Chapter 32 – Would You Like to Sing a Song?
32.
“Isn’t this the saintess?”
“Hmm… Who are you?”
With Maya still hiding her body, Sophia seemed to be left alone. Now that her partner, Carl, has gone somewhere, she looks like an abandoned blue bird. Because of her position as a saint, and because her appearance shined even among many young ladies, many men around her had their eyes on her.
It was only because she had only half of her arms and legs left – and because she was afraid of Karl Leben’s retaliation, she couldn’t approach it easily.
“My name is Berith, the son of the current knight commander. Would it be time to talk for a moment?”
Berith held a glass in both his hands. Sophia glanced at Maya’s seat and she smiled awkwardly and nodded her head. “Great. Then.” If he is the son of the knight commander, he is a position that is difficult to treat carelessly. If it were Carl, she would have snorted and told him to go away, but Sophia just smiled lightly and welcomed him.
“This time—wasn’t it when Sophia was kidnapped?”
“Yes?”
A man named Berith was quite rude. He winked helplessly. I don’t know if he’s got a decent pride in his handsomeness, but it was just rudeness, since Sophia, who’s always been around men like Carl and Lloyd, wasn’t particularly attracted to him. I’m tired.
“Yes, what. It’s something everyone knows. Isn’t it possible that an imperial knight actually kidnapped the saintess? Isn’t that so too?”
“Yes?”
“I mean. Marquis Leben, who participated as the Holy Lady’s partner this time, pushed our knights a little with that incident. My father is on the verge of losing his job—something like that.”
Berith handed over the glass. Sophia panicked and grabbed the cup with her elbow. He tilted his glass slightly as a courtesy and moistened his lips, but it was uncomfortable to drink. He left it on the table right next to it.
“Oops, it looks like you brought a drink that doesn’t taste good to you. Well, it’s too strong for a lady to drink-” I was sick of Berith proudly saying things like that. Come to think of it, there were quite a few people like this before Carl joined the party. Since the knife came in, I forgot about it because I couldn’t see it before I knew it.
“To be honest, the fact that we found the saintess before we did her imperial power, and the saintess didn’t have anything special… It’s a bit sensitive, but given that she wasn’t sexually harassed, and that the saintess’ statement was skipped around, such as taking into account the victim’s mental fatigue, I think it’s highly likely that it’s a self-made story.”
“What are you talking about!”
“Yeah, it’s all my guesses. As for me, I have no choice but to cling to this kind of speculation because I don’t want my father to be fired for being less than a thief. In that sense, saintess. Was it really the imperial knight who kidnapped you?”
“Yes that’s right. I swear to the Goddess, there is no lie! I want you to stop being rude.”
“Under. Lie to the name of the goddess… “
“There is no way you can do that! What do you think of a hero! Same goes for knives. Accusing me like that without any grounds!”
“Yes, hero hero. What the. You know what? It was the soldiers of the Empire who made the most sacrifices. How many of them did the saintess save?”
“All that survived.”
“What-“
Berith shut her mouth for a moment. ‘Didn’t she leave her partner and go out to have sex with another woman?’ A thought crossed her mind belatedly.
“Come out in the air, what kind of worm is sitting in my seat? Have fun. So what are you?”
“It’s gone. Your words are harsh. I am Berith, the son of the current Knight Commander.”
“Did the fuck ask for your name? What?”
“Yes?”
“Yes? Yes?”
Puck. Berith felt a sharp pain as if his shin was being broken. It was because Carl’s shoe broke his shin abruptly.
“Are you going to wake up? Was an untitled aristocrat proudly bowing his head in front of a hero? Very curious hey. I’m a marquis fuck you Even the royal family say hello to me. What? Are you serious? Hey You were a great person, right?”
“Hey, Carl. This is the knight commander’s son… “
“Sophia. Do you want to fix it? You are more awesome i’m more awesome I heard it on the way back, and I was stunned. What? How many people will be saved in the war? Hey. At the point we ended the war, we saved everything that was alive. I’m out of my mind, you bastard.”
“The elixir is too much!”
“A bastard who has never seen the face of a demon king, let alone a general level, has shaken his mouth and fell asleep. I’m the one who came from playing soccer with the devil’s head.”
“Fuck! You cheated first! To depose my father!”
The moment Berith screamed out in anger, the air in the ballroom cooled down. Berith’s rudeness went too far. Everyone knew that, but only Berith was unaware of it. However, even such a Berith could barely notice the current chilly air. Oops, I made a mistake.
“Father. Your father must have educated his children this way.”
Marquis Leben. Even if it was an honorary position, it was not a position that pseudo-aristocrats who did not even receive a title would speak carelessly about. In particular, because of the many guilds under his command, Carl Leben was a person who was welcomed by the great lords with a smile on his face and open arms.
Berith was also a member of the imperial family’s knights, so he could be treated as a noble, but his level was different. Even if the knight commander himself came, he would have to apologize for his rudeness.
“I want to cut off your father’s arm. It’s a pleasant day, so bear with it.”
White gloves. It flew in the face of Berith, who recognized his own mistake and shut up. Then we hear Reven’s words. The white glove signifies a challenge to a duel. And all who accepted Carl Leben’s duel were dead. Even if a proxy was put forward, the person himself died in the end.
“Since you are still young, I will give you a chance to be forgiven. If what I tossed was a red glove instead of a white one, just treat it as a gift.”
With that said, Burid seemed to have come to his senses belatedly and put his white glove on his left hand. Then he hurriedly grabbed a fork from another table and started stabbing his own hand at random. The blood leaking from his grip soaked his white glove, and in that way, only the red glove remained on Berith’s hand.
Carl was tempted to throw in another glove, but he felt Sophia touch him from behind, so he decided to stop at this point.
“Knife. You did something mean again!”
Two.
Sophia said as she shot her grapes into her mouth.
“Have you seen such a cheeky saintess?”
*
After the chaotic atmosphere passed, music and dance flowed again. Sophia stood next to Carl, hesitant. “Why?” “No. Just.”
I was so envious of the couples dancing together in the middle, but I couldn’t bear to ask Carl to dance with me. A man with his arms and legs cut off talking about dancing. It is absurd. The cut off part was sore for nothing.
“Sometime.”
“Huh?”
“Hi-Hi.”
When your arms and legs are all healed, then you’ll be able to dance. I thought so. Sophia’s face is loose. Carl sees Sophia’s face and realizes that he lusts after her.
“This won’t work. Sophia. I always feel it, but it’s mean.”
“Huh?”
“I can’t help but request a dance from such a pretty person.”
“Uh?”
Carl grins, kneels in front of Sofia and her, and politely offers her hand.
“Would you like to dance a song, lady?”
“Really, really?”
Sophia nodded her head as she spoke happily with a slight tear.
“Of course, gentleman!”
Her elbow meets her hand.
