Chapter 590 – The Concubine’s Wrath and His Sword

000

Tit, Tit.

As the sound of birds chirping along with the morning sun streamed in from outside the window, the four men and women lying strangely on top of each other on the bed felt their senses come back little by little at the same time.

In addition to sweat, they fell asleep covered in various liquids, and the three sisters were clinging to each other, probably to compensate for the drop in body temperature.

To Cleon.

If it’s fortunate, it’s fortunate, it looks like he’s properly dressed even in his sleep.

Of course, as I said above, you’ll have to wash those clothes, too, since you’ve worn them with the liquid still there.

“Uh, uh…”

The first and second attached to both sides of Cleon.

And, the third, who had been lying face down as if covering the three of them, was the first to open his eyes.

“Huh, my back… It hurts…”

Naturally, after last night’s intense act, what she was left with was back pain beyond her imagination of her.

In addition, the marks left on her body during the act with Cleon were n’t just pasted on, so when those parts touched the sunlight, it made her skin tingle and hurt.

When her youngest child her struggled on top of her, unable to properly control her body her, Zwei, awakened by the weight of her her, let out something like a moan at Draine.

“D-Dryne… It’s heavy…”

“Mi-sorry… Nu, someone push me off…”

In the end, it becomes like asking the people below as if they couldn’t get up on their own.

However, Cleon is clinging to the two women from both sides and can’t even budge, and Aine and Zwei are so sore that they can’t even control their arms properly.

If you grunt and twist her body to solve this situation-

Knock, knocking on the door came from outside.

“Cleon…? Are you awake? A guest has arrived…”

At those words, the three sisters opened their eyes.

What came from outside was the voice of Quon, the hostess of this mansion.

“That, it’s dangerous for her to show her this form of her…!”

As Aine, who does n’t lose her poker face in most situations, talks like that, she somehow gets Draine out of the way, gets her body her up and tries to put on her clothes properly, but-

“Oh, it’s open.”

Apparently, I forgot to lock the door when I came in.

Of the three, Dryne was the last to enter the room, so when Zwei and Aine looked at the youngest lying on top of them with her eyes in disbelief, Dryane avoided her gaze with her cold face.

“Hey, wait a minute, Kuon!”

In the end, somehow, Cleon tries to stop her, but her Quon’s hand her is already on her doorknob her, so if you open the door without her resistance her-

“…”

Dryne lying on top of Cleon with her buttocks spread.

And Aine and Zwei (half-naked) lying on either side of Cleon, unable to properly control her tousled hair.

Traces of the liquid left on the bed sheet and floor, and most of all, Cleon was naked.

The light disappears in an instant from Quon’s eyes as he watches the scene.

“Cleon…?”

The wind blows.

The windows were closed, so the hallway was blowing from where Quon was standing, a cold wind with an extremely low temperature.

Even lower than the body temperature of the snow woman that Aine had seen from last night’s action filled the room.

Eventually, Cleon raised one of her hands and exclaimed, palm facing Quon.

“Oh, I’m not mistaken, but hear me out…!”

Of course, hearing what the woman’s enemy had to say, Quon grinned and then—

“If it’s not a misunderstanding, don’t think of making excuses!!”

001

About 10 minutes after Quon’s angry cry reverberated through the mansion.

The four of them went into the bathroom of the mansion together, quickly washed off all sorts of things that were on their bodies, changed into new clothes, and came out to the living room and knelt down in front of Quon.

“…I mean. The reason Cleon fell was because of a ghost inside him…”

“Yes…”

After hearing the explanation, Quon puts a finger to his forehead and talks as if to organize the situation. Cleon nods and shows a white tree trunk sprouting from his arm.

It seemed to be slightly smaller than yesterday, but I couldn’t help but notice that it was still noticeable.

“In order to control that ghost, three people decided to help… This is it? That’s why it was necessary to do such a thing.”

Dryne and Zwei nodded eagerly.

“Of course. We have no intention of stealing Cleon’s ball from Miss Kuon. Please rest assured.”

“… Cleon doesn’t care about that and she is the kind of person who hugs women…”

To that, Cleon wanted to answer ‘force majeure’… But in the current situation, no matter what she said, it was obvious that she would go against her planting her, so she lowered her head from the beginning and maintained an attitude of reflection.

Suddenly, when I turned my gaze to the presence and glances, I could see Emma, ​​Sasha, and Amelia secretly watching Cleon and the three sisters of Bangwidae through a crack in the door at the entrance of the living room where the party was gathered.

