Chapter 214 – Barbarian Wives Are Permissive
Silence for a while.
Wolfgang stood in his place without saying anything.
It is difficult to manage facial expressions. It’s a relief that he didn’t make a stupid face with his mouth open.
Wolfgang thought he wasn’t that quick-witted, but he wasn’t so insensitive that he didn’t know what that happy expression and deep look in his eyes meant when he came this far.
‘… Why?’
Even if the severe cognitive dissonance felt is second to none.
Why did Chief Frosttooth treat him so favorably, a stranger he’d never seen before?
If the reason I’m thinking of now is correct, everything fits neatly.
But that doesn’t mean ‘Aha, is that so?’ I can’t help but nod my head.
The inside of his mouth seems to be completely dry.
Wolfgang, who had barely regained his composure, opened his mouth with difficulty.
“What did you just say?”
“That’s literally it. I asked what you think of my daughter.”
“What do you think? Uh, of course… I think he’s a very good fighter.”
“You know very well that I’m not asking for such a dull impression, right?”
He tried to evade it somehow, but he dug in to the point of persistence.
The straightforward way of speaking unique to the northern immigrants could not have been more burdensome than this.
Indeed, Bjorn, the ‘permanent frost’ who gained such notoriety on the front lines.
Wolfgang, the hero of the reversal, is bound tightly so that he cannot move in an instant.
“Um…”
The silence goes over.
The weight of Astrid leaning on his shoulder, fainting, feels strangely heavy.
“Is it possible that you don’t like my daughter very much? Her personality is a bit strong, but I think she doesn’t fall for her when she’s off-white.”
Even if it’s a small thing second, it’s like this.
“Well, first of all, I have a few questions.”
Wolfgang made up his mind to ask all the things he was curious about.
Bjorn nodded his head calmly as if he expected it.
“Ask me anything.”
Wolfgang was a little dumbfounded.
He has the appearance of being somewhat ignorant, but in what he does, he is no less senile than the aristocrats in the center.
Didn’t he really become the Chief of Haturu?
“From the position of the chieftain, am I just a stranger? Besides, I’m from the Empire, not a child of winter. I’m curious about who I am.”
“It’s nice to be honest. Then we’ll talk faster.”
By the standards of the Empire, it was a straightforward question that was rude.
However, did Waldheim accept that attitude rather positively?
Or is it because he has already decided his thoughts?
The chief smiled broadly and gestured towards Wolfgang.
“Let’s lay the girl down somewhere and have a frank talk with her men.”
“…I will not decline.”
Wolfgang put Astrid on the patriarch’s bed and sat down with him.
A large wine glass is filled to overflowing.
Soon, the glasses collided without speaking, and the throats of the two men twitched.
With an empty glass in between, this time Wolfgang first filled the chieftain’s glass with wine.
It was the lead of the northern immigrants who learned from the prisoners of war.
“Ooh.”
Wolfgang’s behavior, which seems very familiar with their culture, catches Bjorn’s eyes.
“Hey, are you really an imperial person?”
“I studied separately before visiting the Land of Frost. It’s basic etiquette.”
“It’s a very natural behavior for something like that… Well, that’s okay. Where do you want to start?”
The main story starts right away without a search battle.
“First of all, why did you accept my party as guests? I’ve heard that the Frosttooth tribe I know have a particularly strong hatred for the Empire.”
“Hate… Yes. It certainly did. To be honest, I still hate the Empire. How could I love those who killed my wife and took half of my people?”
An even more unstoppable answer comes back to an unstoppable question.
Rather, it feels more sincere in the restrained tone without making a fuss.
Hearing his words, even Wolfgang could not help but be taken aback.
He had a fair share of the massive losses suffered by the Frostbite.
Of course, I don’t feel particularly guilty about that fact, but it’s in front of the person concerned.
Something, it was an indescribably uncomfortable feeling.
“Then the behavior I’ve seen so far makes no more sense.”
“Well, there’s nothing to think hard about. If you’re a noble, you know that. For the sake of the greater good, you have to put aside your personal feelings. Sven’s son Bjorn hates the Empire, but Bjorn, the chief of the Frosttooth tribe, can’t hate the Empire. This is it.”
—Jjaeng!
The wine glasses collide once more.
Bjorn, who emptied his glass in an instant, lifted his sleeve and wiped his lips as he continued.
“Half of them. Half of the horses, half of them are gone. And only the youngest and most excellent warriors. Do you understand?
