Chapter 129 – The Celebration and the Beginning of the Wind (9)
“Civil. It’s fucking exhausting.”
Exhausted from dealing with the influx of people, I slipped out into the garden and muttered that.
─Click.
Looking at the pocket watch, it was already 8:30. Since the party’s wavelength was only at 10 o’clock, 6-70% of the party time was wasted on the no-tang people.
Even in the middle of doing that, I gave Lalilura a meal with francs, or ran away to the terrace to avoid the old people.
But damn, those bastards probably knew that when I went out to the terrace, I meant ‘@@@ 1 to 1 meeting @@@’, so they lined up and waited outside.
In places like fucking fantasy novels, if you were on the terrace, you wouldn’t touch it, but after all, novels were just novels.
So when I saw Edlyn in the middle of the line, I ran out. A match with a bachelor hunter in her 40s on that narrow terrace? Are you crazy human?
“Tahheuk.”
Oh shit I’m hungry. After lunch at 11 o’clock, I continued to starve and went to the back of the garden, groaning at the futility of life.
It was then.
〈 Are you really okay with that?〉
What? It sounded like someone was talking at the place I had marked out. Having caught sounds from far away with wolf-like ears, I listened to them.
A terrorist attacking a noble’s party hall! Isn’t that the rule of a fucking fantasy novel? If you’re lucky, you might get 10 gold instead of 1 gold!
〈 It’s not about whether it’s okay or not. My family is alive, and no one is after me. That’s enough for me.〉
I didn’t have a face mask, so I widened the distance as much as possible and focused only on hiding.
‘… Is the voice somehow familiar?’
The way he speaks is very incongruous. Concentration 100% This is the way an aristocratic lady would use it.
‘Is this Tyrsi?’
But the voice that evokes those words is familiar to the ear.
One of the two women was Tyrsi, who was not seen in the party hall today!
〈… Are people who can choose their own future happy?〉
〈 Huhuhu. I don’t know. There must be happiness that you can pick up by living as it flows like I did.〉
〈… Tyr. Please don’t tell me to pick it up. Whether it’s by chance or fate, if it comes into your hands, it’s your happiness. I– I’m sorry! Who is it!!〉
Someone who was talking to Tyrsi suddenly shouted.
Oh shit I got caught! I raised my hands after thinking for about 0.02 seconds whether it would bounce or not.
“Sorry!! I had no intention of eavesdropping!!”
─Papat!
─Stand up!
It was the daughter of Lord Hennesys who made a watering can with her fingertips and rushed at it. So, the real fucking real blue-blood lady!
“You are——”
Of course, the young lady who watched me being praised by her father from 10 meters away also recognized me.
─Poof! The young lady withdrew her hand and brushed it off like a sword.
No, but someone as young as a young lady attacks with a sword. You’re fucking tough.
“You are an adventurer invited today. What are you doing here?”
“I’m tired of dealing with people, so I’m here to catch my breath.”
It was a lie that did not sting my conscience because it was half true. The young lady, with her brown hair in an aristocratic bun perm, looked me up and down suspiciously.
“… How far have you heard?”
“No, that. Because it’s not Britannia.”
“Ah. It was. That’s good.”
This time it was 100% Gura, but Lady Hennesses was convinced when she saw the color of my skin. Then he looked at me with sad blue eyes.
“If I had heard it from the beginning——I would have had to talk a lot with you.”
“Ooh, that’s bad luck. Missing the chance to hear the lady’s jade-like voice for a long time.”
“Oh my goodness. You speak wittyly.”
─Smile. The young lady said with a friendly smile.
“Forget what you saw today. Got it?”
“Old story.”
“Like. Goodbye. Tyrsi? You too.”
After saying that, Lady Hennesses left. Phew. The real Joteru is Henne.
“Whoop whoop. Eavesdropping is a bad hobby, Nord. Lies, too.”
Tirshi said that while looking at me pulling the collar.
The light blue dress barely exposed any skin, but the skirt was short and she wore black stockings. It was like a different world-style arrangement of a china dress.
“It’s not a lie. It is true that I did not hear it properly.”
I sighed and greeted him gently.
