Chapter 235 – Gaiden: The Mercenary and the Witch
Giik-
The shabby door of the barn opens and Falair (Beinan’s former name) enters.
The scratched breastplate and the crude sword worn around the belt indicated that the palair was a mercenary or plunderer, but no animals or people were surprised. There was only a bleak silence that even the ghosts were embarrassed.
This is because the residents of nearby villages fled with their property, as is usually the case in a territory where a war broke out.
It was good news for Palair, who was active as a war mercenary. He was able to get some food and a place to sleep without having to quarrel with the villagers.
Of course, the only food left was moldy bread, but even that was precious while returning to the mercenaries empty-handed.
“Well….”
Palair, who had been stroking his rough beard, slowly looked around. I didn’t like the fact that the fences used to confine the animals were broken here and there, but the straw piled up in the corner made me smile with satisfaction.
Faleare, who walked straight there, put aside the animal excrement that had hardened in the cold of the winter night, and selected intact straws to cover his body. It was uncomfortable compared to the soft bed at the inn, but it was quite cozy.
Of course, there was a way to sleep in a place other than the barn, but in the worst case, you could lose your life if you ran into a group of people who came to plunder while sleeping in a decent house.
On the other hand, the barn is a place that most rogues don’t even look at, so it was the right way to sleep here in terms of safety.
“Do not take life lightly…….”
He closed his eyes with a sneer at Lin Palair, who recited one of the Three Commandments he had composed. He thinks that he can’t waste time because tomorrow morning he has to get up early and he has to go on the road again. Falair, who was about to fall asleep, stopped trying to close his eyes.
‘Footsteps.’
Footsteps are heard from outside the barn. Added to that was the sound of loud words, and the nerves of the palaire had to be sharpened.
‘Three chapters…… No, four.’
Falair, who had been guessing at the number of people outside, put his hand on the dagger behind his back. Although the odds were slim, it was because a fight was inevitable if he was pursued by people who had a grudge against him.
Thump-!
The barn door opens roughly, and three burly men enter. Including the woman being dragged by their wrists, there were four of them. Its appearance was not difficult to discern thanks to the lantern brought by one of the men, which lit up the dark barn.
“Let go! Let go, you fucking bastards!”
A woman crying bitterly. Judging by her attire her, she was a witch. Since one of the men is wearing a priestly uniform, is he a member of the Order? Or the unscrupulous one who stole the clothes of a dead priest. Hmm. Seeing that the sacred belt around his neck her was turned upside down, it seemed that the latter was right. It makes no sense for the priest to not know the front and back of the Youngdae.
“Kill me! Fuck kill!”
The witch screams and struggles against her, but her men her only smile happily. Judging by how they decided their turn her, it seems that they came here with the intention of raping her witch.
‘So congratulations…….’
I let out a sigh because I felt like I was caught up in something serious. They say they are hiding now, but those who finished the rape will surely discover that there is someone else here besides themselves, and they will fight to get rid of the witnesses.
“Ha, don’t! Stop, fuck! Stop it—!”
The witch’s screaming voice echoed loudly. The witch resisted her men who tried to undress her at will, but she was unable. Ca n’t she Palair sighed in succession and slowly raised her body her. Naturally, the gazes of her men she fell on Palaire.
“…… Huh? What are you?”
A man in priestly clothes spoke to him, but Falaire was only intent on shaking off the straw from his body her. Wrinkles form between the brows of the man who didn’t like that.
“I would have asked what.”
It was only then that Palair raised his head and surveyed the foreground. With her skirt ripped and her robe removed, the weeping witch is seen staring at herself. She was more pathetic than sad, but her conscience would not allow her to throw away a handful of things.
“Do you have Dong-tae eyes? Can’t you see? He is a mercenary.”
A man in a priest’s uniform bit his teeth at Falair’s sarcastic reply. However, when he saw the words of a mercenary and the sword Falair wore at his waist his, he tried to temper his anger her.
“Hey, I’m sorry we disturbed the mercenary’s sleep. It’s no big deal, don’t worry about it. However, since we have to write a congratulatory speech, could you please step aside?”
“That won’t work.”
“…… Why?”
“Because the witch you guys tried to rape is actually my client. If I commit suicide after being raped by you guys, I’m in trouble because I can’t get the money.”
It was an obvious lie. When Falair was about to leave the barn, the man in priestly clothes, who had intended to attack him, clicked his tongue and pulled out a blunt weapon tied to his waist. The other men also took out their weapons and wooden shields and were wary of Falair. Thanks to this, a ferocious smile forms at the corners of Palaire’s mouth her.
“Okay. You should come out like that.”
In the era of war, the conversation with iron was more sincere than the conversation with mouth. Falaire took out a dagger and threw it straight away to suit their conversation style. The startled men lifted their shields inside, but the direction the daggers were rushing in was not their bodies.
Kwajangchang—!
The glass of the lamp is broken and darkness comes in an instant. Falair, accustomed to the night vision, could clearly see the outlines of his men, but the men who had been relying on lanterns until just a moment ago were taken aback by the sudden darkness.
