Chapter 309 – Chapter 309 ― Be My Companion (2)
Episode 309 ― Become my ally (2)
Bright yellow glitter.
It’s gold
Neither of them had ever seen so many gold coins at once in their lives.
“I heard you paid 200 gold in Spruce? I got it right there.”
Urtellia bulged her eyes.
Because it was something I hadn’t told Roan.
The feeling of intimidation given by the metal in front of his eyes was amazing.
It’s not that I haven’t touched gold coins.
However, the number of digits was different.
The payment in the royal castle was also divided into several times.
“… Dazzling…”
Urtellia admired.
Nothing was said, but Anmut couldn’t take her eyes off her either.
The money I’ve accumulated my whole life isn’t even half of this.
“I’ll teach you a sword when you go to Basel.”
At Roan’s words, Anmut raised his head from her pocket.
“… Yes?”
The two looked at Roan with rabbit eyes, but he remained calm.
Wasn’t that what you were doing from the start?
Raise warriors.
“And Urtellia. Your blood and blood…”
I was about to reveal that I was the lord of Northern Baengnyeong, but I held back. You can leave that joy to Count Bertellia.
“It should be enough to support you. Stay with her and grow her strength.”
The image of the collapsed Urtellia still flickered before Roan’s eyes.
In fact, it is not only applicable to Anmut and Urtellia.
Above all, you must be strong.
It was a thought I had after sword to sword with the Grand Duke, who was imbued with ‘greed’.
Swordsmanship and divine magic.
You have to grow more.
In the original game, the process was simple.
Just take a woman and grow up.
However, the reality was not a game.
Being an emperor is a position with more chores than you think.
At least it was fortunate that Roan was known as a fool, so the shackles were few.
The time for the emperor to immerse himself in training was freer than other members of the royal family.
“I will use your power then.”
For a while, the two of them stared blankly at each other, as if speechless.
“Your majesty.”
The next action of Yurtellia, who looked at Anmut while holding her money bag, was surprising.
She pushed her pockets back to Roan.
“Are you sick?!”
Anmut did not hide his astonishment, which was rare. Anmut with her mouth open and her ears laid back.
However, Urutellia didn’t even take a hit.
“I can’t take it, Your Majesty.”
At her words, Roan tilted her head slightly with a languid expression.
“Um, why?”
“I got too many.”
Urtellia’s voice trembled with all sorts of complex emotions.
Already before getting into her carriage, walking down a narrow alley, Yurtalia asked Roan about her blood relatives.
Not as actively asking as Roan had imagined. Perhaps it was difficult to accept the sudden reunion.
She told the story of Urtellia that she had heard from Count Bertellia, including that she had a mark on her body.
Now she fully believed that Roan had indeed found her sister.
“You found my sister. Eventually I… That’s why we raised so much money. Your Majesty is my benefactor.”
In her appearance, Roan overlapped the previous Count Bertellia’s appearance when he met Urtellia.
The moment Roan realizes she has found her brother.
The Count fell on his knees and swore allegiance.
“I will use my power. Anything. I will do whatever I can.”
Urutellia’s face was overflowing with determination.
Her appearance was unfamiliar to Anmut.
She was the one who always took care of herself.
It was a very different feeling to see a person who excluded all the people around him and showed affection only to himself, but showed more emotions to others.
But at the same time, I could understand it.
It is her long-cherished dream to find her blood kin.
She must not have known that what she thought would be impossible even if it took her whole life could be solved so quickly.
It was no wonder that she would dedicate the rest of her life to Roan.
“Yes, I understand. Urtellia.”
Under the sunlight, the emperor smiled faintly, took his money bag, and kept it in his bosom.
You have won Urtellia’s heart again.
You just need to increase her power like this.
The childish beeping sound effect didn’t bother me today.
“Will it be okay as it is, Anmut?”
“Ah.”
Urtellia asked cautiously.
“I… Can you give me half of it again?”
**
The Count, who was contacted by Roan, ran to the castle in a month.
It was after he brought Helen, Sermo, Anmut, and Urtellia to the castle in Basel.
Bishop Sermo, along with Helen, sent them out to meet humans inside and outside the imperial castle.
“Your Majesty, my brother… Are you really in here? Is my brother right? How can you be sure of that?”
Anxiety made the count talk a lot. Roan patted her on the shoulder.
“You will know when you meet.”
The process of meeting Count Bertellia in the previous Urtellia was rather sudden. After all, it was in bed that Roan discovered Urtellia’s stigma.
It bothered her that she had not properly prepared her mind for the meeting with the Count.
At least this time I tried not to.
The secret drawing room of the introspection.
A small room connected to the office used by the emperor to meet the empress or other guests whom he did not want the public to know about.
Count Bertellia held her doorknob, shaking her hand uncharacteristically for her.
“…”
The moment the door opened, the eyes of the two sisters met.
Anmut was sitting next to Urutellia. He woke up without me knowing.
He seemed more nervous than Urtellia.
The Count’s gaze, which would normally have given Anmut a look like ‘Who are you?’, Seemed to be nailed to Urtellia.
Can we feel each other even if we are distant from each other for a long time?
Roan heard her murmur.
“… Glass.”
The Count hesitantly took a small goblet from his bosom. Roan had seen that thing before. An item that contains the blood of two people and confirms whether they are blood relatives.
