Chapter 38 – The Hero Went to the Butler Estate
“Why are you here?”
“I didn’t expect to hear that from you.”
I asked while looking at Mary confined in a tower away from the imperial palace, and she answered me like that.
Mary’s answer seemed to be mixed with resentment. I couldn’t answer anything.
While I was fighting the demon king, Aaron pushed out his father, the emperor, and took the throne.
Mary resisted Aaron in the process, and there was little she could do, with her princess status but little foundation in her.
And Aaron couldn’t be a human who would just leave the princess who rebelled against him.
“…Did I do something wrong?”
I asked as I saw Mary looking at me from inside the prison.
She didn’t bother to answer, but it seemed like I didn’t need to hear her answer just by looking at me.
“You were just stupid, and I was just powerless. It just turned out like this.”
To me who was still looking at her, Mary said so.
Then she turned away from me as if she had nothing more to say.
Looking at her back her, I immediately went to Aaron.
I didn’t really have any feelings for Mary, but she was my fiancée, confirmed by Aaron.
I went to Aaron with an angry expression and immediately asked her about Mary, and Aaron answered me like this.
“Is there any reason why you have to be my sister? If you need a woman to soothe, I’ll give you a suitable woman.”
I was deeply offended by Aaron’s words to her, but she couldn’t say anything to him.
Because he was already the emperor of the empire, and I, who killed the demon king, was just an idiot with no power.
**
“What is it?”
I asked as I looked at Mary, who was sitting across the table with mixed feelings.
A lot of things have changed in her since her regression in her, but seeing her in her made her feel that the complex emotions of her past her were resurrected.
I couldn’t really say it was her fault for her, but I never felt comfortable seeing Mary.
Because just making eye contact with her and her eyes made my old life feel more pitiful.
The noble princess was looking at me with a puzzled expression, not knowing why the hero was looking at her that way.
“… Have I done anything to you?”
“Not like that.”
I responded in a firm voice to Princess Mary’s words her.
Even though she knew it was n’t her fault her, it was because her mind her was seldom organized.
“I can see that you are not very sociable. I won’t say anything long, I’ll just tell you the matter briefly.”
“… What? What is that business?”
“Go to the Butler Manor and rescue the refugees.”
I looked at her with a surprised look at her unexpected Mary’s words to her.
Of course, her request to rescue her refugees was not a request that came as a surprise, but for the Mary I knew, she had no reason to ask for it.
“Is my request that much of a surprise?”
“The reason is?”
Despite my short answer, Mary did not lose her unique calm atmosphere.
On the contrary, he began to explain why he had made such a request, with the expression that he was more comfortable with this type of conversation.
“It’s simple. First, they are also people who need help, and second, because accepting them is helpful to the Empire.”
“Help, will the refugees really help?”
“I don’t know if they will help right away. However, if the demon king appeared anyway, it would be a fight between mankind, no, people living on the continent, and the demon army. Before such a fight begins in earnest, it would be much more advantageous to clearly show the line of the empire to other countries.”
I rubbed my chin as I watched Mary explain to me with a rather serious expression.
A figure that was never seen from her in the first playthrough.
I questioned her more than her with her look on her face her, wondering what might have affected her change her.
“Why do you ask me for that?”
“I heard that the hero did not give in to my father. My father doesn’t take this seriously, but I’m judging that the empire’s power alone won’t be able to prevent the approaching danger. However, there is no one in the imperial palace who will listen to me, who has no power. In fact, the only thing I could ask for was the hero.”
“Under? Can’t stop it with the power of the empire? How do you know that?”
“… If the warriors were not needed, the goddess would not have sent them down.”
I looked at her with a look of curiosity aroused by her Mary’s words to her.
It was because he felt that the princess of the empire knew more about her goddess her than the people of Guyana and the church that worshiped her goddess her.
“Do you know anything about the goddess?”
“Of course I don’t know. All this while, she had only guessed from the miracles the goddess had performed for her.”
