Chapter 15: Rusty Sword Again (3)


    “You want me to go on a rampage?”


    “Well, I’ll handle the consequences.”


    Ruel smiled with satisfaction.


    I had to step on it when I broke it. It wouldn’t have changed otherwise.


    I will.


    “What’s the thief up to? You know who did it.”


    “I will handle that. So, do as I have requested.”


    “Okay.”


    When Ganien left, Ruel reached out to Cassion.


    I’m hungry. I wanted to eat the rest of the cookies.


    “Give me the basket Astell gave me.”


    “I gave it to Ganien. Everything.”


    The basket was not here.


    Cassion soon smiled as he thought of something.


    “Oh,e to think of it, they’re almost fighting over something. There was.”


    “…it’s been taken away.”


    Ruel was really disappointed.


    The taste was excellent with Cassion, but what Astell made was strangelyfortable for the body.


    ‘Actually, What the heck is up with Astell?’


    ***


    “What are you doing?” A child stared at Cassion’s actions.


    Unsurprisingly, Cassion was choosing the distributed food with a careful face.


    Meals were served in the open space outside.


    It was noisy as most of the vigers gathered.


    With the loud noise, Ruel couldn’t hear anything around him. Grabbing his hungry stomach, he raised his eyebrows at the dwindling sheep.


    “It’s rough.”


    “No,” Cassion said firmly.


    “What are you doing?”


    The children asked again.


    “There are foods that cause trouble when you eat them, so I’m choosing them.”


    “Do you have to get hurt again?”


    “Are you sick again?”


    “Yes, it hurts when you eat it.” Cassion patted the children’s heads andughed.


    “That’s enough.”


    Cassion, who had been taking it out for a long time, stuck out the te.


    “Well…”


    All there was on the te were potatoes and sweet potatoes.


    When I saw Cassion’s te, which was rich in bread, meat, and soup, I was embarrassed.


    However, when I see him doing this, I don’t think he’s trying to screw me with all his heart, so I held it in and ate it.


    “The meal suits my taste…”


    Any other words said were inaudible.


    Cheynol looked at Ruel’s te of potatoes and sweet potatoes.


    His face hardened slightly.


    “There are foods I shouldn’t eat, so I gave them away. Please, kindly pass on it.”


    “How many are there?”


    “That’s why it’s hard.”


    Cheynol looked at Cassion, who smiled as if he were tired and then turned to his te.


    He turned his gaze.


    Cassion’s te was pretty empty, perhaps taking Ruel’s share.


    “Why didn’t you give me a heads-up?”


    “No. It is rude to even make such a request on the subject of getting a meal.”


    ‘Don’t be such an asshole!’


    Maybe it was because I ate sweet potatoes or because I was watching Cassion’s smoke, but my throat was choked.


    As I was about to drink water, Cassion took the cup.


    “Why again?”


    “Because I have hair.”


    Cassion showed off his gray hair. It was also really long.


    “Pua hahaha…”


    I heardughter.


    Cheynol spoke without pausing hisughter.


    “You seem to have a deep rtionship.”


    “Where are you looking?”


    Ruel was furious.


    Then he realized that Cheynol had taken a seat where they were and calmed his mind.


    “Your brother is very shy.”


    “That’s what it looks like.”


    While listening to the conversation between the two, Ruel munched on potatoes to keep his mouth shut.


    When the potatoes and sweet potatoes on his te were almost gone and the children who had finished eating were ying, Ruel raised the topic.


    “On my way here, I heard a story about a big warehouse being robbed.”


    “Oh, it’s a buzz in the town of Sisel.”


    There was no change in the look on Cheynol’s face.


    “The bandit must have distributed food to the people. The children were very happy.”


    “Right, when I opened the door in the morning, Everyone was happy that they had food stocked up for weeks.”


    Cheynol smiled gently if he had any regrets.


    “Wasn’t it hard for you?”


    “That’s always the case. Living for a day. We might as well be kicked out.”


    “No, I’m asking if it was hard to steal and take care of people who were struggling with taxes.”


    Cheynol’s hand stopped. He put his spoon down and looked at Ruel without any emotion.


    “…it was hard.”


