Chapter 118
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Chapter 118
Beric.
Ugh!
At Ians call, Beric sprang up. His eyes shone intensely without a hint of disarray, but the saliva mark on the side of his cheek clearly indicated he had spent a blissful night. Beric frowned playfully and muttered.
Ah, staying up all night really drained me. Should I go out for some meat today?
Beric. I just heard you snoring.
You must have heard wrong?
Ahem. Beric rubbed his philtrum, gauging Ians reaction. Despite having stood guard till dawn with his senses fully alert, he had lost consciousness the moment the maid Minnie coughed. Worried about Ians reprimand, Beric kept looking around nervously.
Was everything quiet last night?
Yeah. Absolutely nothing happened.
Then, go wash up before breakfast. You look a bit unkempt.
Breakfast! Lets have breakfast!
Clatter! With Ians permission, Beric quickly dashed upstairs. Minnie, who was bringing warm soup, paused.
Did he already go up? He said he wanted soup in the early morning, so I prepared it. Hes so impatient.
Just set it down with the meal.
Understood.
Minnie said, when she came out in the dawn, there he was, eyes wide open, standing in front of the main gate. Seeing that he generally does his tasks well, Ian entered the dining room satisfied. Lady Viviana and Sir Romandro were also dressed lightly, ready for the day.
Good morning, Lord Ian.
Thanks to the lady, I had a very comfortable sleep.
Theres much to do today, so please get ready quickly.
Viviana seemed to have meticulously prepared the shopping list overnight. She slowly recited the route through the commercial district they needed to follow that day, unfolding the neatly folded paper.
Under the buttery scent and warm sunshine piercing the cold air, Ian felt a sense of peace for the first time in a while. Hasha seemed to feel the same, sitting quietly in his chair, sipping milk.
Hasha. The smell? Is it much different from yesterday?
-It seems not. Above all, the smell of butter is too strong right now.
Hashas eyes were dreamy as he sniffed around.
Was I worried for nothing?
After making enemies in the change, it was almost like entering their den. It seemed he had become sensitive after consecutive encounters with Mariv and Gale.
Food! Food!
It seems Beric was unfairly caught in the middle.
Ian, feeling a bit sorry for him, personally made him some tea. Whether Beric knew this or not, he began to devour the food on the table.
Ha-ha! Delicious!
Im sorry, my lady. I dont think this scene will be a good prenatal education for the baby.
Oh, I dont mind. I saw it yesterday when you two went out. Its nice to see him eat heartily.The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))
Minnie! Prepare the carriage so it stays warm inside.
Yes, Lord Romandro!
Just stepping out of the upscale residential area, the streets become complicated. Not only does pedestrian traffic increase, but congestion worsens due to illegal flyers zipping between carriages and children on bicycles. To avoid shivering in the cold, it was essential to preheat the carriage.
So, where are we going first?
As Beric asked while munching on bread, Viviana answered in his stead.
Were going to drop off the knights sword. Theres a very old forge nearby. They sharpen blades wonderfully. Well drop it off, then go buy some clothes, and after eating, well pick it up. Thats the plan.
Beric nodded, finishing his meal. His sword was so blunt that it was better used for hitting than cutting.
Lets go! *Burp*
My goodness, Beric!
I apologize.
Hasha made an extremely annoyed face and growled softly. Thus, their peaceful morning began.
Youre coming with me.
But, its really cold?
Lets go. Just follow slowly.
Ian turned into an alley in the opposite direction of the carriage, with Beric grumbling but having no choice but to follow due to his unfamiliarity with the area. The two continued deeper into the quiet and intricate backstreets, where even at midday, the sunlight couldnt penetrate due to the shadows cast by the buildings, reaching the very underbelly of the city.
Clip-clop!
By then, Beric had also noticed that someone was following them. He rubbed his bare hands against his outerwear, muttering to himself.
Shouldve bought a new one while leaving the sword.
You seem to have some money, Beric.
Werent you going to buy me one, master?
This way.
Tap! Pitter-patter!
The peculiar chase continued, with the mysterious pursuer moving agilely, trying not to lose sight of Ian and Beric. But then
Whoosh!
Ah.
The moment they turned a corner, the two vanished without a trace. The pursuer gasped for breath, looking around bewilderedly, but there didnt seem to be any side alleys they could have taken. Just as she was about to turn back, grinding her teeth
Hello~?
Wham!
Beric leaped out and threw a punch. The sudden attack was deftly blocked by the pursuer, who not only absorbed the force but also used it to counter, her movements fluid as a wave. The robe she wore fluttered dramatically.
