I bought a 'weapon for hunting monsters' from the owner and received beef jerky as a bonus, then returned to the carriage and sat down in the seat.
"I'm leaving!"
Rattle.....Rattle.....Rattle.....Rattle.....
With the call of the coachman, the carriage pulls out of the street corner and enters the main street.
As I was watching the villagers outside the window, I heard a yawn right next to me. I turned around to see Bainen, who had just woken up, looking at me and rubbing his sleepy eyes.
"Hmm.... Haven't we arrived yet? It's taking longer than expected."
It's ridiculous.
"I arrived and even bought things. We're on our way back now, Bainen."
"Yes? Yes? Why didn't you wake me up?"
"I don't think I'll need your escort to buy something at the mall."
"Huh true. What kind of situation and place does the assassin attack you, the young master?"
"The leap is severe. Could there be an assassin out there who would target me?"
When I asked curtly, Bainen nodded his head earnestly.
"To say the least, the role of the head of Viscount Deharm's family is not too important to make him a victim of political conflict. Even if it's worth making a scapegoat for, you won't be able to touch it easily. Viscount Deharm is like a beehive, if you compare it."
"Honeycomb?"
"Yes. As you know, the Viscount of Deharm has a lot of trust. The villagers also like the Viscount Deharm, and His Excellency the Count is also showing firm trust. No one would want to turn the entire county of Pelgaroin into an enemy by attacking the young master."
In short, it was said that it was true that the bees were angry when they said they would eat the honey in the hive.
Anyway, it's a beehive. I have no idea whether I should like it or not.
While I was taking a break, Bainen smiled and leaned back in the seat.
"That's why I really like the fact that I'm a vassal knight of the Deharm family."
"A place with strong trust?"
"It can't be. It's nice to be able to take it easy without risking anything or forgoing a paycheck."
It's my fault for asking. I opened my mouth after recalling the patience in my heart.
"I want you to realize that the salary I give you includes the maintenance of dignity."
"Nothing. Have I ever harmed the status of the Deharm family?"
"Does that sound come out even when I see your clothes? The maintenance and repair of armor is a basic skill of a knight."
Bainen shook his head leisurely.
"That's what the Bocchan misunderstood. Aristocrats, knights, or those who uselessly put their strength into costumes, and real knights who value tradition, like me, consider flaws in their armor as medals. It means we went through a lot of battles."
I've listened to it several times, and now I'm tired of it. Well, since he was an eccentric who refused to buy himself a new pair of armor, there was no way I could persuade him.
As I raised the white flag and looked away, Bainen turned to me.
"By the way, master. Are you having some fun with the elf slave?"
Regardless of my will, the muscles in my face twitch at the word elf slave. I am not having fun.
"You seem to be curious about everything."
"Of course I am curious, right? Her breasts are big, her hips are sensual, her hair is like silk, and her face is the color of a blush. In addition, if the young master, who usually ignores women, falls in love with her at first sight and brings her back."
"It sure she is pretty, but..."
"So, did you?...hehehe"
"What are you going to say?"
"This one, this one. hehehe"
Glancing to his side, Bainen was holding his hands together, pressing his palms together, and releasing it repeatedly. Each time, the sound of air and skin colliding was strangely audible.
Crazy guy Bainen did the action, but I felt ashamed for him.
"Stupid.... Can't you stop?"
"You haven't done it yet?"
"Even if you want to stop!"
I shouted again, and Beinen smiled shyly and shrugged his shoulders.
"I was just worried about you, so I told you what I wanted to say. Someday, you will have to arrange a night shift with Miss Esily, so why not practice as a slave beforehand?"
"Well, why do you practice that?"
"I don't know. Men tend to become rabbits on their first experience. The woman's side is getting some foreplay now, but the man goes first. Would you like it?"
"What is that? Are you a rabbit?"
"From a woman's point of view, it's a demeaning term for a man who ejaculates quickly without even having time to enjoy it. By the way, my first experience was with a prostitute. The ejaculation time was exactly 3 minutes and 48 seconds. I had an affair with Tanila, a prostitute from the Red Rose Tavern."
"No. How do you remember ejaculation time?"
"I hit it while leaking inside. It was a monumental day."
'Are you crazy or really, really passoniate!!???'
"... It's okay, so stop making weird noises. And Bainen."
"Yes, master."
"Can we stop talking about that topic? I am definitely the head of Viscount Deharm. Please respect the title."
Bainen blinked his eyes in surprise, then stroked his swarthy beard.
"But I haven't been calling you a young master for a very long time. I can still see your shining eyes asking me to teach swordsmanship."
"Isn't that the sound of forgetting memories?"
"Hmm. Still, doesn't it feel good to call you 'young master'? Moreover, it is frustrating to see that the young master only cares about the prosperity of the family these days and works all day. What the previous head of the family wanted was not the prosperity of the family but the happiness of the young master."
The horse leaks sideways. Bainen is intentionally twisting the subject of the conversation. Is that why he doesn't want to call me the head of the household?
I'm not sure if they still think of me as a child or if they don't recognize me as the family head, but neither of them felt very good.
