Chapter 401 – Escort -1-

“Evil. Consider this an honor. Theodor Spenta is looking for you.”

“W-What?!”

“Follow me.”

Are you coming or not? A saint has never been given such rich options.

As if everything they needed to say had been conveyed, the Yongin turned their backs and moved on.

‘Me? ‘What’s going on?’

As with Algraat’s work, if we were to tie it in, there was nothing worth mentioning.

But it was not thought that Theodor Spenta would pay attention to such matters.

“···The unit should return to the mansion and wait.”

Juberoa Blanc gave an order to disperse the gathered elves again.

There were some who showed loyalty and said they would follow, but it didn’t look good at all.

Even if Blanc’s elites were making a fuss in front of Theodore, it would only make him feel uncomfortable.

No matter how you look at it, it was an act of suicide.

‘If you were going to kill me, you wouldn’t go through these procedures. ‘I don’t know…’

The saint had no way of being sure why Theodore, who he did not remember having a proper conversation with, was looking for him.

Heavy questions fill my mind, but in the end, the bridge follows the Yongin tribe who came for guidance.

Theodor Spenta is said to be looking for him in detail, but there is no one in the Federal Bureau who can ignore that.

The saint, who had been following quietly behind her, spoke after anguish that made her head cramp.

“Can’t you tell me why you’re looking for me?”

“You idiot. I understand that your heart is full, but try to put weight on that impatient muzzle. All you have to do is consider it as an honor for your family that Theodore has remembered you.”

“···.”

For a moment, cursing rose to the top of his throat, but the saint somehow held it back.

Anyway, I can’t communicate with these things. This is why I hate the Yongin people.

‘You crazy lizards!’

The saint felt like he would explode if he continued to talk any longer, so he closed his mouth and sincerely played with his feet.

How long did it take to walk like that?

The place where the Yongin people stopped is one of the places to see in the capital. It was a tall tower with a bell.

‘It’s not even a separate building in a mansion…?’

The saint rolled his eyes, wondering if it was possible.

The guide pointed to the door leading up the tower.

“You will be looking at the prayer ritual from the top.”

“Whoa…”

“Theodore seems to be in a very good mood today, but he better behave properly if he doesn’t want to burn to ashes.”

“Is this an unusual piece of advice? The content is brutal.”

“I don’t care about your life or death. But if Theodore is angry, it won’t be good.”

There is no set place as to where Theodor Spenta stays, and I heard that it is different every time.

Juberois Blanc thought that the biggest factor was his uncluttered personality.

But still. No matter what.

‘A bell tower?’

It was truly absurd.

Each person has their own position and reputation. If you were to call yourself, wouldn’t it be places like this? Aren’t there places here and there where good pictures can be taken?

Chin. Chin. Chin. Chin.

No matter how hard I tried to understand as I climbed the dusty spiral staircase.

I couldn’t understand what was going on in Juberois Blanc’s head.

“···Shit.”

It was no longer an environment to focus on other things.

The strange heat that gets hotter the higher you go is different from that emitted by Algrat, so there is no use using mana around it.

Every time you take a breath, it dries out your throat and makes you sweat all over your body.

The moment you climb the last stairs and see the open scenery and the huge bell.

“Whoa!”

A mountain-like presence poured down on the saint like a landslide and pressed him flat.

Lord Verois Blanc fell to his knees, staggering in pain that constricted his entire body.

Theodore’s voice pierced his long ears.

“Young boy. Looking at your steps, you have the blood of a turtle.”

The saint lifted his stone-like neck and looked at Theodore.

He sat down in a place with a panoramic view of the capital.

He was steadily emptying the bowl piled with meat, making a clucking sound.

“Sorry.”

No matter how great Theodore was, Lord Veroa Blanc tried to show a dignity befitting his excellent lineage.

Because I had the experience of passing by so close that I could say it was just a stone’s throw away.

However, this is the first time I receive attention and attention from a person called the strongest dragon race.

The difference in status that was brought to the face… Made me instinctively read the atmosphere and spit out respect and apology.

“Forgive me. Aren’t you a busy guy too? Let’s start the story right away.”

“···.”

“I heard that a saint and her escort came from the empire. Is that correct?”

“Yes, that’s right!”

I still don’t know why he was summoned, but as a saint, I never imagined that Theodore would put the saint in her mouth.

“What is the purpose of the saint’s visit?”

“Well… We’re scheduled to have lunch tomorrow, so I haven’t heard any details yet.”

Although this is true, the saint has a vague idea of ​​the purpose of her visit to the Commonwealth.

Whenever she set foot in this country, there was always something involved, such as a warlock escaping and crossing the border, or a monster or demon.