Thud!
Huh.
Beric, barely blocking the counter, blinked in genuine surprise. But that moment was brief; his eyes soon sparkled, and he grinned as if he had found worthy prey.
Hey! Youve got some moves!
Quiet! Are you Ian?
Yep. Im Ian~.
Wham! Thump!
Crash!
A series of blows were exchanged without a moments gap.
From her voice, she seemed to be a woman, but her combat stance was far from ordinary. Unlike Berics raw aggression, she held the poise of a well-trained warrior, matching him in strength, which was astonishing.
Beric. She seems to be left-handed.
Her left fist was predominantly in use, indicating her right side might be relatively unguarded. With Ians subtle hint, Beric immediately exploited this, diving to her right and delivering a blow with his head to her chin.
Ah, youve got spirit. Shall we introduce ourselves?
I am!
The woman, with a fierce shout like a battle cry, lunged at Beric with her fist extended.
The daughter of Petreio1; the proud former deputy commander of the Imperial Guard!
Petreio.
Ian immediately recognized the name, familiar to his ears.
The man who had been ordered by Molrin to kill Ian, and who ultimately took his own life to uphold his honor.
Barsabe Bruteda!
Ah, nice to meet you! Ive got no proud parents to speak of! Just call me Beric, damn it!
The enemy of my father!
Youve got the wrong guy, lady!
Crash!
Their fists collided with each others faces simultaneously. Ian, watching, closed his eyes slightly as if it hurt him to watch the scene any longer.
First mentioned in Chp.64[]
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Chapter 118
Beric.
Ugh!
At Ians call, Beric sprang up. His eyes shone intensely without a hint of disarray, but the saliva mark on the side of his cheek clearly indicated he had spent a blissful night. Beric frowned playfully and muttered.
Ah, staying up all night really drained me. Should I go out for some meat today?
Beric. I just heard you snoring.
You must have heard wrong?
Ahem. Beric rubbed his philtrum, gauging Ians reaction. Despite having stood guard till dawn with his senses fully alert, he had lost consciousness the moment the maid Minnie coughed. Worried about Ians reprimand, Beric kept looking around nervously.
Was everything quiet last night?
Yeah. Absolutely nothing happened.
Then, go wash up before breakfast. You look a bit unkempt.
Breakfast! Lets have breakfast!
Clatter! With Ians permission, Beric quickly dashed upstairs. Minnie, who was bringing warm soup, paused.
Did he already go up? He said he wanted soup in the early morning, so I prepared it. Hes so impatient.
Just set it down with the meal.
Understood.
Minnie said, when she came out in the dawn, there he was, eyes wide open, standing in front of the main gate. Seeing that he generally does his tasks well, Ian entered the dining room satisfied. Lady Viviana and Sir Romandro were also dressed lightly, ready for the day.
Good morning, Lord Ian.
Thanks to the lady, I had a very comfortable sleep.
Theres much to do today, so please get ready quickly.
Viviana seemed to have meticulously prepared the shopping list overnight. She slowly recited the route through the commercial district they needed to follow that day, unfolding the neatly folded paper.
Under the buttery scent and warm sunshine piercing the cold air, Ian felt a sense of peace for the first time in a while. Hasha seemed to feel the same, sitting quietly in his chair, sipping milk.
Hasha. The smell? Is it much different from yesterday?
-It seems not. Above all, the smell of butter is too strong right now.
Hashas eyes were dreamy as he sniffed around.
Was I worried for nothing?
After making enemies in the change, it was almost like entering their den. It seemed he had become sensitive after consecutive encounters with Mariv and Gale.
Food! Food!
It seems Beric was unfairly caught in the middle.
Ian, feeling a bit sorry for him, personally made him some tea. Whether Beric knew this or not, he began to devour the food on the table.
Ha-ha! Delicious!
Im sorry, my lady. I dont think this scene will be a good prenatal education for the baby.
Oh, I dont mind. I saw it yesterday when you two went out. Its nice to see him eat heartily.The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))
Minnie! Prepare the carriage so it stays warm inside.
Yes, Lord Romandro!
Just stepping out of the upscale residential area, the streets become complicated. Not only does pedestrian traffic increase, but congestion worsens due to illegal flyers zipping between carriages and children on bicycles. To avoid shivering in the cold, it was essential to preheat the carriage.
So, where are we going first?
As Beric asked while munching on bread, Viviana answered in his stead.