"Tsk. Do as you please."
Nervously clicking his tongue, Beinun scratched his cheek shyly.
Beinen, who was silent for a while, stared blankly at the scenery outside his window, then snapped his fingers as if he had just remembered.
"Oh. It's been a long time since I've been out; would you like to go in for a meal?"
"It is a useless expense. If it's a meal, you can go back to the mansion and eat it."
"Is that so? Too bad. I wanted to introduce you to a store I know. They cook very well there."
'Let's ignore him for now.'
"As soon as you bite into the meat, the juice bursts out, and the vegetables that come out as garnish are all fresh, and the seafood, which is rarely seen here, flutters like it was just caught. In particular, the chewiness of the seasoned shrimp is indescribable."
'I have to ignore...'
"How about macaroni with grated cheese? The good ingredients meet the skillful hands of the chef, blend harmoniously, and stir in the mouth."
Regardless of my will, saliva from the salivary glands floods my mouth. After being silent for a while, I raised my head as if there was nothing I could do about it.
"If you really beg for it, let's go on a field trip. Maybe I can help the chef at the mansion with some cooking tips."
"Hehe. All right."
I hated Beinan's sneaky smile, but I couldn't give up the delicious food.
*****
When he returned to the mansion after eating with Beinen, the sky was already covered with sunsets.
"You worked hard to gather words. Go in and rest; Bainen and you too."
After getting off the carriage and sending Vainnon and his coachman back, I stopped on my way to the mansion. It was because there was a woman flying this way on a broomstick with the sunset in the background.
It was evident that she was a witch, as she was wearing a wide-brimmed hat with all sorts of decorations.
'What's the witch doing in my mansion?'
As he waited with his hands behind his back in a curious wind, the witch gently landed on her pavement and picked up a broom. On her chest was an 'apprentice witch' badge.
"Hello. You are right here. You are the head of the Deharm Viscount Theorad, right?"
"Do you know me?"
"Sure. You are the one who's going to receive a letter from me, so I have seen your picture."
Someone sent me a letter with the witch's daily special. When I nodded my head, the witch smiled, took out a letter from her bag, and held it out.
"Here you go."
"Okay. It must have been hard work, but thank you for delivering this letter."
After accepting the letter and expressing my gratitude to the witch, I felt breathless for a moment.
Of course, the seal that sealed the letter contained a sharp-eyed swan with its wings wide open.
'Countess Pelgarin....'
The sharp-eyed swan, with its wings spread, is the seal that symbolizes the family of Count Pelgarin. If you say he sent a letter from there, isn't it obvious why?
'They're probably trying to reprimand Esily for the rudeness I showed her.'
If Esily returned to the castle and told the count all of my ugliness, that would be enough to explain. His Excellency His disappointment at my ignorance must have sent me a letter to rebuke me.
With tears inside, I broke the seal of the letter and examined its contents.
"Dear Theorard,
How are you? I hope you'll forgive me for not being able to visit the mansion because I've been busy with various things lately.
It's no different that I sent you a letter like this, but since my sister, Esily, has been in a very strange state since she met you, I took up a pen to see what had happened.
Originally, she used to tell me many words with her worldly, joyous face on the day she met you. Some fun, but most of it is a good thing about you.
But that doesn't happen this time. Rather, she seemed to be immersed in something, as if she were in deep thought.
Even if I ask her why, she does not answer and simply ignores it.
Did something bad happen between you two? If there's anything I can do to help the relationship between the two of you, I'd like to do so, so please tell me without hesitation.
With love, Fred."
It was not sent by His Excellency the Count. After reading the letter, I felt a sense of relief.
Fortunately, Esily seemed to be keeping quiet about my rudeness toward her. It was a very grateful thing.
"Have you finished reading the letter?"
The witch asks resoundingly. I nodded her head, and the witch sat down with her broom in the air.
"If you have something to tell me, say it now. I'm going to drop by the count's house and get off work."
"Ah. If that's the case, I'll go up to the office and write a letter."
"That doesn't work. The sunset is setting. Witches do chores until the moon rises. It is a fact that humans and we witches made a pact on Walpurgis Night, both in name and reality, that even His Majesty the Emperor cannot violate."
She's a tricky witch. He can't help it.
I paused for a while and then spoke.
"Tell the count that there was a little misunderstanding. I will explain everything to Esily when I go up to the castle soon."
"Ok. The massage has been received."
The smiling witch kicks the ground.
Whooss!!!!
The broomstick floated high into the sky and began to fly somewhere, supporting the witch's body.
The witch, who gradually moved away from him, seemed to be swallowed up by the glow of the setting sun. After staring blankly at her back, I came to my senses and moved on to her steps.
'I can't keep bullying the elf.'
Although the happenings caused by the elves were still just small misunderstandings, there was a possibility that one day they would grow into a huge problem that would undermine the family's prestige.
'Before that, I have to solve the elf's problem.'
If I don't solve the elf who is the cause of all this, I will continue to be in a dangerous situation.
So tonight. I must hunt an elf.
'No, I will hunt demons.'