Chapter 192 – 191. Tightening Poison (5)

“Damn, zenjaaaaa!!”

Why is it like that again?

The name of the woman with narrowed eyes is Polik Senero, she has brown hair and blue eyes, her hair is tied up in a ponytail, and she wears clothes that are simple and easy to move around rather than flashy. She is piled up like a mountain of documents. Woman looking at field.

She is Paris’ younger sister. And she is looking at the papers that the Scherwitz family has to deal with, with her slightly weary eyes tidying up her own abode.

And the same goes for Cassandra next to her.

The dark circles running down her dark auburn hair showed how much hardship she had suffered.

Sister Cassandra.

… No, she changed her name to [Ilione] Now.

That’s right, because it’s the same as the name of the Demon Lord [Cassandra], I changed it to say it’s ominous. And Ilione looks at Paris, and at the same time, [Polyxene] Also looks at the spot where Paris passed by.

“…Why is he doing that again?”

“There is a golden sun. A golden sun.”

“Ah, that foul-tempered mage from Magia?”

Don’t be famous.

Naturally, she openly challenged her brother, Hector, and made a fuss about her, so she semi-forced him into signing a contract. Oh my god, I’m going to hold you on a leash, and if you don’t, I’ll do whatever I want.

By saying this, Hector made a contract.

There is no idiot like this.

Do all geniuses have a traitor-like side?

Apart from that, his ability was certain, and the news coming from the outside was that he had already been injured, and that he had repaired all the broken weapons left behind by the dead. In addition, he had withstood Brother Hector’s spear, and instead of being destroyed, he had saved the wearer’s life. He said he even tried to cast a spell to save him.

However…

“…Paris, you shouldn’t have accepted that son of a bitch.”

“…Sister, we are still family.”

“Family? Polixene, what do you mean by family? A bastard who destroys a house is not called family.”

Polixene was a little reluctant to the opinions of Cassandra, or rather [Ilione], Who had not liked Paris for a long time. Why.

If you look at his actions, it’s clear that he’s a really fucking big brother.

When I looked at her movements for a moment, I realized that every single action she made was absolutely shitty, and at the same time, despite what her older sister Ilione said, I felt strange that the thoughts of [We are still family] Crossed my mind, but I immediately realized that it was the same thing. A strange phenomenon is occurring where strangeness disappears.

“…What can I say? My father doesn’t even pretend to listen to me. Geumtaeyang… Wow, such a monster obediently follows my brother’s words.”

A contract is a contract?

In the meantime, perhaps because Paris is being condescending, the priests are interfering with the work of the Golden Sun.

In the meantime, the priests summoned the Angel of Olympia, but the Golden Sun easily destroyed it and tore it to pieces, as if saying something.

“…”

Do you know?

The future of their families is dark.

The moment when a huge monster defeats God.

The figure looking at them with shining golden eyes.

That still remains in my mind.

…

I don’t know.

We’ve already come too far to think about that.

Frisia is also on the verge of ruin, and their family is probably one of them. The country itself is already on the brink of ruin to say that it is only Paris’s problem, and we have come too far to blame it on just one individual.

The war situation is so bleak that I have had that thought twice.

Knights dispatched from Camelot, and knights and other iron soldiers.

What should we do in a situation where there are even flying objects?

I remember it wasn’t like this even when Demon King Cassandra was alive.

Ilione, and Polixene.

Even as the two hold each other’s eyes and sort through the paperwork and documents that need to be processed, Ilione clicks her tongue as she sees Oinone following behind Paris.

…

It was simple from the first night, but if there is someone who wants to take me, I want to ask them to take me.

It’s truly so pitiful.

But something a little different.

It seemed like he was no longer clinging to Paris.

…

When Ilione felt something was strange, she got up from her seat, and soon after she got up from her seat, servants came to her.

“Lady Ilione, Lady Polixene, this is a call from the matriarch.”

“…Call?”

“…Well, it’s already meal time.”

“…Isn’t that the only thing?”

“There is a golden sun.”

“…”

Gold sun.

It’s the golden sun…

Clark, who is said to have killed his father in Magia. And a powerful mage who was exiled from Magia. Priests, the Olympian gods, the Church of Jupiter, as well as the Church of Apollo and Diana.

They were busy disparaging and criticizing Geumtaeyang and [Clarke – Dawn Bringer] In various ways.

As a result, they resorted to modifications.

Even though he was already blocking people’s eyes, he couldn’t deceive himself.

It was none other than the [Blessing] And [Curse] Given to him by Apollo.

…

Olympia will be destroyed by monsters.

Except for one thing.

And the day she saw it, she was so scared that she couldn’t sleep well that night.

The eyes of the monster that destroyed Olympia were [Gold].

Even if you tell this, no one will believe it.

From the time she rejected his advances, Ilione’s [Wisdom] Was cursed by Apollo so that no one could trust her.

Golden sun…

The golden sun brought by Paris.