Oh, plus Gonzalez.

“Ugh…”

Even though she thinks that as an adult, if she does n’t set an example for her children, Cleon feels guilty, thinking that this time was definitely her own mistake.

In that situation, Quon, who glanced at Cleon’s arm his, turned to Aine again and asked a question.

“…So, is Cleon’s body her a little better now?”

“Oh, no. We haven’t finished the finishing touches yet… Last night’s action should be said to be preparation work to open the magic connection between Prince Cleon and us.”

Rarely, Aine avoids Quon’s gaze while breaking out in a cold sweat.

Seeing her like that, Cleon quietly listened to her words, and she could n’t help but react with ‘Huh?’.

“Finishing work? I’ve never heard of a need for something like that…”

“…Originally, I was going to finish it quietly while Prince Cleon was asleep… But, the action took longer than I thought… Oh, of course it doesn’t take that long, so don’t worry …”

Watching Aine talk while stuttering her words, Cleon wonders why she was so frightened by Quon…

Of course, it is self-evident that even Lila trembles in fear when the normally kind Quon gets angry, but it was something strange about her that even the half-gwidae, who did not know the circumstances of her family her, trembled like this to her.

“Then would you like to do the finishing touches?”

“Oh yes…”

To Quon’s words, she stood up from her seat again with a short answer, and Aine moved close to Cleon’s deformed arm and raised it.

Then, the coldness peculiar to the snow woman flowed little by little from her hand her, and the white branch protruding from his arm her began to gradually decrease in size.

When Cleon looked at his arm because he felt something tickling, three circles of magatama appeared on his shoulder.

“This?”

“It’s a pattern of exorcism to control ghosts. We, too, have this engraved somewhere on our bodies.”

When Aine answered Cleon’s question like that, the bodies of the three people she saw yesterday passed through her head, and she muttered involuntarily.

“…I don’t think I saw you yesterday…”

“It does n’t usually come to mind. Oh, but in Dryne’s case, it’s sometimes covered by the pattern on her wings her.”

And, when Aine removed her hand her, Cleon’s arm her returned to its original color and the branch that had been sticking out completely disappeared.

“I’ll be fine with this… Maybe… Maybe…”

While muttering that, she looked at Aine, who was a little uncertain, while Quon and Cleon looked at him as if it were a little strange.

“Why such an ambiguous expression…?”

“The thing inside Prince Cleon isn’t a ‘ghost’, to be precise. It’s something a little different. Whether it’s a devil, a wicked thought, or a fragment of an evil spirit. It’s just working. A little more information will be needed for treatment.”

When Aine said that and touched Cleon’s arm her, he too nodded.

“We’re already looking into that, so don’t worry. …When that’s over, you might owe it another shot.”

“I don’t think we’ll have to see the same scene again today…?”

Quon and Aine, who had an uneasy expression on their faces, couldn’t answer anything because they didn’t have any definitive information.

When tension and silence flowed between Aine and Quon, Dryne, who could not stand it, jumped up from her seat and said subtle ahaha while laughing.

“Well, then we’d better go! We’ll have to escort Pamela too!”

“Right! Shi, excuse me!”

And Zwei, who follows Drane and gets up.

As Aine nodded her head at her younger siblings’ actions her, she moved closer to them.

“Then. We’re done… Our names. I’m sure we passed it on to Prince Cleon.”

“…Ah.”

What she wanted to convey, Cleon could understand.

She blushed a little and talked about her and her younger sisters her in an embarrassing way.

When Cleon nodded and answered with a serious attitude, Quon, seeing that, seemed to feel the crisis as a concubine again, and cleared his throat to freshen up the atmosphere.

In the end, Quon let out a sigh as she watched the three sisters from behind as they were being pushed out of the house.

Looking at her like that, Cleon suddenly remembered something about her and looked back at her and asked a question.

“Come to think of it, didn’t you say that Kuon had a guest from her?”

“He’s already gone. We can’t let him run into Cleon like that, can we?”

To her words, she could not refute anything, but Cleon made a groaning sound.

“Who came?”

“The blacksmith. The sword is finished. I received it and put it in the living room.”

“Sword…! It’s Mr. Data!”

When Cleon heard that, she involuntarily blinked her eyes. Quon looked at Cleon and she let out a small sigh once again, and then she couldn’t help but laugh.

