339. Deer hunting (3)
The early autumn sky was high and clear. The air was quiet, but as the horse ran quickly, a cool breeze passed through my ears. It was perfect weather for hunting.
Nevertheless, the Earl of Bathurst’s face was dark as he looked up at the blue sky. From the time he left his mansion, he began to have friction with his daughter Margaret, which made him feel uncomfortable.
-No time to waste on hunting parties!
When told to come to the hunting camp and get to know the members, Margaret came out in full bloom. Now it was time for her to meet some nice gentlemen and decide on a wife, but her daughter was still as immature as her child.
Where is that? They are preoccupied with preparing for the tea party, which has three more weeks left on the schedule.
-father! Do you know who is coming to this tea party? oh my god… The rose of the imperial palace! Princess Amelia said she was coming!
Margaret shouted with great excitement.
-And recently, wherever Princess Amelia goes, the Queen of Society, Lady Scarzzapino, follows her! This will definitely be the best tea party of my life!
The Earl of Bathurst was dumbfounded.
What did the princess say? No matter how much he monopolizes His Majesty’s favor, isn’t he the type of person who will sooner or later get married and leave for a distant foreign country?
At that time, a slender middle-aged woman approached him riding a horse.
“William. Forget about Margaret. “If the organizer’s expression was so dark, what would the participants think of us?”
“ma’am… … .”
The Count twitched his nose.
His wife, who had married from Anatolia, was carrying on the southern family tradition of enjoying hunting. Not only did she consistently participate in hunting parties, but she also killed more deer than her husband each time.
When I was young, there were times when I looked like a goddess from mythology when I saw her running on a hunting ground. However, as many years have passed, he now wishes that his wife would have more elegant tastes and hang out with the noble ladies of the imperial capital.
“Think about it, William. “If you come to a hunting party and just tell them to sit quietly at camp, is there any way that Margaret will like it?”
Madam, that’s just your opinion. Margaret isn’t particularly interested in hunting either.
As the count was thinking awkwardly, a large carriage with the god’s emblem on it suddenly appeared.
‘okay. Come to think of it… … .’
At most hunting parties, there is only one person sitting quietly in the camp.
Mores Klein.
The bastard third prince of the Holy Empire, who was called the disgrace of the Holy Imperial Family not long ago.
“Is it okay if it stays like this? The prince continues to stay at the camp alone… … .”
The wife, noticing his gaze, asked cautiously.
“Lord Martha is not with you.”
“That’s not what you’re saying, is it? William. Since we hosted the gathering, we have an obligation to provide at least some enjoyment to everyone in attendance.”
“But what pleasure can be found in a hunting party other than hunting?”
“That’s true, but… … .”
How embarrassed I was when Prince Mores suddenly announced that he would participate in the invitation sent as a courtesy. Still, considering the prince’s recent actions, I thought he might be slightly concerned about his reputation.
But when the prince arrived, it wasn’t even a sight.
After being impressed by the striking resemblance between the Emperor and Empress Elizabeth for a moment, the Prince only exchanged greetings at the count’s residence and locked himself in the carriage on the road. Then he dragged the wagon all the way to the hunting camp!
‘Is he crazy…? … .’
The carriage crawling up the unpaved mountainside was amazing, but the prince stubbornly staying in his seat in the rickety carriage was even more surprising.
“Lowering. The wagon may not reach the camp. Riding a horse right now… … .”
At first, the count tried to dissuade him several times, but the prince was steadfast to the end.
“It’s okay, Count. You will be able to go all the way. Besides, my dog hates it when I ride a horse.”
“… yes? outline?”
Wong!
Then the prince’s dog barked loudly and waggled its tail. With a dark gray back and glowing yellow eyes, it looked more like a huge wild wolf than a dog at first glance.
Ki-ing, ki-ing-
Thanks to this, the hunting dogs, who should be brave enough to drive deer, are so intimidated that they curl their tails to one side. Where else in the world can such a nuisance be found?
“Hey, our Max is the leader here. “Have you clearly established military discipline?”
Wong wong!
“Good job, Max. “Would you like some beef jerky as a reward?”
Wow~
William Bathurst vigorously rubbed his forehead where he had a headache. What on earth is that immature prince thinking?
