Chapter 23: One by one (2)

Chapter 23: One by one (2)

“He is 17 years old.”

“... What? Isn’t he 14 years old?”

Cassion said to Ganien as if he were pathetic.

“How did you propose they become close friends when you didn’t know his age?”

“How old is your friend? If you like that, everyone will be friends.”

Ruel looked young because he was shorter than his age.

As a butler, I work hard to feed him, but where does it all go?

‘Is the amount of recovery power consumed greater than I thought?’

Cassion thought for a moment, then headed back to the kitchen to make a snack for Ruel to feed him.

However, he felt a strong gaze from behind, so he reluctantly opened my mouth.

“If you can’t go in because you feel guilty, take a walk around. I have to pack Ruel’s snacks, so...”

“Me too.”

“Don’t you have feet? You can go downstairs and order.”

“You’re a cheap shot.”

Ganien leaned against the window, smacking his lips with regret.

It was even more regrettable that Cassion’s trust in Ruel seemed deep and he could not even come up with a proposal now.

‘... Let’s see, Ruel is 17 years old...you’re an adult next year and everything happened when you were 12?’

His face was stiff.

12 years old...

Ganien sighed deeply.

***

Crunch.

Ruel was eating a meat pie elegantly.

And with the cake cut in the other hand, he looked serious.

“You eat it, too.”

Ruel offered Aris a snack.

“I ordered extra snacks, so don’t worry about it.”

Three pieces of the cake had already fallen into Ruel’s stomach.

‘Why don’t you gain weight when you eat like that?’

Cassion was worried about Ganien’s words.

He thought about whether he should increase the amount of his overall meal, and then felt someone’s gaze and looked back.

Aris then hurriedly turned his head, holding a spoon.

“If you wait a moment, the food will be served soon.”

“Thank ... you.”

Aris, who turned his head again, made eye contact.

His eyes, which he thought would be dead, were rather full of intelligence.

‘......?’

Cassion knew those eyes.

It was a more difficult being to kill than a swordsman, the eyes he often saw in wizards.

‘Let’s see what the owner of those eyes chooses.’

Cassion slightly raised the aura and poked Aris.

‘Ohh.’

Immediately to protect the master, the mana swayed and counterattacked.

It was very fierce and brave.

It was mana with a golden hue that shone so brilliantly that it did not suit Aris, who was intimidated.

‘I don’t know if my Master is lucky or just has a good eye.’

Cassion just looked at Ruel proudly.

“What’s wrong?”

Feeling his gaze, Ruel asked Cassion.

Contrary to words, his eyes were wary of not wanting to be taken away.

The temperature difference was funny, so Cassion smiled lightly.

“It’s all right.”

When the mealtime, which was a time of happiness for both Ruel and Aris, was over, it was time to talk.

“Speak comfortably. I’ll help you. Cough, cough.”

Aris was surprised by Ruel’s coughing.

“Are you going to get sick?”

Aris felt a little burdened by Ruel’s appearance of pain that did not match the words of help he spoke. Maybe it wasn’t him who needed help, but the person in front of him.

“I’m fine, so tell me your story.”

Aris wriggled his fingers because he knew the look of enduring pain.

His heart was heavy.

At that time, Cassion handed over cocoa with plenty of chocolate.

“You can speak comfortably.”

“Help me...”

Aris said, looking at Ruel, who reached out to him for the first time.

Three years ago, Aris said he was sold to cover his uncle’s debt. The phrase ‘sold’ was used, but he did not speak ill of the farmer there, who was apparently doing quite well on the farm.

However, a year ago, he claimed to be the debtor by forcibly stealing the farmer’s farm, and Aris had no choice but to go to him. Since then, he was forced to work in the mines and was injured and was trapped in the guild basement of Matyros as a product for human trafficking.

If it’s useless, then sell it.

Aris wriggled his fingers and said, “...they taught me how to obey. I was beaten because I didn’t obey.”

“How many people are there?”

“I don’t know, but there were a lot of people.”

In the novel, Ganien attacked the trading site.

There were also quite a few people who were captured as slaves.

But the real thing was the guild.

‘You’ve been thinking a little bit.’

Who would have thought that a place to tame slaves was built in the basement of a crowded guild?

“So what do you want? Revenge? Or do you want me to save everyone?”

“... Save me.”

“Of course, I’ll take revenge for you.”

