Chapter 14
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“If she gets a job, it would be as an escort of a lady or something like that. Besides, she’s a member of the Golden Knights. It’s a profession that can give her enough extra points. It’s wise to have her face seen at the banquet.”
“…… Sir Palmaril?”
“Yes, I can’t imagine it well either, but she has to live with that.”
In fact, there were many knights with ambiguous positions, including her, at the end of the war banquet today. Because they had to meet a noble to be employed as a regular knight of a nobleman, instead of a mercenary.
Ragnar turned his poor imagination. Christa Palmaril, running after a lady and guarding her. It didn’t suit her at all.
“It doesn’t suit her.”
Somehow Ragnar clenched his fist. He could feel his nails digging into his flesh.
“Is that so? I think she looks pretty good in a dress.”
She dressed up in a light and bright apricot dress, not the usual uniform he always sees her wear. Perhaps it was because of her outfit that highlighted her slender body and her unique appearance and atmosphere, she was secretly attracting attention from those around her.
“It doesn’t suit her at all.”
Ragnar snarled out as if he were growling. Somehow he was so angry that he couldn’t bear it. He thought she didn’t fit in on the battlefield, but it was the same here.
He felt a sense of incongruity as if only “Christa Palmaril” was cut with scissors and pasted on a completely different picture.
It was red that suits her.
The lively expression that he saw once came to mind. The image of her sticking out her tongue and licking blood.
“Where are you going?”
“…….”
“To get some fresh air.”
Somehow he was frowning. Even more so after seeing Christa.
He didn’t want to know what was wrong with him, but Mervin noticed that he was in a bad mood and stepped back.
“Then I’ll run away in moderation. We didn’t meet today, alright?”
Ragnar responded by waving his hands moderately. Mervin sighed deeply when he saw him exit the garden.
“What if he gets caught by the emperor? No, I guess he’s already caught his eyes?”
Ragnar escaped the noisy atmosphere of the banquet hall and went into the garden. Fortunately, there was no one around. A gentle song was heard in the distance, and the cicadas were heard nearby. When the cool night air penetrated his lungs, he finally breathed a little.
The moon was beautiful tonight.
“I’m tired.”
He hasn’t been feeling well since a while ago. He didn’t like everything from the emperor’s attitude to the music of the banquet hall.
The best wine he’s ever had tasted sour. The food cooked by the imperial chef was like chewing stone and sand. Everything was bad. It was noisy and he could feel his stomach boiling.
“Captain.”
Then a clear and pure voice was heard in his ear. It was a sweet voice.
“……Sir Palmaril.”
She showed up. Soft in the moonlight glow breathy, her silver hair. Contrasting red eyes that only contain himself.
“Are you free tonight?”
☆*: .｡. .｡.:*☆
Ragnar sat blankly on the bed. Yesterday, wasn’t she possessed by something?
The camisole and silver strands of her hair in his hand are clear evidence of last night. It is more realistic but he feels haunted. It was the moment he felt like having a cigarette so badly.
Small bloodstains on the floor at the time came into sight.
“Blood.”
He made a third assumption. What if Christa Palmaril didn’t betray him and steal the Holy Sword but was hurt by someone else?
Of course, it was not his blood. There was no wound in his body. But there was blood in a place like this.
Of course, it’s a ridiculous story. If there had been another intruder here, he would have noticed right away. Even if it looked like that, she couldn’t have been easily beaten. He didn’t even know what the hell he was delusional for.
He felt his heart beating hard. Whether his reasoning was true or not, he didn’t have a good hunch. A very ominous premonition came. In general, his intuition was always on the right side.
Ragnar quickly put on his clothes and stormed out of the door. He focused his whole body’s senses as much as he could in order not to miss a single trace.
“Where did she go?….”
He sped up his pace and eventually ran. He never ran except for training. Because he didn’t have to run. He who had everything was bound to walk leisurely. Because it was his life.
He ran looking for all the traces of Christa. Usually, it was the characteristic of a skirmisher to leave no trace of themselves. But…
The dirt marks, grass, dry mud, and her scent, led him to her location. There was Christa. She’s aiming the sword at her neck.
‘This woman!’
☆*: .｡. .｡.:*☆
Christa hesitated for a long time. She successfully ran away with the sword. But when she got it, she didn’t know what to do and was lost in confusion.