    “A sin is a sin. There’s very little that can be changed to sin.”


    “Even that little thing was precious to me.”


    “Will you not stop?”


    “I…”


    Cheynol’s face was frowned upon.


    “Who will make themugh when I stop?”


    Ruel felt the eyes of the children looking at him from behind him.


    But he didn’t stop talking.


    “What you have taken away is the grain that the people of thisnd have cultivated. You can’t take them away to make themugh.”


    Ruel let out a short cough and continued.


    “And people should not be ustomed to theughter that was bought by that sin. Stop.”


    “… It is already toote.”


    Cheynol lowered his head.


    He was a knight.


    How many worries did he have to get out of the right path?


    His voice of resignation already sounded ufortable. It wasn’t good.


    Ruel didn’t want the one who would be his knight to sit down like this.


    “It’s not toote.”


    “…….”


    “Who asked you to make themugh?”


    Ruel gave his voice strength for everyone to hear.


    It was a thin voice, but it drew everyone’s attention.


    “It makes meugh. So stop.”


    But Cheynolughed as if in sorrow. And he got up.


    “I don’t know who you are, but we can’t end here. I’m sorry.”


    The children were gone before he knew it.


    The people who were watching Ruel and the others while eating were getting up and approaching.


    nk.


    A smooth metallic sound followed.


    “Can I see this as my failure to persuade you?”


    Cassion snorted as he continued his meal.


    The fact that he hadn’t moved meant that things were still fine.


    Ruel didn’t respond and alternately looked at them and Cheynol as they approached.


    He soon took a deep breath and opened his mouth seriously.


    “What have you traded for chivalry? Stealing at the most?”


    “It’s Setiria.”


    He might be angry, but Cheynol was calm. Thatposure was eptable.


    “What did Setiria do to you?”


    “We are Setiria.”


    “Even if Setiria abandoned you?”


    “Abandoned or thrown away, we are Setiria.”


    His love for Setiria was great.


    Ruelughed cheerfully.


    Then he coughed and grabbed his chest.


    ‘…Damn it.’


    It was a really annoying disease.


    I felt dizzy, and hot inside.


    As if a huge wave wasing from behind, Ruel sped the hem of his clothes hard.


    Cassion put down the tes and watched over Ruel.


    “… I’m really sorry. I will pay for this sinter.”


    The sound of a sword being drawn from its sheath was heard.


    Ruel closed and then opened his eyes.


    “It’s all right, you’re all right now.”


    Ruel trembled and stood up with his cane as a support.


    It was possible to confirm with one simple thing why Nobles were noble and how to distinguish between the Direct Family and the Branch Families.


    Ruel held out his unclenched hand.


    As he released his mana, shield glyphs glowed from the back of his hand.


    “… Well, that!?!?”


    Everyone living in Setiria could recognize what they were looking at.


    The shield pattern shining in light blue and the simple shield pattern indicated direct lineage.


    The sky blue light that shone brightly as if the morning hade.


    The color that symbolizes Setiria.


    I heard them drop their swords.


    “It’s fine now.”


    Ruel broached the same thing a little while ago.


    Even Cheynol dropped his sword.


    And as if seeing God, he knelt on his knees, and his eyes reddened.


    Why didn’t he know?


    That the little child came back here again.


    Sky blue, it was a color that only the Lord could possess.


    “Now that the Lord is back, there is no need to work hard.”


    “…Lord.”


    Everyone there knelt along Cheynol.


    “Come back to me, my knights. This is an order that I, the Lord, am giving to you…”


    Ruel covered his mouth. ck blood flowed from between his fingers.


    “It’s an order…”


    Cassion caught the falling Ruel.


    A thick silence swept through the forest.


    “Today, the Lord is not feeling well, so I will leave.”


    “Go, my lord.”


    Cheynol looked at Ruel, stunned with confusion all over his face.


    “The Lord has given you an order, so prepare to meet the Lord as his knights. Get rid of your ideas of frivolous theft.”


    After finishing the conversation, Cheynol shed tears as he looked at Cassion, who disappeared with Ruel.


    He came this far with his ungodly body.


    “Ruel… Setiria.”


    He brought up the name that he had cried out so much for.


    He’s back.


