Chapter 93 – Seoul
“So, you’re applying for a mercenary guild?”
A soldier asked Ian.
The man, who had grown his beard in a round shape from his mustache to his chin, was very talkative and friendly-a man called ‘Bill the Talker’ among his colleagues.
To the man’s question, Ian answered with a grin, fixing the clothes that weighed down his shoulders.
“Yes, because my dream is to become a knight.”
“Hoooh- Knight… A knight… Are you ambitious? So, are you aiming for the capital’s academy…? To become an Imperial Knight…?”
The talkative Bill was so loud that he drew the attention of the soldiers around him.
Ian felt the attention gathering around him and felt burdened, so he shook his head with a slightly introspective look.
“Yes, I need a letter of recommendation to go to the academy, so I am going to build my reputation by doing mercenary work.”
“Hey, that’s great…? When I was your age, I said all kinds of shit that I would try it with the girl next door…!”
At the words of the talkative Bill, the soldiers laughed wow haha. Ian too haha- laughed awkwardly.
“I am now twenty-one and nine. You can see that I ate enough. Yes, I must have had a dream when I was young. I love alcohol so much that it was my dream to open a bar selling my own brewed alcohol…! Well, right now I’d gladly take off my underwear if I could get into a keg…!”
At the words of the talkative Bill giggling, the soldiers giggled. Then, each of them shared their dreams.
Some were bakers, some were cooks.
And some even said that becoming a knight was a dream, to the extent that Ian was surprised.
One of his dogs, a black-eyed man with a long mustache, raised the corner of his mouth at an angle and asked a mischievous question.
“Why do we look so bad to you? Guys who dreamed of becoming knights-, they look pitiful because they’re still working as soldiers until they’re this age…?”
“Oh, no…! I am absolutely not like that…!”
Ian hurriedly waved his hand away, startled. The man giggled, saying it was a joke.
“I am Boris.”
“This is Ian!”
Boris, the man with the mustache, smiled kindly and held Ian’s hand.
Then chuck-shouldered him and he whispered in his ear.
“Is this you? It’s a good acquaintance. I’m envious…?”
Boris raised his little finger and pointed at Monica, who was walking in front of him.
As the soldiers here also attended Ian’s wedding, they did not know that she was married to Ian.
She wore pants instead of her skirt and was dressed in men’s attire for her trip. Nevertheless, her height was straight and she had a good figure—soldiers glanced at her from time to time.
“Then what about him? Is that a handsome friend?”
This time she pointed at Lily, who was walking beside him.
Lily was the same outfit as before.
A bow stick hung from her body – a quiver slung over her shoulder. In her off-white tunic, long breeches, and boots, she wore a cape over her shoulders—his shoulders uncovered.
Nonetheless- her off-white color and curvaceous body were not hidden.
Most of her soldiers were already glancing at her, blushing at her, and even the eyes of this man—Boris, who had been addressing her to Ian—were directed at her lily’s twitching hips.
Ian got a bit displeased – and shook his head.
“Lily doesn’t belong to anyone…”
At Ian’s words, Boris giggled and slapped him on the back.
“I’m just kidding man…! Can’t you even joke? Write-.”
But it hits the back too hard. Boris said to Ian, who frowned.
“Tsk tsk- the bastard is dying… Anyway, then what is this guy, he doesn’t even have an owner…? Hey… Write- I can’t imagine how much my inner flesh must be so tender hehe… Since I was born, all I’ve done with women is been with prostitutes…! But all of those bitches have black and saggy pussies – don’t they fucking taste like fucking them…? Even if you put it in, it’s no different from throwing it into wet straw…! Write it down…”
At Boris’ exaggerated obscenity – rocking his hips back and forth against a rock by the side of the road – the soldiers giggled again.
Yes, wherever you go – there were people like this.
People who disparage women and treat them like objects…
His stomach was boiling because he felt bad about bringing up such a thing with Lily, but Ian just laughed awkwardly, ahaha.