“Oh, but the Earl of Bathurst?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Are the people with the hounds over there citizens of Bathurst Territory?”
“They are half hunters and half selected citizens. The strongest people were selected from the territory. “You have to lead the dogs out of the forest and hunt down the game first.”
“Yes, sturdy… … .”
And the young prince gave a cool look to the people gathered in the corner for a moment. Just from the outside, they are truly full of royal dignity and dignity.
“Aren’t these slippery creatures very trustworthy when it comes to running at the same speed as the dogs? Aside from the territory residents, why are the hunters so skinny?”
“yes?”
“I heard that Bathurst Territory is overflowing with game every year, but that’s really strange. “It looks like you haven’t been hunting properly lately?”
However, listening to words spoken without common sense like that, I couldn’t help but wonder if he was really the prince who inherited the blood of the royal family.
“Of course we don’t hunt without the lord’s permission. “Because they don’t have the right to hunt.”
“Hunting rights?”
“That’s right. All the game in the territory belongs to the lord. Private hunting is strictly prohibited, especially before and during hunting season. “Isn’t it obvious?”
Bathurst grew irritated by the prince’s absurd question.
“… Right.”
Fortunately, the prince doesn’t ask any more questions and quietly settles into the carriage again.
“… … .”
Count Bathurst, shaken by the somewhat cold atmosphere, glanced back at the residents of the territory pointed out by the prince. This is because I was a little concerned about the evaluation that it was a bit awkward.
But he soon tilted his head.
‘What’s the problem? ‘Isn’t that stronger than usual?’
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Everyone will see the prince saying such trivial things.
But the prince’s eccentricities did not end there. He managed to arrive at the camp by forcefully pulling the carriage, but this time Prince Mores had quietly locked himself inside the tent.
‘If you’re going to do that, why did you come?’
However, it did not mean that he had no interest in hunting at all. Why not bring in a bunch of guard knights and even hold a hunting competition on the spot!
-Do you understand? Grab as many as you can. In particular, wipe out all the deer. The best performers will receive premium spirits from Rohan and a five-day vacation. You can cook and eat the game you catch however you like.
It was truly absurd. There is a limit to putting a ban on a gathering!
The members of the hunting club are mostly people of noble status, and although they enjoy hunting, they are merely ordinary people. But how can we stop the powerful Auror users who attack with determination?
“Wow, it’s alcohol!”
“It’s vacation!”
“It’s a meat party!”
just as expected. Even before the hunting dogs start driving, aren’t the imperial knights running into the forest faster than horses?
Needless to say, the enthusiasm of the remaining members was dampened.
‘Are they really the knights of the Imperial Guard? ‘It’s so frivolous.’
‘I heard that the resident knights of the Pearl Palace only gather people who are a bit unique. They say they are all terrible drinkers and rough-tempered people.’
‘Ah, so they are the 3rd Prince’s people as expected.’
‘What on earth is the Earl of Bathurst doing…? . If it’s like this, I’ll have to look into another meeting next year.’
The sound of the members whispering made my blood boil.
‘If I don’t stop him right now… … !’
The hunting party that has been waiting for a year is in danger of being ruined. The count, very upset, approached the prince’s tent to protest.
But suddenly, a sturdy knight quickly blocked his path. At one time, he was Sir Masain, the heir to the royal family.
“Stop, Earl of Bathurst. “You are meditating right now.”
“… yes?”
“It will interfere with your training, so if you have any business, please tell me first. “I will tell you later.”
“… … ?!”
… training?
The Earl of Bathurst couldn’t hide his bewilderment and just kept his mouth shut. He simply could not understand the prince. If that’s the case, why on earth did that person come to the hunting party!
* * *
‘I think it’s a good thing I came.’
Seongjin, who had finished meditating satisfactorily, stretched out and thought, and the devil opened his mouth as if he was dumbfounded.
[What is good at? Nothing has changed at all since I was at Jinju Palace. Why did you come here?]
‘Nothing has changed. ‘Everyone likes it, right?’
As soon as Seongjin gave permission, Max got excited and ran into the mountains. Whether it’s hunting or running around, whatever you do will be fine.
The resident drivers also seemed to be having fun as they came out to the countryside for the first time in a while.
