Chapter 546 – Sandwiches and Assassins

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Apparently, it seems that it has rained recently in this area.

As I entered the forest, the slightly muddy ground clung to the bottom of my shoes as if holding my ankles.

Did someone say that an adventurer’s boots become more precious as they wear out?

Amelia, who longs for such adventurers, doesn’t care too much about getting the soles of her shoes dirty.

However, she could n’t help but feel cautious about her steps as she thought of removing the mud from her pants when she returned home.

The footprints of the two people continue, leaving boot marks on the dirt road.

As I walked along, being careful not to step on the earthworms crawling on the ground or the standing water in the middle, I walked a considerable distance before I knew it, and the road in the forest came to an end.

While passing through the woods, Amelia was hoping for something to happen.

However, since it is also a street that people often walk on, the only thing I see is people heading towards Asteris approaching from the other side.

It was about the carriages that overtook them from behind.

I can’t help but think that it’s become a slightly bland road in the forest.

If something happened, she would have been able to get closer to Cleon.

When she hears the personality of the self-proclaimed romance strongman in Amelia’s head mutter, she and herself tackle “Such an idiot”.

The fact that she was confident that she was sure to sympathize with her, Amelia grabbed her own head her.

Naturally, as her steps her get heavier, the hook with Cleon, who was walking beside her, opens slightly.

“Surprisingly, nothing happened~. It seemed like there were always troubles and troubles wherever you went.”

At Schrödinger’s words as he sticks his face out of Cleon’s pocket, Cleon presses his head from above and puts it back into his pocket her.

However, Amelia was also thinking the same thing, so she walked behind Cleon a little bit with an expression that seemed a bit unexpected.

“Amelia. Are you tired?”

And, as if worried about Amelia, Cleon speaks to her.

“Oh, no! It’s okay.”

At Cleon’s words her, Amelia shook her head and waved her hand her.

It was a pleasure to have Cleon worried about him, but even if he did, he didn’t want to cause any concern.

“Yes. If you feel tired, tell me. You don’t have to overdo it.”

“Thanks Cleon. But I’m really fine.”

Smiling shyly, he followed Cleon right next to her and matched her steps to her, and then the voice echoed in Amelia’s head once again.

[What are you doing… B.]

Amelia does n’t show it on the outside to her low voice that she seems to be dissatisfied with something, but inside her she is answering another herself.

[What?]

[If you just said you were tired of Cleon’s questions, then Cleon is worried about you, right? If it’s his personality, he’ll try to carry you on his back!]

Missing such an opportunity! I can not believe it! Amelia, who had been silently listening to her voice shouting her, answered as if she was dumbfounded.

[No, I think he’ll say let’s take a rest for a while…]

It’s not like they’re in such a hurry, and there’s no reason Cleon should carry Amelia.

However, Amelia’s self-proclaimed love genius—no, wanting that kind of development—is babbling and talking to Amelia as if she doesn’t know anything.

[But there was a possibility. When it comes to dating, each and every little chance is important. I know? You’ll have to be a bit tenacious if you’re going to come out victorious when girls like Cleon are looming around you! And shamelessly!]

[Ugh…]

Amelia made a reluctant voice at the thought that something, going that far was not in line with her own inclination to her.

To Amelia’s reaction, the girl inside sighed in frustration.

[So later than Lilim…]

Squash.

The next moment, Amelia slammed her hands on both of her own cheeks, echoing her lilting voice her.

Startled by her voice her, Cleon turned to see Amelia, her cheeks red and tingling, with tears welling in her eyes.

“Oh, Amelia?”

When Cleon cautiously calls her name her, Amelia gasps, snorts, catches her breath, and then looks up at him as if she’s as calm as possible.

“Yes Yes?”

With her voice her trembling and tears hanging from the corners of her eyes her, Cleon looks at her worriedly as she answers with the attitude of not showing such things as much as possible.

“…Aren’t you tired after all?”

“Gwa, it’s okay. Don’t worry too much. It was because there were… Flying insects!”

At Amelia’s words her, Cleon looked her in the eyes for a moment without answering, then scratched the back of her head, got out of her way and went into the bush beside her.

Then, after examining the surrounding land for a while, he lowered his butt to a suitable place and sat down.

“Let’s take a little rest.”

“Uh…But.”

Amelia notices that she may be forcing Cleon to rest because of her her, but Cleon pats the seat next to her while smiling bitterly at her.

“There’s no trace of rain in this area, so it’s okay to sit down. We still have a little more to go, so it’s better to replenish your stamina from time to time.”

And then, as if they had waited, a low voice called ‘Guuuuu…’ Rang out from somewhere.

“…”

When Cleon pauses at the sound, Amelia turns her face red in an instant.

