68 – One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest (4)

“And speaking of friends, I can’t leave out the story of my childhood friend Mary. Mary was a very cute child with freckles on her face and curly hair in pigtails. I really liked her blonde hair with a bow, she had big breasts, and she liked to wear fluffy skirts. You are in town to wait for me, and I wonder what you are doing now.”

While the hero was talking about his elaborate family and country life, a woman sitting at a table a little away laughed at the hero with her eyes closed.

War is never waged by force alone.

In wars, those who always have more information in their hands and know how to use that information have won. She saw a light mouth and an innocent face without the hero’s countermeasures. Then, I looked at the faces of the party members who were confused somewhere.

Their expressions were telling us as much information as the warrior’s past.

First of all, it was clear that the reason Lena made that expression was because the hero she liked was talking about her first love.

“A pitiful bitch.”

She laughed at Lena’s look. For the subject of betraying the black society and playing under the hero, in the end, isn’t it living as a plaything for a playboy without even gaining the hero’s love? The woman smiled even brighter as she scanned Lena’s face through the crack of her wine glass.

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Next to Lena was a man with sharp eyes. It was clear that he was making such a mysterious expression because he did not like the life of a prostitute even though the hero had a woman in his hometown. Seeing that he was serious and looked older than the hero, he was not an easy man to deal with when she thought.

In particular, judging from the way he sat and looked around, it was evident that he was a soldier, so he was probably a knight or someone with military experience equivalent to that.

“That man should be a little careful.”

The woman’s gaze turned to the nun next to her. As the woman’s intuition showed, the nun was a very chaste and devout person. She could read her liking for the hero from his hand gestures and eyes toward the hero, and it was clear that she was shocked by the hero’s flirtatious temperament and the fact that there was a woman waiting for her.

The woman laughed at the nun’s disappointed back.

“When you love, you get hurt.”

Her gaze passed to the elf. That elf who had no interest in the story of the hero was a typical elf. Remembering that things never work out when you’re involved with an elf, the woman naturally averted her gaze.

Warrior.

At first glance, a beautiful appearance and bright blonde hair that could be mistaken for a woman. and blue eyes. I could feel the elegance in the way he moved his hands, but according to the hero’s claim, he was from the countryside.

“I’m from the countryside… … . Yes, he must be from the countryside.”

There is nothing good for a nobleman who lowers his background. It was because noble women only dealt with the same nobles. So, the woman reasoned, the hero could not offer the title of nobility because he came from a noble family in the countryside.

Evidence was the dignified appearance and the contrasting meticulous rural experiences.

The woman moved naturally. Neither Lena, nor the others, nor anyone else found it strange to see her go out. She went outside leisurely and called Lena’s name while enjoying the outside air.

“Lena. You are more withdrawn outside.”

Her name is Banion. Among the assassins of the Black Society, she was a rare woman specializing in disguises and make-up. Due to performing in a circus theater when he was young, his flexible body reached a level where he could control his physique to some extent, and during his career as an actor who started as a camouflage after entering the black society, he learned how to make up and give different points depending on the person.

With the slightest movement, she walked like a completely different person, creating different habits each time.

“How many times have I said that the important thing for an assassin is not to reveal information?”

Once, while assassinating a nobleman, rumors spread about a prostitute whose right hand trembled and her legs couldn’t move properly due to alcoholism.

While the soldiers were looking everywhere for a wanted prostitute, the culprit was sitting leisurely in a cafe, pretending to be an aristocratic woman. Assassination on an elegant and quiet bed. Lena called her a slut, but Banion rebuked Lena, saying that Lena’s vulgar and filthy ways were more like back alley whores.

Banion took a step forward. A beautiful red dress, blonde hair, heavy makeup, and a clean neck. Banion smiled and turned abruptly and started walking down the back alley. Step by step, she smiled and rubbed her face.

“You should have been with us in the first place. Lena. I didn’t hate you.”

Like a waitress at a bar, her heavy makeup melted away, and freckles appeared on her face. The rustic but beautiful features settled in, and part of the red dress was rolled up to become a ribbon. Her pigtails swayed, and her dress turned into plain clothes before she knew it.

An octopus tattoo squirmed around her neck, then faded again. Coming out of the alley before she knew it, she turned into a rich country girl with a strange charm.

Banion muttered in a low voice as he rubbed his arms and legs.

“Demon King. Best.”

*****

Even if the hero risked his life to claim that he was from the countryside, the world was wasting time. As if to prove that our conversation yesterday was fruitless, I couldn’t remember anything but that big-breasted childhood friend.

Lena was having an early breakfast when she went downstairs, rubbing her hair, which was aching from fatigue rather than a hangover. I ordered the food facing Lena, then asked Lena.

“Are the others awake already?”

“Mille is sleeping, and Ashuria has gone to prayer at dawn. Even the hero went outside for a while saying he was going somewhere.”

“You should be resting.”

“For me, that is a business that rests. Really, you can’t understand the thoughts of religious people? God would understand why I don’t pray at dawn at times like this.”

I let Lena’s complaints go away with a smile. The restaurant’s breakfast menu is bread and soup. It was a simple salad. The salad contained chicken breast, so it was said that the way to eat it was to take it with lettuce, then put it between bread and dip it into the soup. After biting into the soaked bread, Lena trembled with a happy face and said:

“This is delicious. mister. Try it.”

“Then I’ll make one too. Where did the hero go?”

“Yeah? I wonder if the hero has to go out in the morning.”

“I don’t know if I even met a friend from my hometown. The childhood friend who was waiting for you in the countryside.”

“childhood friend? Ah, that big-breasted kid.”

I remembered that Lena was also a woman with big breasts. However, it seemed that he did not really believe that the hero knew such a woman. she said.

“Do you really know such a woman?”

“You have to forgive your colleagues for lying. There will be circumstances.”

“You don’t believe me either?”

“I believe in dating a woman with big breasts.”

Lena giggled at my words, then ran her hand through her clothes. Then he looked at me and asked.

“Do you like women with big breasts?”

I smiled at Lena and said.

“Women have different charms, don’t they? There are too many women in the world to live buried in one heart.”

She had a strangely bright expression on her face, and when I came to my conclusion, she frowned and muttered.

“Lovelace.”

“I am a lover.”

Lena laughed at my words and asked again.

“But are you going to meet a girl too?”

“…Still, since rumors about the hero have spread strangely, shouldn’t we exercise some restraint in the capital? If I do something wrong this time and get into an accident, the hero might get really angry.”

There was no need to pour cold water on the atmosphere heated up by the warriors’ party. Since the rumors disappeared safely, he had to endure not meeting women while he was in the capital. said Lena.

“No matter what you do, the warrior takes care of you a lot.”

I nodded as I dipped the bread into the soup.

“A person carrying a burden recognizes a person carrying a burden. Aren’t you a porter?”

“You mean lean on me when it’s hard. right?”

“Rely on me anytime.”

Lena gave me a comfortable smile. She made her hands in the shape of calyxes and looked at me with her face on top of them. It was the moment when she opened her mouth to say something, with curved eyes and a happy face.

“there… … .”

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No matter who said it first, he turned his head.

And no one was the first to recall the story of the hero.

[Mary was a very cute little girl with freckles on her face and curly hair. The blonde hair with a ribbon suits her very well, she has big breasts, and she likes to wear fluffy skirts.]

“there… … . Yo, I came because the hero was here.”

A woman with a similar feeling to the hero’s explanation came to the dorm.

Lena and I looked at each other with confused eyes.

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No, is it real?

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