Chapter. 11. Wizard’s Wizard (19)
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“Uh, it’s cold.”
“I can’t believe I have a damn shift starting in the morning. “It’s the Harvest Festival, a time when the girls in the whole neighborhood feel full both physically and mentally.”
“I know yeah. My balls were so frozen that I could swing them as weapons. No, I’m asking the introverted gatekeeper, who usually doesn’t stand up, to leave starting this morning.”
“hmm? what. “Are you sure you haven’t heard the rumor yet?”
“What rumor?”
“A guest who came to the estate recently. “I heard that a doll-like noble lady with hair as red as a ripe cherry and eyes sparkling like stars crossed the Blue Line without a bodyguard and accompanied only by a few merchants!”
Thomas spat at his friend Jimmy, who spoke passionately as if trying to escape the chill of the morning.
Hehe!
“What does the situation of these damn noblemen have to do with us? Why do you always look at tanned neighborhood girls, but then when you see a real noble lady, your eyes widen?”
“That’s not it, it’s a different story if that young lady is the golden jade leaf on top of Gold Geyser, the ruler of Teldrat’s noble family, wheat and gold! “It’s not me who rolled their eyes, but the lord and the second master!”
A noble woman from Teldrat. That was quite a fascinating story even to the ears of Thomas, who was shaking his body to somehow maintain his body temperature.
The great women who raised the sick baron who was plowing the field into a sword master and the owner of a great marquis called the Sword House, and who raised and supported their spouse through countless trials.
Every boy in the Empire must have imagined at least once that I could be the main character of ‘The Woman from Teldrat,’ a long lineage that has been passed down from the great hero Princess Rabbit.
In fact, even now, at the age of 19, I sometimes fantasize about it. Although right now, there is no one around me who is skilled enough to recognize my talent, so I am just a guard, but one day, a mysterious woman from a foreign country held my hand and said, as if in a play, ‘You are my partner.’ I imagined that with the same whisper, I would bring out his true power and turn him into a hero.
Even though I knew it was a vain delusion, whenever bards in bars sang about the legend of the sword family, I used to have foolish hopes like, ‘Someday, I will too…’, which meant that the legend was now starting again right before my eyes.
Thomas hurriedly looked around at his armor. The chain mail provided to the Ten Seal-level soldiers about half a year ago was shining beautifully in the morning sunlight, but the surcoat worn over it was dirty with dust, and the pattern was of such poor quality that it was difficult to tell whether it was a lion’s head or a rat’s head. It was.
In contrast, Jimmy, standing next to him, was wearing a feathered helmet, a surcoat without a trace of grease as if it had been washed in lye, shiny chain mail, and holding a spear with a blue blade.
“Shit. Jimmy, do you have anything to clean your armor with?”
“Hehehehe. Well, I should have kept her ears open. He said he saw eight soldiers at the well this morning. “You servants didn’t even bother to show up in the restaurant all morning, cleaning the knights’ armor.”
“this….”
Thomas hastily spat on his coat and wiped it off his breastplate. In my mind, I thought, ‘Swordsmith Arthur Schwarz was also covered in dirt, but didn’t he like Nicelia?’ Constantly repeating the same self-consolation.
Many, many, many, many, many-
‘….come!’
Since the castle was built on a slightly rising hill in the center of Siegfield, if you stand in front of the entrance to the castle, you can see things like carriages from a distance at a glance.
A four-horse carriage for women that is not often used by the Vigilen family, which is known for its luxurious decorations.
He could see at a glance how important the person inside was just by looking at the coachman of the Vigilen family, whose face he knew, carefully driving the horse, worrying that it might get caught on a stone or that the carriage might sink.
Dig-gak-dad-dak-
Purr, purr!
Thomas and Jimmy, who were imagining arrogant thoughts in their minds and standing with a level of restraint they had never seen before in their lives, blocked the castle gate like a sword at the same time as the stopped horse began to lash out.
Chaeaeang!
“Stop!!!!! This is the castle of Vigilen Alessio, the protector of the empire and the ruler of the East! Anyone entering please identify yourself!!! Until then, I can’t let one step in!!!!!”
Thomas looked. Like Jimmy standing next to him, unlike his usual sloppy appearance, the coachman was wearing a vest and shirt ironed with an iron, with his gray-white hair slicked back neatly. And, his neck went up and down loudly before letting go of the reins and opening the carriage door.
“Im here.”
When the coachman, who was clearly nervous, opened the door, the carriage rocked loudly.
‘Ohh, ohhhh!’
The first thing that was revealed was snow-white clothes and huge curves that pressed the soft fabric as if it would explode.
‘It’s called a little girl! How small is that?! ‘It’s bigger than anything I’ve ever seen in my entire life!’
Thomas concentrated, thinking that the legends were indeed quite different.
Kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-
“what?”
weird. Now that the breasts had come out, it was time for the cute face and cheeks to come out. Why is that white mass constantly coming out of the carriage?
Wherever the legendary girl I had been waiting for had gone, the carriage’s frame was screaming and something large and white was coming out of the narrow door.