“Were you expecting that?”

“Ugh…”

As if she had been stabbed in the right direction, Quon grabbed the hand of Cleon, who unknowingly made a weak sound, and led her through the hallway.

“Then, let’s go check it out. Cleon’s new sword.”

001

Turning her time back a bit, it was in the middle of the day when Cleon was being preached by Quon.

In the living room, the four people who had just been watching Cleon through the crack had gathered and were looking down at the objects piled on the cloth on the table in the living room.

“The person who came earlier… You said you were a blacksmith, right? Then, is this Cleon’s new sword?”

When Amelia tilts her head as she asks that question, Sasha nods her head in response.

“That would be true! The sword of Mr. Talchek, which Mr. Cleon cherished, has not been seen for a while. Perhaps, it is broken…”

As Amelia and Sasha are talking and trying to figure out the object’s identity, little Griffon Gonzalez, full of curiosity, cautiously reaches out for the fabric.

“Fiat!”

She talks as if she’s going to confirm what’s inside.

When Sasha and Amelia startle and try to stop her hand her by extending her arm her- ‘bang’ from behind her and her arm her extends to stop Gonzalez.

When her two men who tried to stop her raised her head, her Galatea, who had returned behind her Gonzales before she knew it, was holding her back her.

Looking at her, who had returned to her tall height, Amelia looked up at her as if she was nervous somewhere and talked.

“Thank you, Galatea.”

“Ah-ah-. I came because I was told that I had a strange presence. It was finally completed and even delivered. Cleon’s sword.”

After saying that, Galatea goes to the sofa and sits down with Gonzales in her arms.

As he pulled her fluffy hair into her arms and rubbed her chin against the top of her head, Gonzalez gave a chuckle as if it tickled him.

“It’s better not to touch that sword. Except for Cleon.”

“I-I don’t mean to, but… May I hear the reason? As far as I know, this sword is just an ordinary sword with adamandite…”

Of course, it’s already far from normal in that it uses adamantite.

The ‘ordinary sword’she refers to is the swords excluding the various demonic and holy swords that she has seen many times in her short life.

Swords that do not speak on their own, cannot change into human form, and each have their own abilities.

Comparing it to those swords, one could say that a sword that can only be swung is an ‘ordinary sword’.

“I’m sorry. I’m saying this because it’s not an ordinary sword.”

When she said that, she set down her Gonzalez her in her arms and reached for the tips of her fingers to the cloth that lay on the table.

If you unwrap it carefully, what emerges is a sword with a rugged crossguard neatly placed inside a dark red scabbard.

Even compared to Talchek’s sword that Cleon wielded, the size of the weapon and blade didn’t seem to differ that much.

“Can I just open it like that?”

“Because I’ve already seen the inside. Well, if you ask me to wait until Cleon comes, I’ll do that.”

At her words her, Amelia and Sasha nodded and decided to wait for Cleon.

“Okay, okay. …Eight.”

Galatea nodded as if she understood and smiled wryly.

But suddenly, as if it were just a show, she reaches for the handle of her sword, changing her choice her.

Then, in an instant to draw the sword from the scabbard.

Ugh! A sound that seemed to cut through space resounded, followed by the sound of metal crashing again.

Then, it breaks free from Galatea’s hand her and lands on her desk her.

“It hurts…!”

When Galatea touched her own hand, her fingers her, which had hardened to the same strength as the blade of her demon sword beforehand, showed her her blade her exposed.

Seeing that part was red from frictional heat, I could tell that something had bitten her finger.

“Gwa, are you okay, Mr. Galatea?!”

When Sasha ran right up to her and tried to look at her finger her, Galatea looked at Sasha and replied that she was fine.

“It’s nested in. Even here. There’s a guy more annoying than us, right? Caliburn.”

As Galatea narrowed her eyes, she spoke to Caliburn, who now stumbled out of her room-

Carly Byrne jumped wide and opened her mouth to make her yawn, and she said ‘mmmm…’ For a moment.

She speaks while looking at Galatea with her half-open eyes.

“… I’m sorry I just woke up and didn’t know what you were saying… What?”

“Be serious when talking seriously!”

At that time, a gurgling sound is heard again, and Cleon, who has finished talking with Quon, appears.

Then, after making eye contact with everyone in the party, a barrage of questions poured out.

Who they are (although I’ve met them in the form of anti-ghosts), what happened last night, and whether Cleon’s body her is okay.

