Chapter 92 – Rules of Barbarism.

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After Usher runs after Medea. Lyudmila was glaring dissatisfiedly at the remaining Belka. The vigilance in her light brown eyes and the fierceness in her eyes were enough to make some of her children cry despite the dwarf’s really small size. Her girl, who became her target, only faces her with an unknown golden light as if she is not interested in her. But it was Belka who opened her mouth first.

“Sit together.”
“Under?”

Lyudmila looked at her, doubting whether what she now heard was clear. Even her Belka was patting the seat next to her with her hand and inviting her to her seat, feeling friendly enough. Lyudmila looked at the girl like her with her delicate face and went and sat down opposite her instead of the one she knocked on. Still, her Belka just looked at her as if she had nothing to do with it. And silence followed again.

Before Medea left the store, the waiter brought her drink and was taken aback by the reduced number of people and the number of people changed. She left the two cups empty and left the remaining cup in front of Belka. When Lyudmila frowned at that. Her Belka grabbed her cup which was in front of her own and pushed her as she was.

“Drink.”
“Are you sympathetic now?”
“Don’t you want to drink?”

She asked sharply, frowning even more at him, but her girl tilted her head incredulously. Lyudmila, biting her lip for a second, called the waiter.

“Waiter! Another drink like this one!”

Then she took one of her two remaining cups, not Belka’s, and drank it down. Holding the cup, which looked large for that small body, with one hand, and swallowing half of it in one gulp, she let out a puff of her breath. And she was slightly dizzy, grabbing her head and staring at her cup. Inside the transparent glass, a light brownish-yellow, transparent drink was frothing.

“This is Yell. I’ve been drinking secretly since before, but now I’m confident like an adult.”

Watching Lyudmila talking to herself about what she was so dissatisfied with, the girl lifted her cup and held it in her mouth.

“You, that!”
“?”

She yells at her as if she’s surprised, but Belka just blinks at her and looks at her. Lyudmila ruffled her black and white hair with one hand as she looked as if she had no idea what she had just drunk.

“Did you know what it was and drank it?”

Belka shook her head at her question.

“As expected. Even though it’s sweet like a drink, it’s alcohol.”
“Alcohol is sweet.”
“That’s not it!”

Lyudmila banged her head at her girlishly simple conclusion, she didn’t know what to say.

“Haa, that’s okay. What to do with a kid like this?”

She sighed.

“You mean alcohol. If you drink too much because it makes you dizzy, you’ll start a riot before you know it, right?”
“Then why are you drinking?”
“I don’t know about that. Maybe there’s something I want to forget.”
“Is there anything you want to forget?”
“That’s a lot… Wait, I didn’t mean to talk about this!”

Lyudmila, who involuntarily started talking about something else, exclaimed.

“Anyway, drinking is bad!”
“Not good?”
“I’m not saying it’s unconditional, but don’t drink it?! A kid like you can get into trouble if he does something wrong!”

Shouting at the girl trying to drink her gel even while she was talking, Lyudmila drank all the gel that was left in her cup and held out her hand to her.

“Didn’t you tell me to drink it? Give it to me now.”

Belka held out her own cup to her request without much complaint.

“Ugh, it’s sweet, but I can’t stand more than one cup.”
“Then I may drink.”
“I’ve had quite a few, so it doesn’t matter! Isn’t this your first time eating?!”

As the girl nodded her head, she continued her words as if to look at it.

“I’m sure! If it’s your first time drinking, drink with someone you can feel at ease by your side!”

But Lyudmila’s lips hardened at the sight of Belka as she slipped her hand into the cup she had brought.

“…What did I just say?”
“Do you drink with someone you can feel at ease with?”
“Then why are you trying to drink ale?”

The girl stared at Lyudmila instead of speaking. Knowing what Belka’s eyes meant after seeing her, she exploded before long.

“Be wary of people you’re seeing for the first time!!”

Lyudmila panted as if exhausted by the conversation, then quenched her throat with her yellow.

“Whoa, really. What trouble did I go through again because of him?”
“Are you close with Medea?”

Did you hear her muttering? Lyudmila stared at the girl asking about Mediah. Even in silence for a long time, Belka met her with her calm golden light, and it was Ludmila who eventually averted her eyes first.

“No.”
“Lie.”

Her eyes widened at the words of the girl who returned resolutely before she could finish her words. It was Lyudmila who wanted to ask how you knew that, but she only muttered those words in her mouth at her golden light staring at her. Yeah, maybe it’s a lie. Even though she thought it was a lie, she couldn’t believe it. Could it be because she hastily inhaled the yel? Even though five years have passed, she still clings to fragments of her memories that come to her vividly.

Unlike the guilds coming from other countries, the guilds that went back and forth without being disbanded were able to gain wealth and honor by themselves because they simply wandered among the alliances of Lantua. Ludmila was thus born to her father, who ran one of the great troupes around Lantua. Needless to say, it was great luck. Having toured the lands of her Order with her father and seeing how many people struggled with life, she couldn’t help but notice.

They were the ones who cherished and treasured even a single fairy tale. Even iron coins were the people who hoarded them, saying that they were precious. Actually, she was most familiar with iron coins or silver coins. Also, they were afraid to even come out of the territory in case they were attacked by monsters. Perhaps because of this, she also realized that she sees the merchants who run the guild and roam the federation as mistresses risking their lives for money. Indeed, she was safely protected by the mercenaries hired by the upper ranks.