And Geumtaeyang quarreled with her brother Hector, and instead of exploiting him, he even helped her with a contract that was almost like coercion. In addition, they even helped us with an unprecedented amount of 1 gold piece later.

Geumtaeyang, I don’t know anything else, but as a result of watching him fight against his brother from afar-

…

Even if all the heroes in Phrygia come together now, they cannot defeat him.

Wouldn’t it be great if Menelaus, Agamemnon, and their brothers, who are showing off in the north, could help us a little? At least there is no problem there and they have thoroughly defended their territory, so it would be fortunate if they do not take this opportunity to declare independence.

The water surface is blue.

Should I say blue?

Priests say it’s a typhoon in a teacup, but you know what?

…

He was the bomb.

It is also a bomb that will decide where it will explode at any time.

Upon arriving at the dinner venue at his father’s call, Clark, Hector, and his wife Andromache. Even my father and mother Hecuba.

…

And-

“Chefs, you have to stand in line and get your heads together, right?”

“Sorry!!”

“Now, what did you say earlier?”

“How dare a woman spit on her food!”

What the hell is this?

It is difficult.

It’s very difficult.

As always, I don’t attach much importance to eating. It’s good if it’s delicious, and if it’s not to the point where I can’t eat it, I’ll eat it. If it’s not to the point where I can’t eat it at all, I’ll eat it and hold on.

Priam, Duke of Scherwitz, and his wife, Duchess Hecuba. Hector and his wife Andromache.

First dinner, and then some drinks.

I look at Arash and Hector sitting next to me.

Actually, the food itself wasn’t really bad.

The ingredients were fresh, and so fresh that they were plentiful.

To put it naturally…

What is it.

I have to say that the seasoning was a bit too strong and the cooking time wasn’t right.

To put it simply, what should have been grilled medium was cooked well done, making it very dry, but the meat itself tasted good, so I was able to put up with it, and I didn’t want to mess with someone else’s meal, so I ate it quietly.

-Wait a moment, if you don’t mind me being rude, may I prepare another meal for you?

And when Anna saw my expression, she immediately realized that I didn’t like the food and said that.

-There is no compromise in the master’s meal.

…Called.

And as a result, the kitchen chef and all of the kitchen cooks were now here, lying in a line with their heads pressed together.

That’s right.

Anna’s cooking was the best no matter who ate it.

And Anna’s cooking skills were so great that they made them admit without a doubt that they had done too much cooking, and the new dish they brought, especially the dish made with the ingredients Anna had prepared, was a feast, and it only lasted 30 minutes. It looks like it was solved.

I don’t know who made it, but it’s really amazing.

“…Wow, it’s really delicious. Is it the same food?”

Arash, this guy was tearing into the steamed pork thigh that Anna had just cooked. The tendons were not properly removed, and unlike the dry meat, when he tore it, it broke apart gently, and he was impressed by the taste of the dish that even had the seasoning on the inside.

How did you do this in 30 minutes?

Anna is so sincere about my meal that she prepared a dedicated magic for my meal.

Really.

But sometimes it seems like too much…

“Actually, I was able to hold back and eat it.”

“No. Master, you are a noble man, of course – I can never allow you to endure and eat.”

“…Tsk.”

That’s right.

There is nothing we can do about this since she will not retreat even if Anna dies.

If Anna is like that, then so be it.

Of course, I am sincere when it comes to meals.

After hearing how bad I was eating and cooking, he went to the extent of not letting me cook unless it was a special occasion.

In the meantime, it looks like another person came, and Hector also looked at Anna and me as Anna was talking to me while wagging her tail, and then he looked at me and said.

“I can’t believe that the person sitting next to me was having a fight with me. Is there any owner in the world who is so pressured by a maid?”

Of course it is. Naturally, it is right for me to educate Anna to be careful about this. Don’t get hit. But other than that, the seasoning is a bit off.

Oh my god, some asshole put lemon juice on my food when I didn’t even order it.

I don’t know who it is, but I’m definitely going to kill that bastard who sprayed me like that. Really.

“In all my life, I’ve never seen a place that sprinkles lemon juice on it beforehand. And that’s from the kitchen! Do you know that the taste deteriorates? The beef is so undercooked that it’s eating the salad. Really. You don’t feel anything after eating it. Don’t you know this? Even after eating the bongrok, they still serve this kind of crap. You guys are very good at holding back from playing around with your food, are you?”

“…Keuhum.”

I keep my mouth shut as if I have nothing to say about it. It’s a meal that nobles would eat, but it’s true that if the seasoning is so messed up, it’s truly a mess.

“Are you really sensitive when it comes to food?”

“…Especially if it goes into my mouth.”

“You are truly loved.”

That love is heavy.

Naturally, the two women were called here by Hector’s servant.

The Duke of Scherwitz, Priam Scherwitz, who was looking at Anna with a dumbfounded expression as she was pounding her kitchen chefs in a row, looked at the two women and his daughters, then quickly came to his senses and spoke to them.

“Ah! I’m glad you came at the right time. Ilione, Polixene. Since it’s dinner, I thought I’d stop by.”