I looked at her, squinting her eyes at the new look of her Mary, her I didn’t know.
In her previous life, I considered Mary a woman like a sheep.
A pitiful sheep who was deprived of his entire life by Aaron, the crown prince, and locked up in a pen.
Of course, I could n’t blame her for her situation her, but it was just that her Mary her looked like that in my eyes.
“But the emperor told me to stay here.”
“… I will solve that problem somehow.”
As I watched Mary answer my question like that, I corrected her judgment of her.
It was because Mary could see another emotion burning in Mary’s eyes of her, not just the fear of her father her.
“Okay? Then believe me.”
“Does that mean you’ll do my favor?”
I nodded her head at Mary’s words to her, and she turned back to me with her surprised face, wondering if she had n’t expected me to react that way.
“Why?”
“You want help? Why, she now has no confidence in herself?”
“No, not like that. It’s just that from the warrior’s point of view, there’s no reason to listen to my request for her.”
I smiled at Mary and replied:
“It’s just that it’s fun to bet on reverse dividends when it comes to gambling.”
It was a battle between Aaron, the cunning and cruel crown prince, and Mary, the princess who thought she was as obedient as a sheep. The outcome must have been obvious.
I was just beginning to see Mary in front of me differently.
‘A sheep is a sheep, but it wasn’t just a sheep, it was a mouflon.’
Looking at Mary, I remembered the Muffle Run I had seen during her adventures in her.
The noble sheep in the wild who climbed the highest rock in the alpine region and looked down at me.
It was true that Mary was still at an overwhelming disadvantage, but even so, she wondered if she could risk her stake her enough.
‘Because I can’t bet Aaron anyway.’
**
“Hero, are you going to Butler?”
Having entrusted the Emperor’s work to Mary, I headed for the Guyana Church as I had originally planned.
As I drove the Talion to the church, Marianne, who was already ready to leave, jumped out and asked me that.
Where did the saintess’s unique outfits come from? Her traveling clothes and even her rucksack made her look like an adventurer.
“Yes? How did you know that?”
Feeling slightly mischievous, I asked Saint Marian that way.
In her moment, she saw her Marianne’s face her flushed red as she recognized her own mistake her.
It would be impossible to say that I overheard the hero having sex with another woman.
I began to question Marian mischievously, unable to hide her embarrassment.
“What? Have you planted any spies around me?”
“S, s, spy! Hansako There is no such thing.”
Marian, who had a rough idea of my personality, was startedled, and she said so.
When I looked at her with her eyes, asking her to make an excuse, Marianne answered me like this, as if she had just remembered her excuse her.
“Poetry, oracle! The oracle has come down.”
Anyway, both Marian and Genoa were equally bad at lying.
It wasn’t a long joke anyway, so I didn’t pursue Marianne’s clumsy lies any further.
“Will you follow me?”
“Absolutely.”
“But how are you going?”
At my question, Marian looked up at me with her face saying she didn’t think it was crazy.
It wasn’t for nothing that the paladins were surprised that I knew how to ride a horse.
Except for those who had been professionally trained, it was natural for the world to not know how to ride a horse, and it was even less likely that Marianne, who was said to be a saint but was from Raksha, learned her horseback riding of.
Besides, it was more suitable for a saint to ride in her carriage than to ride her own horse.
“Well, if you prepare the wagon…”
“I have no intention of waiting.”
“Well, then how?”
“Riding in the back.”
“Yes?”
I held out one hand to her bewildered saint.
Marian looked at my hand with a worried expression for a moment, then grabbed my hand her.
I casually pulled her Marian her onto her Talion’s back her, and I felt her awkwardly clasping her around my waist as Marianne, terrified of the height her, climbed onto her horse’s back her of.
“Good catch. I will depart.”
I said that to Marianne and kicked Talion in the waist with both legs.
Somehow, I didn’t like how Talion walked briskly.
