Chapter 101 – Accumulation.

“Well, there’s no time to rest since dawn.”

Donnar muttered, putting on one or two of the armor he had set aside for himself. Originally, this was the time when he should have been asleep, but he had to be awakened by a sudden knock on the door. What’s going on? Another monster attack.

“I will. I never thought that the monsters would attack until this time.”

Because of this, Sif also woke up and helped him put on the armor. It wasn’t a problem to wear Paciphenia’s armor alone, but I was thankful that I could wear it faster if someone helped me.

“I can’t help it. It’s normal to be like this. It’s just that Pacifenia was strangely peaceful.”

It was doubtful whether the time filled with the blood and screams of compatriots, whom the people neither knew nor tried to properly know, could truly be called peace. Perhaps the civil war is still going on in Paciphenia. Maybe things are worse than when they left. To the point where it made me feel bad that the past, when dragons attacked every single day, was much better. Every time he remembered that fact, a heavy sense of responsibility came back and weighed on him.

“Sif, I still wonder. Was it really a good thing that I left there?”

So it was. What did you say to Sif? Donnar recalled that time once again. His words telling him to leave Pasifenia. In fact, Donar was more opposed to the upper house plan to leave the country than anyone else. It was still a civil war against them. It was an obvious fact that if they left, it would be even more disadvantageous. Because I didn’t want to miss even the slightest possibility, I wanted to save more people. But he was here.

“Is it okay for me to be this happy?”

Many of my compatriots must still be dying and dying there. Even here, many people are dying from monsters. He’s getting used to it here. There were times when the luxurious and monotonous daily life that started like that sometimes felt stuffy as if it would suffocate him. Sif hugged him affectionately.

“Sif?”
“I’m sorry. I don’t know the details of Donard’s feelings.”

She doesn’t know what life he’s been through. She was just carefully predicting, intertwining her words with those of others. It wasn’t something that could be said to be understood lightly.

“But is Donard worried about him?”
“…Uh.”

He was greatly indebted to Him, but the fact that he had no way to repay the favor made him even more distressed.

“Actually, so am I. So I kept fooling around with wanting to be by his side. He put me in the carriage and told me to be happy.”

So Sif was half-forced into a wagon and left.

“I couldn’t understand. Why couldn’t I stay there? Why did you think I couldn’t be happy if I was there?”

Especially when it happened to Pan, she even briefly resented him for sending her in her carriage.

“But now I’m happier than ever. And it’s all thanks to Donard and no one else.”

Sif’s words reminded Donnar. He told her to keep his word. The request she had failed.

“Then don’t be distressed. Nothing pleases me more than the fact that you love me.”

That said, she was his savior. He kissed her on the mouth. Sif didn’t reject his lips either.

“Thank you, Sif. Thanks to you, I’m feeling better. I’m going to work now.”
“Yes, please be careful.”

It was when he was about to leave the room wearing the remaining armor.

“Whoa.”
“Did you wake up because of me?”

One of the children sleeping in the bed next to him woke up and looked at him with a half-wound golden light.

“Where?”
“Something happened all of a sudden. Ask Usher to train in the afternoon. You get some more sleep.”

He didn’t mind letting him train alone, but he must have had a little too much to drink, so he figured he’d struggle a bit in the morning. No matter how old you are, you are still young, but what the hell is so difficult? I stroked the heads of Usher, who had fallen asleep after drinking a lot, and Belka, who were dozing off, and left the room while Sif saw them off.

“What if the leader is the last to be late?”
“Did you decorate it if you twisted it?”
“Ooh~ What a mess!”

He hurried off to exchanging playful bruises with his comrades. To protect this precious daily life, his family.

“Okay.”

Usher awoke to a dizzy sensation like a ringing in his head.

“Water, some water.”
“Here it is.”

And when he got up earlier than expected and looked for water, the girl’s voice and the touch of the cold glass touched his hand. Without thinking, he just drank the water from the glass. As the cold water trickled down his throat, his thirst barely quenched, and he looked around to see Belka with a bottle of water on a small chest of drawers in a brightly lit room.

“Oh, I should have gone to the morning training.”

Looking at the time, it seemed that it was already too late, but the girl grabbed him as he was about to get up, wondering if he should leave now.

“Belka? Anything.”
“They asked me to tell them that monsters came in at dawn and postponed training to the afternoon.”

At her words, Usher forced him to lie down again, trying to raise him. If possible, I would have gone straight to training. Strangely enough, his head hurt and his stomach ached, so it was impossible. The girl watched him and anxiously brushed his forehead. She seemed to be getting a little better at her cold touch, but she still couldn’t calm down. Then Belka, who was staring at him, asked.

“Are you having a hard time yet?”
“I think I’ll throw up if I’m wrong.”

It felt similar to motion sickness, but not like motion sickness. I wasn’t even riding a carriage right now. I thought about what the hell was the problem, but no matter how much I thought about it, there was only one thing that could be the cause. Yesterday, Medea said that it relieved Lyudmila’s stress, and she brought a lot of Yell. She said it was quite delicious, so she drank a lot at the same time, but at some point she couldn’t remember her properly. Was this what alcohol was? As Usher struggled with the pain still ringing in her head, a foul smell wafted from somewhere.

“Are you awake?”
“Sister Sif.”