“ah.”
Finally, something that could be called a face appeared.
Brown hair, oiled and neatly slicked back.
His eyes are closed solemnly, but at a glance, his face is covered in scars, clearly showing that he has been through numerous battlefields.
Wearing pure white priestly robes embroidered with three gold threads, signifying a bishop-level greeting…
Huge man.
Ujikkeun!
In the end, the carriage door broke, unable to withstand the white mass pushing in, and as soon as the man got out of the carriage, it was so huge that you wondered how he could fit into that small carriage, he put his hands on his chest and bowed towards the direction of the rising sun.
“Latura, Ro-haram. Lord, you came with a new light today too. “I bow to that grace.”
A man who was bathed in the sunlight that was just rising over the horizon, and whose huge body blocked all the sunlight and created a shadow.
“Forgive me for being late in greeting you. “Because there is someone I need to greet before anyone else.”
Jeez. Jeez. Jeez. Jeez.
Thomas had the feeling that some kind of siege engine was walking on two feet. A deep bass sound that resonates through the listener’s body. From the angular, expressionless face to the slightly half-glazed eyes.
When his hand, which was full of broken and torn scars like his face, entered the priest’s uniform, it exuded such intimidation that I almost hit the blade of a spear without realizing it…
“I am a professor and a warrior of the Gwangmyeong Church. He followed the guidance of the light and entered Sig Filund. He wanted to say hello to the owner of this place, so he visited at the most auspicious time when the new sun was rising.”
Priests.
A woman in a red dress was seen coming down behind his huge body, holding the driver’s hand, but Thomas’ mind had already been thrown back to reality when he realized that the white curves he had first seen were the priest’s uniform and trapezius muscles of that monstrous man.
“Sat, through!!!”
A huge man who exudes beast-like intimidation and godliness at the same time.
‘This… a hero of the church!’
Thomas realized. The coachman didn’t drive the carriage so gently because he was driving a really important person. I was really afraid that the carriage would sink so I drove it gently.
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As I followed the butler into the inner room, I heard Lucilla’s exclamation through message magic.
[Wow. You’ve already been doing that.]
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[huh? what?]
[Clothes and hair. I usually wore cheap, baggy leather pants with my top off and my hair tied up roughly, so I looked like a complete barbarian.]
[You must have done that because you liked me. The way I use my body is a bit wasteful and unique, so regular clothes get torn and burst after a while. However, wearing hard armor limits the use of your body. That’s why I wear at least enough to cover my face.]
[Then what now?]
[Because now it was a situation where a piece of clothing could make a stronger statement than a thousand words. My friend said that. Just by wearing clothes appropriate for the location and situation, you can show the other person how prepared you are.]
[So, you went to the temple early in the morning…]
[okay. Looking at the expressions on the faces of the coachman and gatekeeper, it seems like the hard work was worth it.]
It was still nice to the eyes.
I sneaked out the back door of the inn at dawn, ran all the way to the temple, and brandished the archbishop’s handwritten letter like a horse tablet. The bishop, who instantly became a yes-man, brought two of the largest priest’s robes from the temple and had them altered to fit my body. minute.
Even though it was custom-made, the priest’s uniform was tight on the body, and thanks to this, the rugged outlines were visible at a glance beyond the soft priest’s uniform, making it even more terrifying.
The coachman, who had dropped Lucilla off yesterday and stayed at a nearby inn, had been waiting in front of the inn since dawn.
It was very interesting to see the eyes that were full of anticipation lose focus the moment the inn door opened, like a dead fish.
To put it bluntly, my body has now grown a little more and is slightly smaller than Notum, so people who see it for the first time may be confused as to whether this is a monster or a human.
What’s more, the driver was completely entranced by the fact that the monster appeared instead of the girl he had been waiting for, and that he was wearing a priest’s robe that was so tight that it seemed like it was going to burst, and he was putting his hands together.
“I hope you can forgive my lack of welcoming guests. “If the lord had known that a high-ranking member of the Gwangmyeong Church would come, he would have prepared a meal in a more open place…”
“…It doesn’t matter. Even if it is hidden by a thick wall, there is no place where the light does not enter.”
My current appearance literally looks like if I were to be stabbed, holy oil would flow out instead of blood.
Even if you ask, ‘What’s your name?’, you say, ‘Roharam.’
Even if you ask, ‘How old are you?’ it’s ‘Roharam.’
Even if you say, ‘Why the f*ck did you come here-’, you say, ‘L-Haram.’ He was acting like he could answer.
[But is there any need to hide your identity? Anyway, it’s the same as being a warrior of the church.]
[It’s completely different. Religious authority works in a completely different way than political authority.]
To put it simply, religion exploits the common belief that they are literally ‘uncommunicative bastards’ who are outside the scope of reason.
Just look at him, dressed like a mercenary as usual. I’m putting a lot of effort into recruiting a daughter-in-law right now, but it would be inconvenient if someone else gets involved, so ‘those who haven’t been invited, please wait until the lord’s permission is given.’ While doing so, the entrance must have been cut right away.
