Became the Escort Knight of the Villain in the Romance Novel

56 – Breaking Engagement Carefully (6)

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“…Whoa.”

Recalling the touch of the hand I touched earlier, I let out a sigh alone.

I couldn’t sleep. In the first place… There was no way I could fall asleep even after going through such a thing.

There was an accommodation we took,

He was able to get a slightly better accommodation because Count Kassim provided a separate accommodation.

And the garden in the inn.

In the middle of it all, I just stood there blankly to calm my pounding heart.

If there is such a thing as ‘goodness’ in reaching the stage of being a lover,

I thought maybe I had crossed that line one step today.

There was no justification for being an escort, and I just wanted to hold her, so I held her hand.

‘After 3 years.’

Three years was a little funny when I thought about it, but it was still a great improvement.

I was also able to clearly grasp Irene’s mind,

Perhaps she even gained the confidence that she could go even further than this.

Of course, it would be difficult to go further right now.

Anyway, I never imagined that Irene would send such a signal first.

When I remembered that time, a smile leaked out for no reason, and she quietly laughed, covering the corners of her mouth with her hand.

I tapped the back of her hand with her finger like that, and her face turned red because she couldn’t speak.

She’s 19 now, so maybe she’s just behaving for her age.

Both Irene and I know about her love affair.

It’s the first time I’ve ever liked someone, so

It was true that I couldn’t even figure out what to do.

Confession…I’ve received it a lot.

But thinking that the day might come when I will confess, somehow her face seemed to heat up.

What the hell should I say to make it work? After thinking about it for a while,

Soon, facing the blowing wind, she slowly drew out her sword.

There’s probably nothing like this to calm her slightly excited mood.

In the past, she would have sat at the piano, but the way she took out her sword casually before I knew it was somehow funny.

Come to think of it, she doesn’t even think about going back to her original world anymore.

‘…If the future is confirmed to be different.’

I wondered if they were forcibly sending me back to my original world.

In the end, that was just a happy imagination. The extinction that has not yet been dealt with at all, the appearance of the original heroine.

My head hurts just thinking about these two, but I still think of the future for a long time.

She thought she might have missed something, but then shook her head and gripped her sword.

While wielding the sword for three years, I thought a lot about my mana.

This white mana is completely different from others. Didn’t it be said that the color of mana that even Allar possessed was blue?

Of course, the color was slightly different for each individual, but such a distinctly different white color was bound to stand out.

Chow-

The color of the sword that cut through the air was blue. The white sword he made when fighting Zanzir wasn’t something he could see often.

The only time that white sword came out was when fighting a warlock. What the heck is the reason?

The reason why my mana clears the darkness and why the white sword only appears when fighting a warlock.

I focused on the lineage that Janzir had spoken of.

Evan Fried, so I researched the founder of the Count Fried family, but nothing I could find out existed.

Anyway, because of the lack of data, it would be difficult to find out certain data unless you go to the parents’ house.

The prince and Sir Theorard said they had never seen such mana since they were born, so there was only one fact I could find out.

It drives away the darkness.

No, to be precise, it drives out the wicked. In other words, it had a property close to ‘purification’.

And when I focused on the quality of ‘purification’, what I reached was.

‘Dragon.’

At first I thought it was just a coincidence.

A dragon that is now only a legend,

It was only a part that I briefly checked while reading the document that the dragon’s mana was also white.

However, the more I read the data, the more I realized that there were more than one or two things that overlapped with my mana.

If you think that the nature of the ancient dragon ‘Marbet’ is similar to black magic,

After all, the dragon’s mana and my mana could be said to be exactly the same.

A white flame that blooms like a flame and has the special power to purify everything that is vicious.

Of course, there was no difference between normal mana and its essential power, but what was clear was that my mana was unique.

“Dragon blood.”

Did the lineage that Janzir spoke of really mean that?

However, I had a vague idea that I couldn’t fathom the meaning of what Zangir said.

You may still be missing something. And that part…Probably my hometown. You will have to go directly to Count Fried’s family to find out.

Jerbug-

The only thing that broke my concentration was the sound of footsteps coming from far away.

Heavy, and at the same time, the sound of grass being trampled.

When a short figure was reflected in the darkness, I bowed my head slightly towards the figure.

