Episode 119

Translator : Missme

Editor : Aru

Oh, my lady!

Bessie called me in a startled voice. It was worth it. Aside from the content, the visuals were so bad.

The dark red letters of the bizarrely dried letters were probably written with blood.

I didnt even get a bloodletter sent by the stalker who made me killed by a car in my previous life.

It was truly a new experience. Bloodletter, what the hell.

The first blood letter I received in my life felt more uncomfortable than I thought. I dont know what kind of blood hes using.

I let go of the letter with only one line written on it and let it fall on the floor.

There was one more letter. And fortunately, this time it wasnt blood.

To guess, this one was relatively long, so I think there was not enough blood to use.

Thats funny to think about.

[If you dont want the secret of your wrong blood to be known, come out to XX place right now. However, be sure to come out alone.]

Well, the content itself wasnt that great.

Bessie looked alternately at the letter with a speechless face and asked me.

Lady, are you all right?

Yeah.

It was a letter at best. Blood books were a little offensive, but that even wasnt my blood.

Bessie was angry and tried to get out of the room straight away.

Ill let His Excellency know.

Wait a minute.

I caught Bessie once. Then I was lost in thought for a moment.

Who the hell is he?

A strange threatening letter has arrived.

Its a phrase referring to the secret of wrong blood, by all accounts to the secret of my origin.

But its known, its already known.

Its been a long time since a secret became a secret. He sent me a letter of threat that was incredibly useless.

Whats inside of his head?

What is this mans purpose?

Bessie looked at me in wonder.

Whats wrong, my lady?

I organized my thoughts and opened my mouth.

Wellthe letter says to come out alone.

What?

Will Ash let me go out alone if he finds out?

Youre not going out, are you? Alone?

Bessie freaked out. I smiled reassuringly.

Ay, no way.

Then I folded up the letter and put it in my arms.

May you call Sir Davery now?

***

Accepting the request of a useless blackmail letter, which is not as threatening as this, is because there is one thing that takes place.

The sender of the letter was strange in many ways.

If hes well informed, hell know that my origins have been revealed

It is normal not to know anything about people in nobility.

By the way, he didnt know the latter and only the former.

If he doesnt know whats already spread among the noble, then hes not a nobleman..

I dont think hes a nobleman.

Then, the only thing left is common people on the streets who are naturally ignorant of the news of aristocratic society.

He knows where Im from?

There was something. I dont know what it is right now, but its strangely on my mind.

Thats why I moved to the place written in the letter, keeping it a secret to Ash.

Sir Davery, who was walking beside me at my pace, opened his mouth.

Why me?

What?

You can just tell His Excellency about this.

I raised my eyes. Sir Daverys neat face was visible.

I opened my eyes thinly.

Are you expressing your dissatisfaction? Why bother to bring yourself out?

No, I wonder if it would have been more reassuring and comfortable for you to do so.

Look at this guy. Youre suddenly saying something new.

I answered without looking into his face.

That makes me virtually reassured when Im with Ash. But youre a strong enough knight, arent you?

More than that.

Sir Daverys lips were chapped and soon shook his head as if nothing had happened.

No, please forget it.

I dont want to.

Then remember, but pretend you didnt hear it.

I dont know the details, but Sir Davery seemed to blame himself.

He said silly things in a fit of anger and regretted it later.

But was there anything worthy of Sir Daverys statement just now? I shrugged in wonder.

Its because I dont want to interfere with Ash. I know hes busy, so I dont want to waste his time.

I said that and added it right away.

Im afraid this might sound like it doesnt matter if I take away Sir Daverys time, but youre right.

He thought Id say no, didnt he? I could see Sir Davery staring down at me at a moments notice.

I swallowed my laughter and said naturally.

Dont get me wrong. It doesnt mean your time is insignificant.

Then?

Its a job for Sir Davery to support and escort me. Thats why I took your time without any burden. Its almost my time.

The retort to the brazen argument did not return.

I looked up again and checked, and Sir Davery was laughing before long.

Why are you laughing?

No, because I thought my lady was right. As you say, my time is yours, so please feel free to use it.

He seemed to complain a little while ago, but now he does it again. It was oddly difficult to catch a bell today.

Well, there are days when people want to. I was going to do thats what I was going to do.

Oh, you seem to have spent quite a bit of your stamina fighting yesterday. Are you all right now?

I recalled Sir Davery, who had been exhausted against Ash the day before at the training field.

Wait, did he complain about this in the beginning? I brought him out when hes already too tired?

If this is the case, I cant help but feel remorse. Then Sir Davery answered.

Im fine.

Really?

I do not even get hurt.

Hes recovering fast, even though he couldnt even move a finger yesterday.

Well, his basic physical strength would be different from mine, where I had to lie down all day with a massage because I overworked my back.

I envy you, you have a strong bone.

Thank you for the compliment.

But is that how you spar usually? To the point where youre just about to faint from exhaustion?

In fact, Sir Davery was so strong that he recovered in a day, wouldnt he have been carried away if he were just a normal person?

Yesterday was honestly a battle I couldnt help but think of.

Then Sir Davery answered in silence for a moment about what he was thinking.

not usually, but yesterday was a special case.

Oh, because its a battle with Ash?

Well yes.

Well, its rare for Ash to go directly into the battle. So, are you going to do that next time you fight with Ash?

This is a question I asked without meaning. I think so was the content.

But Sir Davery pondered this question unexpectedly for a long time. Then the answer came a long time later.

No.

.

No, at that time.

Really?

I dont know what else to say. I wanted to ask why his expression was so serious, but I felt like I shouldnt ask.

At that time, I saw the place I was aiming for. Phew, timing.

Sir Davery, you didnt forget what I said, did you?

Yes.

The destination was a shop. I came in first, and Sir Davery decided to take some time to follow in, pretending not to be at the party.

Then please.

The interior of the store was quiet.

As soon as I entered, I was guided by the waiter and sat down by the window.

There was no other order in the letter but to come here.

I think the opponent knows me, so if I sit still, hell show up on his own.

And the idea was right.

A moment later a person plopped across from me even though I didnt give permission.

Long time no see.

The opponent opened his mouth like that as soon as he sat down.

I opened my eyes wide.

You

Isnt it new to meet you in a place like this, is it?

Who are you?

Whos this kid?

Why is it so natural for him to pretend to know me when Ive never seen him before? I thought Id known him.

The young man, whose voice is young but whose face is so thin that I cannot guess his age, frowned at my words.

What?

Wow, thats what makes him look thinner.

Now, did you ask me who I am?

Yes.

I guess his ears arent dead.

Who are you?

The mans whereabouts were like a sinister. Untidy hair, dirty clothes, somewhat stale smell of mud.

It was amazing that the owner of the store didnt stop him from entering those skeleton figures. Does he know this stores owner?

If I recall again, that face is not in my memory anyway.

When I asked again, the man looked at me blankly and soon burst into a laugh as if he was dumbfounded.

Then the next moment, he banged down the table.

You dont know me?

Did Sir Davery come into the store? If I think hes trying to threaten me, Ill have to sprinkle some hot tea and yell for him.

But the man didnt seem to have hit the table intending to threaten me.

He put his right hand on the table and gnashed his teeth.

You made me look like this, and now, you dont know?

Only then did I notice that mens hands were different from others.

His right hand was clearly short of fingers at a glance.

Look carefully. Look straight, dont you know me?

You

Hows that? Do you remember a little now?

If you want me to recognize you like that, how about just saying your name?

Oh, God damn it! Im Ligaa! Ligaa Kami!