Chapter 167 – 16. Blue Wolf, White Stag (7)
There is a small fishing village called Renan in the northern part of Gaul, slightly out of the center of Lemoang Eastland. Even though it is a land where the cold stays, it is rare that the sea does not freeze and fish are caught. This was a village where a clerk named Leonard burned his youth.
“Anais, Madame Lemoang is willing to listen to your advice.”
“Okay? That’s fortunate.”
“Looks like Mathieu is getting ready. Compared to his honest personality, he still has a lot of affection.”
Unlike the old days, in a small town, two sentries stood guard at the entrance. Surprisingly, the residential area, which was filled with huts made of cheap timber, was also dotted with fancy stone buildings. Seeing as the construction was still in full swing, it seemed like it hadn’t been that long since it developed like this, but it was.
“How did you get here?”
“This is the town I used to live in.”
“I am very sorry, but we are currently strengthening inspections and searches as a warning order has been issued throughout the territory. If you don’t have anything to prove your identity, I will have to undergo an investigation at the government office for a day, so would you please cooperate?”
“Ah, here is the identity document and pass signed by Madame Lemoang herself.”
Leonard took out the two scrolls he was keeping in his bosom. However, the sentries turned suspicious eyes as if they couldn’t believe it. For a low-level soldier serving in the countryside, the presence of a lord was far away.
“Let’s see…”
The soldiers carefully opened the scroll and read the text. Soon after, I held my breath when I saw the seal at the end of an important document in the government office. He immediately saluted Anais and Leonard in a dignified manner.
“Damn, I’m very sorry.”
“Can we go now?”
“Of course. If there is anything we can help with, please let us know.”
“Thank you.”
Eventually, leaving the soldiers behind, the couple followed the road in the fishing village and climbed the hill overlooking the sea. On the cliff not far from the old government office, there was a prison that housed the prisoners of the Northern Snowfield peoples, and there was a past buried by the wit of a man who was once a clerk.
“It is a beautiful landscape. Even though so many years have passed, only the coastal scenery overlooking from here has not changed.”
“Honey, just in case I…”
“The face of the strong and unyielding warrior is still vivid. She is a woman who defended her pride like a beast against the soldiers who tried to rape me. Even though you ate mice and drank filthy water, you did not surrender to them.”
“It is because you were there. An official who protested against being harshly treated as a prisoner among vulgar and rude people. Even though you were in danger of dying when it was discovered that you secretly fed me food and water, you did not act servilely.”
Standing on a snow-covered cliff and admiring the surroundings, Leonard calmly rejoiced. The moment the midday sun rose to the sky and narrowed the shadows, I measured my steps and glared at a certain rock.
“Despite the threats from the guys telling me to humiliate me if I want to live…”
“Stop, it’s not a good memory for you.”
“It’s okay. It hurts, but it’s also a memory of meeting the most important person in my life. I wanted to save him from being stabbed to death. I was attracted to the way he treated me without prejudice, even though he was blunt inside.”
Anais smiled. Even if I die, the official who stretched out saying that he would not become a beast like you was finally hit by two swords. Even at that moment when he was about to be killed, he proved himself to be the most courageous warrior in the land.
At least, that’s how Turgenene felt at the time.
“Can you show me the scars you got that day?”
“It’ll be embarrassing to see.”
“Anyway, that’s where we met.”
Leonard, who gave a cool impression with an expressionless face, sneakily lifted the jacket he was wearing. His slender and skinny stomach his had sharp abs, unlike his age his for a man in his 60s, and there were a series of knife marks where he narrowly missed his spleen.
“Ruler.”
Anais approached with a sad look. She caressed her husband’s wounds with her wrinkled hands and communed.
“Does it throb every day when it rains?”
“Yes, when the weather is bad, the skin gets tight.”
“Doesn’t it hurt?”
“Not as much pain as you endured then.”
The couple looked at each other quietly. The man who was the clerk of the fishing village of Renan was surrounded by soldiers who were intimidating me that day and was almost slain. If the woman who was inferior to him had not taken off her clothes her and attacked her, she would have really changed her fate her.
The two mingled as the mean beasts watched. In order to save the dying man, the great warrior violated him as they demanded. The godmother of the savage tribe whispered, slowly comforting the fainting official while mocking her, asking if she was such a horny bitch.
‘I’m okay.’
It wasn’t okay.
‘I’m used to things like this.’
She was the first
‘Hey, Leonard…’
The insults of the soldiers were only sloppy words and kicks, but they were so cruel that they could not bear to speak. Indeed, the term “Hell in this world” Was not a waste. However, the two people felt each other’s body temperature that day was clearly warm. Nonetheless.