She had a plan from the beginning, but now nothing came to mind. The weight of the ornamental sword in her right hand weighed on her.
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“If she gets a job, it would be as an escort of a lady or something like that. Besides, she’s a member of the Golden Knights. It’s a profession that can give her enough extra points. It’s wise to have her face seen at the banquet.”
“…… Sir Palmaril?”
“Yes, I can’t imagine it well either, but she has to live with that.”
In fact, there were many knights with ambiguous positions, including her, at the end of the war banquet today. Because they had to meet a noble to be employed as a regular knight of a nobleman, instead of a mercenary.
Ragnar turned his poor imagination. Christa Palmaril, running after a lady and guarding her. It didn’t suit her at all.
“It doesn’t suit her.”
Somehow Ragnar clenched his fist. He could feel his nails digging into his flesh.
“Is that so? I think she looks pretty good in a dress.”
She dressed up in a light and bright apricot dress, not the usual uniform he always sees her wear. Perhaps it was because of her outfit that highlighted her slender body and her unique appearance and atmosphere, she was secretly attracting attention from those around her.
“It doesn’t suit her at all.”
Ragnar snarled out as if he were growling. Somehow he was so angry that he couldn’t bear it. He thought she didn’t fit in on the battlefield, but it was the same here.
He felt a sense of incongruity as if only “Christa Palmaril” was cut with scissors and pasted on a completely different picture.
It was red that suits her.
The lively expression that he saw once came to mind. The image of her sticking out her tongue and licking blood.
“Where are you going?”
“…….”
“To get some fresh air.”
Somehow he was frowning. Even more so after seeing Christa.
He didn’t want to know what was wrong with him, but Mervin noticed that he was in a bad mood and stepped back.
“Then I’ll run away in moderation. We didn’t meet today, alright?”
Ragnar responded by waving his hands moderately. Mervin sighed deeply when he saw him exit the garden.
“What if he gets caught by the emperor? No, I guess he’s already caught his eyes?”
Ragnar escaped the noisy atmosphere of the banquet hall and went into the garden. Fortunately, there was no one around. A gentle song was heard in the distance, and the cicadas were heard nearby. When the cool night air penetrated his lungs, he finally breathed a little.
The moon was beautiful tonight.
“I’m tired.”
He hasn’t been feeling well since a while ago. He didn’t like everything from the emperor’s attitude to the music of the banquet hall.
The best wine he’s ever had tasted sour. The food cooked by the imperial chef was like chewing stone and sand. Everything was bad. It was noisy and he could feel his stomach boiling.
“Captain.”
Then a clear and pure voice was heard in his ear. It was a sweet voice.
“……Sir Palmaril.”
She showed up. Soft in the moonlight glow breathy, her silver hair. Contrasting red eyes that only contain himself.
“Are you free tonight?”
☆*: .｡. .｡.:*☆
Ragnar sat blankly on the bed. Yesterday, wasn’t she possessed by something?
The camisole and silver strands of her hair in his hand are clear evidence of last night. It is more realistic but he feels haunted. It was the moment he felt like having a cigarette so badly.
Small bloodstains on the floor at the time came into sight.
“Blood.”
He made a third assumption. What if Christa Palmaril didn’t betray him and steal the Holy Sword but was hurt by someone else?
Of course, it was not his blood. There was no wound in his body. But there was blood in a place like this.
Of course, it’s a ridiculous story. If there had been another intruder here, he would have noticed right away. Even if it looked like that, she couldn’t have been easily beaten. He didn’t even know what the hell he was delusional for.
He felt his heart beating hard. Whether his reasoning was true or not, he didn’t have a good hunch. A very ominous premonition came. In general, his intuition was always on the right side.
Ragnar quickly put on his clothes and stormed out of the door. He focused his whole body’s senses as much as he could in order not to miss a single trace.
“Where did she go?….”
He sped up his pace and eventually ran. He never ran except for training. Because he didn’t have to run. He who had everything was bound to walk leisurely. Because it was his life.
He ran looking for all the traces of Christa. Usually, it was the characteristic of a skirmisher to leave no trace of themselves. But…
The dirt marks, grass, dry mud, and her scent, led him to her location. There was Christa. She’s aiming the sword at her neck.
‘This woman!’