Were going to drop off the knights sword. Theres a very old forge nearby. They sharpen blades wonderfully. Well drop it off, then go buy some clothes, and after eating, well pick it up. Thats the plan.
Beric nodded, finishing his meal. His sword was so blunt that it was better used for hitting than cutting.
Lets go! *Burp*
My goodness, Beric!
I apologize.
Hasha made an extremely annoyed face and growled softly. Thus, their peaceful morning began.
Youre coming with me.
But, its really cold?
Lets go. Just follow slowly.
Ian turned into an alley in the opposite direction of the carriage, with Beric grumbling but having no choice but to follow due to his unfamiliarity with the area. The two continued deeper into the quiet and intricate backstreets, where even at midday, the sunlight couldnt penetrate due to the shadows cast by the buildings, reaching the very underbelly of the city.
Clip-clop!
By then, Beric had also noticed that someone was following them. He rubbed his bare hands against his outerwear, muttering to himself.
Shouldve bought a new one while leaving the sword.
You seem to have some money, Beric.
Werent you going to buy me one, master?
This way.
Tap! Pitter-patter!
The peculiar chase continued, with the mysterious pursuer moving agilely, trying not to lose sight of Ian and Beric. But then
Whoosh!
Ah.
The moment they turned a corner, the two vanished without a trace. The pursuer gasped for breath, looking around bewilderedly, but there didnt seem to be any side alleys they could have taken. Just as she was about to turn back, grinding her teeth
Hello~?
Wham!
Beric leaped out and threw a punch. The sudden attack was deftly blocked by the pursuer, who not only absorbed the force but also used it to counter, her movements fluid as a wave. The robe she wore fluttered dramatically.
Thud!
Huh.
Beric, barely blocking the counter, blinked in genuine surprise. But that moment was brief; his eyes soon sparkled, and he grinned as if he had found worthy prey.
Hey! Youve got some moves!
Quiet! Are you Ian?
Yep. Im Ian~.
Wham! Thump!
Crash!
A series of blows were exchanged without a moments gap.
From her voice, she seemed to be a woman, but her combat stance was far from ordinary. Unlike Berics raw aggression, she held the poise of a well-trained warrior, matching him in strength, which was astonishing.
Beric. She seems to be left-handed.
Her left fist was predominantly in use, indicating her right side might be relatively unguarded. With Ians subtle hint, Beric immediately exploited this, diving to her right and delivering a blow with his head to her chin.
Ah, youve got spirit. Shall we introduce ourselves?
I am!
The woman, with a fierce shout like a battle cry, lunged at Beric with her fist extended.
The daughter of Petreio1; the proud former deputy commander of the Imperial Guard!
Petreio.
Ian immediately recognized the name, familiar to his ears.
The man who had been ordered by Molrin to kill Ian, and who ultimately took his own life to uphold his honor.
Barsabe Bruteda!
Ah, nice to meet you! Ive got no proud parents to speak of! Just call me Beric, damn it!
The enemy of my father!
Youve got the wrong guy, lady!
Crash!
Their fists collided with each others faces simultaneously. Ian, watching, closed his eyes slightly as if it hurt him to watch the scene any longer.
First mentioned in Chp.64[]
Chapter 118Beric.Ugh!At Ians call, Beric sprang up. His eyes shone intensely without a hint of disarray, but the saliva mark on the side of his cheek clearly indicated he had spent a blissful night. Beric frowned playfully and muttered.Ah, staying up all night really drained me. Should I go out for some meat today?Beric. I just heard you snoring.You must have heard wrong?Ahem. Beric rubbed his philtrum, gauging Ians reaction. Despite having stood guard till dawn with his senses fully alert, he had lost consciousness the moment the maid Minnie coughed. Worried about Ians reprimand, Beric kept looking around nervously.Was everything quiet last night?Yeah. Absolutely nothing happened.Then, go wash up before breakfast. You look a bit unkempt.Breakfast! Lets have breakfast!Clatter! With Ians permission, Beric quickly dashed upstairs. Minnie, who was bringing warm soup, paused.Did he already go up? He said he wanted soup in the early morning, so I prepared it. Hes so impatient.Just set it down with the meal.Understood.Minnie said, when she came out in the dawn, there he was, eyes wide open, standing in front of the main gate. Seeing that he generally does his tasks well, Ian entered the dining room satisfied. Lady Viviana and Sir Romandro were also dressed lightly, ready for the day.Good morning, Lord Ian.Thanks to the lady, I had a very comfortable sleep.Theres much to do today, so please get ready quickly.Viviana seemed to have meticulously prepared the shopping list overnight. She slowly recited the route through the commercial district they needed to follow that day, unfolding the neatly folded paper.Under the buttery scent and warm sunshine piercing the cold air, Ian felt a sense of peace for the first time in a while. Hasha seemed to feel the same, sitting quietly in his chair, sipping milk.Hasha. The smell? Is it much different from yesterday?