“That’s what I just got from the belly of the princess-“

When Schrödinger tries to say something again, Cleon presses his head and stuffs it into his pocket.

“Come to think of it, if you had followed me, you wouldn’t have even eaten breakfast.”

“Ugh… Yes…”

Amelia walked beside Cleon hesitantly, her face dyed as red as blush, and she sat down cautiously.

“Did you bring something to eat?”

When Cleon asked that question, Amelia nodded and opened the small bag she had brought with her.

Then, there were adventure tools, a canteen, and a small bag that seemed to have been borrowed from Sasha’s.

“That?”

When Cleon curiously asked Amelia, Amelia took it out, put it on her lap, and opened her bag.

Then, there were two small sandwiches with raw ham and green vegetables on top of crookedly cut bread.

“Did you make it yourself?”

“Yes. Isn’t the shape pretty…?”

Amelia looks at the sandwich with a look on her face as if she’s thinking about making it a little prettier.

“No. It looks delicious. I’m a bit surprised that Amelia can cook it.”

“It’s just the ingredients stacked in order. This is the only dish I’ve ever learned to make.”

“To whom?”

Amelia shuts her mouth for a moment, then she replies with a thoughtful look.

“Dear Aurelia. When I went to exorcise demons in a place a little far from the capital, I learned that it was simple food to eat.”

I can’t imagine the scene where Aurelia, Aruru’s mother and mistress of the Tromeia family, is making a sandwich like this.

Maybe she, too, had a hobby of making her own dishes for her husband her.

Amelia naturally asked, ‘How is she doing now?’ She recalls the same.

In the royal capital- I heard that Sir Percys was badly injured while the incident was taking place.

She was only worried that she might be seriously ill with her heart.

“It’ll be fine. Aruru and Rubera are there.”

Seeing Amelia’s expression like that, Cleon spoke as if he had read her thoughts of her, and Amelia nodded her head as well.

“…Yes. I believe so too.”

Then, Amelia put her hands together in a small prayer before meals, then handed Cleon one of her sandwiches that she had brought with her.

“Huh? Ah. I’m fine. I have biscuits and beef jerky.”

When Cleon smiles bitterly and refuses her Amelia’s sandwich, Amelia makes eye contact with Cleon and refuses to return her gun neon her arm her.

“…”

Quietly, without saying anything.

After a while, Cleon grabbed the sandwich she handed him while laughing like he could n’t help it, even though cold sweat broke out on her forehead of her.

Then Amelia’s expression brightened a little, so Cleon couldn’t say anything.

“Then… I’ll eat well.”

As Cleon said, he took a bite of a sandwich smaller than his hand her, carefully taking care not to spill the contents between the buns.

The crunchy texture of lettuce sandwiched between fluffy bread.

And, the sour sauce spread inside, and the smoked ham with the scent of pepper.

Lastly, although you can’t tell from the outside, the sun cherry tomatoes that replace the tomatoes burst in your mouth and wet your mouth.

“…!”

“Uh, how is it…?”

When Cleon is a little started and unable to say anything, Amelia carefully examines Cleon’s complexion of her.

“Ho, did I do something wrong…?”

“Oh, no. It’s okay. It’s really good.”

When Cleon answers Amelia by shaking her head, she lets out a big sigh of relief.

“It’s all good! I was wondering what if it didn’t suit my taste!”

“Honestly, I’m surprised… That’s amazing, Amelia.”

When Cleon praised her Amelia for her cooking skills, even briefly, Amelia felt her eyes twinkle and in an instant something about her filled her heart.

“Well, then. I’ll make it from time to time in the future…!”

“Ah. If you talk to Quon, you can learn other dishes. Everyone will like it. Amelia’s dish.”

At Cleon’s praise of Amelia, she is ashamed to say ‘heh heh, heh heh’ and show a smile she has never shown before.

Although she often shows her mature side of her, she could n’t help but feel happy when receiving compliments.

After that, the two chat for a while while enjoying a sandwich together.

The subject of the talk was Jung-gu heating, but it was a pleasant conversation with Cleon that Amelia had been enjoying for a while.

Although it was always important to talk about heavy topics, the fate of the world.

After all, sometimes I thought it wasn’t bad to enjoy the moment like this.

And- even in good times, the end comes.

Both of them, after stuffing small sandwiches into their stomachs, must have had enough rest. Get up from your seat

“Okay then, let’s go soon—”

After stretching, Cleon’s hand her, which was about to lift the bag to prepare for departure, stops.

Her body she freezes with her bent at the waist, then she shuts her mouth and looks around with her eyes sharpened.

“…Cleon?”

When Amelia called his name her in response to Cleon’s sudden action her, Cleon quietly scooped up his back her and opened his mouth her.