“I didn’t expect you to wield a sword this long. Hey, that’s why I was able to deal with the warlocks.”

“…I was just doing what I always do.”

“Yes. I’ve heard rumors, but it’s a very unusual mana.”

Earl Kassim smiled broadly and looked at me blankly while straightening his beard.

Let’s flinch at the unique eyes of dwarves that are full of interest.

Count Kassim looked at me like that and quietly opened his mouth.

“Isn’t the escort driver too negligent about his job? Sogaju should be in there, but what if something unexpected happens?”

“It’s okay. Because you are always on guard.”

When I reached a certain level, my spirit reached a level where it was no longer easy to call myself a superman.

I feel everything even with my eyes closed. Extremely enhanced senses, like when fighting Zanzir,

Because it always showed me everything around here.

Even though I was away from her like this, I could feel her presence in detail.

As if to prove my words, Count Kassim chuckled as he saw the flames rising around him.

“White mana, mana I haven’t seen in quite a while. It’s probably about 300 years old.”

“…Is it 300 years?”

Perhaps the concept of time is different, I laughed out loud at the sight of him talking about 300 years as if it happened yesterday.

However, the important point in his words is that he must have seen the same mana as me.

As I asked, Count Kassim, who was looking up at the sky and recalling his memories, slowly opened his mouth.

“Dwarves live for about a thousand years. Ten times as much as humans, we don’t try to remember too many things because ordinary humans spend an unimaginable amount of time.”

“That is unusual. I thought I would rather remember a lot.”

“If you have a lot of things in your head, it means that there are a lot of things to hurt.”

Count Kassim responded by stabbing him in the head, then continued his words with a grin.

“Even so, I can’t forget 300 years ago. When the black magician first appeared in the empire, neither the emperor nor the knight commander defeated the black magician. Because he was only one dragon.”

Yong, my eyes widened at that word. Did Count Kasim also know about dragon mana?

As I hurriedly tried to ask, he waved his hand and looked at me intently.

“Don’t think too fast. It’s just speculation. You’re not sure about mana yet, so it’s okay to think slowly.”

“…Are you sure my mana is similar to that of a dragon?”

“Similar. No, maybe it really is the mana the dragon has.”

After saying that, Count Kassim tapped his chin for a while and stared at me.

His black eyes shone in the moonlight. Fluttering eyes.

He is probably comparing me to that dragon.

Flame, the mana that burst out once continued to stick to my body and burn.

In this mana I exude, what is Count Kassim looking at?

However, the answer that eventually came out of his mouth was different from what I had imagined.

“Do you know how your family started?”

“Yes…?”

“The origin of Count Fried, maybe your mana has something to do with it.”

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“Evan, are you… not sleeping?”

“It’s just a little bit messy. You don’t have to worry.”

She bowed slightly to Irene as she opened the door and her eyes narrowed as she spotted me by her door.

His eyes clearly showed concern, but I tried to smile and replied that it was okay.

I can’t sleep. The words I heard from Count Kassim seemed to require a lot of thought.

…I guess I should visit my parents’ house soon.

But before that, the first thing I had to check was the letter I had left in a corner of the room.

A rather old letter from Evan Fried. It would have been a little easier if I had checked the contents right away.

I let out a sigh for a moment at that thought, then slowly moved my steps while looking at Irene’s back.

“Did you sleep comfortably?”

When I asked to say hello, Irene glanced at me and nodded her head.

I wonder if I slept well even though something like that happened yesterday. Strange thoughts began to arise.

It’s a little childish, but the corners of my mouth twisted a little thinking that I was the only one who thought deeply about yesterday’s incident.

So let’s play a little bit.

“I didn’t sleep well.”

“I see. I told you to get some rest, so why are you standing there without sleeping?”

When I said that while touching the bottom of her eyes, Irene looked at me with a worried look.

Sorry for her eyes, she hesitated for a while, and then she quietly spoke her words as she passed her.

Really casually, very lightly.

“Because of the lady.”

“Why me…”

“You did that yesterday, how can you sleep?”

She frowned at her words for a moment, then closed her lips with her fists tightly clenched, as if she understood the meaning of what I said.

Then why did you sleep so comfortably? Let’s playfully look at her with such a feeling of her, Irene slowly opened her mouth as she received my gaze from her.

“…Whoever hears it will misunderstand it.”

