Chapter 234 – Dinner

000

“Wow… It’s really engraved. Is this the seal that represents the connection between me and Cleon?”

After completing all of her actions her, Cleon washed her body her once and stayed there until she got up.

Medjed growled on the boat just before the sun completely set… She made a noise and she was started by it, opening her eyes and pulling herself up.

And first of all, looking around her, touching her own body Her here and there.

She raised her voice in amazement when she saw the pale purple markings on her belly that had never been seen before.

Then, her Cleon, who had been quietly waiting for her, nodded her head and focused her mind for a moment, talking to her head her.

[In this way, objects connected by imprinting can transmit telepathy.]

“Wow!? A voice in my head! Can I do it too!?”

Cleon smiles wryly at her refreshing reaction her and nods her head.

The first time I did this to Sasha, she was as surprised as I was…

Thinking of the same thought, she closed her eyes and seemed intent on finding a way out of her Cleon, which had stretched within her.

[This, can I do this?]

Cleon could n’t help but exhale pure admiration at her quick adaptation her, which immediately sent an answer to her head her.

“It’s faster than I thought. I don’t have magic, but it might be that I have a higher sensitivity than others to touch that invisible part.”

“That’s right. Hehe…”

Medjed was scratching her head as if she was sitting down, embarrassed.

“Ah!”

Then she suddenly noticed that the animal spirit ears that had grown on her head had disappeared.

Come to think of it, the reason she mixed her body was to get rid of that instability in her soul her.

Mejed She touched her head her two or three more times, as if she had forgotten, and jumped up from her seat her with her eyes twinkling.

“I did it! The state of the soul is also very stable…! Yes! The body is back to normal! Thank you! Cleon!”

Saying that, Cleon catches her mejed, which jumps into her arms her, into her sitting position. Her chair almost falls behind her, but she somehow catches on to her desk and prevents it from falling.

Looking at her as happy as if she were cured of her fatal illness, she would automatically want to stroke her hair her.

For a while, Cleon, who shared her joy, waited until her heart her calmed down.

Once again, she hears a growl in her stomach her and watches as she blushes and ‘pops’ away from her Cleon her.

“It can’t be helped. You haven’t eaten anything since morning.”

“Uh, yes… Ahaha…”

Medjed smiled shyly, covering her own belly her, but she was once again aghast at the sound of her thunder rumbling from her belly her … And a voice similar to her cries her.

“Su, I need to prepare dinner soon.”

Medjed, realizing that she can no longer hide her hunger for her, stands up and looks around her.

And then, she looked at Cleon for a moment—and then, swallowing her words her, she shook her head.

There was a bit of sadness in her eyes.

“What’s wrong? Mejed.”

“Oh, it’s nothing. Cleon. Thank you so much for helping me today.”

She greeted Cleon with a slightly calmer smile than before, bowing her head and bowing her head.

“…No, if you hadn’t talked to me last night… I’m sure it would have failed. The search for the holy sword this time.”

If it hadn’t been for Mejed, he might have been beaten by the Sun King at the very first entrance.

Even if I somehow reached her throne room, it would have been impossible to trick her.

So, if she hadn’t been there, she would be… Quon would have had her body her stolen by the Sun King.

“…What I did, I was just giving back for what I received.”

“It’s embarrassing to say that…? Cleon helped restore the spirit veins of this land. He also brought peace to His Majesty Horus and Anubis.”

Debt to each other.

No, it is the result of doing something that can help others with one’s own will.

However, the two realized that the best results brought about by each other’s goodness were everything about this time.

“…Well then…”

Cleon said that and got up from his seat.

Because he stayed here longer than expected, Quon may have awakened.

I might be worried if I don’t show up, so I’ll have to go back soon.

“Tomorrow morning, I’ll see you off.”

Medjed said that and carefully raised his hand.

Looking lonely somewhere, her slender arms her sway from side to side as she bids farewell.

Cleon left her behind and headed to her inn her where her coon and her party her were waiting.

001

Upon entering the old building, Cleon was at a loss for words at the sight unfolding before his eyes her.

There are a lot of bottles of alcohol that I don’t know where they came from, rolling around on the floor, and the smell of alcohol wafts through.

Quon quietly sips her drink her in her corner her, and Vera Stoll falls asleep, drunk enough to drool from her mouth her, snoring at her.

“…Galatea. What the hell is this-“

As she says so, let’s look around her and try to find Galatea.

Something approaches from behind and clings to Cleon.

“Cleo Oon…”

“Wow, drunken zombies…”

Cleon tries to separate Galatea, who has evolved from her magic sword into a monster called a drunken zombie, while staggering her body her for a moment at the smell of alcohol and the touch she feels from behind.

She was already naked as she slowly collapsed to the ground with a voice that sounded like ‘uuuuu’.

“…Where did all this alcohol come from?”

When Cleon asks, she replies instead of Caliburn, who pokes her finger at Galatea.

