Chapter 58 - Lantern Festival (11)

Kimmy: Translator

Editor: Sasha_00

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I’m left with no choice, I just have to try harder. 

Amber quickly gave up on her date plan. 

Of course, this date was the only thing she was giving up on–she took ridiculously fast to recover from failure–and made a new plan. 

I should just feed him more delicious food so he will like me more.

Right when she was about to order more cake for Eric, she heard a familiar voice. 

“Ah, it’s a cat Eva! There’s a cat!”

“Oh, there is! Oh my, this muffin is so cute!”

“….Oh.”

Even the hardworking and skilled knight, Eric, heard it. 

Oh, what a surprise. 

The person that just walked into the cafe was their superior, Brigitta. 

Running into a superior on the weekends would usually be considered unlucky but it was a different story when the superior was Brigitta. 

Brigitta Emmerich was more like an exchange student to the 2nd order of knights. 

Meaning, Brigitta was around their age and wasn’t that emotionally distanced from them.

“Comm–”

She tried to call for Brigitta, but a thick hand blocked her mouth. 

Huh, what, what is this?

Amber’s eyes went wide. She didn’t expect Eric’s sudden touch. 

Her cheeks became flushed. 

What!

Amber glanced over to Eric and widened her eyes. 

His face was as pale as the vanilla ice cream they had ordered. 

Is this something to be that shocked about?

When training, soldiers often hugged each other and it was practically impossible to avoid touching someone else. However, Eric never changed his facial expressions even when that happened with her. 

So he can’t be this shocked because he felt my lips. What is he so surprised about?

Amber looked towards her commander again. 

There was someone else she hadn’t noticed earlier. 

Actually, it was someone who she should have noticed because of his intense presence and tall height. 

Amber’s jaw dropped, grazing her lips against his palm but none of them had the mental capacity to notice that. 

The man behind Brigitta had black hair that shone red and had amethyst eyes that glowed bright. He was as big as Eric and he looked oddly familiar. 

More specifically, he looked exactly like the person who put them through hell a few weeks earlier in that special training. 

“…Isn’t that His Majesty?”

She mumbled in a volume only Eric could hear. 

There was confusion in her thin and shocked voice. 

Eric nodded. 

For him too, that man looked like that person. 

Karlos Josef, the 2nd Rumilesa. 

The emperor of a great empire was wearing a commoner’s clothes and was holding a leather bag in one hand while standing behind Brigitta and another woman like their bodyguard. 

His aura was slightly different from then but Eric, who had charged towards him seriously, could not confuse Josef the 2nd’s face for someone else’s. 

Eric and Amber looked at each other. 

They knew that they were thinking the same thing through the look in their eyes. 

Why is His Majesty here…?

*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*

The two talented knights of the 2nd order hid under their tables but Brigitta didn’t notice and took a look around the cafe. 

This knight from the North passionately loved all sorts of sweets that were a rare-find in her home country. 

“Then should I order for you all? Eva, Karl, do you want anything?”

“Hmmmmm, I can’t decide! I want the muffin I mentioned earlier first.”

“Uh, if Eva wants it, why don’t we just buy everything…”

Karlos cocked his head as if he didn’t understand why they were hesitant to spend this amount of money. 

Eva freaked out and tried to stop him but Brigitta acted first. 

“Oh, good idea, Karl! From here to there! I always wanted to do that!”

“Ahh, wait Bri! Bri?!”

Eva’s companions chatted loudly and took a seat in the balcony seat of Madame Ruboir’s.

Karlos kept looking around the area decorated with cat items. 

He couldn’t calm down. 

The kitten he saw when he was young made him feel uneasy around cats up until now. 

Brigitta took Karlos’s wallet as if she was pickpocketing him and walked towards the cashier. 

The patisserie of Madam Ruboir’s, who took her order, would probably go back home after this and tell his family about a strange customer who ordered ‘from here to there’.