“Isn’t that right? He tapped his finger in an empty place and just touched me-“

“Only your hand, you held it…”

“That is more misleading.”

Just holding hands, that would be easier to misunderstand.

Seeing Irene with a hard expression, she laughed for some reason, and she smiled lightly and waved her hand.

“This is a joke. So the expression, ugh.”

“…Be a little serious. It wasn’t like that before, but why is it like that these days?”

Pressing her side hard, she glanced at me for a moment,

Irene, who was walking in front of her, stopped her steps and stared at me.

She pursed her lips as if she was trying to say something, and then she let out a light breath while holding her collar lightly.

No, it was a voice, not breath. A very small voice that I probably wouldn’t have heard if it wasn’t for me.

“I also… Didn’t sleep well. Because of you.”

She stared blankly at her as she looked at her right away with those words, perhaps because she was ashamed.

She smiled and started walking after her. She was a shy girl in many ways.

But isn’t that a good thing? Although sometimes active,

She felt ashamed of what she had done to Irene.

I suddenly saw a glimpse of her blushing cheeks, and I tried to reach out her hand, but withdrew it.

She’d like to stroke her hair, but she wasn’t Lopena.

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As we descended down the stairs, Count Kasim was waiting for us.

When I was startled thinking about what we had said yesterday, he looked at me and smiled.

“Did you sleep well? I’m worried that the lodging I prepared for you wasn’t uncomfortable.”

“Thanks to your arrangements, I was able to rest comfortably. Thank you.”

“I will never forget it for the rest of my life to hear that I am grateful to Lord Soga of Yuris. hehehe.”

Count Kasim, who smiled once, stretched out his hand and pointed to his sofa.

Sitting in a corner, Irene naturally sipped the tea in front of her.

There was silence for a while, and after a while, Count Kasim slowly opened his mouth.

“The artifact I was asked to do yesterday seems to be possible to make. I’ve been researching all morning, and it seemed like I could make it for sure if I had the money.”

“I’m glad. Don’t worry too much about the funds, Julis will cover all of them. And one more thing, I don’t want anyone other than the Count and Julis to know about this.”

“Is it possible or not? The artifact itself has a part that fits with what I had envisioned before, so it will progress steadily, but even taking that into account, it will take about a month.”

“…That should be fast enough. I hope there will be no setbacks.”

As soon as Irene said that, Count Kassim tapped her wide chest and clenched her fist.

As if telling him not to worry, his confident attitude naturally eased the atmosphere.

Soon, things other than artifacts began to come and go.

Of course, Count Cassim was one of the few ‘field chiefs’ in this empire.

Recognized for his skills among the Dwarf artisans, he is reputed to be the best among them.

He could be said to have the most outstanding dexterity.

Although this time they met to create an artifact to uncover dark magic, creating a good relationship with him was mutually beneficial.

For Count Kassim, it was an opportunity to hold the rope of the 5th generation, and for Julis, it was an opportunity to connect with an outstanding craftsman.

Although it was an era of magic and aura, the existence of a field commander could not be taken lightly.

Isn’t it the existence of a field commander who can create a magic sword like this right away?

It took a long time to watch the conversation between Irene and Count Kasim,

My eyes narrowed at the sound of urgent footsteps coming from far away.

The keener sense of hearing catches the sound of breathing. Urgent, and also laborious breathing sound.

Let’s look at the door thinking that it won’t be ordinary news.

Soon after, the person who opened the door looked at Irene and licked her lips.

The lady-in-waiting who came with us couldn’t hide her pale expression, as if she had heard some bad news.

The atmosphere grew heavy in an instant, when the lady-in-waiting whispered something in Irene’s ear. I wiped my face, frowning.

‘…I forgot.’

What the maid said to Irene was a very short word.

‘The duke has collapsed.’ However, the memory that comes up with those words is definitely something from the future that I remember, so that’s it.

The fact that the Duke will die this year.

I felt that my mouth was bitter.

Yesterday, when I asked what I was missing, it was that the duke became like this.

I couldn’t let it flow like a novel, like the tragedy of the original I know.

Wasn’t it three years to prepare for that?

As I followed Irene, who hurriedly got up from her seat, I recalled the promise she made earlier in my mind.

Save the Duke.

Even if that is impossible, it will be my job to make it possible.