“Galatin brought it~ higg…”

“Are you drunk too… No matter how young you look…”

“Ehehe~”

Even though she was drunk, she had the bright smile of an innocent child, so she didn’t even have the energy to get angry.

Now, let’s start the investigation based on the truth about her.

The first thing to look at was Galatine.

She threw off the robe she was wearing and was blowing an unknown number of bottles with her legs outstretched, in direct contrast to her calm appearance she had shown until daytime.

“Galatine. Where did all these drinks come from?”

“Ah~ahaha~! Cleon~! You’re back…! Actually, just before she was sealed, she remembered that she had hidden her liquor in an underground warehouse near the tomb~!”

Cleon shook her head and picked up the bottle, though the smell of alcohol that wafted from her gave her a headache every time she opened her mouth.

“Is it fruit wine?”

“Uhuhu~ That’s right! His Majesty Horus liked to eat it, but since there is little water to drink here, the beverage manufacturing technology has also improved~”

If it’s the one the king liked to drink, then it must be delicious.

Looking at the number of bottles scattered around, there were over 20 bottles, so I wanted to say that they were holy swords and demonic swords.

Two women who have been harmed by such three people.

In particular, Cleon, who saw her fainting Vera Stall showing her whites her, first raised her body her to lay her down normally.

I slowly shake her shoulders, but I only hear a dangerous sound like `uhhhhh’ so I let go of her hand while leaning against the wall.

“How much did he drink?”

“Was it a drink?”

When Caliburn responds, Cleon looks down at the bottle and asks again.

“…Is that strong alcohol?”

“No~ The alcohol content isn’t that high… They say they don’t drink alcohol, so I’d recommend one glass as it’s about the same as juice…”

“Ah. Come to think of it.”

Cleon remembers the day she and her first fight together.

She ate her alcohol-infused chocolate and became so drunk that she collapsed on her seat immediately.

He was so weak to alcohol that it was thought that his resistance to alcohol was negative.

“…If you haven’t drank too much, you won’t have to worry about regurgitating.”

Saying that, the moment she was about to leave Verastol.

Poof! She reached out and grabbed the hem of Cleon’s troservants.

“Uh, um… Ugh…”

Again, looking down at Verastol’s hands her, which groaned dangerously, gripping his pants with force.

Cleon was about to remove her hand as he let out another sigh.

“Cleo Oon~!”

“Kuh, wait… My pants are tearing…! Why are you so strong…!”

He was obviously weaker than Cleon, but if he tried to take it off by force, it felt as if the bottom hem of the pants he was wearing would be ripped off.

“You guys…! You guys are bad guys…!”

“…”

And, saying that, she looked at Vera Stoll, who was holding her ankle her, with her cold eyes.

“To the dark horse family… While being a magic swordsman… Being favored by Esca-sama…! You who don’t understand his feelings his… I hate it…!”

Vera Stoll spoke like that, as if she was releasing her suppressed emotions her with the help of her alcohol.

Cleon looked down at her in silence for a moment, stopping her hand on her own her as she let go of her hand her.

She hung her head, was silent for a moment, then-

“But … Worse … Maybe it was me. … I … Failed in his mission his … And tried to betray the human beings who tried to trust me … And also, the person most precious to me…”

The more her voice her emerges from Vera Stall’s mouth, the thicker the sound of her weeping her becomes.

Then, at last, she could not hold back her and burst into tears like a child, burying her face like wiping away tears with Cleon’s pants.

“…”

What it looked like during the day and what it looks like now.

Both of them were emotionally unstable, but…

‘Are you being honest when you’re drunk?’

Cleon sighs as he thinks so.

“Slip.”

The next moment, magic flew from Cleon’s back and hit Verastol’s hanging body.

Originally, she was a crusader and her magic resistance was high, so she would not have slept with such low-level magic.

A body that is currently suffering from a drunken stupor.

“Uh…Uh…”

Slowly, her hands her loosened and she collapsed in front of her, burying her face in the ground.

When Cleon slowly turned her head, there was her slightly drunk, blushing quon pointing at her with her index finger.

“Quon…!”

Cleon’s face brightened as it was a move that could be called her saving hand.

“Cleon needs to play with me…”

“Quon…”

However, her face darkened as soon as she realized that she, too, was not normal.

“It’s okay… Cleon… No, because I’m drunk… Whoa…”

Saying that, shaking her upper body from side to side, she smiled as if she was in a good mood.

Every time she does, her long green hair her sways from side to side, and she honestly feels cute when she sees her unguarded.

“Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah… My magic has returned to some extent. Recovery is slow because I don’t have the power of spirit veins…”

When Cleon walks up to her and hands her water from her canteen.

She took it, picked it up, drank gulp, and whoa… She does and exhales her sweet breath.

Looking at her lips like that, she felt somehow bewitching, so Cleon unknowingly blushed at her.

Quon, who seems to have noticed that, quietly looked at her Cleon her, raised the corner of her mouth her as she bashed her, lifted her finger her, and pressed the corner of Cleon’s mouth her.