‘I’m sorry for hating you recklessly until now…’
Mukhali’s godmother, who commanded the great snowfield, realized that day. She felt how one-sided and fleeting her hatred of Gaul was. The soldiers fortunately did not touch the two men and women who survived even though they were the target of ridicule, so they overcame their despair by sharing warmth in the cold prison.
“Honey, Leonard.”
“I am listening.”
“You are still the best fighter I know. Of all the people I have ever seen, I have never seen a man more courageous than you.”
When morning broke, Leonard, who had healed his wounds, stabbed the soldiers who had come to pick me up with a single shot through the neck. He scraped up the snow that had fallen all night and melted it with his hands and tongue to form an awl. It was frozen in the cold of the frozen land.
Turregene, the warrior, and Anais, the nanny, still cannot forget the sight of a man who is not even a warrior but has been hit twice by a sword and resists with such ferocious will.
There were three visitors at dawn. Among them, one was killed by Leonard’s surprise attack. The other two, naturally embarrassed, drew their knives. Handcuffed, Anais strangled one of them with his chains her, then shoved the last soldier wrestling with his future husband her and confronted him with his bare body her.
And in the end, he succeeded in killing him by stepping on his head her. Even though he was stabbed in the stomach in the process and became unable to have children, he did. If the knight who came running after feeling the commotion had not been a close friend of the official, he would have been executed without moving, but that was the case.
‘The bodies of the trash were buried in a place no one would know. This house is a place where no one except me goes in and out, so you can recover your body slowly. It’s in a remote forest, so there’s no one to come.’
‘I’m sorry, Mathieu…’
‘I have scraped all the herbs called herbs from the apothecary in Havre. I’ll keep a month’s worth of food here, so don’t die anyway. There are two pack horses in the stable, so maybe take care of some fodder. I don’t mean to ride and run away when things are getting better.’
‘You are in debt, Mr. Peltier…’
‘Under! As I lived, I realized that I secretly buried the bodies of my men and rescued my enemies. What the hell is this fucking world going to be like? I’m warning you in case you’re mistaken, but this isn’t helping you. I just want to let us know that we are not the same as those of the fuck. ‘
‘Even if you don’t, I know. Because this man here taught me. So I regret and reflect more on the past. If I can atone for those who lost their lives with my mace, I really want to do it. This feeling probably means that the great warrior of Mukali, Turgenene, who was inside of me, is dead.’
‘A war that only remains as a goal of emotion catches a lot of people. Still, I will never give up on the responsibility given to me as a knight. I’m willing to commit myself even for the peace of the north that will come someday. Would you cowardly go back and eat well and live well? If you’re bored, live a simple life where you write letters to your friends from time to time.’
Leonard nodded, briefly recalling the past. As my wife said, it hurts, but it is a memory of meeting someone precious to me. I can’t help but be positive.
“Is this a rock?”
“Okay, can you listen to me?”
“What do you see me as? That’s great.”
Anais bent down and lifted a boulder the size of a house with ease. The soil was splattered and dust rose, and the roots of nearby old trees and bushes were entangled and exposed. Like moss, mushrooms, or chests.
“It really is. At that time, Mr. Peltier really stole my weapon back.”
“That friend is loyal.”
“You liar, I bet you asked for it.”
“Open the box.”
“I am ashamed.”
The life of a fugitive is harsh. All he had in his possession were the two horses that were said to be his friend’s entire property his. Therefore, Turgenene and Leonard each worked on their own business and raised funds to settle down.
“The mace I used to work as a mercenary was definitely not as good as this one.”
Until, after many twists and turns, she was hired as a nanny and butler for Duke Dior.
“Amazing, a mace that doesn’t rust after decades.”
“Because it was an item blessed by the most powerful shaman in our people.”
Anais twisted open the rusty nail and the rotten chest with her hand and pulled out a dark red mace from within. Although the red sap of winter trees is said to have an excellent preservative effect, the secret to being so fine is pure magic.
“But are you really okay?”
“What.”
“Going back to those days when I was savage.”
Tsar Leuk, the way he fiddled with the mace as if trying to regain the familiar feeling in his hand his with the chain stretched was certainly unfamiliar. The past of the couple is the time when they consciously tried to stay away from each other.
“You are my Anais.”
There was one fact that the butler, Leonard, realized as he grew older beyond his ignorance.
“Also my Turgenene.”
A name can never mislead the essence of its existence.
“It’s about saving our hometown. Rather, I am proud of you.”
“I love you.”
“Yes, me too.”
Whiririk! Anais lightly wielded the red mace and grinned.
“Ah, this heavy feeling…”
“How many years?”
“It doesn’t matter anyway. What matters is who I am.”
“Then hurry up and let everyone know.”
Finally, it was the return of the great warrior Turgenene.