“......!”

Aris’ eyes got bigger.

His face looked as if he was looking at a Savior, so Ruel turned a blind eye to it and ate cookies.

Crunch.

Arrogant voice and shield patterns.

The soldier undoubtedly bowed to the two men as he looked at the blue knight.

“Si-r, excuse me! I’ll report to Mr. Matyros right now!”

Thanks to the name Blue Knight, the necklace bought with 10 fairy tales passed lightly.

Ganien sneaked a thumbs-up at Ruel.

He really went through without even examining it properly.

“... You know?”

Ruel smiled arrogantly.

“Sure.”

What Ruel asked for was simple.

Hold on to the weight. To protect yourself.

After a while, the soldier who had gone inside jumped in.

“Please come inside.”

The door opened.

Ruel was pleased to inhale Breath.

When the soldier guided him to the entrance of the mansion, a man who appeared to be Matyros approached the party, greeting the servant.

“Nice to meet you, Nobleman. Knight of the Blue.”

For the first time in his life, Ruel had goosebumps.

‘What a noble man.’

“This humble man is Matyros Henya.”

Greeting politely, Ruel didn’t miss the look at him.

“Nice to meet you, let me know if I have something to say rather than an introduction.”

“All right.”

There was no reason to introduce him because he was the one who would not see him today anyway. Matyros led them into the room without a murmur, as his status was previously confirmed.

“Which tea do you want me to bring?”

“Oh, get me some Akal tea.”

I usually wouldn’t drink it, but I had to wait until the promised time, so I remembered the tea Cassion gave me.

“What would you like, then, sir?”

“I’m good.”

“All right.”

Matyros asked the servant for tea and sat down again.

Ruel began to use his tongue to ease the tense atmosphere.

“You must have been very surprised by the sudden arrival.”

“No, the Noble has come, and I am sorry that I have not been able to meet you on my own two feet.”

“I’ve been watching your business, Matyros.”

When the business story came out, Matyros’ eyes looked greedy like a merchant.

“You run an adventurer’s guild, don’t you?”

“Yes, as for my adventurer’s guild...”

Despite not saying much, Matyros began to stretch his guild’s strengths alone.

Ruel relaxed and listened to everything.

How should he pay off his gambling debts? When he had a hard time thinking, a man and a knight suspected to be a nobleman came to him.

How happy you must be.

Ruel sneaked a look at Ganien.

He told me it was time to hold the weight.

As the atmosphere of the room changed, Matyros suddenly stopped talking.

“I hear you owe a lot of money to gambling.”

“Well, it’s, uh, it’s not that long. Did you hear the rumor spread? The reality is different from rumors.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. I heard the guild is flying away. Such a great guild is gone. This is a huge loss.”

Gulp.

Matyros swallowed without realizing it.

In the context of the atmosphere, there must have been talks of lending money.

“I’m sorry, what time is it?”

However, what he actually said was asking for time.

Matyros was in the mood for something mischievous because he couldn’t get rid of steam.

He wanted to argue with his heart, but when he saw the knight sitting next to him, he felt as if his throat was going to run off at any moment.

“Now, excuse me for a moment.”

“Of course.”

Matyros went out briefly to check the time and came in with the servant.

“It’s 11:23.”

“I see, thank you.”

Ruel picked up the tea set by the servant and smelled the incense first.

The scent of Akal was more intense.

He seemed to have put in some pretty high-quality tea to make himself look good.

“It smells good.”

“Thank you.”

Sweating profusely, Matyros laughed.

Ganien glanced at the teacup, smelled it, and gave Ruel a look.

‘There’s no poison.’

Reading Ganien’s eyes, Ruel continued.

“So, can I keep talking?”

“Of course.”

“Cough, cough.”

Ruel had no choice but to drink tea to stop the coughing that had started again.

‘Oh, it’s hot.’

He couldn’t express his feelings, so he closed his lips and barely opened his mouth.

“Isn’t it a loss to have a great guild gone?”

“I’m just grateful that you see me like that.”

“Not your guild, but the Hand of the Wind Guild. A very good guild. Isn’t it a waste to disappear as it is?”

“... Yes?”

Matyros had a stupid look on his face.

“Did you mistake me for a savior that would pay off your debts? I’m sorry about this. I don’t even want to step into that crap.”

Ruel raised the corners of his mouth with his fingers crossed.