But what if you say something like that about my clothes and mood right now?
‘…The Vigilen territory is hiding something from the church. With the authority of a warrior who serves the light, I will begin an investigation to see if the Vigilen family is collaborating with heretics!’
You can just go to that level. At least, in their eyes, he seems like a person who can do that.
So, like this, you can face the lord with a high pass even if you are a foreigner who was not invited.
Mei profit-
“Yes, Professor Hero of Light and Lady Lucilla Aedran!”
At the same time as the servant standing in front of the drawing room door loudly announced our entrance, the large doors that you would see in a royal castle opened on both sides, revealing a huge drawing room before our eyes.
Like everything!
thud!
A table was long enough to be considered a banquet table, and knights were seated in an orderly manner on either side of it.
At a glance, the person sitting at the head table at the end was a middle-aged nobleman who clearly had experience in battle.
“A hero of light… That’s strange. “I don’t remember inviting you?”
“Just as a new morning always dawns even if you don’t want it, sometimes there are unavoidable fates. Margrave.”
“…You have a lot of guts. “Do you know where this is and do you stick to that attitude?”
“Of course. Isn’t it right in front of Haram’s eyes? “All the world is under his feet.”
From the first greeting, a confrontation without an inch of backing down. While I was conflicted between the ‘wall and window warrior concept’ and the ‘margrave’s anger gauge’, fortunately the margrave took a step back.
“….what. The family’s finances are not so poor that having a priest’s spoonful of food for breakfast causes the family’s finances to collapse. By any chance, are you acquainted with the church’s hero?”
“yes. “He was a great help to me in crossing the mountain range with only a small van.”
Hearing Lucilla’s humble words, the Margrave turned his eyes to his sons who occupied the seats next to him. It’s like ‘How did this happen?’ With a reproachful look.
“Well, that can’t be possible! “I clearly saw with my own eyes the author wearing shabby rags in the mountains, pulling a cart like a horse or mule…!”
“Latura-ro haram. Monks do not shy away from asceticism. “I did my best because a believer in crisis asked for help.”
“….A warrior of the Gwangmyeong Church in war. He heard that the war situation wasn’t that good. “It’s interesting that you sent someone, especially someone like you, across the mountains to the empire when you wanted to lend a hand to a cat.”
The Margrave looked down at Demikas with cold eyes and lifted the glass on the table as if to brighten the mood.
“If you are a high-ranking person of Gwangmyeong, there is no reason to refuse. I welcome you in the name of Vigilen. “Professor, Warrior of Light.”
With the permission from the head of the household granted, an icy atmosphere fills the air! And I felt it loosening up.
‘…He’s not usually charismatic. At least he’s not just a nobleman.’
The professor quickly sat down on the seat left by Demikas and raised his glass to each other.
“Latura. May light shine on your family.”
“…religious people.”
visor!
Through the dull sound of the bronze goblet, I could hear Demikas muttering as he sat apart from Lucilla, frowning heavily.
It’s not that loud, just enough to be heard by someone sitting next to me.
“…Are you dissatisfied?”
“Consider yourself lucky that you are in front of your father. “My Church of Light does not prohibit priests from marrying, and I know clearly what you are thinking.”
The professor grinned as he looked at Demikas, who showed caution even before taking the first sip of soup.
[Oh my.]
[Um… I think Knight Demikas misunderstood the hero?]
[I heard he graduated from the academy and is a sword user, so I thought he was a pretty good guy. He was the son of an aristocratic family who didn’t know much about the world yet. I think all men in the world are like me.]
I thought it was a good idea to come. Because there were more than one or two things to eat that could be seen right away.
Sweet.
“okay. Lady Lucilla told me to come at any time, so I was more than happy to have my dinner date postponed to the morning, so I have no complaints… What brought the church hero to come here in such a hurry, without even shaking off my castle or mud feet?”
The moment I put the chicken leg that had just been served to my mouth, a question struck me at an inconvenient time.
The professor leisurely ate the chicken with a fork and knife in front of the head of the house, emptied the wine in the glass, and then opened his mouth.
“As always. “It’s about washing away the darkness of the world.”
“The darkness of the world. “Are you fully aware of what that means, clergyman?”
“of course. “More than you can imagine.”
The professor crumpled the bronze cup he was holding in his hand as he answered.
Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!
Sigh!
“Circumstances of heresy have been detected in the Vigilen territory. Bio, requesting cooperation in the investigation of the family and territory in accordance with the legitimate authority of the church.”
Quang!
“You’re arrogant… too much!”
The professor smiled faintly as he watched Demikas jump up from his seat at the words that were tantamount to a declaration of war.
A strong attraction I felt from the moment I entered. A familiar fishy smell. A pull that feels like singing to your soul.
It was definitely true. It was the feeling of my body calling out for Mute’s blood.
‘Somewhere in here… there’s a mute!’
Lucilla I thought it was a good idea to come here separately from work.
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fantasy,