“Aha ~ Cleon, her face her turned red. ~ ♡”

“Quon…”

I almost looked away from her watery mouth her, but I couldn’t help but feel the joy of her reaction her.

Cleon only smiled bitterly at her.

After looking at each other for a moment and feeling the silence of time passing, Quon quietly opened her mouth.

“Did you go to Mejed?”

“That’s right. He said he went back home after leaving ahead of us. To say thank you… I also had something to deliver.”

At Cleon’s words her, Quon narrowed her eyes and put strength into her index finger her touching her cheek her.

“It took a long time to come back for something like that~?”

“What… This and that. Something happened.”

To Cleon’s words, Quon responds with a slightly more bad attitude than usual.

“… I mean, I had a dream. Probably the same dream that Cleon had…”

As Quon said, she removed her index finger from touching Cleon’s and looked down at her glass.

Even though it was fruit wine, it was transparent and reflected Quon’s figure on the surface of the water.

With her head down, she couldn’t see Quon’s face her directly—Cleon saw the concern in her reflection her in the water.

“In my dream, I… Threw away my own resolutions and oaths for the sake of Cleon… I was a monster caught up in my own ideals and running amok.”

Quon’s evaluation could be said to be accurate.

She is determined not to get drunk with power.

An oath as a shrine maiden to protect the tree.

And the ideal of making Cleon happy.

The girl in the fantasy-dream was created by intertwining those things in the worst way.

She was an angel only in title and appearance, but in fact her ways she were demonic.

“Perhaps, if something had gone a little wrong somewhere- the story of the ending I might have chosen. Too scary, another me.”

The Quon inside of him is even that Cleon-she trampled on Cleon’s will her to make her happy.

She was so twisted that she succeeded in turning her into a good existence for herself.

“What’s scarier… Is that I had the confidence to say ‘positive’ a little while looking at it.”

And then, Cleon felt the hand her holding her cup her tremble as Quon said that.

That is the fear of the fantasy that Nemea showed.

It was a warning, a very effective blackmail.

Because, the Quon in that fantasy was definitely a woman with the same thoughts as Quon.

However, there was a difference only in the selection.

Whatever she was, she had the potential to become that Quon.

So, in Quon’s heart His, there was a clear sense of alarm and fear.

It was fine this time, but later, when a similar opportunity arose, Quon himself.

The fear of being able to avoid mistakes again.

“…Don’t worry, Quon.”

And, only one person can share that fear.

She was Cleon, who saw her vision, with her her.

As Cleon said, she put a hand on her shoulder her.

Unlike her trembling hand her, Cleon’s hand was firmly fixed and met Quon’s eyes her.

“Even if that happens – Quon won’t make that choice.”

“…Cleon, how can you say that?”

To Quon’s question, Cleon answered quietly.

“Because I know very well that Quon is someone who values ​​me, Layla, Sasha, and everyone else. If she’s Quon now, she doesn’t embrace everything by herself—”

“… To her own desires her. To be honest.”

In response to Quon’s answer, Cleon nodded her head.

That desire was never a desire for power.

That’s right, it might be a little more comfortable. It is the desire of an ordinary person.

She’s not trying to take on all the extra work herself and try to solve it by herself-

Trust her mates, ‘together’ with her mates.

That way- there is no need for more power than necessary.

“Quon. Let me know if you need any help. We will help.”

“…Yeah…! Me too…!”

The words that were followed were transmitted without having to be written in sentences.

Cleon held out her little finger her to her her.

Quon blushed a little embarrassed and crossed her fingers her.

It was a quiet promise.

“Huuuuu~ I’m completely sober from talking about embarrassing things…”

Quon smiled bitterly and fanned her heated face her with her hand her.

Then- ‘Growl…’ In her stomach her. The sound of ‘.’ Was ringing.

“Laugh…”

Startled by the louder than she thought, she shrank as if to cover her stomach her, and Cleon watched her for a moment before bursting out with laughter.

“Ku, Cleon…Don’t laugh so much.”

“Ah, sorry. Haha… Then, let’s go to dinner.”

When Cleon said that, Quon tilted his head.

If the two of them could eat, it was only portable food prepared in the royal capital.

First, Cleon arranged all the drunken zombies neatly on the futon and laid them down, then picked up an unopened bottle.

Then, holding the hand of Quon, who is getting ready after changing clothes, he leaves the inn and crosses the village.

Darkened sky.

In the shabby houses of the village, the light of the lanterns could be seen even outside the windows.

And the two of them stopped – Cleon raised his hand and knocked lightly on the shabby door.

If you hear a girl’s voice from inside saying, “Who are you?”

“I’m Cleon. Quon is with me- by any chance, can we have dinner together?”

“K-Cleon!? Ooh-ah!?”

From inside, a thumping sound came from inside.

That evening, for a girl who had been alone, it was a revisit for the first time in years.

It was a meal time filled with warmth and laughter.