Chapter 232 – Chapter 232 ― Fall in the Summer, Like Frost on a Summer Day (3)
Episode 232 ― Summer Rain, Like Frost on a Summer Day (3)
The eyes of the two priests who had managed to find peace seemed to pop out. No matter how famous Anmut is among mercenaries, it seems that his reputation has not spread to the priests.
However, despite such a reaction, Anmut greeted Roan as if nothing had happened and brought up his business.
For Anmut, the extent to which humans are surprised belongs to a moderate reaction. There were many cases where he cursed at me or tried to kill me.
“I came to see you.”
“How’s Fiora?”
“Yes. You are doing very well.”
I wondered if anything, but I was relieved after all. Roan smiled lightly and stood up.
“Then Sermo. We’ll take care of the business and come back. Will you prepare people by then? I think I’ll be back before dinner.”
“All right.”
“I understand the feeling of not being used to it. Let’s not care about today’s work.”
Laughing lightly and comforting the two young priests’ shoulders, Roan left the orphanage with Helen. He was accompanied by Anmut and Yurtellia.
“Fiora-sama has appeared in the social world.”
“Already?”
If you don’t have connections, you can’t show your face carelessly in the social world. But he said he was already seated?
“Yes. Because she is a mysterious beauty, noble men are already approaching her. I even came to visit the ducal family.”
Anmut’s explanation is a bit strange.
Because she’s a beauty shrouded in mystery?
Roan swallowed a laugh.
“Did Fiora tell you that?”
Anmut’s cheeks heated up a little.
Ashamed.
“… Yes, I was asked to do so.”
“That unnie, it’s true that you’re good at it, but I think you’re a bit self-conscious.”
Still, Fiora’s title for her has become ‘sister’. She seems to have built a decent relationship with Yurteria as well.
“She doesn’t have to be polite to others.”
Because we all owe her to her.
However, it seems that Yurtellia understood Roan’s words adequately, even without a hint. Like ‘because it’s so beautiful’ or ‘because it’s so strong’.
“It is said that the court mage has been away for a while. She has always been by the king’s side, and she has been reported missing lately.”
“Hmm.”
Could it be that the wizard himself went to the ruins?
I hope Fiora can provide a bit more detail. Will that happen soon?
“And this is the material Your Majesty was talking about.”
Urtellia turned over a bunch of papers.
Roan quickly skimmed through the contents.
As expected, she seems to have a knack for gathering information.
Handing over the documents to Helen, Roan congratulated Urtellia.
“You suffered. Excellent.”
“Uhuhu, His Majesty complimented me!”
“Hmm. Okay. Good job.”
“Ehehe.”
Anmut put on an awkward expression and Helen made her hard face, but Roan gave her the extended nod.
Praise is free.
In the meantime, surprise came to Helen’s expression as she examined the contents of what Roan had handed over.
“Master, this person… I know this person.”
“Okay. He is the one who dedicated the sword to you.”
The sword worn around Helen’s waist.
The one who dedicated the holy sword for the saintess.
It was Baron Mo who gave Grunent and Helen good things, including swords, by giving them a line when they were in Merde.
“Ah, so where are you going now… !”
Helen finally put on a face of realization and bit her mouth shut.
Her expression became heavy, which made Anmut or Yurtellia puzzled, but she did not carelessly ask anything of hers.
As expected, this aristocrat, Baron Lars, has a bad reputation. He seems to be walking a tightrope among nobles and high-ranking members of the church, but nothing good could come out of the ordinary people or mercenaries he used.
It’s not just that young engineer who was affected.
There are several special technicians hired by the family, but how many of them are treated properly?
As soon as the carriage arrived at the destination, Helen’s expression became more confident. But in the end, Urtellia had to ask.
“… Why did you come here? If you have anything to buy, you can order us.”
“Hmm. I have come to fetch someone.”
“Ah…”
It was Urtellia who wrote the report.
The ‘magical tool’ contained in it is created from the inside. She appears to have a technician employed at home, but cannot confirm where they are contracted separately. Her reputation among technicians is not good.’ Is also the result of her research.
With her head spinning fast, she must have understood right away. According to Roan’s order, she found out that the smithy Roan was going to visit was related to the noble she had investigated.
The streets where blacksmiths were gathered are quiet, unlike just a month or two ago.
The aftermath of the armistice has finally arrived.
Among them, Roan entered a shabby smithy.
Everyone was a little surprised at the empty interior. The owner, who was inside the smithy, came out and greeted them.
“You are here.”
“Long time no see.”
He was wearing an overcoat.
The clothes are generous, not luxurious, but neat.
There must be a dagger hidden inside.
Recognizing Roan and Helen who followed him, the owner greeted them lightly.
Seeing Anmut, the prisoner behind him, he opened his eyes as if he was a little surprised, but he heard that he was going to the country of demons in the future. I can’t be surprised by the number of people. Didn’t he say that among the famous mercenaries he could also be?
“Are you ready?”
Roan wrote in a letter who the noble he was going to visit and when and how he would do it, and informed the host in advance through Sermo.
Roan had already warned me to sort everything out and left. Since then, the host started selling items from the smithy and emptying the place.
All the traces left by his son disappeared at a bargain price. It didn’t matter to him anyway.
‘Cause now there’s only the end left
“Yes.”
The owner nodded his head resolutely and held out his hand to Roan first.
“My name is Kruber. Please take good care of me.”
