Chapter 3 – 0. Northern Twilight (3)
“You are making fun of me.”
“No way.”
Oriane raised her eyebrows fiercely. It was said that she showed anger at other times. Even that was an eye candy for Rome, though. Because she was more cute than scary to see a rare beauty looking right at me and getting angry.
“Is the knight in the center really that rude?”
“No, it is not.”
The deputy of the Marquis of Lemoyn is a generous person, not a timid person. Even though he was the one who invited the knight in front of him, he had no intention of idly accepting the opponent crossing the line.
“Sir Dior!”
“I hear you, so tell me.”
“There is no need for people like you in this frozen land of Lemoang!”
“Can you take responsibility for that?”
“Dare!”
Eventually Oriane, impatient, raised her hand her. She faced Rom, who was still staring at me with a mischievous expression, wondering what the hell she believed in and was so elated. Then she was taken aback by the relaxedness on his face of her, but she did something she did n’t think she should be looked down on.
Match!
Rome’s face turned sideways. Even if she was rotten, she was a woman from the north, and even her slender arms were quite harsh. Red handprints soon appeared on his pure white face that crossed his scar on her.
“It hurts unexpectedly.”
Oriane was not familiar with violence. It was the same with being swayed by passion. Although her husband’s frequent affair with her with Marquis Baek, she was the one who never once made a loud noise even to the rough-and-tumble who approached her while hiding her insidious feelings of her.
But why?
The behavior of this knight, who seemed like a single-minded person, kept getting caught up in it and became irritable. It didn’t seem like he had any special thoughts or he was trying to use himself like others did. For some reason, the way he flirted with me kept making me feel uncomfortable.
“Is it over?”
“In the customs of the north, there is no law to treat visitors poorly. So, as the hostess of Lemoang, I tried to greet you politely. But you insulted me. There is no place on earth for a scoundrel like you.”
The reason was simple.
“You, Romuald of Dior, will never be part of our northern family. I swear by my incision towards her dead husband!”
“This is outrageous.”
“Please leave this citadel immediately. If you don’t, you’ll know for yourself what it’s like to be in a prison where cold frost seeps in under the frozen soil for insulting me.”
Because I instinctively realized it. The fact that what he said came from the heart. In short, Romuald of Dior did not see me as his lord. Not to mention, since they hadn’t signed a contract yet, there was still one fact that Oriane couldn’t tolerate.
“As you said, this land belongs to you. So, if I, who have set foot here, say that I have no intention of leaving, then you may dispose of this knight, Barbarian, as you wish. But before that, I want you to correct one mistake.”
“What is that?”
“When you said you wanted a wife, you meant it. If there was a really bad plan behind it, there would be no way I would have rushed this far and confessed it outright. Even more so, if they were driven out in this cold, they would almost certainly freeze to death.”
That Romuald Dior sees Orianne Lemoang as a female.
“I have been longing for it all along. You may not know me, but I know her well.”
“What kind of incomprehensible sound…”
“The disheveled hair and beautiful appearance are mesmerizing. Her soft, soothing voice her touches my heartstrings, and her graceful gestures her really make me want to be disturbed.”
Oriane started. It was because Rom, who had unexpectedly spoken words of lust, took one step closer to where I was.
“Go, don’t come any closer!”
“If even the wife in her rugged fur is like that, what about her sincere appearance of her?”
“What nonsense is that for a woman who even has her grown daughter her!”
Rom approached silently. Frightened, she pushed Oriane to the wall of the cold castle hallway and reached out her hand. Even though the Northern Marquis family does not have many servants, if she shouts loud enough, she will always have someone to come to her aid.
Perhaps she had fallen into a panic, uncharacteristic of a Marquis of Le Moin, and she was at a loss for what to do.
“You don’t know yourself too much, ma’am.”
“This, this scoundrel…”
“A scoundrel who adores you.”
Eventually, four months rose. Rom, who had come close to her, grabbed Oriane’s hands as she tried to push her chest away. She stole her lips because that wasn’t enough.
“Uhhh, huh… !”
It was a rough yet gentle kiss. Oriane, who at first resisted with all her might, gradually began to lose her strength. I could not bear to put it in her mouth her, but there was a corner where her heart her was moved somewhere with her sincere attitude her instead of extreme.
“Whoops, whoops…”
Her coercion her was gone, and sensuality took its place. No matter how much a knight from a noble family in the center could not dare to look up to the Marquess, even though it was a substitute, it was Oriane who was fulfilling the role of that position.
Now, like a helpless female, she was being captured regardless of her status. As it was, she gradually opened her body and mind.
