Chapter 399

My Villains Episode 399

63. Knights of

the Silver Prince (6) Around the time I remembered Prince Ulkar’s cold eyes. Atalanta’s voice pulled me out of the flashback.

“Are you going to keep doing that?”

The place I suddenly came to my senses was a large tent with a curtain hanging on one side. A golden insignia with a lattice pattern carved with red and white threads.

The strong wooden pillars and beams supporting the roof were all lacquered in a bronze color, and several layers of red carpets were laid on the floor. The ceiling and all sides were covered with thick fabric like a tarpaulin. In the middle, the tent was opened and dense linen was hung like a curtain to enjoy the cool breeze.

“......uh?”

“Not you.”

I belatedly came to my senses and turned my head, but Atalanta’s eyes were not on me.

“Ugh?” Unghun was lying on my thigh with a towel wrapped around his head. The guy who was buried in the soft carpet raised his head with a languid eye.

” me?”

“Yes you.”

“why?”

“curious.”

“what?”

“How long will it be like that?” “Uh—”

Mungchi smiled as he moved his legs gently in a lying position.

“Until Poi dries his hair.”

Unlike me who burst into laughter, Atalanta smiled slightly cracked.

“...Are you like this as usual?”

“huh.”

I smiled and fed honey chestnuts to Mungchi, who nodded confidently.

“Eh”

“When did you get so bad again? Why am I drying your hair?”

“Don’t make that face. Do you think it will be all right if you insist?”

Even with my bruises, Mung-chi just stuck out his mouth and was immovable.

“Ugh. They said she was more and more yangyang, but now she’s very much like Ellen.”

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‘s black eyes widened. Mungchi, who jumped up, looked back at me with an expression that seemed to be seized with a sense of betrayal.

“...What is it?”

After staring at it for a moment, the group quickly threw itself and clung to my waist.

“hey. You”

“Dry your hair.”

“what?”

“If you’re going to call me Ellen, even dry my hair!” In the end

, I burst out laughing

at the bizarre argument and angst that couldn’t find any logic .

When you brush your hair with a towel, the unique fresh scent of the bundle overflows. Since I used the same soap, it should have a mint scent, but why does it have this fruity scent?

“...Hmm.”

He leaned back in my arms and let out a sound that I couldn’t tell if it was a sigh or a sigh. My hand looks very satisfied.

Atalanta slumped over the cushions and watched the amount we did. It’s a slightly bitter expression.

“...so? What’s the conclusion? Are you going to stay here?”

I shrugged my shoulders and answered on behalf of the mungchi who were distracted by gyring.

“How are you? You’re not running out of space in your tent, and you’re not staying for long. It’s only a few days.”

“That’s what the owner said. This guest guy.”

When I burst out giggling, she touched her forehead. Then, as if admonishing, he said to the mungchi.

“You must be tired from traveling for nearly 15 days, so wouldn’t it be better to be comfortable alone?”

Mung-chi smiled with a lot of drowsiness hanging from his eyes.

“no.”

“...isn’t it?”

“huh. I feel comfortable being next to Poi. It was like that on the way back.”

Atalanta touched her forehead again and glanced back at me.

“Are you two sleeping?”

I wasn’t taken aback at all by the sudden question. It is thanks to the fact that he learned a lesson from the previous confrontation between Mungchi and Heila, and prepared his mind in preparation for this situation.

“uh. why?”

“... ‘Why?’?”

She murmured, ‘O Most High,’ and brushed up her mysterious purple hair.

“What do you believe in and be so proud of? Do you take pride in walking around with a misbite?”

I was not shaken at all by her barrage. It was only natural for him to put an iron plate on his face in order to embrace multiple women, as he had to use an unusual method to achieve an unusual achievement.

“Hey, what are you talking about? What’s wrong with sleeping with lovers?”

“No, not for a moment...

Most cultures in Middle-earth, not just the Nudes, allow polygamy or polygamy. However, it is customary to welcome a woman as her main wife if her status is equal.

And since Atalanta is the daughter of a demigod and the head of the three clans, she has a status comparable to that of a feudal lord. Well, it was a story only used among the Nudin people, though.

