Chapter 425 – The Sleep That Did Not Escape

“This text…”

Varian’s expression as he observed the handed sword was more cautious than ever.

With my eyes narrowed, I turn it over from various angles to check the scabbard and sweep it down with my finger. Let’s finish there for now.

Only after properly checking the engraving did he open his mouth.

“This… If I’m not mistaken, is the sword of an elf warrior.”

“I don’t know the name, but it must be Daejeon Temple.”

“···.”

“I had no choice but to become a pursuer.”

Varian was experiencing a rare moment of embarrassment.

After stroking his horn with one of his hands to steady his mind, he spoke the words that had been in his mouth since he had seen his sword.

“What happened to the great warrior? If the sword is here, then…”

“He’s dead.”

Roman answers in an insensitive tone, saying that he cut off his head.

Varian looked at the Great Warrior’s sword blankly, and with a wave of excitement, he yearned for a clear answer.

“Please, can you tell me in detail?”

It didn’t take long from then on.

After wandering around for a few days, the two of us got a clue about the warlock.

When we got to a remote place, the things that had been attached to us the whole time decided that this was the time and rushed towards us.

Even with such a rough explanation of the situation, Varian had already fully understood it.

He had a deep smile on his face.

“In addition to the great battle, Lankov, the Beast King candidate… I wouldn’t have believed it if I had heard this from someone else. I would have suspected for the first time whether the sword was fake.”

“This is a personal question. How much influence does the Great Warrior have on the opposing faction? I hope this will make future plans a little easier.”

Of course, considering his skills, he was not a person who would be treated poorly.

Roman also knows.

‘Even so, it takes a long time to come that far and run with your body. I don’t know if it was voluntary or an order.’

Roman does not know what the elves living in the capital focus on to gain power and influence.

There’s a very, very high chance that it was force, but it’s impossible to be sure until you hear it.

‘Since they are of the longevity tribe, it may simply be in order of lineage and age.’

In fact, the group of elves on the border that I encountered when I was smuggling into the Federal Republic had such standards.

Therefore, confirmation is necessary through Varian, who is deeply entrenched in the power of the federal government.

“The actual position that a great warrior has among the elves is within three fingers. Among them, in terms of strength alone, he is by far the first. There is no one with a reputation comparable to a great warrior with a sword, and the majority of the rest are archers and wizards, so it is difficult to determine the standard. “It’s ambiguous.”

“An archer is, in my opinion, the ideal picture and talent of an elf.”

Rather than contradicting each other, Varian answered Roman’s question.

“If we talk about the future… It will be so easy that it’s ridiculous. I can just throw away more than half of the documents I prepared.”

“Thank god···!”

“That’s right.”

Varian was watching closely as Roman and Atra smiled at each other and said that everything was going well.

I spoke out, forcibly calming down the instincts of the dragon race wriggling in my heart.

“Can I, Varian, ask Roman a personal question?”

“Of course it doesn’t matter.”

“I don’t really know the power of Roman, who is receiving Theodore’s attention. I don’t even know the end of Theodore’s power.”

“Is that so.”

After a brief pause in speaking, Varian calmly continued talking to her.

“However, we have a rough idea of ​​the power that the elf warriors have. They have been on the battlefield for a long time, so they have accumulated reliable data. As for the magical part, they denied that the master had been cut off, but they believed that it could not have been so.”

Roman just nodded his head and closed his mouth.

As I waited for Varian to ask directly, I soon got to the point.

“I’m just curious about your impressions. How was the Great Battle against you?”

“It wasn’t bad.”

Immediate answer.

Varian blinked at Roman’s answer and then burst into laughter with understanding.

“Roman is a really interesting person. The elf’s great fight wasn’t bad… This fact may be too stimulating for Theodore.”

“Ah…! Still, I believe you will wait until my work is finished.”

Roman seems to have forgotten that fact and becomes embarrassed as he thinks of Theodore.

Varian concluded by saying that he would be good at persuading people.

“Anyway, thank you for your quick answer. Can I purchase this item? I want to be the first to observe how the elves’ faces get ruined when they see this.”

“I don’t care. The money is good and it’s enough to exchange it for an elixir or a useful artifact.”

He said he would do his best to prepare.

Varian held the great warrior’s sword and bowed his head to Roman.

*****

Shoot aaaaa.

Atra, who returned to the inn, was relaxing as the hot water poured from the magic tool.