From here, I think I know what Duke Priam’s goal is. From the moment he secretly summoned his two daughters to the servant without saying anything to me, I knew what the old man was aiming for, but I deliberately pretended not to know.

And here, to politely decline.

And what the two daughters have in common is that they have deep dark circles even though they cover them up with makeup, which means they are quite tired. Judging by their aristocratic dignity and the fact that they are wearing clothes that are easy to move around in, they must have at least a basic understanding of what the situation is like.

Well, that’s good.

“…It’s dinner, but before that, father, there’s something I’d like to ask you.”

“Ilione.”

“Brother, I need to point this out. Why are you serving a meal to at least one of our [Members], I don’t know, who committed violence against you?”

Oh, I had more concept than I thought.

Did you say Ilione?

“Ilione.”

Hector calls Ilione, but of course she deliberately tries to dampen the mood, as if she intended to leave in the first place…

Well, that’s good.

“I need an answer to this, father. He already fought with my brother, and even made an unfair [Contract] Under the guise of a half-threat. Is this really worth crushing Scherwitz’s pride?”

It’s pride.

You’re playing.

“Well, my country is ruined and my pride is ruined. Even if a kitten uses magic, shouldn’t I give him fish and treat him well?”

“…What?”

That said, I won’t tolerate someone who came here with the intention of putting me down. Of course I won’t tolerate it. Why me?

In the first place, I came here solely for [Performance] And not to become Scherwitz’s son-in-law.

“At least there is only one person who is like a human being, so I am signing a contract as a trial version this time. I am from the duchess of Pantalone, princess~? Don’t talk nonsense, the country is ruined, but that guy’s pride is ruined. I was looking for pride and made it like my house. “Would you like to burn without leaving a single speck behind, Miss Cassandra Scherwitz?”

Your mother, you motherfucker.

“W-what?”

“Oh, excuse me. I didn’t think you had the right to say the word ‘pride’, so I just yelled at you. Your brother gave up his pride in the first place, so why are you even more damned? I’m telling you to attack me. Just being a bastard who preys on other people’s women is enough. “It’s a bitch, but would you like to experience that a real woman can be beaten? I’ll give you a special opportunity to beat her for free.”

What am I going to do here to build up goodwill? Of course, our relationship is a [Business] Relationship, and we are not tied by blood, marriage, or anything like that. That’s right, I have no intention of becoming in-laws with this guy Paris.

Anyway, it looks like they’re trying to ruin the atmosphere with some stupid tricks and then get out, but there’s no way around it. Cancer!!

“No one else, but Hector Scherwitz, the person your father, the Duke of Scherwitz, is most proud of, gave up his pride and made a simple contract to save the troops fighting for Phrygia, and you mention pride here. Damn. “There is no other nonsense like this. Who’s pride is the most crushed right now and why are you mentioning pride, you fucking creatively empty-headed bitch?”

“Hey, Clark, if you’re going to swear, swear, and if you’re going to be polite, be respectful.”

Arash, who was next to me, spoke with an embarrassed expression. It’s strange that Hector and Priam Scherwitz, two people who should be angry right now, are silent after hearing what I say. Hector looks lost in thought, and unlike Duke Priam Scherwitz and Duke Eleuard, he appears calm and looks at me intently.

I know.

This guy is really messing with his head right now.

“…That’s rude. There’s no need to say that to your sister, right?”

The one next to him was Paris’ younger sister, Polixene.

Naturally, I was angry because he gave me a head-spinning verbal abuse. I admit it.

But what?

In the first place, I still couldn’t come to my senses and was complaining about [Pride], So I complained because I felt like shit.

“Now, Bringer, let me calm down. After all, I was the one who called these two here.”

“Let me ask you this bluntly. You will have to explain why you brought this idiot here who didn’t even try to look at reality and mentioned ‘pride’ as an opportunity to escape.”

“…Are you not planning on marrying my daughters?”

“Here, I’ll give you an easy choice. Just picking it up or me pretending to be crazy and destroying it all. Which do you prefer?”

“…To be honest, I admire your abilities. Plus, Arash Kamanga. Don’t you know that?”

“What are you talking about?”

“…If you are in the golden sun, I will make Pantalone-“

“…”

“…”

Me and Arash.

He and I look at each other.

Pathetic.

They both seem to think so.

Are you like that too?

Hey me too!

…

The story can be told just by looking at the eyes without any lies.

And, there is a ton of things I want to say.

But really.

From my point of view, I can’t really attack him openly because he is a part of the Frisian resistance, and from Arash’s point of view, he doesn’t seem to want to use any force since he used to be next to his superior, and Hector holds his eyebrows at his father’s explosive remarks.

“Father.”

“Hector, think about it. If you miss this opportunity-“

I don’t know anything else, but I know one thing.

…I think I understand why a bastard like Paris came out.

I have this now.

Violently.

I want to say it out loud, very passionately.

This family is alive thanks to a great son who is not worthy of a shitty father, and an older brother who is not worthy of a shitty brother.