Roan knows the truth, but
The important thing is not Roan’s perception, but the two of them accepting each other.
Even if you look at them, they seem to recognize that they are sisters, but in the end they are wizards.
I don’t believe it unless there are objective results.
“Blood and blood… I’ll check. I don’t doubt His Majesty’s words, but…”
“I am OK.”
Roan lightly waved his hand at the table of honor.
Urutellia rather welcomed it.
She knew at a glance that the Count was her blood relative, but the moment her long-cherished wish came true, she didn’t want to leave a single bit of anxiety behind.
“Do you need blood?”
Urtellia cut her palm with a small dagger without delay. Bertellia cuts her own finger as well as she accepts handing it over.
And the result is
As you know, it’s red.
“Glass. I… I am your sister glass.”
The two cats hugged each other deeply.
The population of Northern Baengnyeong, ruled by the Count, is over one million.
A ruthless lord, and a wizard who ruthlessly cuts off anyone who gets in his way, to the point where it’s not enough to say he’s cruel, collapsed in a miraculous encounter.
“Okay. I was lacking How could I doubt you sorry. I’m sorry, Yuri.”
“Sister. Sister… I don’t even know the name…”
As soon as Urtellia saw the Count for the first time, her first thought was anger. She felt like a child, wondering why she had missed her or if she hadn’t protected herself.
However, this time, in Yurtellia, she had a moment to contemplate herself.
She knew it was nonsense. She is a child who has not yet reached adulthood, even if she is her older sister, who has an age gap with herself.
I can’t hold her accountable for her past.
More important than that is the fact that, finally, she got to meet her sister, whom she had to live with, perhaps never meeting in her entire life.
It wasn’t that Yurtellia wasn’t unsuspecting either, but as soon as she saw the count, she knew at a glance.
She is the same person who held his hand and stroked his hair when he was little.
“Glass. My name is Bertellia. Do you remember?”
Bertellia.
The Count spoke his real name.
There was a bit of surprise in Roan’s eyes.
Does it matter if you tell me or Anmut?
However, Yurtalia, who was not as familiar with the customs of her demon tribe as Roan was, just rolled her newly learned name in her mouth over and over again.
“Bertellia… Ah, so… Lia, yes, Lia sister, that’s right, that’s how I called it… The name Leah wasn’t mine…”
Perhaps the only trace left in the faint memory. She kept it under her own name so she wouldn’t forget it.
“Are you okay. Because you are young.”
The Count cried and smiled as if he loved the crying Urtellia so much.
Her gentle touch stroked her Yurtellia’s hair and her tabby ears. Honey seemed to drip from her eyes.
“You grew up beautifully. She couldn’t do anything.”
Even with her eyes full of tears, Count Bertellia laughed. It was the most human-like smile Roan had ever seen.
“Strong.”
The Count barely stopped her wails and stroked both shoulders of Yurtelia, who was groaning.
Although she may not be as good as the Earl, Urtellia is not weak. The Count recognized her potential at once.
“Who are you? Are you Urtellia’s partner?”
The Count’s tearful gaze, which had been embracing Urtellia several times, returned.
Anmut’s tail swelled up at the words she put into her mouth.
The count is not a swordsman, but the archmage’s magical power beyond the realm can exude an aura that can crush the swordsman. Anmut carefully opened his mouth.
“… No.”
“Sister, even kidding… Say that.”
Urtellia, who sniffled and spat out words, explained.
“He is like a little brother. We ran away together when we were young and became mercenaries together. You kept protecting me.”
“Escape…”
Despite Urtellia’s brief explanation, Count Bertellia grimaced at her as if her heart was in pain.
Every time they quarreled, and if you listen to the circumstances, Anmut was also Urtellia’s ward and protector.
A comrade who spent close to half his life together, a being like family.
Yurteria did not want to endure the pain of her feelings alone this time. As if she were relying on Anmut, she asked to be with her in this place.
Roan thought he was lucky.
That’s because there will be more opportunities for Yurteria to come back to her full strength and help herself.
“There must be a lot of things to share with each other.”
Roan said softly.
“I was bitten by all the attendants around me. Yurteria She doesn’t have to use the magic of four blocks. Let her talk freely and use this room. She’ll tell you to empty the guest room in Hwangseong.”
A mischievous smile spread across Roan’s face for a moment.
“You guys are familiar with the structure of this castle, so I don’t think Jim needs to explain further.”
Anmut’s face turned slightly red.
He made fun of the fact that he was aiming for Roan’s life in the past.
“When your mind is clear to some extent, come to the office. I have a story to tell.”
Knowing that Roan was about to bite him, the Count opened his eyes wide and knelt down in front of Roan.
“Your majesty.”
The Count bowed his head deeply. Her orange hair was flowing down and her expression was not visible.
“Thank you. Thank you How can I express this feeling enough to say thank you.”
However, her trembling voice and loud sound effects made her mind guess.
Around the time when the affinity stopped at +65 and the sound effect disappeared, the count once again put the oath.
“You have solved my lifelong goal in this way. Bertellia, the great lord of Northern Baekryung. For the rest of my life, I will obey you and repay your favor.”
Yurteria also cried and knelt down on her knees.
She kept saying thank you.
Anmut was staring at him in awe.
