Chapter 17: The Wizard Came (2)

Chapter 17: The Wizard Came (2)

“I’m going out, so just give me something simple to wear.”

“Yes, sir. Oh, my Lord, by the way”

“What?”

Astell crouched and held out the pie she hid behind her back.

No wonder it smelled so good.

“The butler said that the Lord would look for the pie when he wakes up.”

“Did you make it?”

“Yes, yes!”

“Thank you for the food.”

Ruel picked up the pie with a smile.

As the power of recovery turned around, there was a great sense of hunger.

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I heard a pleasant sound.

I liked the crunchy texture along with the juices that spread in my mouth.

“Astell.”

When he ate up the second slice of the pie, he called Astell in question.

“Yes, my Lord.”

“I’d like to ask you a question. Can you answer me?”

“Ask as much as you like.”

Astell looked at Ruel with her expectant eyes.

Perhaps she thought he would ask questions related to cooking. Let’s answer first.

“The pie is delicious.”

“Well, really?”

“Do you have any special powers?”

“... What?”

Astell blinked her eyes and clasped her hands.

She looked worried that she might have made a mistake.

“I thought it was weird every time I ate your food.”

“My Lord, I have sinned to death! But I swear, I never put anything weird in it! I always use fresh ingredients for your health! I’m telling you the truth!”

Out of nowhere, Astell suddenly bent over.

“No, no. I’m not saying it’s your fault. Just look at me.”

“Then....”

Astell slanted up her bowed waist, with a tear in her face.

“I feel like I’m getting healthier.”

“Yes...?”

It was natural not to understand. Even himself couldn’t believe it.

However, the more I ate it, the more I felt like I was being supplied by herbal medicine, so I couldn’t help but wonder.

“Did anyone else eat your food and ever say that?”

“I’ve heard of... There is.”

“Of course.”

“Bu-t, but they didn’t tell me something like what the Lord is speaking of.”

Then there was the possibility that it would not work very well for others, or that it would only work particularly well for some people.

I was satisfied once I saw that possibility.

“Please prepare my clothes, I’ll wear them on my own, so bake me some snacks. I think I’ll be out again today.”

“But the butler sai-...okay.”

“Thank you.”

Ruel reiterated her name over and over again after Astell left.

‘...I don’t know.’

Astell was not mentioned in the novel.

I thought she might have died during the Setiria incident.

‘That’s great.’

Ruel raised the corners of his mouth.

***

Tak.Tak

At the sound of the cane, Cassion sighed and looked back.

“Have you come out?”

“Yes.”

“You’re dressed lightly.”

“No, I’m wearing three layers.”

‘I’m not even a grandmother. This is ridiculous.’

Ruel smiled lightly and saw Drianna fidgety.

“Oh, you’re here.”

“My Lord, I hope you’ll forgive me for my rudeness last night.”

“Forgiveness doesn’t mean you can’t just babble with your mouth.”

“What can I do to make you feel better?”

“Tell me your business first.”

Drianna pointed to the carriage I was riding on.

“May I speak to you over there?”

Regardless of how important the story was, Ruel would have allowed it.

“Ruel-nim.”

“I’ll be right there.”

“Your opponent is a wizard.” Cassion said.

“I’ll go.”

Ruel followed Drianna with a grin.

Then he got in the carriage with her support.

“Cough, cough.”

Even if Ruel doesn’t remember, he remembers.

“I have to bring my Knights, so wait at the mansion. Astell’s a good cook. So ask her to make something for you.”

“.......”

“When you’re done crying, come out.”

Ruel trembled and came down the wagon.

‘Damn, why are the stools so wide?’

By the time I thought that I should make the foothold tight, I heard Cassion’s voice.

“Is there something wrong?”

“No.”

“I heard someone cry.”

“I didn’t cry.”

Cassion looked at himself with a significant look.

“She cried when she found out I was terminally ill. Let’s just eat. I’ll bring the Knights.”

“In a word, you cheated her.”

“Cassion.”

“Yes.”

“Don’t fool around here and prepare your meal.”

Ruel brushed Cassion into the mansion.

Listening to the laughter coming from behind, Ruel frowned.

***

This time, unlike last time, I rode a wagon with shield patterns to the village of Sisel.

Everyone noticed it without having to be announced.

The Lord is back.

Setiria’s owner is back.

Ruel traveled beyond the village of Sisel to the woods to greet his Knights, creating a tremendous sensation.

Even though he was not a boy playing the flute, people followed him behind the carriage.

“You’re very popular.”

Ganien grinned at the window.

“You’re here to see what the face of a damn beggar is like.”

“The people feel more sympathy rather than anger towards Ruel-nim.”

“It’s because you can’t swear directly.”

Ruel chewed the cookies in a sour way. It was a snack made by Astell.

It is not only melting in his mouth but also lightening his body.

“Oh, how about you guys eat these cookies?”

“Delicious.”

“It’s good.”

At about the same time, Ruel asked again.

“Hmm, don’t you feel healthy after eating?”

“Well, I guess so and I guess not.”

“I don’t feel that way.”

“Really?”

Ruel smacked his lips.

Poor bastards, not receiving the healing power of cooking.

Ruel’s mouth didn’t stop moving until the carriage stopped.

“Stop eating and get off.”

“One more.”

“You’re about to get off, so why don’t you pop the cookie off your mouth?”

Cassion’s fingertips trembled a little as he looked at the crumbs on Ruel’s mouth and clothes.

He resisted the heat from the bottom of his heart and forced himself to smile.

“It’s hard for you, too.”

Ganien got out of the carriage first, looking pitifully at Cassion.

“What’s the trouble?”

Ruel snorted and ate another cookie before he got off the wagon holding Cassion’s hand.

“He turned too quickly.”

And in case Cassion might say something, he pointed to his chest before hitting the player with a K.O.

Ruel moving recklessly doesn’t mean that the disease has gotten worse.

Cassion looked at Ruel anxiously.

‘I wonder why you looked at me like that, is it because I haven’t given you the heirloom yet?’

I’ll give it to you as soon as I get back.

Ruel laughed as soon as his feet touched the ground.

Boom. Boom.

There was a loud sound on the floor.

Even Ruel’s mind became more comfortable with the perfectly neat arrangement.

All the clothes they wore were as shiny as a sword in their hand, even though they were worn out.

Cheynol stood in front of them and looked at Ruel, bringing it up, which he had called hundreds, thousands of times.

“Setiria!”

At the short, thick cry, all the knights standing behind them raised their fists and shouted.

“Setiria!”

The more he screamed, the more heat swelled in his chest.

In order to get rid of the shame he had in the past, Cheynol shouted louder.

“Setiria!”

Ruel raised his hand.

In an instant the forest became quiet.

Looking at them, Ruel gave a simple order.

“Let’s go back, my knights.”

“Let’s reclaim what is mine!”