Count Scribe's Tutor

Chapter. 13

Earl Archdut.

The moment I stepped up the stairs to the third floor.

Ferda suddenly stops walking. Something was a little different than usual. Shortly after, he realized what a sense of camouflage was.

‘Window · · · · · · · · · · ·. ’

All the windows in the hallway were wide open.

Aaron wouldn't have done it. He knows the truth doesn't like the sun. Then who left the window open? Ferda frowns and closes the windows one by one.

Chop chop.

When I closed every last window, the hallway turned dark again. Ferda walks towards the room with a satisfied look on her face.

I was about to knock and open the door as usual.

Huh?

I felt popular inside. Not one, but two.

I've never heard of this.

Ferda clears her voice and knocks politely.

Knock, knock.

"Young Master, it's Ferda."

I have no answer.

I counted down to five seconds and then carefully opened the door.

The immediate look is in the bright room.

Then I saw a bunch of rolled sheets on the bed and a middle-aged man standing beside them. A bundle of blankets would be an understatement.

What about the man next to him?

‘I've never seen you before. ’

But strangely, he looked familiar. Then I noticed a sword carved into the left eye of the man. As soon as I saw this, there was someone who came to my mind. One of the characters from the novel.

‘Maybe · · · · · · · · ·. ’

You narrow your eyes and observe the appearance of the man.

Well-maintained grey hair and brown eyes. He had somewhat dull skin and wore a black vest on a white shirt. It wasn't until I saw his outfit that I realized who he was.

‘Aile Dunov, the Archdut butler. ’

On the outside, I feel like I would have done a single thing for a royal year, but he is still a single person, not a royal year. He's the strongest in the arcade, within five fingers.

Then I heard a familiar voice.

"Ferda!"

She smiles brightly as she later becomes aware of Ferda's existence. I got up from bed, but I didn't take my blanket out of my hand. Maybe it's the sun filling up the room.

"Good night, young master."

"Oh, yeah. Why all of a sudden?"

At that time, the horse had an awkward face.

His gaze turned to Isle. He looked like he understood the situation soon. He shuts up, and Aale clears his throat suddenly.

"Hmmm! I've never seen you like this, yes."

A twisted accent. And a clear look at the bottom.

Aile looks at Ferda as if she were looking at someone much lower than herself.

"Aile Dunov. I'm the chancellor and chief executive officer of the mansion."

I already know the information, but I think you should introduce yourself here. Ferda bows slightly.

"Ferda Inoside. Master Shifu."

"There's no introduction, so get ready quickly. We're running out of time."

Aile hangs up on him.

Then Ferda looks at Ail with a puzzled face. What do you want me to prepare all of a sudden? Suddenly, a thread approaches, grabbing his collar.

"Fe, perda. So that's it."

I want to explain something in detail.

But Aile's words were faster than that.

"The Earl has invited me to his breakfast."

* * *

A huon gel arcade.

He is the head of the Earl of Archdut and one of the Swordmasters of the realm.

A notorious warlord with ruthless hands who has mastered the gateway to stop the Barbarians beyond the Southern Desert.

He's also a real father.

There was other information, but there was nothing else that could help us in this situation.

‘To be honest, it's a relationship with reality · · · · · · · ·. ’

There is a fairly long history between the Earl and the practice. That's why the Count stays out of trouble. although, of course, we don't know that yet.

‘There was no such development in the original. ’

Throughout the entire season, the erl had never invited himself to a meal, nor had he come to see his face. When I first found the white paper, I talked for a few minutes.

Then why the sudden invitation to dinner?

The question was not the only one.

"Why was I invited? ’

The Earl summoned Ferda together. If he had just invited her, she wouldn't have had to wait for him.

"No, who closed all the windows?"

At that moment, I heard Eil's unpleasant voice.

After waking up from thought, Ferda opens her mouth.

"Lord Dunov."

"Call me the butler. I haven't been a knight in a long time."

An annoying tone of speech. It seemed as if I told you not to talk.

But right now, the first thing we need is information.

"Dear Madam Chairman, I would like to ask you a question."

"I guess you're wondering why you were invited to dinner."

That was fast as a ghost.

Ferda nods, pretending to be embarrassed, and Aile speaks.

"You want to see your face as much as the erl himself has chosen you. I don't know, but your father has a long history with the Earl."

Oh, I remember.

There was a set point like that. It was so faint that I forgot.

Ferda was practically a homeroom teacher for no reason. It's easy to roll moderately, and there will be no backlash when something happens.

But why did he come from so many fallen nobles?

The answer was simple.

‘The dissolution of old relationships. ’

Once upon a time, the Earl owed money to Ferda Winteres' father. It was not enough to owe me a life, but it was a vague debt to ignore.

