plans were, struggled to feel the feeble mana rising from under the ground.
Mana, which had risen like a thread, began to form a system with specific characteristics. The elf’s eyes widened as he judged the type of magic.
‘Position change magic…… !’
A catalyst containing magic is hidden beneath the ground. Only then did the elf, realizing the soldiers’ intentions of his, hurriedly stretched out his hand toward Theorad.
“Theo-“
However, before the Elves could touch it, the mana that expanded in an instant exploded overturning the surface of the ground.
Quaaaaang—!
The carriage made of planks is smashed, and white light occupies the space. Scattering dust and roughly broken wood chips. In a space where everything flows so slowly, everything on the retina disappeared one by one.