[Are knights on the same level as mixed breed dogs? Are you saying we all came for a walk at once?]
The Demon King was extremely dumbfounded.
‘That’s the same for you too… … .’
Recently, I couldn’t help but feel like I had abandoned him while accessing Pangea Chronicle. So, for the first time in a long time, he was out of the imperial capital’s [grace] and tried to make him feel better.
Of course, I did not tell this story directly to the Demon King. It was obvious that he would jump up and down, asking if he was on the same level as a mixed breed dog.
‘shut up. I just need to get some air too.’
[If you want to get some fresh air, wouldn’t you first go outside the tent?]
‘Well, I was going to do that anyway.’
Seongjin shrugged his shoulders and left the tent. That’s because the smell of grilling meat wafted from outside.
“Lowering!”
Sir Claudia, who was sitting in front of the bonfire, stood up and smiled brightly.
“Are you finished with your meditation?”
“Yes, Sir Claudia. “But what are you baking now?”
“Yes, this is the wild boar I caught!”
… wild boar?
What, it smells better than I thought?
Seongjin tilted his head and approached the bonfire. Then, Sir Calmen, who was about to tear into the meat, hesitated and pulled up his seat.
‘Is it Lord Claudia and Lord Calmen again…? … .’
At first glance, the two of them didn’t seem to get along very well, but it was amazing how they often stuck together even though they bickered.
“What about Sir Martha and the other knights?”
“Lord Masaine is coming after looking around for a moment. “The other resident knights are still hunting.”
“But have you two already finished hunting? “Why don’t you catch more?”
Then Sir Claudia wrinkled her freckled nose.
“If I roast this guy first, I’m going to go catch him again. “He wondered if there was a need to kill an animal he wasn’t going to eat.”
That’s right, it’s truly Claudia-like to only focus on eating right away without any competitive mentality.
“Then what about Lord Calmen?”
“… … !”
Sir Calmen, who already had a lot of meat in his mouth, was embarrassed by the sudden question and muttered his lips.
Sir Claudia, who was worse off, responded sharply on his behalf.
“Lord Calmen, there is no need to take leave anyway, sir.”
“huh? why?”
“Wouldn’t Captain Bruno continue to guard Jinju Palace? That’s why my student can’t go out and have fun on his own.”
Then Sir Calmen made a sullen expression with his cheeks bulging.
Director Bruno always enjoyed teaching his students, but after his recent visit to Sigismund Territory, he was even more enthusiastic about teaching Sir Carmen. Thanks to this, only Sir Calmen, who has a mediocre talent, is dying.
“Lord Calmen. It’s dangerous if you cook it roughly like that. Do you know how many parasites there are in the bodies of wild animals? “It should be thoroughly cooked before eating.”
“… parasitism… what?”
Sir Calmen, who had barely managed to get the meat down his throat, asked back, but Seongjin waved his hand in annoyance.
“Well, there is such a thing. Even if I explain it to you, you probably won’t understand it.”
I’m crying!
Blood is seen gushing out on Lord Calmen’s forehead.
But fortunately, he did not carelessly swear at Seongjin like before. He had just fallen from [grace] and I was a little worried that his anger management issues might be getting worse.
It seems that the ‘Pavlov’s Dog’ training was quite successful.
“But is this the price of meat? “What about the rest?”
When I asked about there being only a few pieces of meat left on the bonfire, Sir Claudia answered while turning over the pieces of meat.
“I handed it over to the hunters in the territory as wages. “I have never cleaned it myself, so I asked them to handle it and cut off only the tasty parts.”
hmm.
I am reminded of the skinny people I saw on the street today. Seongjin nodded.
“Well done, Sir Claudia.”
“lol.”
Sir Claudia smiled innocently and handed Seongjin a piece of meat.
“Ah, this is the best baked. Would you like to try it?”
“Ok, fine.”
Seongjin nodded obediently. Sir Calmen didn’t die after eating it, so it’s probably okay.
But that was when I had just received the meat from her.
‘hmm?’
Seongjin suddenly stopped and turned his head toward the mountain, feeling an eerie sensation running down his spine.
“… Lowering? “Why are you doing this?”
At the same time.
Whoa whoa!
Max’s long cries, looking for Seongjin, could be heard from afar.
fantasy,