‘Earl Archduke hated owing. ’

It was not only described as dislike, it was extremely dislike. Suspiciously obsessive. But that didn't solve all the questions.

‘But I'm not even invited to breakfast. ’

All he could think about was Ferda becoming a real homeroom teacher.

It's a different matter to be invited to breakfast. If this had anything to do with it, I should have been invited to the original.

‘Like this · · · · · · · · · · ·. ’

I have to see him in person.

about what he was planning to do with himself.

By the time I thought about it, I arrived at the destination.

"Just in case, no weapons, right?"

Ferda nods quietly.

I dropped the chatter and left it on my desk. I tried my inventory on the way back to the lodge, but I didn't stop chatting and thought I was going crazy.

As I sigh deeply, she opens her mouth again.

"There's something I need to know before I go in there."

Aile continues to talk with a unique twisted tone. It was a matter of caution when dining with the Earl. Seeing that, I was more steward than anyone else.

"Hmmm, let's go in when you're ready."

Knock, knock.

Aile knocks on the door.

"Earl, it's Aile. Take the young master with you."

"Come in."

You hear a low voice from beyond the door.

Profit

After a while, I opened the door, and an unexpected sight appeared.

Various chunks of meat on a large table. Chickens and pigs, goats and sheep, and ducks.

However, if there is a problem, it is that it is not cooked.

"· · · · · ·!"

They were all raw meat together.

Blood splashes across the floor. Looking at it, the stench of foul blood paralyzed my sense of smell. The smell is so intense that I want to kick through the door.

"Now if you'll excuse me."

Kuang

The visit is closed with Eil's voice closed.

The smell got worse as the wind did not blow. Because of the smell of blood, my complexion turned somewhat white. The windows are all closed. We have to.

But you can't just stand there gawking.

Ferda taps her elbow. After sharing his gaze, the two bow their heads without anyone having to look first.

"Ferda Inoside to see the Earl."

"Poetry, silverware arcade, Earl."

In fact, I couldn't finish the sentence. Because he couldn't adapt to the abject Fivirin. Then you hear the Earl's voice.

"You may raise your head."

Ferda slowly raises her gaze as permission falls. I see a man sitting at the end of the table.

Platinum hair that hangs down to the shoulders.

Deep blue eyes like a calm lake.

Earl Archdut, master of this castle.

‘Younger than I thought. ’

It was definitely over forty, but the appearance alone seems to be in the late thirties. But I was never as young as my eyes. Those ferocious eyes can only have so much blood on their hands, through so many battlefields.

"It's been a while."

Then the Earl opens his mouth.

He clenched his trembling fist tightly. I had to answer something. My lips couldn't fall off well. to say, "It's been a long time."

However, the Earl did not give the practitioner a chance to speak.

"Remember me? Ferda Winteres."

The truth was as solid as it was.

At the same time, Ferda sighs inside. It is the second meeting place after coming to the castle. Instead of taking care of the flesh, he greeted himself by his side first.

‘I don't even treat people who don't have it. ’

No matter how much you hate it, you can say hello, right?

But once I got the greeting, I had to answer. He pretended to think about it for a while and said with a tone that he wanted to apologize.

"I'm sorry, I don't remember."

"Hmm, is that so?"

Of course, how do you remember that?

I'm sure Ferda would have thought: But it's different now. The contents of every season remain in your head. So in the novel, the short story of Ferda and the Earl was brought out of my mouth.

"But I remember the voice."

"Voice?"

"Yes, I remember the village in the snow mountains in the north, the inn where the vultures were raised. and a pile of booze."

"Haha, I miss this place. That's where your father and I drank our crooked noses."

An Earl with a big smile. I miss his mouth.

But the eyes remained the same. An eye that does not contain even a single piece of emotion. It was the same with Ferda.

‘I'm not happy to be the one to complain. ’

Earl Ferda didn't seem to like it. Because I know how unattractive and unattractive he was. You're treating people you can't even look at right now.

When I saw the side of the room with my ears hanging down and my mouth closed, I wasn't bothered.

‘But still for real. ’

I need the shadow of the Archduke.

At least not until we lead the army of the dead.

"Sit down. You must be hungry. Let's eat first."

According to the Earl, Ferda and Silvan sat side by side. I thought the smell of blood smelled darker. I held my breath as much as I could while watching unfamiliar sights. I thought I'd run away if I didn't.

"I heard from Aile."

The Earl picks up the pig's hind legs with blood on them. Then, as if to slice a steak, he slices raw meat. Because it was a knife with error, the chunks of meat were sliced like tofu.

"You said you like meat."

An earl with a bright red skin inside his mouth. I chewed the delicious food like it was tasty. Then, looking at the reality, I raised my mouth.

It was a vicious predator's smile.

"We've got plenty of room. Enjoy it."

When he finished, his shoulders shrunk.