“Anyway, it’s nice to meet you, Tyrsi. The dress is very nice. A nice piece of clothing that highlights your charm.”
“Thank you for your words. Nord… To be honest, I think the black robe was cooler. I praised you, but I’m sorry.”
“Hehe. What. Actually, I think so too.”
This tailcoat falls short of Fran’s design sense. Arthur Wayne’s costume was a landslide victory in terms of gentility.
Tirshi laughed like that and looked at me a little. The corners of his mouth were slightly hardened.
“So that… How far actually?”
“Just a little conversation at the end. But could you let me pretend I didn’t hear it all? Everyone has secrets they don’t want to tell, and I don’t have the bad taste of digging them up.”
I came up with a compromise.
Like the Romanian vocabulary, which is much more elegant than when speaking in Britannia.
He was talking with the aristocratic Lady Hennesses.
About 10 years ago, a lot of noble families in Romania collapsed due to war.
Talking like that was a good thing.
“I have been talking to my colleagues. No one refused to let Tyrsi join the party. That’s why I ask the party members instead.”
I said indistinctly.
Turned the topic around? No way. This was just an extension of the topic from earlier.
“Tirshi. Is your past over?”
I was told that the fall of the Romanian nobles was not a civil war. If there is no reprisal from the hostile forces, there is no reason not to form a party.
Speaking of the past, you won’t find a guy anywhere in the world who hides an amazing backstory like me.
Tirshi opened his eyes wide at my words and nodded his head.
“Yes——yes. I can swear that nothing will ever harm you.”
“That’s it. The you I know is Tyrsi Armashnas, an alchemist from the Mages Guild.”
Being a fallen aristocrat was a banal thing to the point of being banal.
In Romania, it is said that the aftermath of that time remains as a social problem even after 10 years have passed.
‘I heard there were a series of incidents like the IMF.’
Even if a rich man perishes, it will last for three years, but in 10 years, even mountains and rivers change.
Regardless of origin or past, people had no choice but to live today. Even after being sexually harassed by her supervisor, she endured it.
“… Thanks, Nord. For being considerate.”
Tirshi’s voice was locked as if he was a little emotional.
To be honest, I don’t know where in the conversation there was room for tears. Women’s emotional lines are sometimes incomprehensible.
─Sigh. Tirsi, who snorted lightly, laughed awkwardly.
“As I said last time, I will meet you at the inn where Nord is staying. Oh, are you okay tomorrow?”
“Yes. As usual, it’s time for a short break, so please feel free to visit us.”
Until I start working as an adventurer again, I plan to play tangja tangja. Mithril weapons couldn’t even enter the manufacturing stage.
“Okay? I see. I will go see you tomorrow.”
Having said that, Tirthy was about to leave, but hesitated. Because I wasn’t thinking of leaving this place.
“Ah. Go first. I still have work to do.”
I slapped my hand and scratched my cheek cheekily.
“There are people waiting for you.”
***
10 minutes have passed since I left Tyrsi.
“——Nor? Why are you here?”
As I was running the simulation I had been nervously practicing, I felt my heart start to beat strongly when Fran appeared.
“Larilura told me to go here. Did Norr call you?”
Fran listened to my request and looked for Lari Lura, who should have come with her, and looked behind her. No one was there, probably because Lalilura had noticed and withdrew.
In the meantime, she wiped her dry lips with her tongue. She is the tongue that must roll from now on. It is not enough to oil Amman.
“I called. I asked Ralilura before the party started.”
“Yes? Why are you in a place like this—— Ah.”
Fran stopped talking and suddenly her face blushed. Could she possibly have noticed? Fran said shyly to me, who was embarrassed because it felt like her heart stopped.
“There… Nor? I don’t think it’s okay to do lewd things in a nobleman’s mansion.”
“No, no, no? Not at all?”
Fuck this. It was the bane of outdoor play.
Not that I’m crazy and would do that with her girlfriend in the manor house’s garden. I took a deep breath in Lamaze, feeling the firm feeling inside my breast pocket.
“The truth is that… I wanted to do it at a more plausible timing. Like finding a huge ruin or catching a monster like a dragon.”
“Yes?”