“…It is unfortunate.”
“It’s a pity, of course! We who went out and fought harder than anyone suffered an irreparable blow, and the cowboys who used to crouch and tremble are holding their heads up! Do you think it makes sense? Fimbulbert! The idiots who couldn’t even see eye to eye are now looking for an opportunity to devour our tribe!”
Bjorn’s eyes were bloodshot and burning red.
A statement that is too meaningful to be a simple lamentation.
His words were no different from summarizing the situation of the northern immigrants in one word.
This was very important information. Great progress will be made in the execution of the mission.
Wolfgang nodded solemnly in response to the chieftain’s words, but secretly smiled.
‘This is an unexpected benefit.’
If so, just a little bit.
Just a little bit more here.
In the midst of trying to fill up Bjorn’s drinking glass again to induce drunkenness.
Wolfgang’s wrist, which was tilting the bottle, stopped in the middle.
“Um…”
It was because Astrid, who had fainted, tossed and turned with a low moan.
At that, Bjorn glanced at his daughter and chuckled.
“Oh, man. He’s about to wake up already. He’s such an overly strong kid. If he had been born as a son, he might have been a stronger fighter than you.”
“…Surely.”
It was a remark in itself, but Wolfgang could not deny it.
Even though it’s a woman’s body, it’s strong enough to match him.
It didn’t happen anyway, so it’s just an assumption.
If she had been born as a man, perhaps the number two in the alliance would have been her rather than Sigbaldi.
“Speaking of which. Even though I am an idiot, there are many things I must protect as a chieftain. My one and only child, as well as the tribe members who believe in me and follow me. I would do anything for them. There is.”
“Whatever, you mean?”
Meanwhile, Wolfgang secretly swallowed his saliva as the flow of the story flowed.
He was worried
Let’s throw the odds here.
Or should I judge a little more carefully.
However, the trouble did not last long.
To myself seeing for the first time today.
To the stranger from the hated Empire.
If you openly show your goodwill and prepare this kind of place, you must already be prepared to some extent.
In the silence, the wine glass is filled again.
Wolfgang paused for a while, then emptied his glass in one go and then spat out without hesitation.
“…Even if it’s about joining hands with the Empire?”
“If you weren’t prepared to do that in the first place, I wouldn’t have brought you here.”
Contrary to the weight of the words, Bjorn answered in a very light tone.
Wolfgang silently filled his half-full glass.
Then, as if he had waited, Bjorn emptied his glass at once and put it down with her chin.
—Sue
Finally, he smirked as he tilted the large, empty bottle upside down.
“Looks like you don’t need a drink anymore, son-in-law.”
In response, Wolfgang grabbed his head, which had begun to throb, and let out a deep sigh.
Son-in-law
It’s a very, very burdensome title no matter when you hear it.
Of course, it was better than the son-in-law’s voice that he had heard alone with His Majesty the Emperor.
This, in another sense, made it very difficult for him.
Doesn’t that mean we should make Astrid his?
A woman who hates herself fiercely, like a mad beast.
Wolfgang glanced at the sleeping Astrid.
She turned her body to the other side and opened her eyelids as if she was about to wake up.
“Hmm.”
No matter how you think about it, this wasn’t it.
Even now, if you sincerely want to kill yourself, what if you reveal what you saw?
Of course, as a man, it’s not that he doesn’t have a strong desire for the beauty of Astrid, but everything except her appearance is flawed.
He preferred a wife like Alicia, waking him up in the morning with a kiss or fellatio.
His wife, a savage who would have been lucky if she hadn’t put a knife in her chest since morning, refused.
“I’m saying this because I’ve come this far. Yes, of course. We can get closer. As you said, I have my own strength in the Empire, and even if it’s not a marriage alliance, I can help the chief. So…”
“What are you talking about? I have no intention of getting to know you more unless you are my son-in-law.”
“No.”
While he was desperately trying to convince Bjorn.
—Bounce!
Astrid, waking up with astonishing speed, grabbed her head and began to look around her.
Seeing this, Wolfgang simply felt his breath stop.
“Uh, the head… This is my dad’s room…? Then he’s…?”
“Ohhh, you’re up! Astrid! Now, say hello to your husband here!”
In addition, Bjorn’s one word, like pouring oil on a burning house.
“What bullshit! Where is my knife!”
The situation escalated into uncontrollable chaos.