☆*: .｡. .｡.:*☆
Christa hesitated for a long time. She successfully ran away with the sword. But when she got it, she didn’t know what to do and was lost in confusion.
She had a plan from the beginning, but now nothing came to mind. The weight of the ornamental sword in her right hand weighed on her.
If she gets a job, it would be as an escort of a lady or something like that. Besides, she's a member of the Golden Knights. It's a profession that can give her enough extra points. It's wise to have her face seen at the banquet. Sir Palmaril?Yes, I can't imagine it well either, but she has to live with that.In fact, there were many knights with ambiguous positions, including her, at the end of the war banquet today. Because they had to meet a noble to be employed as a regular knight of a nobleman, instead of a mercenary.Ragnar turned his poor imagination. Christa Palmaril, running after a lady and guarding her. It didn't suit her at all.It doesn't suit her.Somehow Ragnar clenched his fist. He could feel his nails digging into his flesh.Is that so? I think she looks pretty good in a dress.She dressed up in a light and bright apricot dress, not the usual uniform he always sees her wear. Perhaps it was because of her outfit that highlighted her slender body and her unique appearance and atmosphere, she was secretly attracting attention from those around her.It doesn't suit her at all.Ragnar snarled out as if he were growling. Somehow he was so angry that he couldn't bear it. He thought she didn't fit in on the battlefield, but it was the same here.He felt a sense of incongruity as if only Christa Palmaril was cut with scissors and pasted on a completely different picture.It was red that suits her.The lively expression that he saw once came to mind. The image of her sticking out her tongue and licking blood.Where are you going?.To get some fresh air.Somehow he was frowning. Even more so after seeing Christa.He didn't want to know what was wrong with him, but Mervin noticed that he was in a bad mood and stepped back.Then I'll run away in moderation. We didn't meet today, alright?Ragnar responded by waving his hands moderately. Mervin sighed deeply when he saw him exit the garden.What if he gets caught by the emperor? No, I guess he's already caught his eyes?Ragnar escaped the noisy atmosphere of the banquet hall and went into the garden. Fortunately, there was no one around. A gentle song was heard in the distance, and the cicadas were heard nearby. When the cool night air penetrated his lungs, he finally breathed a little.The moon was beautiful tonight.I'm tired.He hasn't been feeling well since a while ago. He didn't like everything from the emperor's attitude to the music of the banquet hall.The best wine he's ever had tasted sour. The food cooked by the imperial chef was like chewing stone and sand. Everything was bad. It was noisy and he could feel his stomach boiling.Captain.Then a clear and pure voice was heard in his ear. It was a sweet voice.Sir Palmaril.She showed up. Soft in the moonlight glow breathy, her silver hair. Contrasting red eyes that only contain himself.Are you free tonight?*: .. ..:*Ragnar sat blankly on the bed. Yesterday, wasn't she possessed by something?The camisole and silver strands of her hair in his hand are clear evidence of last night. It is more realistic but he feels haunted. It was the moment he felt like having a cigarette so badly.Small bloodstains on the floor at the time came into sight.Blood.He made a third assumption. What if Christa Palmaril didn't betray him and steal the Holy Sword but was hurt by someone else?Of course, it was not his blood. There was no wound in his body. But there was blood in a place like this.Of course, it's a ridiculous story. If there had been another intruder here, he would have noticed right away. Even if it looked like that, she couldn't have been easily beaten. He didn't even know what the hell he was delusional for.He felt his heart beating hard. Whether his reasoning was true or not, he didn't have a good hunch. A very ominous premonition came. In general, his intuition was always on the right side.Ragnar quickly put on his clothes and stormed out of the door. He focused his whole body's senses as much as he could in order not to miss a single trace.Where did she go?.He sped up his pace and eventually ran. He never ran except for training. Because he didn't have to run. He who had everything was bound to walk leisurely. Because it was his life.He ran looking for all the traces of Christa. Usually, it was the characteristic of a skirmisher to leave no trace of themselves. ButThe dirt marks, grass, dry mud, and her scent, led him to her location. There was Christa. She's aiming the sword at her neck.This woman!'*: .. ..:*Christa hesitated for a long time. She successfully ran away with the sword. But when she got it, she didn't know what to do and was lost in confusion.She had a plan from the beginning, but now nothing came to mind. The weight of the ornamental sword in her right hand weighed on her.