It was because of Seo-joon’s words not to cause trouble until he reached his destination.
If you are with them, even the thieves who plunder on the highway will not touch you-, it would be better if you go together- so don’t be harsh- as Seo-jun had said… Ian smiled and suppressed his anger.
Boris stared at Ian for a long time, noticed that he was in a bad mood, and moved to another place with a smile.
As he walked away, the talkative Bill, who was walking beside him, whispered.
“Hey, reserve knight-. If you can, don’t get too close to him. In the village where I stayed last time, he was beaten by Sir Lorend for trying to touch a woman.”
Ian’s words made him wary of Boris.
The way he glanced at Lily and Monica’s buttocks was quite annoying.
Like that, Ian got out of the village and walked along the highway, mingling with twenty or so soldiers.
The wind blew from behind.
Ian adjusted his clothes and looked at the huts of Herero in the distance behind him. They were now as small as his fingernails – they looked like sparse hair.
Now the villagers were nowhere to be seen. If you look at it still, it seems that you can see the dots. I saw the cabin where Ian had lived all his life.
Ah-. It’s about time to eat new cham-.
Are they watching here too? Are my mother and father missing me…?
Ian, who stopped for a moment and looked toward the village, smiled softly as he recalled the memories he had accumulated one by one.
“Ian? What are you doing. Hey. Aren’t you coming soon?”
Seojun gestured to Ian from the front.
“Ah yes!”
Ian hurriedly caught up with his group.
“Ian…! Hehe…”
Then Monica chuckled at Ian and crossed her arms.
Her long blonde hair, which used to fall down to her waist, now draped at the nape of her neck.
She cut it short to avoid stumbling upon her during her adventures, but the long nape of her neck was exposed, adding to her charm.
Ian slightly blushed at the woman’s body, and then, feeling Lily’s glance at her from the side, he managed his expression.
“I’m a little nervous, Ian.”
At what Monica said with a soft laugh, her Ian nodded her head as well.
Yes, she’s obviously scared, but her heart is full again.
There will be more diverse events than in the village.
There are definitely dangerous things as well as fun things.
But she’ll get through it, she assured Ian.
Somehow I felt that way.
Her confidence was not unfounded.
Ian gained a lot from this raid by the bandits and the fight against her mercenaries.
That she’s not that weak.
Hitting people can sometimes be a way to protect people.
Even now, when I look down at my palm, I can still vividly see the hot fresh blood that flowed down my palm when I killed that mercenary. That touch, that temperature, that smell… Everything felt like it had just happened.
The woman’s slowly closing eyelids and her body cooling down. The feeling of her fingertips, as if poking her water-filled meat…
But it was unavoidable.
It was a murder to protect a precious person.
Ian raised her eyes and looked behind her again.
Unlike Deherowan, who was caught up in the phone and burned, Herero was unharmed.
My parents, Lily, Seojun hyung, and Monica were all safe.
Among the villagers, no one was killed or injured except himself.
It was because everyone was trying to protect the village as one.
Ian did not regret killing anyone. Maybe Seojun hyung is like that too.
Obviously, similar things will continue to happen in the future.
Someone else could have been aiming for Ian’s neck, or he could have tried to hurt his precious people.
Seojun hyung was like that.
If we weren’t famous- the bastards who saw us as fuck would attack us from all sides, and we would have to fight them-.
If you become famous again, all sorts of bastards will come to grab that fame, and we will have to fight them again-.
Even more so, as long as Lily and Monica exist, there will gradually be those who will turn their eyes to her beauty and attack her.
Ian intended to protect the two of them.
Even if something happens that kills the opponent in the process-, I won’t hesitate any longer.
“Wow···. Watch the sun rise over there, Ian…!”
Monica pointed to the sun rising over a ridge in the distance.
The bright sun began to shine brightly on the path they were walking on.
Very bright-