“I’ll explain everything later! For now, starting with this…!”

And once Cleon has calmed down the curious party, it catches her eye her to see Galatea rubbing her hand her.

“…What’s wrong? Galatea?”

“Yeah no… Be careful~ I almost got cut.”

As if to warn Cleon, Galatea smiles and shakes her hand.

Quon looked back at Galatea and Cleon, and watched Cleon approach the sword and grab the handle of her.

In a situation so tense that he unknowingly swallows a gulp, when Cleon draws his sword, Sasha and Amelia, who had seen Galatea’s precedent earlier, carefully crouch and prepare to be surprised…

With a shrieking sound, he slipped out of the scabbard in Cleon’s hand like a calm girl.

And her figure her, as if she had become a real girl, was noticeably dyed in a pale red that hid her shame her.

The sword was made of adamantite, and the metal melted from the sword used by Cleon’s teacher, Talchek, was used.

Because of that, no one could have predicted what it would look like.

What came out of the scabbard was a sword so beautiful that it felt like a ‘beautiful craft’.

It may be a characteristic of the metal that it turns black after processing, and the blackened sword body looked as if it contained black magic.

And as if wrapping the blade, the blade was dyed in wavy crimson, and it was clear that the will to Talcheck was still there.

“…One sword, one sword, one star. Appreciate it.”

When Cleon put those words into his mouth her, for some reason, the sword felt like it was quivering.

“…Talchek’s sword. It’s definitely here. …I only do the blacksmith work that Herti trusts and entrusts.”

If it was another blacksmith, such an outstanding processing would have been impossible.

So, I wanted to thank him in person, but-

“Data-san said before he put down the sword and left. ‘Thank you, I will receive it by asking how you make that sword’.”

Earlier, he talked about meeting with him.

It is the user, not the maker, who completes the sword.

Just like Talchek built a legend with an ordinary iron sword.

“Galatea. Caliburn.”

So, Cleon looked back at his two swords and returned the new sword to the scabbard and talked.

“…This sword is a sword to protect you. It’s for the sake of things you don’t want to cut. A sword I made.”

“…”

After hearing Cleon’s story, Galatea and Caliburn were silent for a moment.

“You guys have protected me so many times up until now. This time, I will protect you guys. With this sword.”

“Well, if you say that… I’ll be looking forward to it, Cleon.”

Galatea smiles and Caliburn smiles clearly while yawning.

Suddenly, Cleon could see that there was something inscribed with the characters of the East on the scabbard.

“…Data-san engraved this? Quon. What does this read?”

In response to his question of her, Quon came closer and looked at the inscription on the scabbard, and he said:

“This… Ah. This one has ‘Cleon’ written on it.”

“…Is this my name?”

Something, it felt like it was really different from the language of the kingdom, but writing names on things felt like academy students, so it was a little strange.

Quon nodded his head as if he knew how Cleon felt, while talking.

“There is no name for this sword. If I had to give it a name, it would be ‘Cleon’s sword.’

At Quon’s words, Cleon shuts his mouth for a moment and ponders the meaning before nodding his head.

Then, he returned the sword completely to its scabbard and hung it around his waist.

There was a feeling of heaviness, something that made me feel at ease.

“…Oh! That’s my first class!”

“Ahhh-“

When Galatea sees Cleon like that, she suddenly becomes angry, and she herself changes into the shape of her sword and hangs in the same place as Cleon’s sword.

Then Caliburn went to the waist on the other side and occupied a wide space by herself.

[Let’s go, Cleon! Today we’re sortieing in Full Armor Cleon. My arm would be fine too. If someone who thinks of Dharma or Karma comes along, I’ll blow it away!]

When he hears Galatea’s voice, Cleon smiles and nods at her.

“…Sasha. Can you help me today?”

“Is it me? Of course!”

At Cleon’s naming of herself, Sasha nodded happily.

“Ah. Actually, there is something I want to track down. As expected, I should say that I feel reassured if Sasha is with me.”

Sasha passed Cleon with her ears perked up and her tail wagging.

“Lord, I’ll prepare and come!”

“Slow down. It won’t be too busy.”

Whether or not she heard Cleon’s words, Sasha ran to her own room.

“Cleon. Anyway, can’t she flirt with girls when she’s with Sasha?”

“What do you think of me…”

“Women’s enemy…?”

Cleon didn’t respond to Quon’s words and just lowered her head.