Chapter 30 – Episode 30. Like This Bitch
“Did you get permission from squad leader Astrid?”
“Ah, shouldn’t it be something only Cadet Leopold allows?”
It seemed that the operation had changed.
Archemilla, who had told Astrid but was so bitterly rejected that she couldn’t even find a match, now changed her strategy to get permission directly from Leopold, and she stayed close to Leopold throughout the training period, trembling all over in order to catch his eye.
Astrid sat close to Leopold and stared intently at Akhemilla, who was eagerly and diligently wooing her to dance her first dance at the ball, then sighed and looked away.
‘Play well, play well. Am I jealous of that stuff? What nonsense are you talking about, Won.’
Astrid clicked her tongue and licked his lips.
The last 4 weeks of the 4 weeks of training started.
In the 4th week, all the basic training has been completed, so now it is a comprehensive training, mixing two squads and entering another camp training center for 5 days of camp training.
Today is the second day, and evening.
After the day’s combat training, it was time to prepare dinner. It was around that time when the sun was just starting to set, so Leopold, Astrid, and Akemilla were the only three remaining at the camp watching the fire while waiting for the squad members who had gone to get food.
All of a sudden, even Astain disappeared, saying “Good job, squad leader” And leaving an incomprehensible wink to Astrid, saying that he and the other squad members were looking for firewood, and thanks to that, it was up to the three of them to light the fire.
‘Is it really right to catch fire if I do this?’
After sticking a sharp twig into a rather wide wooden board with a groove, and diligently rubbing it for about 10 minutes, far from catching fire, only a little smoke rose.
“Squad leader, I will do it now.”
It wasn’t particularly difficult, it was just boring work, but Leopold stood up as if it seemed difficult as Astrid sighed in succession and rubbed the branches.
“Ah, Cadet Leopold, squad leader Astrid is setting an example. What are you saying?”
Hearing that makes Astrid very annoyed. And, she had no reason to put up with it.
Besides, Astrid wasn’t calm enough to be patient with such noise.
“Is it so? I’m not the only squad leader, so how about setting an example at this point?”
Along with the branch Astrid was holding, the wooden plank crashed into the ground at Akemilla’s feet with a thud.
Astrid glared at Akhemilla, who looked up.
Eyes that could kill a person were glaring at Akemilla, shining coldly.
She was born as the daughter of a top lord and lived a life far from seeing blood like her battles. As Akemilla, she didn’t have the courage to face those eyes, so she naturally lowered her eyes.
“Since I set an example as a squad leader, I think Squad Leader Akhemilla should also set an example.”
After saying that, Astrid turned around without regret.
She thought of saying something harsh to Leopold in her heart, but in fact she didn’t have anything to say.
Leopold had been cutting the firewood into pieces to make it easier to push it into the oven.
With the dagger I borrowed from Erania, I trimmed off the twigs and trimmed off any parts that were less dry.
In other words, the only thing she was hanging out with was Akemilla. So Astrid didn’t say much to Leopold either.
Just, she just glared at her like she was going to eat it and then turned around.
– Oh, that’s called jealousy.
Sister Vera Shien’s words kept spinning in her head.
Jealous, jealous Is this jealousy
It didn’t make sense, so she couldn’t even admit it. Speaking of jealousy, there must be something, even a little love, but Leopold didn’t feel that way.
But somehow, Leopold wasn’t too happy when he saw Astain whispering something to Astrid like before. He felt bad rather than bad, to be honest.
Maybe that’s why Leopold didn’t push away and didn’t push back and didn’t express his intention to reject it clearly.
As if to show off.
“Oh, it’s an arm… “
Akemilla hadn’t even been up for five minutes, and she was whining that her arms hurt, even though there wasn’t even smoke rising.
‘Astrid didn’t show any sign of dislike or difficulty even though she did it alone for over 10 minutes.’
The thought of comparing herself to Astrid came to her unconscious, and Leopold shook her head quickly to shake her thoughts away.
“Hey, what have you been doing? You don’t even light a fire.”
Thick voice.
It was Deott, the heavy-duty knight in charge of the vanguard of Akhemilla’s squad.
After placing the three or four rabbits on his back on the bonfire, Deott approached Akemilla.
“Give me this, squad leader. I will do it.”
“Yeah, do it.”
As if she had been waiting for those words, Akemilla held out her plank.
Seeing that, Astain stepped out.
“So, when are you going to light a fire? I will smoke it.”
Archemilla squad with two heavy knights but no mage, and Astrid squad with a mage instead of one heavy knight Astrid.
“Squad leader, please pick up some of those firewood.”