To her face, ‘I am a descendant of a long-established ducal family, and you are at best the leader of a nomadic gang. Shouldn’t I be thankful for the position of concubine?’ I couldn’t say that, so I calmed Atalante with an awkward face.

“I didn’t mean to take her as my second wife or concubine, and we weren’t at the stage to discuss that marriage yet, so it was okay to be flexible.”

under.” She looked down at Moorra Castle and shook her head.

“I knew it before, but you are really crazy.”

“...Something doesn’t look like that, doesn’t it?”

“Shameless bastard. How did I come to a guy like you...

Atalanta slumped on the carpet as if she had lost her energy.

Moongchun, who had been looking at her and me from earlier, secretly put his butt next to me and whispered.

“I don’t care.”

“......what?”

“Anything. I like everything around Poi.”

The words were whispers, not very small voices. Atalanta tightly closed her eyes and murmured, ‘Excellent father, have patience with me’.

As an arcane hunter, Atalanta, who had strong mental powers, regained her composure after a short meditation.

“...yes what. It’s wide enough to be used by one person anyway, so there won’t be a big difference between one person and two people. In my situation, I can’t chase you out.”

When she calmed down, I opened my mouth slightly.

“Actually, not two, but three.”

“three?”

“huh.”

I tapped the pile of luggage I had put beside me with a bronze painting. Then, a small, white hairball protruded from the snout of the loosely tied backpack.

Squeeze.

Its identity was a small flying squirrel.

“......uh?”

When the plump-cheeked squirrel looked up at him with black beady eyes, Atalanta, who had been making a puzzled expression, immediately stood up and opened her mouth.

“this?”

At the same time, a light green air current wrapped around the flying squirrel. Atalanta’s amber eyes were gleaming with joy, and Mungchi’s black eyes were stained with dark envy.

red!

Light green air currents were scattered by the wind. In the place where the flying squirrel had been, stood a girl who looked to be about 160 tall. A beautiful girl wearing a dark striped poncho, wearing a headdress made of tiny feathers, mysterious dark blue hair and skin with a slight red aura

...

“Atalante. It’s been a while?”

It was Iofiya Kanzai, a soul shaman.

As if receiving an unexpected gift, the young leader of the nudes hugged the young shaman from the steppe almost screaming.

“Why are you here- Mr. Hatanka?”

“My brother-in-law is in High Castle.”

“Did you come alone?”

“Alone, I followed Phoenix-sama.”

The tall Atalanta hugged the girl to her chest and rubbed her cheeks for a while. Iofiah was a little embarrassed, but not at all reluctant.

...I heard that they met and became quite close at Oduenne, but I didn’t know it was to this extent.

“Why did you keep hiding?”

“Because I’m not used to the Transfiguration yet, I couldn’t cancel it when I wanted to.”

I don’t know exactly because I haven’t seen the character sheet yet, but Iofiya’s level shouldn’t exceed 20 at the highest. However, he showed off his talent of transforming into a flying squirrel to see if he could imitate the low-level druid tricks.

Well, you can’t expect combat power enough to transform into a flying squirrel smaller than a fist, but it was a very useful transformation technique when you need to hide.

“Then you were transforming throughout the trip? For fifteen days?”

“no. By the time I got here, I was transformed.”

“No, what are you doing?”

Atalante, who was chattering brightly, suddenly narrowed her brows.

“You’re trying to get on a boat.” In Middle-earth, as on Earth, sailors are superstitious.

In particular, the story that mysteries, including magic, thins the boundaries of dimensions, spread close to faith in the coastal regions. Thanks to this, sailors were very reluctant to have wizards or necromancers on board, and female shamans were the target of extreme avoidance.

Iofiya was also a female sorceress, so she couldn’t reveal her true face and board the ship.

“Are you going with Iofiya?”

At Atalanta’s question, her face hardened, I nodded coolly.

“huh.”

“It is too dangerous.”

“I know. But what if the child is stubborn?”

“you?”

Iofya smiled faintly and nodded, and Atalanta sighed in pain.

“...what’s going on? What’s the alternative plan?”

“Let’s sit down and talk for a while.”