“Even though it’s a situation where you were invited to the lord’s party, wasn’t the reason you were invited because you put your head into exterminating warlocks? A little something I thought it might be lacking in heightened sense.”
Originally, these things required preparation in advance, but I learned to remove such preparations with magic.
So that you can catch the decisive timing at any time.
It is for this reason that after hearing the news of the celebration, I wandered around alone for the past seven days, making all sorts of excuses.
You don’t know how much I squeezed my heart inwardly thinking what to do if I was suspected of having an affair in the middle. I looked up high at the sky.
It’s unfortunate. Today was a new moon.
“But the aftermath is the aftermath. Because you can miss the opportunity that came to your hand while trying to find a better opportunity. That’s why I called.”
“Sorry, Nor. I do not know. What are you talking about?”
“——That’s what you’re talking about.”
Fran twists her head. I raised my hand to my chest and chanted.
“〈 Summon Cloud〉. 〈 Friar’s Lantern 〉.”
─Suwaaaaah
─Rrrr
The two magics mix.
Magic is a combination. Just as formulas in mathematics are the result of arranging and summing the calculation formulas called arithmetic operations.
‘Adds the magic of 〈 Summon Cloud 〉 to the magic of 〈 Monk’s Lantern 〉.’
〈 Monk’s Lantern 〉 is a low-level magic that bards often use for directing purposes.
Magic that ignores the brightness of light or mana fuel consumption and focuses on creating gorgeous and beautiful light!
In blue. A bit more blue.
I changed the magic light to a blue color that was as close to Fran’s eyes as possible. Clouds blended into the halo of light.
Blue clouds sparkling like jewels! At first glance, it looked like a nebula in the night sky.
– Fluffy.
〈 Summon Cloud 〉 and 〈 Monk’s Lantern 〉 are both spells that can manipulate shapes.
Therefore, I——the night sky with the full moon that I once looked up together with Fran was reproduced here.
“… Beautiful.”
Murmured Fran. When was it It seemed that Frank felt that he liked looking at the stars in the night sky.
He brought his hand to the blue flower. It was a flower resembling a rose.
It is said that the flower language of the blue rose in my hometown is ‘something that is originally unobtainable, something impossible’.
However, when the blue color was reproduced in a rose with skill and effort, it changed into a ‘miracle, love that does not give up’.
─Sara Larak.
The blue nebula swayed slowly, following the movement of my hand. I plucked a blue rose from my chest. A rose decorated with light was placed on Fran’s chest with a sophisticated hand.
Get down on your knees.
The trick is not to really kneel on the floor so as not to get your clothes dirty. I practiced the etiquette I had learned from the butler to the fullest.
He braced his stomach and put on a serious expression with all his might.
If I failed here, I took out the ring case from my pocket with the determination to throw away all my dreams and die here biting my tongue.
──What I asked Clara to make was not a spear.
Chang only drew up blueprints. If I had only intended to make spears in the first place, I wouldn’t even look at metalworking skills. There was no way there would be any mithril ingots to take back.
I prepared for this time from beginning to end.
─Click.
The ring of divine silver (神銀) showed off its appearance while receiving a halo of light.
It was not adorned with jewels, but the ring, meticulously crafted by a master blacksmith, was dazzlingly beautiful.
And francs.
The woman I love said nothing and she just looked at me.
Because even in this world, the meaning of a pair of rings was the same as on Earth.
“Miss Francesca Eitrinen.”
I put my heart and soul into the words I thought of.
What words would a selfish, self-indulgent, macho bastard who wants to take several women as her wives confess her love?
All the proposals I learned in my 20+ years of earth life were thrown into the trash. Never have I lamented my lack of talent for writing more than in the past seven days.
──So this is it.
“──Can I love you?”
It was the maximum ‘desire’ allowed to the ugly guy called me.
“─────.”
Franc slowly alternated her light clouds and rings with her eyes as if trying to stroke my face.
Answered.
“——Yes. Gladly.”
I put the mithril ring on Fran’s finger, and then put it on her finger as well.
“I love you, Fran.”
“Me too, Nor.”
I hugged Fran and shared a quiet kiss.
It was not a tongue-in-cheek kiss, it was a fresh and heartbreaking kiss.
