95 – Devils wear nice clothes (5)

Don’t you know the joy of being on the battlefield?

Those soldiers, too, would not be standing around like a wooden statue because they didn’t know about entertainment.

A huge old tree glowed in red light, and the voices of thrilled soldiers could be heard amidst the roaring flames. At the modest banquet that began after the strategy meeting, the soldiers smiled happily as they ate meat and ate bread.

Leaning against an old tree, I was observing people enjoying a party.

“Didn’t you drink alcohol?”

I heard Lena’s voice. Before I knew it, she came closer to me and brought her face closer. I showed Lena the bottle I was holding in my left hand and said,

“I took one. They say it’s one in four, but I secretly brought it.”

Lena stared blankly at the bottle and smiled meaningfully, then took out the drink she had hidden behind her back and said,

“me too.”

I felt sorry for the soldiers, but if they were involved in a risky operation as a party of warriors, they wondered if they could enjoy this level of privilege. Lena sat down on an old tree and patted the side with the palm of her hand. The thick roots that protruded to make it comfortable to sit on were shiny enough to let the light shine through, as if soldiers were often sitting there.

I sat down and said.

“Looking at this, it reminds me of the old days. Even when I was in the Knights, I often had banquets like this.”

“Did you dance and sing like that there too?”

Lena’s gaze turned to the dancing soldier in the middle of the campfire. Seeing the drunken soldier twisting around like a hollow jointed doll, the hero widened his eyes, and Millet cheered.

I also said admiring the cool dance moves.

“I was a knight. When I was a trainee, I often did things like talent shows, but after becoming a knight, I didn’t. I was mainly on the side of telling.”

“What did you do as a trainee?”

Lena was persistent. Like a venomous snake that won’t let go of its prey, she looked eager to see my organs. I said.

“I also danced. I couldn’t push it forward properly, but when I was a trainee, I was overflowing with passion, so I somehow swayed to the music.”

Lena just saw the soldier who went down with cheers. There was a proud look on his flushed face, which made the onlookers feel good. Lena glanced at me and said.

“I want to see you… … .”

I pretended not to hear her and brought the bottle to my mouth. Lena kept staring at me and poking my side with her finger.

“Ah… !”

Lena laughed as the half-drinking drink in her mouth flew forward. She held my arm lightly and spoke in a charming voice.

“show me. yes?”

I laughed and shook my head. After rowing, he stood up like a person who was going to do it anyway. A live band by the bonfire was still playing songs, and the empty plaza was looking for an owner. I took off my outer robe and walked among the crowd, the soldiers whispering expectantly.

******

[It suits you well.]

The voice echoed in Kayberes’ ears. My brain, which had been busy with the meeting, played back the happiest memories like a tape recorder as the time to rest approached.

“Waaa!”

“who is this? What are you doing?”

“do not know! But that man is fun!”

When he came to his senses, he saw a porter dancing in the middle of the banquet hall.

Kiberes stood in the corner and watched. The dance moves were messy, but the way they swayed passionately in sync with the beat made the soldiers tremble. I can’t say he’s cool, but I thought he was an interesting guy.

She could see Lena cheering behind the porter, raising her hand. I also saw Ashuria, who was looking at the banquet hall as she healed the villagers from a little distance away. The porter shook his body violently, turned around the square, and held out his hand to the hero sitting in the seat of honor.

The hero was startled and waved his hand in embarrassment, while Millet jumped forward and held hands with the porter as if he were replacing the hero. Two people with a difference in height held hands tightly and turned round and round, and Millet showed surprisingly agile movements and staff to match the bizarre dance rhythm.

The spark kicked off the ground strong enough to lightly jump, and came down lightly while spinning 5 times in the air.

“Waaa!”

“Elves are the best!”

“aaa!”

The soldiers raged in more furious voices, and Kayberes laughed involuntarily. Because the hero was biting his finger lightly and making a sad expression. Because she could understand a little bit of that hero’s feelings now.

“For the price.”

She put on a gloomy expression, then turned her head to the voice she heard next to her. old woman. She stood next to Kiberes, smoking a cigarette with a sullen face. Her gaze was also on the porter.

Kiberes said.

“I’m sorry.”

The woman did not answer. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and nodded. Caybereth seemed to be hypnotized by the glowing bonfire in front of him. With a hazy mood, the world was colored orange, and the sound of music was faintly heard.

However, the conversation between himself and the woman was clearly audible.

Kiberes said.

“I wanted to talk to you at least once.”

The woman laughed at Kiberes’ words and said. The way he raised the corner of his mouth seemed to be laughing, and it seemed like he was laughing because it was really fun. Since Cabares couldn’t see the other side of the woman, he decided to assume that she was smiling innocently.

“I would be more of an older sister. Try using an honorable word.”

At the woman’s words, Kayberes said admiringly.

“Then it’s been longer than I thought. I am 120 years old this year. Are you of mixed elf blood?”

The woman shook her head and resumed her cigarette as Kiberes responded earnestly. And turned the subject.

“…so what do you want to talk about?”

“I know you have a say in this town.”

The woman asked for a cigarette. The tip was crushed and the tobacco powder inside spilled out. The smell of raw tobacco assaulted her body with every breath she took. Kiberes said, still looking at the banquet hall.

“I want to get along with you too. I won’t tell you not to hate me, but… … .”

“My husband is dead.”

At the woman’s words, Kayberes fell silent. The woman still had a sullen face, and the cigarette in her hand trembled and shook off the ashes. A spark passed through the back of her hand, but there was no sign of heat.

Tears welled up in the woman’s eyes.

“I died fighting for my country in this war.”

Kiberes had a lot to say. Reasonably, this woman shouldn’t have rejected her for that reason. It was because I was able to take pride in doing my best as a war veteran recognized by the country and as a great soldier. Because it was she who prevented this village from being overrun by the commander’s attack.

“There is a cemetery over there. I don’t know if you know.”

Reaching out to the graveyard on the corner of town, she wiped away her tears. Then, feigning composure, he continued talking to Kiberes. Her eyes were red and her breathing was rough, but she held her head upright and tried to breathe slowly, pretending to be normal.

Then he looked at Kiberes again and said.

“We can’t be friends.”

Kayberes looked straight at her.

The woman threw a cigarette into the flame and said.

“Why you?”

A gaze of fire.

A question mixed with resentment.

Kiberes couldn’t answer that.

The woman’s figure disappeared into the distance, and Cayberes seemed to burn with misery.

And at that time, I had to recall happy memories.

I shyly show off my stylish clothes and ask the porter.

[Does it suit you?]

The porter smiled and said:

[It suits you well.]

And the porter hears a voice asking for help and moves quickly.

The happy times end there.

From then on, the story of meeting and fighting.

Her happiness is eroded by her duties as a commanding officer.

When I opened my eyes, there was reality.

A porter who dances hard,

A woman who walks away.

And there was a commander from a demon tribe standing alone in the middle.

Just in time, the porter was coming out. The soldiers cheered and shook hands, and Millet clung to the porter with a sweaty face. She was embraced by Ashuria, who was approaching, and Lena watched the crowd of soldiers and left because she ran out of alcohol.

Kayberes took a step without realizing it.

[It suits you well.]

She knew very well that she was greedy.

That word is not enough greedy.

Lena thoughtlessly grabbed the bottle and scuffled with the soldier.

Ashuria was trying to shake off Millet’s clothes while stroking her clinging hair.

The porter made eye contact with Caybereth, and involuntarily slipped out of the crowd and moved forward.

Kybereth whispered.

“I want you to come to my room later.”

ask for a happy time

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