“… I don’t know who it is. Thank you for waiting until I finish eating.”

Let’s talk to the tree near where Cleon was sitting, the next moment-

Shuuk! With the sound of cutting through the air, something flew in aiming at the top of Cleon’s head her.

Amelia also made a surprised face at what happened so quickly, but Cleon calmly held it in his hand her to confirm it.

What he held in his hand was a small shuriken.

It was a kind of throwing knife used for memorization in Eastern countries.

And, at the same time as confirming its identity her, when the same shuriken flies toward Cleon once again, Cleon grabs the shuriken he grabbed and throws it, hitting it and knocking it down.

“Amelia, it’s an enemy.”

“Lady! Stay close to your brother!”

When Schrödinger pulls her face out of Cleon’s pocket and says so, Amelia also gets up from her seat her, holds her posture, and uses her own magic power to manifest her own body her as a medium.

“I’ll fight back too!”

In Amelia’s hands her, which glowed and transformed into a figure several years older than before, her hammer and shield her were held in each hand her.

Yes, it might be safer for her to fight her directly.

Thinking so, Cleon pulled out Galatea from his waist.

[They are fearless guys. Can’t you properly measure the difference in ability with the other person?]

[Those who move after receiving orders… I guess. And that order, there is no veto.]

As she answered Galatea, Cleon rammed her Galatea into the ground.

A black wave extending from the sword swept the surrounding area.

[One two three four…]

As the black wave sweeps over the ground, it scans the tops of trees, the backs of bushes, and the inside of the ground, as well as identifying what it encounters along the way, and relays the location and number to Galatea.

As Galatea counts them, she discards the unnecessary information, and the necessary information—

In other words, it was to filter out only the enemy’s location and hand it over to Cleon.

Then, the next moment, as Cleon pulls out the Galatea that he had planted in the ground, the other hand reminds me of a magic circle composed of magic spells.

“Shock Cloud”

Then, the black magic that Cleon had spread gathered around a specific location, and at the same time, an intense spark exploded.

Their locations all matched the location information transmitted to Cleon from Galatea.

At the sound of her thunderclap, Amelia startled and recoiled as figures staggered out, wrapped around her body her in her black garments.

Number is four. Each one seemed to have suffered large or small damage, but none of them fainted or became incapacitated.

Moreover, it seemed that a purple electric current still remained in their bodies, making their movements painful.

‘It’s a dress similar to ‘Bangwidaedae’, but… It’s not like they’re them. And the equipment is also different. If so, isn’t Quartz sending it?’

Obviously, there must have been great pain from the feeling of being burned inside the body, but Cleon quietly opens his mouth as he sees them not screaming.

“Am I your target? Assassins.”

“…”

Naturally, when no answer came back, Cleon corrected Galatea while kicking his tongue her.

“…Nothing is overlooked. You know very well that ‘questions’ are not the only way to obtain information.”

After Cleon warned them, they moved their arms and made the hand signs.

Then, as Cleon’s magical power covering their bodies was removed, it seemed that they were able to move a little.

“…Utilizing strange magic. Or… Is it ‘Ki’?”

And in the next moment, they rushed towards Cleon like a black gale, each with a weapon in his hand.

Thighs, shoulders, elbows, knees.

A group of shadows aiming at four places at the same timing and jumping in.

Cleon looks at it and calmly swings Galatea to block the attacks.

It’s a fleeting moment close to ‘infinitely simultaneous’, but it can’t be the same time for everyone.

As they move their bodies just before the sword touches them, a metallic sound reverberates, and at the same time their weapons do not harm Cleon.

I pass by him and throw him away.

Not all of them were blocked, some were let go, but Cleon felt something as he watched them move.

‘… These guys, they’re not even paying attention to Amelia.’

That said, I’m sure that the only thing he’s aiming for is Cleon himself.

The fact that Amelia’s true identity is also known is that someone from the royal palace of the East country-

“…The person you heard about earlier, the snitch with the regressors, is your master.”

There, Cleon, who noticed their identity His, opened his mouth.

At that, they flinched and trembled, then loosened their grip on the weapon, and all joined hands.

‘Are you planning to use that strange magic again?’

Cleon thinks so, and he is about to create a barrier to counter magic.

“Haaaaagh!”

When he hears Amelia’s voice of her, he raises the shield he is holding, jumps at the assassin in front of him, and swings his hammer.

Booung! As the bloody sound cut through the air, the assassin jumped back and dodged Amelia’s attack, but an accidental hit would not have ended in breaking her bones of her.

“I won’t let you attack Cleon…!”

Amelia, with her eyes as she seemed to resent the assassins who disturbed her and Cleon’s good mood her, she was to declare to them.