The Indomitable Martial King Chapter 26

But Reppenhardt just maintained a frighteningly serious attitude. He didn’t seem to even hear Cilan’s complaints. Seeing him working hard to choose clothes, Siris suddenly tilted her head.

‘little… … ‘It’s strange, isn’t it?’

Leffenhardt’s choice was entirely based on the wearer’s convenience. Completely exclude clothes that are flashy or sexy on the outside, and choose clothes that are practical, durable, and comfortable to wear. It was incomprehensible. If you’re going to take it off anyway, why bother worrying about the fit?

In the end, Reppenhardt bought colorful underwear, several good-quality dresses for everyday wear, and two sets of blouses, black pants, deerskin boots, and a jacket for travel. They were all of the highest quality, items that a decent noble would wear. When Siris went inside, changed her clothes, and came out, the shabby appearance of the slave disappeared and an antelope from a noble family who had just set off on a trip stood there.

“how is it? Does it fit your body?”

Siris was honestly moved as she moved her body slightly. She had tried on many fancy dresses as she had been sold here and there, but she had never worn nice clothes that felt comfortable and clung to her body like this. She was luxury in the truest sense of the word. The other guys had no choice but to take off everything, so they only wore cheap dresses that looked fancy on the outside but were actually cheap.

Plus, I surprisingly liked the color and design. It was as if he knew his taste perfectly.

‘good night… … .’

But unlike what was in her heart, her expression was still cold. Although it is a little different from what I expected, that is not a reason to evaluate this young man favorably.

Seeing Siris’ still cold appearance, Repenhardt scratched his head as if he had misunderstood something.

“Hmm, I’ll get you better things later. “Right now, I’m just wearing that, as if it’s a shame.”

Siris frowned, wondering what kind of nonsense he was talking about by buying such a luxury item. She wondered if she was bluffing again. Anyway, men!

But Leffenhardt was sincere.

In her previous life, Siris did not wear any man-made objects when traveling. She covered her entire body with artifacts from the ruins of the Silver Age. Such as boots with a space movement spell, pants with a force field, or a survival jacket with an absolute survival spell. Even the underwear was a first-class magic tool that Reppenhardt enchanted for a month to completely absorb all moisture and waste and provide the wearer with the best feeling. In terms of level alone, it is higher than the magic sword Altion. You could literally say that I was wearing a castle.

So, compared to that, these clothes without any magic are bound to be poor. Repenhardt muttered to himself, feeling sorry.

‘Hold on a little, Siris. ‘I’ll soon search through the dungeons and scrape everything off.’

After gathering the remaining clothes, Reppenhardt carried the luggage and came out. He again felt strange that he would leave his slave Siris alone and carry the luggage himself, but she said nothing. She thought that since she was a person who would soon break up with her anyway, no matter what she did, she would ignore it.

“Siris, aren’t you hungry?”

Leppenhardt, who left the store, asks the question again. Siris frowned slightly. As expected, there was something strange about this owner. She keeps asking her doctor who is a slave?

‘What do you think you are doing to a human woman?’

Of course, it’s none of her concern. This time, Siris repeated the same words like a parrot.

“Do as you wish, master.”

“Well, so don’t think of me as the master… … .”

“Do you want to return it?”

“No, I don’t mean that… … .”

Reppenhardt clicked his tongue at the sudden call for a return. Ah, how should I explain this?

“It would be nice if you just treated me as a fellow traveler. “So, can’t you call me by my name instead of ‘master’?”

At the moment Siris heard Repenhardt’s sincere words, she felt all her doubts disappear like fog caught in the sun.

‘Oh, was that the setting?’

I had been wondering something strange earlier, and I finally figured out why. This large young man was now treating himself as a fellow female swordsman from an old adventure story.

Adventure stories leave so many children behind, so many of the children who dream of becoming adventurers admire a fellow beautiful female swordsman. This is also the reason why the occupation called slayer was created.

Of course, no adventure story ever shows an elf, a slave race, as a female swordsman, but in reality, there are almost no beautiful female swordsmen, so I heard that there are quite a few perverts who replace them with elves. This guy also seemed to be into that kind of role play.

‘Well, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to give it to me for a while in return for giving me some nice clothes, right? Anyway, after a few days, they will realize that there is a difference between delusion and reality and they will make a fuss and say they will return it.’

Siris nodded obediently.

“Yes, I will call you Mr. Repenhardt.”

‘ah… … .’

It is her voice that I have longed for so much. Although it was cold, it was still a title in my memory. Dim memories come rushing back to her, and her heart flutters.

Reppenhardt started walking towards the restaurant. So he didn’t realize that Siris, who was following her, was looking at him through her pitiful eyes.

‘Anyway, all humans are the same.’

2

‘Redanti’s Grace’ was one of Zeppelin’s most famous restaurants.