Brigitta really was going to order the cake on the top to the scone on the bottom. 

She didn’t worry about leaving any leftovers. 

The Genovian warrior’s stomach was great and being a swordmaster, hers was even greater–this was totally irrational. Plus, Madam Ruboir’s desserts were covered several times in magazines for its expensive price and taste!

Eva’s hands weren’t long enough to stop Brigitta from skipping away. 

“Mm, it would be a waste…”

Eva was a commoner so she didn’t have the balls or stomach that great and bold berserker had so she just set up the table. 

But still, that will be at least 20 kinds of desserts! How is she going to finish all that?!

They had lived together for almost a month now but she still didn’t know the limits of Brigitta’s stomach–Brigitta was a little shy around Eva–but Karlos, who spent years with her in war, knew her well. 

He scanned the menu. 

This will be enough. 

The two were thinking to the very extremes looking at the same menu. 

“You can order anything you want. I’ll pay for–”

“No! This is really expensive.”

Actually, it wasn’t an expensive price considering Eva’s income. 

But she was still born a peasant so she couldn’t get used to the little luxuries despite having bought the house next door without second thoughts. 

Eva moaned. 

It would be delicious but, but–!

The devil and angel inside her argued–’let’s do a dessert eating challenge!’ and ‘But my stomach has limits and I’m scared of gaining weight!. 

Eva pouted and laid her head on the table. 

“Ah~ Just sitting is relieving. After all that has happened…”

“If you’re tired we can go back…”

Karlos was a little disappointed but he understood Eva’s exhaustion from today so he really thought of ending things today. 

Since he got to meet his beloved author again, right?

There was an unfortunate event but he met Eva and exchanged paper flowers–Oh my! Karlos could still not believe that the violet was on his chest–and she even bought him food. 

All in the streets of the Harvest Festival which he had never visited before. 

Karlos thought to himself that this memory would even make the Chancellor’s scolding bearable for at least a month. 

No, maybe 3 weeks.

Or, just 2 weeks. 

“No, we can’t! I still haven’t shown you the manuscript yet and I haven’t signed your book yet either!”

Eva sprang up from her seat. 

Thinking about it, she forgot about everything she planned to do because of that incident in the square. 

Karl finally told her what he wanted and that was just her signature. 

So as an author, who met a long time fan, she couldn’t stay composed. 

She was enthusiastic. 

Eva pushed away her embarrassment of the first-ever-book, that hadn’t even been edited–she wrote as a novelist. 

She didn’t have the guts to face her embarrassment and to Eva, the <Undelivered Letter> was an embarrassment. 

Meanwhile, Karlos’s eyes shone from the word, ‘manuscript’.

Actually it was closer to a flare. 

It was because of his intrigue and excitement but Eva noticed that the ladies near them started moving further away from them. 

Eva’s companions now were using the whole balcony to themselves. 

Hmm, it’s an overwhelming aura indeed. 

“First of all, this first!”

Eva pulled out the rolled manuscript from her purse. 

She couldn’t face her embarrassment yet. 

Unless she becomes emotionally relaxed from the dessert, she wouldn’t be able to sign the book. 

Without knowing Eva’s struggles, Karlos quickly checked the number of pages. 

There were 20 pages in total but they were all filled with small letters. 

The contrast of the black words and white paper excited him more, making his eyebrows rise even further. 

Wow, Karl’s face is really something. He doesn’t seem to know it.

Eva flinched but as someone has said before, humans are fast to adapt. 

Fortunately she had gotten used to his face so now she had reached a point where she could hide her surprise. 

Karlos scared the people away yet again and like a midwife holding a baby, he held the manuscript with a careful and delicate touch. 

To him, the 20 pages looked like they had a halo.

It almost looked like it was glowing–it was just reflecting the light–and even smelled good–it was the fragrance of desserts.

Oh, Lesa. To be able to read the unreleased chapter, I praise your blessing!

The emperor even thanked a god he had never sought out before. 

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