The new room that Roman found after talking with Varian was different not only in size but also in water pressure.

“Hiyaa…”

Is there any greater happiness in the world than lying down in bed with your soft, soft body?

Right now, the prevailing opinion in Atra’s mind is to follow Roman’s advice and close her eyes for a bit and then sit down at her desk.

No, it’s confirmed.

‘If I stay like this any longer, I’ll fall asleep.’

The warmth and fatigue that dominated my body mixed together, and I felt like I was going to fall asleep standing up.

A happy time where you can close your eyes in a daze.

Atra moved her arm to forcibly break it off.

Hehe~”

Clean her body and dry her with a hanging towel.

He comes out to her room, carrying her moist naked body. This cool feeling that can only be felt at this time is also quite nice.

We put on the comfortable underwear and clothes we had prepared in advance for her to sleep in, dried her hair, and completely prepared her to go into the blanket.

Even though we’ve come this far, it’s not the end yet.

I can’t fall asleep right away while hugging the jelly waiting for me in bed.

‘When I wake up, I’ll write a letter to Majella first… And write my statement at the end, when I’m still conscious.’

I’m piling up the things I need to do when she opens her eyes on the table in advance so she doesn’t forget them.

A sound came from outside.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

– This is Roman.

“Now, just wait a moment!”

Atra, who was so shocked that her horse ran away, stood in front of the mirror as usual.

After checking her condition carefully. She strides towards her door.

She pulled the door open gently and saw Roman, dressed lightly and looking gaunt.

After the overall appearance, the cup she holds in her hand is the second thing that comes into Atra’s field of vision.

“I’m sorry you need to rest.”

“It’s okay. What’s going on?”

“You weren’t able to eat properly because you were so busy coming back. I think it’s a good idea to fill up your stomach a little before going to bed.”

“Wow… Thank you.”

Listening to Roman telling me to fill my stomach properly when I wake up. Atra carefully took the cup with both hands.

As Atra was lost in her thoughts, looking at the contents of the cup, Roman continued his explanation.

“It’s warmed milk. It will help you sleep.”

“···.”

“I add salt or sugar depending on my taste, but I didn’t add anything just in case.”

“Yes. Thank you…”

Atra smiled and expressed her gratitude in a low voice.

She thought that maybe he had prepared it for her because she couldn’t sleep and was moving around the room busily.

Even though she doesn’t have to, she feels a warm feeling in her heart that he cares about her like this.

No character is more tired than Atra herself, fighting a battle against her multitude.

Because she must have kept her eyes open even while she was asleep.

“Brother Roman, do you drink milk like this when you can’t sleep?”

A question she asked with the idea of ​​continuing the conversation a little longer.

Roman smiled at that question and recalled the past.

“Rikke used to have many nights where she had trouble sleeping. Every time she did, she would give her a glass of warm milk and she would sleep well.”

“Ah, ah… I see.”

Roman’s next words made the smile on Atra’s lips drop.

“Don’t we all have days when we can’t sleep because we have too many thoughts?”

“Ugh… Right?”

“Some people say they relax their shoulders by drinking a glass of wine together. Others say they share their thoughts while reading a book. Everyone may have their own way to deal with insomnia and a good night’s sleep, but drinking milk to warm the inside is within the popular range. “I thought it was.”

Atra showed interest on the other side of what Roman was trying to say.

“To the sisters, Chae, do you read books too?!”

“Haha···.”

The sight of Roman smiling as if he was embarrassed was nothing short of positive.

Know. It was clear that the ‘who’ Roman was referring to were the women in the capital.

‘A lover who reads books to me when I can’t sleep…’

The most surprising thing is that the situation is vividly pictured in your mind.

As I spend more time with Roman, I can see what kind of personality he has, and how much he values ​​his lover.

This was possible because it was art that I felt deeply.

‘For sure.’

He will read it with a friendly smile. Even if I ask them to read the same book again, I think they will read it again and again without getting angry.

If your lover asks you to imitate a character, you are sure to read the lines with liveliness.

“Then I will go.”

Roman, who said he would come later, was about to return to his room.

Atra’s voice, which seemed to be crawling, grabbed Roman’s feet.

“Brother…”

“Yes. Do you need anything?”

Atra lifted the mug in her hand and blocked Roman’s gaze.

For some reason, I couldn’t look at her face.

“Well, can you just read a book until I fall asleep? I can’t sleep…”