Thanks to her, Ludmila could see and feel many things, but she had no friends. She actually had guys she was forcibly dating, really, there were some kids she met occasionally, but could she call them friends? According to her father, she taught her that it was all her connections and that her friends should be wide and shallow, but her father Ludmila could not understand her father. Then, who will help you when things are really difficult? Who can understand you?

“I understand, but that’s how the world is. Study when you have time to think about it, or figure out what your friends like and dislike. It will help you more in life.”

Her father would never know how that hurt her self. As her grown-ups always did, Lyudmila kept her mouth shut. She was all they wanted was a good kid who was easy to deal with. Her own thoughts did not matter to people. Then one day. Her father, who always behaved confidently with others and never gave up on her stubbornness, urged her to look really good this time.

The man named Aeolus seemed like a cold-blooded man without blood or tears. Was it because of her father’s bowing down to him? She often had people her father treated that way, but she seemed particularly harsh when she treated him. Then he met his eyes.

“Her daughter looks about the same age as Medea.”

That word was enough for her to make it her duty to be Mediah’s friend.

“I’m not going to consider you a friend. I’m just hired to talk to you. Don’t ask for more than that.”

When she meets Medea for the first time. Perhaps it was because of her repulsion towards her adults that she drew a line between herself and herself. Most of all, she made friends like that, even though she didn’t speak out like she did in Mediah. She only knew how to do it, and that’s how she drew her line. The more she lived together, the more she realized that Medea and she were a better match than she thought. It was a very strange yet comfortable feeling to be considerate and cared for without saying that we were getting used to each other.

“Are you regretting it?”

Her girlish questioning holds her back to her reality, where her drunkenness has sent her back to her past. Regret it

“I always do that. If I hadn’t done that, maybe he wouldn’t have been hurt either.”

Maybe if she hadn’t drawn the line first, she might have been friends sooner? Even now, five years later, she regretted it, Lyudmila was not sure that she would be able to cross the line she had drawn herself. If you draw the line like that first and approach it brazenly, who can really like you? And then she grabbed the sleeve of her dress, which she had no sense of, with her other hand. This was the cost and scar of her stupidity.

Nonetheless, one hand could hold a pen, so she learned her top job from her father. No, she was more often praised for her ability to concentrate than before. Even so, whenever she stopped by this estate, she always came to this cafe to kill time. She sits in full view of her which is her favorite spot for him. Waiting for her one day to come to her first. She didn’t have the courage to go first, she thought, but she was so impudent that she just waited.

Then she finally wanted to greet Medea who came here. She already had other children by her side. She couldn’t stand the fact that she even looked friendly with a girl and walked away. She wondered if she might be a child trying to use her media again. On the subject she doesn’t even deserve it. But she seemed to be able to tell after talking like this. To the extent that this girl would not harm Medea.

“How’s he doing?”
“Who?”
“Media! Mediah!”

I hated the girl who pretended not to know who it was, even though it was obvious, shouted Lyudmila. Belka nodded her head only then.

“If you don’t say it yourself, no one will know.”
“I know that. I know. But what about scary things?”

I’m still worried She always came to this manor because she wanted to see it at least, so she found this place. But she realized now that she doesn’t have to. Because she already had friends by her side.

“Media. She likes to be in the garden, but she hates the heat. When we play there, we play in the shade of the trees.”

It was the same for Ludmilla. The feeling that her clothes were soaked in sweat and clinging to her was the worst.

“Sometimes when I go out to play, I run too hard on things that I don’t even have physical strength for. Be sure to dry them off and bring them here.”

There are a lot of people’s eyes here, so if you can, you won’t be in trouble.

“Yel says to drink in moderation. She’s been drinking secretly since she was little. She’s not feeling well and if you don’t stop her, she’ll drink up to five cups.”

Was her highest record of 10 cups? Lyudmila, who drank a lot at the same time, suffered from a headache the next day, but Medea drank a glass of water and lived a refreshing life, so she got tired of that. Still, alcohol wasn’t good for her body, so she had to stop. Lyudmila laughed at the fact that she knew so much about Mediah as she went through it one by one and taught them what to be careful of and what to be careful of.

“So. Take good care of him. If you leave him alone, he will dig endlessly.”

So ended her last words. The girl listened attentively to what she could have said simply as drunkenness. She could barely be satisfied with that look. It would be fine without Lyudmila now. Her heart ached She suffered as if a huge hole had been pierced, but she was also slightly relieved. She looked up at her yel in her own hands. Her two glasses were a bit heavy, but it was a drink she would never have again.

She drank all the yel from the glass. The same bad intoxication was messing with her head, but for the first time she thought it wasn’t bad.

“I’ll go now. For Mediah… No.”

Just like that, Lyudmila was about to leave her post. Suddenly, someone hugged her. Although she was a little shocked when she was half rushed into her arms. She couldn’t resist the nostalgic scent of her that came with him.

“Lyuda!”

A nickname I haven’t heard in a really long time. In the end, she couldn’t overcome her heart’s overflowing tears.

“Mea.”