Sif had entered the room with a bowl and a spoon on a tray. Then, in the bowl held out in front of him, he saw something hard like fish flesh floating in the clear, yellow broth.

“What’s this?”
“I had leftovers from breakfast. I brought it because it was said to be good for relieving a hangover.”

I understood Sif’s words, but there was only one bowl. I remember that Belka also drank Yell.

“What about Belka?”
“Because I don’t need it.”

The girl raised a bowl and spoon. Then she scoops out the contents of the bowl with a spoon and holds it out to him.

“Is that Belka?”
“?”
“I can eat by myself.”

Even when Usher said that she would eat herself, the girl just stared at him and held out her spoon. If it were just the two of us, I wouldn’t have cared and ate it.

“Then I’ll go to work now, so take it easy.”

Seeing his gaze, Sif laughed mischievously and went outside. Eventually, Usher sighed, and as the girl took the soup she offered her, the savory taste lingered in her mouth like the scent.

“Is this pretty good?”

The hot soup, as if it had just been boiled, calmed my stomach. Thanks to that, the girl drank the soup she offered her on a spoon, and it was after she had consumed all the contents in her bowl.

“Looks like I’ll live a little longer.”

By then, the headache that had been plaguing her head had gotten better, but the problem was that she had nothing to do. It seemed too late for breakfast and training was postponed to the afternoon, so I woke up at an odd time. Then I saw the girl putting her bowl and spoon on her tray and carrying them away.

“Where are you going?”
“Because I said you can bring it to the kitchen when you’re done.”
“Then let’s go together.”

Usher took the tray she was trying to lift instead. Belka tried to accept it again, saying it was her own business, but he went with her to the kitchen, saying that she would not be scolded for bringing it with her.

“Were you working in the kitchen?”
“I applied because I like to cook.”

And I was able to run into Sif, who was working in the kitchen.

“It just happened to be better than that.”

She then held out one of her large saucepans to him.

“Will you bring this to the lady?”
“To Medea?”

He wondered if soup that was said to be good for relieving hangovers was served for breakfast at the right time, but he remembered that he wasn’t the only one who drank yel yesterday. Since Medea was a lady of this castle, and Ludmilla also did not seem to be of a low status, she must have prepared a meal for the two of them together.

“It was too heavy to ask Belka to bring it to, so I thought I’d bring it myself. There’s still a lot left to do to wash the dishes.”

The large, silver-polished pot looked heavy at first glance, but when he lifted it himself, it was quite heavy for Usher to lift because of the contents inside.

“All right.”

As Usher was accustomed to such trivial errands, she obediently accepted her request.

“Then I’ll ask you.”

I couldn’t have Belka do something like this. Mediah didn’t seem to have any particular intention of taking care of a girl, but Belka had a naive side somewhere, so she said that it was work and she took care of Mediah. She acted more like a babysitter than her maid, but perhaps she would have picked up this heavy thing if he hadn’t followed. Anyway, I needed to find out what it was like after the memories of yesterday disappeared from them. So, she followed the girl and stood in front of Medea’s door.

“Aaaaa!!”
“…What is this again?”

Although the sound was hard to hear from the inside, Usher stopped for a moment at the loud scream that resonated outside the door, but the girl knocked on the door without hesitation.

“Come on in.”

And what I heard was the extremely peaceful voice of Mediah. For a while, I felt a sense of alienation in the atmosphere that was so different from the scream I heard earlier.

“Oh, you brought it just as well! It seemed like Ryuda couldn’t stand it.”

In her room, seeing Lyudmila grunting while holding her head with one hand, and Mediah welcoming them without showing any sign of pain, I could tell who the owner of the scream was.

“Lyuda. Wake up. Supra?”
“Turn it off.”

Struggling with her words, Lyudmila, barely able to get herself up, crawled towards her saucepan that Usher had placed on her kitchen table and barely settled down in front of it. Then Belka seemed to be about to pour the contents of her pot into her separate bowl, but Lyudmila took her girl’s bowl and drank her soup.

“Ugh, another bowl.”

Belka had to keep making her soup for a while for Ludmilla who was grunting.

“Was a hangover that painful?”

Usher, who drank just like her, was quite sick, but not so much that she couldn’t control her screams or exertion, she said.

“A hangover is originally. Everyone is different. Lyuda is weak to alcohol, but she drank so much yesterday. It can’t be helped.”

She nodded her head at her words and realized something odd. Judging from Lyudmila acting like that, it’s clear that this soup has come.

“How are you all right?”
“Because I’ve always been strong against alcohol. About 10 bottles are okay, right?”
“What.”

Usher barely remembered. The last time she remembered, she had 5 bottles, and Ludmila also remembers that she drank that much. But she drank half of her, Lyudmila is like that, and Usher is not as much as me, but she is in pain. She asked Belka, who was still making her soup for Lyudmila, just in case.

“How many bottles of Yell did Belka drink yesterday?”
“Just one drink. I thought it would be difficult to have more than that.”

It seemed that the girl was fine simply because she drank less.

“We are?”
“Media had 10 bottles, Usher had 6 bottles, and Ludmilla had 4 bottles.”

There was a difference by one bottle more than expected, but the amount of Yel that Mediah drank was really large. No matter how much she drank, there were individual differences, but the fact that Mediah, who drank the most, was the most fine, made Usher speechless.