As the saint hesitated about how much he should reveal, Theodore picked up the bottle of wine that was placed with the meat and emptied it in one go.

He looked up at the sky as if something had occurred to him and smiled with a satisfied expression.

The phrase ‘I was in a good mood’ that I heard before arriving at this place did not seem to be a lie.

“Well, that’s good. I’m not interested in trivial matters like that.”

“Yes?”

To the saint who was making a puzzled expression at the incomprehensible words.

Theodor Spenta’s fiery gaze turned.

“I hate saying the same thing twice and I don’t like talking for too long. So listen carefully with those big ears.”

“All right···.”

The following orders and notices.

The saint had her eyes fixed on the floor and she could do nothing but listen to him.

The pressure of energy and intangible restraint, a premonition and guess that the moment you go against it, your neck will be separated.

‘Fuck.’

For Juberoa Blanc, the feeling of fear caused by Theodore’s momentum was a hellish time that reminded him of the unknown elf he had encountered in the past.

Like the time he met someone who visited him secretly in the middle of the night, saying that he was looking for a real saint who was not himself.

*****

The two left the inn room as is.

The wind that cools down the heat radiating from the bustling crowd. I walked down the street where the cool breeze was blowing.

As expected, Roman smiled at Atra, who was fidgeting as he felt the comfort of not being focused on.

“Isn’t it funny that even if you do this, you won’t be recognized?”

“Hehe… Anyway, this is embarrassing.”

“Atra. You look good on me.”

Roman and Atra agreed to go out for a meal, but there was a problem when they actually headed to the center where the prayer ceremony was taking place.

Even if I move around with my robe covered up and hiding her identity, I don’t want to continue wearing such stuffy clothes while filling her stomach.

In such a situation, Roman found an answer in the souvenirs he had left behind after buying too much in Limno, where he had left with Eclair.

“···Brother?”

“Yes.”

“Brother Roman, why don’t you wear a headband?”

The veil that had been on Atra’s head all her life disappeared.

She couldn’t keep her hand still, as if she was worried about the beast’s ears that had suddenly appeared due to her headband.

Moreover, he went out wearing Roman’s borrowed clothes over his everyday clothes rather than the church’s formal clothes.

These gave her saintly feeling more than a deviation.

This is the result of Roman coaxing her to dress differently only until she returns from her prayer service.

Even though it wasn’t something she shouldn’t do or anything like that, Atra had strong hesitation about taking off her formal clothes.

After spending a long time, Roman was finally able to persuade him.

“It’s a headband, and I’m wearing glasses, so wouldn’t it be enough to kill my presence? If I get caught even once, I’ll wear it right away.”

“It’s shameful… 5 I think I know why the knight called you mischievous…”

“Haha! That’s something I hear often.”

In fact, looking at the order in which Roman was captured so far, Atra has nothing more to say.

The eyes of the crowd turned to her, having seen Atra leaping out immediately after Algrat fell in her square.

After that, she noticed Roman, who was busy guarding her side.

“Perhaps because it is a prayer festival led by the Yongin people, most of the menu items are meat.”

“Joy···.”

“Do you really want to see me wearing a headband? Atra, you have a mischievous side too.”

“Well, that’s not it…! If we share the shame-!”

I walked around chatting with Roman.

Atra couldn’t erase her laughter as she chatted trivially about things she saw and listened to Roman’s story from his unfamiliar perspective.

After laughing so hard that the corners of her mouth hurt, she reached a place where restaurants were lined up on both sides.

Roman said, showing Atra her healed arm.

“Atra. Please let me serve the meal.”

“···.”

Roman’s role is as an escort who came in response to a sudden request.

That’s why he has to take care of it himself.

Normally, she would have refused and tried to treat her somehow, but…

The saint let go of her sleeve and stopped walking to follow her.

Roman also stopped in his tracks with a questioning look on his face.

“Atra?”

“I… So…”

She looked for something she wanted to eat, but maybe she missed it.

Roman, who was at eye level with Atra, who was purring his lips, spoke in a soft voice.

“You can tell me at your convenience. I promise to keep it a secret from the guard.”

It was a strange remark that felt playful yet sincere. Also… It may be Atra’s personal impression.

The more I listened to the voice coming out of Roman’s mouth, the more it felt like a voice that made me pamper myself.

Atra ended her hesitation by rolling her tongue several times in her mouth and opened her trembling lips.

“There are a lot of things I want to try right now… Will you escort me properly?”

Atra, whose face was as red as the flame, the symbol of the Prayer Festival, carefully grabbed Roman’s clothes again.