At the Northern Fort

"Captain, I was wondering if I should be able to lean more against my body and support your butt too"

That's what I advised Mr Wance. I couldn't even do it myself, but objectively, maybe I can tell what's wrong.

Captain Sarrell held me to his chest as he gently supported his butt.

"Don't you have hair on your clothes?

"That's about as much as you have to put up with. To get along with the Spirit."

Captain Sarrell has been staring down at me for some time. Because I can scream "hiccup" when I'm concerned - I'm probably afraid my mouth and fangs are close to my face. Even though I wouldn't bite - I decided not to keep it slightly moving, but to look at the stains on the wall.

"That's very sweet..."

Captain Sarrell says as touched.

"I don't bark loudly, and I don't storm. And then it's perfect if you don't even lose your hair."

I shrugged a little sorry and then this time I lifted up the edge of my lips and laughed.

"But if you miss this Spirit, even within the Knights... no, my position will be solid even within this Alidra country. No one can fool me."

And keep your voice even louder and excited.

"The power relationship with my brother will also be reversed. What is the Duke? Aren't there as many mountains around the world? But few people have connections with the Spirit. Contrary to what I've been doing, my brother is going to have to nag me!

The candle lights in Captain Sarrell's glasses were shaking demonically and loosely.

"Oh, yeah. I have to take the Spirit to Father's grave. You must report that the child you have sporadically insulted compared to your fat brother, who tends to be ill, has now become a key figure in a country connected to the Spirit!

Captain Sarrell said out loud, "Hahaha!" I laughed, but I think I'm lonely behind my eyes.

Captain Sarrell still doesn't look thin and strong, but, like the chief of the branch said, was he sicker when he was little?

So did your father treat his healthy brother?

If so, I find Captain Sarrell pathetic in that regard.

I had anticipated that I would burn my ambitions to gain high status, to gain power, because I wanted people around me to recognize myself, but I might especially want my family to recognize me among them.

I want to give back to my father and brother for making fun of my weak self.

I want you to know that I'm not a loser.

That thought is what makes Captain Sarrell ambitious.

Mr. Wance said with a twisted grin somewhere as the five of them also saw their own superiors with sympathetic eyes.

"If Captain Sarrell is appreciated, I can give back my brother, too."

"I make fun of the bullies I used to bully, too."

I was listening to that conversation and I felt like I could see how they were following Captain Sarrell.

I'm sure all five of them have something in common with Captain Sarrell.

You think you're not blessed with your physique, your talents in battle, or that you've been scorned by the people around you because of it, yet again, you have an obsession with your family?

Everyone sees Captain Sarrell on top of themselves, and that's probably why they want to help.

And Captain Sarrell seemed to trust these five things.

"You guys, good job again. I have excellent men. My nose is high, too. I'm not the only one in charge of this. Let's work to make sure they appreciate you."

"No, Captain. We followed the captain's instructions, and that led to this kind of achievement. Besides, we don't want our own promotion or anything. If the captain's ambitions are fulfilled, that's fine."

"You guys..."

To Captain Sarrell, who trembles with gratitude, Mr. Wance says.

"We just want to thank the captain for what he did well."

Just as the five thought they resembled Captain Sarrell himself, Captain Sarrell also noticed what he had in common with them, and I guess he had a special eye for it with it.

It's usually something you want to be nice to a person who has experienced the same suffering as you.

"Wance, Nild, Rhino, Jörg, Gordon. You're my treasure."

Captain Sarrell said a little embarrassed as he fixed the position of his glasses.

They have a stronger bond between these six than they thought.

But that's why you can't do anything wrong.

Instead of telling him so, he licked the broken hand in front of him.

My tongue seems cold to those unfamiliar, and Captain Sarrell can pull one hand in as surprised.

"Hey, they licked me...... Somebody get me a handkerchief. Right pocket. And disinfectant."

Mr. Jörg hurried to remove the handkerchief from Captain Sarrell's pocket and sprayed the liquid in something like a perfume bottle before wiping Captain Sarrell's hand with grace.

My saliva is treated like dirt or germs...

Speaking of cleanliness, is it?

But I kind of hurt myself, so I licked more hands on my stomach.

"Ahhh!

The other five diligently encourage Captain Sarrell to bluish and harden his face.

"Captain! Please accept it as it is!

"The Spirit Child likes me!

"Don't shake it off!

Captain Sarrell replied as he drew his face.

"But...! The Spirit Child isn't even cute, but the saliva would be dirty!

"I can't help it!

I had unexpectedly uttered that word.

"'Cause I didn't put it in my mouth at the stone place that crawled around there today, and I didn't wrap around the crusty branches, and I didn't grab anyone's shoes. Oh, but it could be a bit of a biscuit..."

"Shh, you talked!?"

Captain Sarrell raised his surprise.

The other five may have seen us talking in the city of Gorda, but they didn't even seem to think they could speak the language in the appearance of the beast.

To keep you alert, I was just trying to keep pretending I couldn't talk like an animal.

I couldn't help but find out, so I answered, as usual, in a toned tone.

"Yeah, you can talk. And I know the words."

I've talked to the Kings before, but I'm not convinced why there's no smart information about me being able to understand and speak the words, while the eater info is circulating about 'I like sweets'.

Captain Sarrell praised me with an obvious making smile after a moment of consolidation.

"What is this, young but wise! That's the son of the honorable Spirit. If you take a closer look at it, it looks like Rin Kabuki's will is manifested! The glossy pure white fur is an unbeatable beauty on the pearls of the East! It's even an honor to stick it in my clothes! If you think it was given to you by a rare Spirit, even if you were salivated, as a fool like me, you'd just be delighted -"

"I don't know any nasty words."

90% of the time, I didn't understand what you were talking about. But I knew he wanted to get salivated and wanted me to put hair on my clothes.

When Captain Sarrell turns calm and shuts up, he whispers to Mr. Wance, who is next door.

"Hey, how intelligent is this spiritual child?

"I don't know for sure... I was about two or three years old when I was turning into a human. From what I've done so far, I thought I'd leave the toddler area."

I hear everything!

"Then you never cared that much."

That's what Captain Sarrell says, letting Mr. Wance wipe the hand I licked again.

Hey.

"Now it's time to head to the castle. I don't want to stay in such a dirty place for long.... Huhuhuhuhuhu, if you go back to the castle, I'm the hero who saved the kidnapped spiritual child"

Captain Sarrell's grin was distorted by his thoughts, but he also seemed heartfelt happy. Probably because the realization of ambition is near.

But I have trouble getting Captain Sarrell to go to the castle. Captain Sarrell and his men first said, "We've found the Son of the Spirit that Cromwell and his men couldn't protect! 'Cause I'm worried that if you return, it would sound like an excuse for the branch leaders to complain afterwards,' This is Captain Sarrell's conspiracy... '

I don't know how trustworthy my testimony is at a young age.

(Guys, I don't know yet...)

It was when I stared inside anxiously at Mr. Nildo, a grown-up person trying to open the door.

When Mr. Nildo pulled the door inside, there was someone there waiting for me to arrive.

A gentle hand rested on the sword of his waist, and the captain stood.