Helen’s and the other two’s eyes widened.
Knowing Roan’s true identity, it was an act that could be called rude, but to a person named Kruber, it would have been an example of his heart.
Roan did not ignore that feeling.
“Kruber. All right. For some reason, I’ll tell you the name later. Is that all Jim, anyway?”
The burden is too simple to think of moving somewhere. The small bundle he had by his side seemed to be all he had.
However, the owner nodded.
He probably doesn’t care what happens when the revenge is over.
But it is not. What he will do is start from then.
They climbed back into the waiting carriage.
“Anmut, Leah.”
“Yes.”
Inside the carriage, Roan told the two what to do.
“When we arrive, I will go see the Baron with Helen and Mr. Kruber.”
“All right. Then what about the escort?”
This is a formal escort request that ‘Isen’ directly asked the two of them through the guild.
Information on official requests through guilds can be protected by magic contracts. In addition, the guild’s mercenaries are protected from external pressure.
Literally, a mercenary is someone who works for someone who gives money. Depending on the employer, no one would hire mercenaries if they were to retaliate, so the guilds had developed enough strength to resist nobles and royal families.
That’s why Roan decided to enlist the help of the two on this occasion.
“The escort is done. I have something to look for instead.”
“A thing?”
When Urtellia asked, Roan explained.
“We will enter the house through the front door. And soon there will be a commotion. In the meantime, the two of you approach through the back door. If you turn left along the wall of the mansion, there is an incineration plant.”
Anmut frowned slightly as if surprised.
They themselves are unaware of such a detailed structure. Because the interior of a noble family’s mansion is not easily obtainable information.
How the hell did you find out about this? And the two prisoners were even more surprised by Roan’s next words.
“On the other side of the incinerator, there is a thicket of shrubbery attached to the mansion building. The bushes are exceptionally small and flat. Look inside it Perhaps there is something like a small burnt book.”
“In the bush… A book?”
It was an insider that reminded Urutellia of questioning. Did the insider hiding in the Baron’s house hide a secret journal or something? Otherwise, I don’t think I’ll be able to know this in detail, even the things I’m looking for.
Yurtalia was amazed at Roan’s abilities again.
He never dreamed that he would be able to get this kind of information in the game.
While Roan gives them instructions,
The wagon quickly headed into the city.
“Take the lead.”
The living area of nobles lined with elegant townhouses. Kruber, the blacksmith, only occasionally came to deliver orders from nobles. Even in the midst of tension, while he was looking around, Yurteria moved her steps.
The Baron’s Mansion is on the edge of the Noble House District. There is also a rating here. The townhouses of the few dukes or counts with many in power are located in the very center of the district, close to the royal palace. The houses of those who do not have the strength to do so are a little noisier and are closer to the main roads where people come and go.
Like where we are going now.
Watching Anmut and Urtellia follow the wall towards the back door, Roan spotted the gatekeeper.
Helen has already unlocked the transformation inside her wagon.
Upon her glance at her, Helen approached her gatekeeper.
“Stop. What is your business?”
Her male writer’s private asked her.
His eyes filled with suspicion as he saw Roan and the blacksmith standing behind him, but at least he wasn’t rude because Beauty was in front of him.
“I came to see Baron Lars.”
It was the first time I had ever seen Helen speak so overbearingly. She radiated ‘charisma’ from her body. When a woman who felt noble in her appearance and outfit treated her well, the gatekeeper became polite without even realizing it.
“… If you make an appointment in advance…”
The tone has already changed.
But Helen stared at her gatekeeper.
Her eyes are sharp She just looked at the gatekeeper in silence, but from that moment on, he could no longer resist Helen’s ‘charisma’.
“There is no need for promises. Is the baron inside?”
“Ah, yes, it is.”
“Tell them that the saintess has arrived.”
“All right.”
He obediently opened the mansion’s gate and ran into the main building. The power of her skill that I haven’t seen in a long time. Roan was about to take a step, but admiration came from an unexpected place.
“Are you a saint?!”
Ah. Okay. There was a crover
Roan turned to see the admiring blacksmith and the embarrassed smile of Helen.
“It’s an embarrassing name.”
“Goddess.”
He suddenly made the sign of the cross and tried to pray. Because he was surrounded by anxiety, hatred, sadness, and all kinds of negative emotions, the existence of the saintess, who was called the agent of God, was like a revelation.
Like the voice of God promising to avenge him.
The thoughts that came to my mind while watching the two of them disappeared at the sight of people running in a hurry.
“A lot of them come.”
“Since no one went out to greet guests, the baron or baroness must have kicked them all out.”
“It must be like touching a beehive, inside.”
“Yes.”
Helen, who actually created the situation, smiled brightly, but the expressions of the servants did not. From the aged butler to the maids, to the doorkeeper who entered earlier.
When the butler recognized the saintess’s face, her expression became so surprised that her eyes popped out.
Surrounded by them and apologized several times, the two finally entered the mansion.
“Helen. Did you come around like this?”
The baron and his wife, who hadn’t even finished redecorating, ran out into the lobby to greet us. The missing saintess appeared at our house. Their expressions of calculation and anticipation changed strangely when they saw me and the blacksmith standing behind Helen.
“Who are these people… ?”
And Helen opened her mouth. With ‘Charisma’.
“Please guide me to the drawing room.”
The baron could not even open his mouth, only nodded his head. The servants looked at him with a shocked expression.