-It seems not. Above all, the smell of butter is too strong right now.Hashas eyes were dreamy as he sniffed around.Was I worried for nothing?After making enemies in the change, it was almost like entering their den. It seemed he had become sensitive after consecutive encounters with Mariv and Gale.Food! Food!It seems Beric was unfairly caught in the middle.Ian, feeling a bit sorry for him, personally made him some tea. Whether Beric knew this or not, he began to devour the food on the table.Ha-ha! Delicious!Im sorry, my lady. I dont think this scene will be a good prenatal education for the baby.Oh, I dont mind. I saw it yesterday when you two went out. Its nice to see him eat heartily.The source of this content novelbinMinnie! Prepare the carriage so it stays warm inside.Yes, Lord Romandro!Just stepping out of the upscale residential area, the streets become complicated. Not only does pedestrian traffic increase, but congestion worsens due to illegal flyers zipping between carriages and children on bicycles. To avoid shivering in the cold, it was essential to preheat the carriage.So, where are we going first?As Beric asked while munching on bread, Viviana answered in his stead.Were going to drop off the knights sword. Theres a very old forge nearby. They sharpen blades wonderfully. Well drop it off, then go buy some clothes, and after eating, well pick it up. Thats the plan.Beric nodded, finishing his meal. His sword was so blunt that it was better used for hitting than cutting.Lets go! *Burp*My goodness, Beric!I apologize.Hasha made an extremely annoyed face and growled softly. Thus, their peaceful morning began.Youre coming with me.But, its really cold?Lets go. Just follow slowly.Ian turned into an alley in the opposite direction of the carriage, with Beric grumbling but having no choice but to follow due to his unfamiliarity with the area. The two continued deeper into the quiet and intricate backstreets, where even at midday, the sunlight couldnt penetrate due to the shadows cast by the buildings, reaching the very underbelly of the city.Clip-clop!By then, Beric had also noticed that someone was following them. He rubbed his bare hands against his outerwear, muttering to himself.Shouldve bought a new one while leaving the sword.You seem to have some money, Beric.Werent you going to buy me one, master?This way.Tap! Pitter-patter!The peculiar chase continued, with the mysterious pursuer moving agilely, trying not to lose sight of Ian and Beric. But thenWhoosh!Ah.The moment they turned a corner, the two vanished without a trace. The pursuer gasped for breath, looking around bewilderedly, but there didnt seem to be any side alleys they could have taken. Just as she was about to turn back, grinding her teethHello~?Wham!Beric leaped out and threw a punch. The sudden attack was deftly blocked by the pursuer, who not only absorbed the force but also used it to counter, her movements fluid as a wave. The robe she wore fluttered dramatically.Thud!Huh.Beric, barely blocking the counter, blinked in genuine surprise. But that moment was brief; his eyes soon sparkled, and he grinned as if he had found worthy prey.Hey! Youve got some moves!Quiet! Are you Ian?Yep. Im Ian~.Wham! Thump!Crash!A series of blows were exchanged without a moments gap.From her voice, she seemed to be a woman, but her combat stance was far from ordinary. Unlike Berics raw aggression, she held the poise of a well-trained warrior, matching him in strength, which was astonishing.Beric. She seems to be left-handed.Her left fist was predominantly in use, indicating her right side might be relatively unguarded. With Ians subtle hint, Beric immediately exploited this, diving to her right and delivering a blow with his head to her chin.Ah, youve got spirit. Shall we introduce ourselves?I am!The woman, with a fierce shout like a battle cry, lunged at Beric with her fist extended.The daughter of Petreio1; the proud former deputy commander of the Imperial Guard!Petreio.Ian immediately recognized the name, familiar to his ears.The man who had been ordered by Molrin to kill Ian, and who ultimately took his own life to uphold his honor.Barsabe Bruteda!Ah, nice to meet you! Ive got no proud parents to speak of! Just call me Beric, damn it!The enemy of my father!Youve got the wrong guy, lady!Crash!Their fists collided with each others faces simultaneously. Ian, watching, closed his eyes slightly as if it hurt him to watch the scene any longer.First mentioned in Chp.64