“I’m glad.”
Rome parted her lips and let out a short sigh. After that, she wrapped herself around the waist of Mrs. Marquis, restrained her close to me, and placed her hand on her hips her. He mocked and flaunted a woman of a higher status than me, like a slave for night service.
“Because the bad thing is the wife.”
“… !”
Suddenly, Oriane, who had been looking forward to the future with half anticipation and half fear as her body trembled, stiffened as it was. If nothing else, she regained her senses as if she couldn’t bear that comment, and she pushed him as hard as she could.
Pak!
It was a power that was not much different from before, but this time, for some reason, it was a ROM that was pushed out lightly. It was a really odd fact. However, Oriane raised her voice as if she had no intention of being swayed by such curiosity any longer.
“Lookout!”
The soldiers of Lemoang Fortress were definitely elite, even if there were not many of them. Soon, two men hurriedly ran from the corner of the hallway, and when they saw Oriane pursing her lips in disgrace while clinging to the wall, they aimed their spears in astonishment.
To the knight, Rome, who had been licking his lips leisurely until then.
To the man who didn’t even know the subject, and was recalling the taste of the lips of the mistress of the northern border of Gaul.
“Younglord, are you okay?”
“It’s nothing.”
“What about interest?”
It seemed that the guards who came running in pantly did not see the disgrace I had suffered. He didn’t even seem to know that he was trying to steal me in a coercive atmosphere. I just assumed that he would have insulted me by spitting something blasphemous in the way he just stole his lips.
After all, who would expect a knight to do such a big thing against the Marquis’s wife?
“He is the one who despises this land and insults the North. Seeing the name of Dior, a prominent member of the central political world, we will not give him a heavy sentence, but we will make him realize how cold and sad we are enduring to protect this place.”
One of the guards, who understood what Oriane had to say, answered.
“I will lock you in the dungeon.”
The other guards snapped their spears aimed at Rom and shouted.
“Follow me!”
The dungeon in Lemoang Castle in northern Gaul is a heavy punishment in itself. It was treated as a natural freezer below the freezing point, so it was a place where more supplies came and went than prisoners, and it boasted an environment where you could never fly seven days with just one blanket.
To add a bit of exaggeration, it was to the extent that it would be warmer to sleep in the snowfield.
“I’ll just say one word before I go.”
Still, Rom didn’t show much fear of his disposition. He even spat out while looking squarely at Oriane.
“At midnight today, all of the aliens outside the citadel will be summoned. No matter what I do until tomorrow morning, I will do it firmly. So if you’re going to react, you’ll have to do it now. Summon your vassals, call your soldiers, and turn it into a wartime system.”
Oriane wriggled. The two soldiers expressed bewilderment.
“Maybe even then, the defeat will be quite dark. Nine times out of ten it will be a long game. Maybe the citadel will fall over, but if you still think it’s going to be tough, I won’t tell you to come find me. Because I think you’ll curse at me for saying it’s a trick that shows you the inside.”
“I already told you.”
“That too.”
Rom grinned. It was a cool and cool smile that I couldn’t believe it was from a rogue.
“Then, excuse me.”
Just like the back view of being dragged to prison.
* * *
The weather was dizzy with the fortress watchtower and the fluttering snow.
Five retainers followed, led by Oriane, who wore fur over her shoulders over thick winter clothes. They were the ones who had been resting at their respective mansions because they didn’t have a specific schedule today, and rushed into the call that was suddenly issued.
“Baron Marbo, can you see?”
A man who looked like a strong bone stepped forward and pulled on her glove with a magic circle drawn on it with her ink. Immediately after, she chanted her mumbled incantations with her strange gestures, and her eyes aroused her as she felt the tattoos on her own face her.
“Yes, I see.”
Contrary to appearances, Baron Marbo, who was a brainchild, was the only wizard in the Marquis. At this moment, through his magically enhanced eyesight his, he was looking out from under the watchtower at the snowfields hidden by the blizzard.
Lemoang Fortress, surrounded by mountains on the left and right, is truly a fortress blessed by nature, and naturally, the only place enemies will attack is the endlessly straight snowfield.
“I just can’t believe it…”
“Are there that many enemies?”
“I can’t even count them.”
Baron Marbo, who blinked his stinging eyes after not blinking for a long time in the cold, responded. Orianne swallowed her drool and held onto the railing of her watchtower, hiding her face from her retainers her until the fearful expression on her face her was hidden.
“It looks like all twelve tribes in the area have gathered.”
Even that couldn’t last long, though.
Oh shit here we go again