Falair did not miss the gap and drew his sword and charged. In an instant, Falair, who narrowed the distance to him, twisted his sword in an oblique line and raised it as it was.
Abruptly-
The man in the lead falls over, spewing blood down his neck. Palair turned his body at an angle to avoid the falling man, and then slashed the man behind him with all his might. The witch screams and viscera spill from its side his.
“Fuck! Seebaal!”
In an instant, a man in priestly clothes who lost two of his comrades shouted and brandished a mace. He’s only threatened and looted, but his actions are clumsy, perhaps because he hasn’t fought properly. Falaire, wandering around, picked up a shield that had fallen on the floor and threw it at him.
Puck!
The man who hit his head straight with a shield makes a strange noise and staggers. In the gap, Palair dug inward and swung his sword neatly. Chew! Without a sound to scream, the man’s head fell to the floor and rolled.
“Ah, black…… !”
The witch let out a terrified scream, but Falair didn’t care. He just brushed off the blood on his sword and put it in the scabbard. Then, when she looked back, she saw that the witch was covering her body with her tears welling up. To be honest, she was dumbfounded.
“Be not interested in.”
Reassuring his witch, Falair bent on his knees and he rummaged in the arms of the men he had killed. She took a few silver coins and got up from her seat her, and the witch hiccuped and said :
“Why, why did you help?”
“If I hadn’t helped, I would have died. It’s not because of you, so don’t get me wrong.”
“Still, I am a witch…….”
“Speaking bullshit……. You, a witch, are going to go to the church and say that there is a heresy for helping witches?”
I’ve heard it and it’s not wrong. As the witch was silent, Palair walked towards the open door of the barn as if her business was over. He couldn’t sleep in a pile of corpses, and if they had other people, he would be retaliated against, so he had better leave.
“Now, hold on!”
The moment he is about to leave the barn, a high-pitched voice stops him. The witch hesitated for a moment, then she mustered up the courage to follow her.
“I am Dremeth. You?”
“Why is your name?”
“That is… Ah, the answer! I want to repay you.”
Palea, who paused in her seat and pondered for a while, spoke.
“Sky Falcon Mercenaries. Are you coming?”
The mercenary, who did not tell her name until the end, left the barn and left her witch. The witch looked at the back of the mercenary for a long time.
“Heavenly Hawk…….”
While quietly muttering the name of the mercenary corps he had told me about.
*
“…… Roughly this is the story.”
David smiled softly at Bainen’s words as he scratched his cheek. It was because he seemed to understand now why Dremes came to visit Bainen even though he cursed at him every day. The oddly reddened face of Dremeth, who was sitting next to Bainen, adds to the conjecture.
“Why are you suddenly asking me to tell you old stories?”
Vaynon grunted, her inner disgruntled face her. It was because David suddenly called me to the drawing room saying he had something urgent to say, and he didn’t like it when he asked me to talk about the old days.
He even called Dremes over and told him to talk about the old days, so the awkwardness wasn’t the only thing. Ordinarily she would have refused, but she had lost a bet (with a wish) against Harvey the other day, so she had no choice with Baynon.
“Hmm.”
David, who did not hide his smile his, raised his teacup and sipped the tea.
To David, both seemed to have feelings for each other, but the expression seemed quite clumsy. Dre Meth must have fallen in love with her at first sight then, and Bainun must have developed her heart after their relationship continued.
Both of them were hesitant to express their feelings first. It was because the suspicion that the other person would not love him even if he liked him was deeply rooted in the base.
In this case, the help of a third party was also necessary. Putting down the teacup, David scooped them up in a subtle way.
“As you all know, the current empire enjoys unprecedented peace. If this old man has one piece of advice, he’ll never have a better time to hold a ceremony than now.”
Vaynon frowns her and Dre Meth bows her head. Bainnon, who had been tapping her table as if thinking of something, sighed and leaned back in her chair.
“I understand what Grandpa meant by this, but it is rude to keep mentioning marriage to a woman who has no intention of getting married. So-“
“Who.”
Dremeth looked back at Bainen in anger.
“Who do you hate?”
“Uh, what?”
Bainun blankly asked back, and Dremeth shot at her, blushing.
“It’s you who doesn’t like me! Since witches can’t bear her children, isn’t that why she keeps avoiding them!? Don’t pack it like I hate it! Because I feel bad!”
“What bullshit……. You can live young, so you don’t want to live with an old woman like me. Did I say something wrong?”
“Out of it!”
“…… Wrong?”
Dremeth sighed, and Baenon stunned. She clears her throat with Vaynon, who belatedly aware of Dremeth’s intentions her, looking away from her. It was quite an awkward atmosphere, but Harvey didn’t hate this tickling feeling.
“Hmm. I suddenly have something to do.”
David gets up and walks towards the door. After today, Bainen and Dremes, who confirmed their feelings for each other, were going to hold a ceremony soon. Thinking about it made David feel better.
‘I’ll be busy preparing for the officiating ceremony soon.’
A smile comes naturally from the excitement. Harvey walked slowly out of the drawing room, conscious of the love quarrel he heard behind his back. She prayed that she would receive the good news sooner.