This restaurant, named after Redanti, the goddess of earth and abundance, was so renowned that it dared to bear the goddess’s name. Lee Man-do, who was a chef under the direct command of the kings of each continent, signed a contract with the wizard’s guild to preserve the freshness of out-of-season ingredients and use them in cooking, earning him a high reputation among gourmets from all over the world.

Of course, the price was beyond imagination. First of all, since it was preserved using magic, the cost of ingredients was on a different level, and most of the chefs were paid a noble-level salary, so it was impossible to even calculate the cost of a meal in any currency other than gold coins.

The reason why they were able to display such a blasphemous sign so openly was because the Zeppelin Parish of the Redanti Church operated this restaurant. Well, according to doctrine, it is their duty to serve the Goddess by processing the products of the earth, which are Redanti’s blessings, and giving them to people, but no matter how much they thought about it, they just kept doing it because it made them good money.

“If you really want to be generous, shouldn’t you provide food for free?”

Cilan grumbled as he looked at the sacraments laid out on the table. As a priest of Philanense, he was quite dissatisfied with the Redanti Church’s strong interpretation of the doctrine.

Leffenhardt chuckled.

“Doesn’t the Philanense Church do similar business?”

The Order of Philanense, the goddess of love, beauty, and charity, had an aesthetic salon in each diocese and was conducting a beauty business for noble women. To be honest, she is not in a position to criticize the Church of Redanti.

“That’s what a goddess of love and beauty should naturally do, and it doesn’t go against the doctrine. But that’s not the case here, is it?”

“I heard that Philanence Aesthetic Salon also charges quite a bit of gold coins?”

“Yeah, that’s true, but… … .”

Silan, who was speechless, came up with another problem.

“No, why are lobsters a product of the earth? “If we are going to keep our doctrine, we should remove seafood from the menu altogether.”

But it’s delicious, so I keep eating it. Yum Yum.

Now, they were sitting on the second floor of Redanti’s Grace and enjoying the course meal.

As expected, the food was excellent. Even Silan, who was a high-ranking priest who enjoyed decent meals, realized for the first time that meat dishes could be delicious without mint.

Grilled deer thighs with scented candles, apricot bread that melted in your mouth, and sea bass that looked as fresh as it was caught even in the middle of winter were served one after another. Silan kept complaining and stuffing dishes into the empty space.

Reppenhardt kept glancing at Siris as he cut a large piece of steak and brought it to his mouth. Like an elf, she was eating salad made with fresh vegetables, white bread, and apples and figs soaked in honey. Chewing bread, Reppenhardt spoke to her.

“You received slayer training, right? “Then what weapons did you mainly learn?”

I already knew the answer, but it was a topic I brought up because I wanted to talk about something. After swallowing her vegetables, she answered quietly.

“I learned short sword, long sword, secret sword, and archery.”

“Then I guess I should prepare a weapon?”

“yes.”

After giving a short answer, Siris goes back to eating. It was a difficult atmosphere to put into words, so Reppenhardt clicked his tongue.

‘Tsk, you don’t like it here either?’

In fact, this was a place that Siris loved in her previous life. She especially enjoyed the menu she is eating now. So it was their little pleasure to come here once a year and enjoy a meal to commemorate the day they first met. After he founded her Antares Empire, he was called the Demon King, and she remembers how regretful she was that she could not come here.

Even though I came to her favorite place and ordered the food she enjoyed, only a cold wind blew on the table.

‘Wow, it’s so cold… … .’

The current Siris is so unfamiliar as it overlaps with the past life where she whispered love. The girl in her previous life had also lost her smile when we first met her. But her eyes are different. Although it was vain, it did not contain such feelings of hostility and contempt.

‘Is it because we met too early?’

But there was something Leffenhardt had not thought of.

In the past, he appeared before Siris as a savior.

But now he appeared before Siris as a buyer.

There is only one letter difference, but the meaning is heaven and earth. Honestly, why would Siris look favorably on Reppenhardt just because he’s pretty? Since I was rescued from abuse in my past life, of course I wouldn’t feel any hostility, but things are different now.

Without even knowing that, Reppenhardt was guessing that since Siris was still a girl, she had an instinctive aversion to men.

‘Well, maybe someday you will realize the truth, right?’

Whether in a past life or now, Siris is just Siris. She is the lover he is destined to love. If so, she will eventually follow her destiny.

It wasn’t the reunion he was hoping for, but Leffenhardt wasn’t disappointed. His attitude toward himself was cold, but when he was eating pickled figs, his expression slowly relaxed, so it didn’t seem like he didn’t like the food.

Leffenhardt laughed softly. He was happy to see Siris eating deliciously.

‘This is enough for now.’

After finishing the meal, Reppenhardt went straight to the arms dealer. He was trying to buy Siris a weapon. This time, Siris also chose the weapon herself. Unlike clothing, it is very important to check how well a weapon fits in your hand.