At Astain’s words, Astrid, who had been sitting still, picked up some firewood beside her. Then, as if about to throw it, he swung it up.
“Uh, uh. Squad leader, if you throw it like that, can I not catch it?”
Astrid laughed at Astain’s joke, then stood up and handed the branch directly to Astain, leaving Leopold with a sour look on his face.
“What are you going to do because you barely got it, Astain. But if you’re going to be a military wizard, shouldn’t you improve your reflexes?”
“Eh, that.”
“Astain is a mage, so it’s okay. Blocking and dodging flying weapons is something for us front line warriors to worry about, not for rear guard wizards. In that situation, it means that we are lacking in ability.”
Astrid wrapped around Astain and turned around.
Leopold tried to protest the feeling of something rising inside him, but managed to keep his mouth shut.
*
There were 4 tents pitched.
The tent used by Astrid, Erania, and Veracien, and the tent used by Leopold and Astain.
The tent used by Akemilla and Veracresa, and the tent used by the three male squad members including Deot.
It was supposed to be late at night and going to bedtime, and one person from each squad would come out and stand the watch.
The first shift was the best, so there was no choice but to have competitors, and the most tiring second shift was the shift that everyone avoided the most.
“… I talk a lot.”
Because you have the best stamina. Astrid, who would rather do it herself than leave it to others, and Akemilla, who became the talk of the town after a bloody rock-paper-scissors fight.
Unlike Astrid, who has no expression, Akemilla, who is wearing an arrogance, has a very contrasting expression.
Astrid wanted to keep Akemilla sleeping and keep her vigil alone. But that shouldn’t be the case, and she was already feeling annoyed at the thought that it would be an inevitably uncomfortable shift.
“How long has Lady Mitterien been in the north?”
As expected.
Even after Astrid came out to do her duty, Archemilla managed to crawl out of the tent after quite some time had passed.
And then her first words were this.
“… It has been north since I was born.”
“Wow, that must have been cold.”
“Of course it is cold.”
Perhaps, she thought, if it were Astrid, she would. She doesn’t know when Astrid lived in the north, as she is now. There was nothing like that in the diary. So she’s just about assuming she’s been living in the North since she was born.
“Does Lady Mitterien have any intentions of marrying Her Highness Leopold?”
Akemilla found that strange.
Despite the fact that they clearly weren’t interested in each other, and even though their faces were so close together, there was no current of emotion between them.
Akemilla, who has been raised in the splendid curtain of money since she was born, has seen people’s psychology well. She could not see that Astrid and Leopold were betrothed at all, and there was not the slightest air between them that could be considered lovers.
Is it really right to be engaged?
If not…
An intense touch came to Akemilla.
A position where the influence of the guild, which had been reduced as it ironically became an empire, could be made even greater.
Even so, there is a lot, a place with power.
A place where you can confidently cast off the limitations of being a commoner with only money.
Crown Princess.
And further, Empress.
If that is the case, we can lay the foundation for the Ureid company to grow into a larger and more brilliant company that can spread its power over the entire continent.
It was the attack on Leopold that started like that, but it felt uncomfortable because Astrid seemed to get in the way every time it happened. He doesn’t have any emotions at all, and even if he were to run as a candidate for the crown prince, it would be okay to just let it go as long as he said so kindly, but he interfered in every detail from one to ten.
“… No.”
The flames of the bonfire shimmered on Astrid’s pale face.
Unusual mint-colored eyes gazed blankly at the bonfire, and the bonfire was reflected in those eyes as well.
“Then-“
“Even without it.”
Astrid’s words cut off Akhemilla’s backside.
Even without it, Archemilla waited in silence, wondering how the words that ended with .
“Even if I don’t have it, I don’t mind giving it away, but I don’t like taking it away.”
“… I beg your pardon?”
Astrid was staring at Akemilla, who asked back in bewilderment.
Her expressionless gaze is looking straight at Akemilla.
“Princess, you said it was OK to aim. If you can take it, it means take it. It doesn’t mean giving it away. Do you understand?”
“That, what.”
“Take it as far as you can. I will do my best not to be taken away.”
Astrid was embarrassed by what she said.
‘What am I talking about? Rather, it’s not enough even if I put it on to say it’s good… ?’
… But, at least that’s when she was a decent person. He’s not a good person
As you can see, it’s not Leopold, it’s because he’s approaching for a different purpose.
‘Mum. I’m just.’
Astrid finished her rationalization inside her.
While Astrid was rationalizing her inner self, Arkemilla kept her mouth shut and stared at Astrid.
‘This white bitch-like bitch… ‘
A tingling pain spread from biting her lip, and the seed of hatred towards Astrid finally sprouted in Akhemilla’s chest.