    He came to find those who had already been forgotten by everyone.


    He told them it was okay to give up his legitimacy as a knight and even resorted to stealing.


    He vomited blood and called him a knight.


    What greater glory can there be than this?


    Cheynol eximed.


    “I will be back.”


    Everyone’s voices followed.


    “I will be back!”


    “I will definitely be back!”


    On this day, the rusty sword was forged again and became a sword aimed at its master’s enemies.


    ***


    “Once again, I am a Blue Knight of the Cyronian Kingdom.”


    Ganien faced the head of themissioned cow standing with his feet on his desk.


    “Oh, that can’t be! A knight is asking about what this kind of municipality is doing…”


    Boom!


    The desk crumbled in an instant.


    The chief trembled and moved his eyes behind Ganien.


    His shop was literally cut in half to expose its inner flesh, many adventurers wereid out on the floor.


    During such an absurd situation, the chief seemed to go crazy when this man called himself a knight.


    “Now, are you ready to talk?”


    Ganien took one step closer to the chief.


    The chief took a further step backward, but the hard wall hit his back.


    He had nowhere to turn.


    “The-, the soldiers will be here soon.”


    “Do you know how many times I’ve talked to you?”


    Garnien tapped his shoulder lightly with his sword.


    It was good to run.


    He also fought against adventurers, and he tried to sh a shop, something he had always wanted to try.


    However, the mouth of the chief of themissioning office was tighter than expected.


    He was afraid because he had encountered so many adventurers, but he was not terrified.


    Ganien stopped as a hand tapped him on the shoulder and looked behind him.


    “I’m here? Ruel is… Did you copse again?”


    “I did.”


    Cassion showed the Ruel in his arms to Ganien.


    Then, Ruel opened his eyes and said,


    “Cassion put it down now.”


    “Did you not copse?”


    “I was embarrassed and pretended to copse. You knew everything and pretended that you didn’t.”


    I felt dizzy, but not enough to faint.


    But I vomited blood.


    I judged thetter to pretend to be OK in the situation and to turn around and copse.


    “What? You scared me.”


    Ganien looked at the chief again.


    Ruel pointed his cane and looked around.


    There were many spectators, perhaps because the building was cut in half.


    “You, you bastards!”


    The chief shouted in disgust.


    “Isn’t it over yet?”


    He was terrified, but Ruel was bewildered by his bubbly appearance.


    Indeed, cheating adventurers was something that most adventurers could only do.


    Ganien shook his head softly.


    “He’s quite poisonous. You didn’t say I could cut him anywhere, so I didn’t touch him.”


    “One arm is fine. By the way, did the soldierse?”


    At the sight of the two casually spewing out scary noises, the chief became terrified.


    It wasn’t that he didn’t do any harm, it was that he knew he didn’t.


    “They didn’t show up.”


    “…Ha, I was about to solve a problem, but I’ve found another.”


    Ruel sighed deeply and walked to the chief.


    “Cassion, cover for a second.”


    “Okay.”


    He took off the cloak he was wearing and almost wrapped it around the chief and Ruel.


    “Come on, look at this. Before that, if you see this and scream, your neck is dingy.”


    Ruel held out the back of his hand and showed the shield pattern.


    The chief desperately covered his mouth.


    However, he could not hide hisrge eyes and his trembling body. It was as if he was about to copse at any moment.


    “You must have heard all about what you did, right? Continue to cry out about your sins from this ce until the soldierse. Okay?”


    “… Ugh.”


    “Answer.”


    “Oh, I see! I’ll keep that in mind! Definitely, definitely… ”


    “There. Now, shout in front of the crowd. Loudly.”


    When Ruel turned around, Cassion took the cloak back.


    The chief shouted at the sound of Ruel’s cane.


    “I, I swindled adventurers using bandits who robbedrge warehouses so that I could embezzle themission fees! I am a killer!”


    ‘Kya, that’s why it’s so good.’


    “Are you going back to the mansion now?”


    “No, we need to know why our soldiers aren’ting don’t we?”


    Ruel chuckled.


    “Ganien, will you go on a rampage again?”


    “As much as you want me to.”


    Apparently, Ganien had just gotten a taste of work.