Besides, no matter what, the food I bought from Redanti’s grace was delicious. It was really delicious.

From the beginning, it was Reppenhardt who ordered only the menu items she liked the most. It’s impossible not to like it in her mouth. Siris maintained a cold attitude on the outside, but on the inside, it was so delicious that it brought tears to my eyes.

As a result, although I didn’t admit it to myself, my liking for this ‘crazy big pervert owner’ had subconsciously increased slightly. So this time, Siris also obediently followed Repenhardt’s role play(?).

“Now, sir. This is the highest quality product in our store. You won’t be able to get it anywhere else. Hahaha.”

The owner looked proud as she brought out a series of swords, daggers, and daggers that she could use.

This time too, Reppenhardt’s money was still the same, all of them being of the highest quality. Even the cheapest dagger was made by dwarves, smelted with the magic metal mithril. A few hundred years ago, it would have been a valuable item that could only be used by nobles or royal families, but in today’s era, most dwarves have been enslaved and mass-produced under humans, so items made of mithril are somehow being released into the market.

Of course, even so, it is still precious. Because it is a large commercial city the size of Zeppelin, these items are also available.

“What do you think, Siris? Do you have anything useful?”

Repenhardt asked, secretly looking at Siris’s eyes. She was measuring her center of gravity while holding a rapier made of mithril and steel alloy. Seeing that, Reppenhardt suddenly said.

“Hmm, isn’t this better than that?”

What he was pointing at was a silver-gray scimitar located to the left of the unfolded weapons. Like the rapier, it was an item smelted from mithril and steel alloy. Siris was surprised for a moment.

‘no?’

Originally, the overwhelming majority of slayers used rapiers. This is because most female swordsmen in adventure stories use rapiers. That’s why she chose it without thinking. She wasn’t particularly trying to accommodate role play, but subconsciously she thought that Reppenhardt would like this.

“Why are you recommending this?”

Siris asked with suspicious eyes. Repenhardt answered without thinking.

“huh? “Didn’t you originally use a scimitar?”

In fact, Siris’s best weapon was the scimitar-type sword. The rapier, which is mainly used for stabbing, is useful against people and other humanoid races, but it is not very useful against giant monsters, so although I learned it, I did not like it very much.

‘But how does this person know that?’

It was as if he was well aware of Siris’s skills. Even when choosing her clothes or ordering a restaurant menu, I knew her tastes so well that it was surprising. This is definitely the first person I saw today!

Seeing Siris’ suspicious expression, Repenhardt also stiffened his face as if he had missed it.

‘Ugh, I made a mistake. ‘What excuse can I make?’

Unless you’re a stalker, how would you know the tastes and skills of the woman you saw for the first time today? Leffenhardt was embarrassed and blamed himself. I think my image is already bad, so what if I get accused of being a stalker on top of that?

Of course, Siris didn’t think that far. If you are at a level where you can infiltrate and stalk Elvenheim, which has strict security, you will already be a legendary Thief Master. Could it be that a master of stealth like that would just be stalking elf slaves?

But there are still things I don’t understand. It was the car that Reppenhardt whined about while looking at Siris who was puzzled. Silan threw the rope of salvation.

“Wow, I heard that a martial arts person who has reached a certain level can recognize familiar weapons just by looking at their hands. That’s really amazing, isn’t it, Mr. Leffen?”

“ah… … .”

Siris made a satisfied face. Of course, I didn’t have that kind of talent, but Reppenhardt did his best to show that he did. And I was secretly grateful to Cilan.

‘Thank you, Cilan.’

After arming themselves, Leppenhardt and his party left the weapons store. In return for his help, Reppenhardt showed his generous spirit by buying Silan a mithril dagger.

Of course, Silan did not know dagger skills, but still, having a dagger was useful in many ways, and it was a dwarven mithril weapon. Silan was happy and excited about the unexpected harvest.

“Wow, even though I’ve seen it a lot, this is my first time getting my hands on a mithril weapon.”

Repenhardt smiled bitterly.

“Yeah… … “You’re a priest, so why have you got a weapon?”

If it’s a warrior monk, a crusader cleric, or a paladin, it might be okay, but if Silan, a pure priest, or a priest, has weapons, you can see that they’re already on the verge of the end.

Still, Silan continued to grin as he played with the dagger. Since he was still a boy, he seemed happy to have acquired such a valuable weapon.

We were leaving the weapons store and heading to the inn. Just as they were passing the intersection, a group of sturdy men blocked their path.

“I have something to say to you for a moment.”

Everyone had a gloomy look, so it was clearly not a life of quiet work. Moreover, everyone was armed. Reppenhardt stepped forward, wary.

“Is there a problem?”

A middle-aged man who appeared to be the leader of the group looked behind him and opened his mouth.

“Is that slave the Slayer you bought in Elvenheim today?”

“… … however?”