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[Ambient] Caesar Kurail (3)

Since I was young, I have been a virtuous successor to education.

It's a useless piece of knowledge if you think about it now.

Political stances in Curale territory, powerful aristocratic and royal families on the North continent, posture at social gatherings, expression management...

Knowledge was mostly about how to deal with outsiders, not territories.

It's no different here.

"The colonists are suffering. And we're just gonna ignore it and walk away? You can't call yourself a warrior!"

"Yes! A righteous warrior must help those in need!"

"That's what I think, too!"

"Valiant, do you not pity the people of this city who suffer from the harsh taxes of incompetent lords?" "

Strong warriors quarrelled with their comrades in no time of day.

Similarly, he paused the morning workout that did not skip a day, then calmly replied.

"Again, this is a political issue. A summoned warrior is not a job to defeat a Demon King that cannot be solved diplomatically. If the lord here is really wrong, then the king of this country must solve it. I also have an obligation to return home as soon as possible and take care of my parents."

Theoretically.

If the nobles go wrong, the monarchs scold them, and if the monarchs go wrong, the nobles fight back together.

Royalty, aristocrats.

As such, the state operates by balancing the political plates that are inevitably divided into two.

But what if there's an outside force involved, like a neighbor?

Those who demand help will divide metallurgically by eating the country's blood and flesh.

A warrior party is no different.

"Brave warrior, disappointed."

"I'm really disappointed."

"The warrior... Whew..."

"I'm disappointed in you, too!"

As you shout, your companions run ahead of cute archaeologist Ranubel out of the Ur Inn.

An unstoppable warrior groans with a frowning face.

"Is this happening again..."

Just a few days ago, I was stunned by his gaze as I watched his face that made the subjugated dragon flinch.

"Why, why?"

"Aren't you going to gumhee?"

"I am the legitimate successor of Duke Kurail. Interfering with political issues makes things bigger."

"I see."

As I understood it, I began to wipe my sweaty upper body with a towel.

Lots of scars, like medals.

Flammable!

"......"

I have impressive forearms and breasts that want to hold them tight enough to crumble.

And so, the man who had barely defeated me passed me in just a year, and was moving forward.

No body, no mind.

I only saw myself as one of my colleagues, not a woman.

"Do you have something to say?"

"... are you going out there alone again tonight?"

"I'm a slave to desire."

"Oh, yes."

I know it well.

This warrior always secretly helps.

He doesn't really have a day to get over his cravings, but he considers' poorness' very important.

Someone to help, someone not to.

Good and caring don't always lead to good outcomes.

He's always on the alert for this.

"Caesar Curale. I'm not a god."

"Human?"

"Yes. That's why we can't help everyone. I'm just a human being who's a little more competent than everyone else. Even I have so many great friends in my hometown."

"You're being modest."

"It's true."

"It's not easy to just walk away and lower yourself. I believe my sword is the best in the world."

"It's true. You and the Wise Man are the most aggressive at parties."

"......"

"Hmm? Did I say something wrong?"

"It's nothing."

I'm really worried that this man will see me as a woman.

* * *

Little by little, the worry of metallurgy finally erupted.

If the adventure continues like this, I feel anxious that I won't be able to get married and end up growing old.

So today we decided to try a little bit of a bold move.

"They'll be here soon..."

The handsome subject, the rebellious one, the strong one, trains at dawn without fail.

And this inn with an open house is only for us at the moment, and only men who can use it at this hour are strong.

In other words, such opportunities are rare.

Glug.

I dared to undress in the men's dressing room.

Let's go!

It is not a natural body that needs no care, such as the cute archaeologist Ranubel or Mermaid Aqua, but it has been transformed into a thorough diet and training to this day.

Especially in the last few years to get a good look at a man.

Yeah, that's him.

"Huh…?"

As expected, a strong man entered the dressing room in time and found me naked.

Brainy!

My heart was racing like crazy.

I'm so ashamed!

However, this man's reaction was never cool.

Seeing the entrance to the changing room speaks in a bold tone.

"This is the men's dressing room... huff!"

"Die!"

I swing my magic sword eyer at a warrior who treats me like a fool who can't distinguish between men and women.

Some people are just as dumb as others!

It was a self-defense sword in case strong water demanded too much of my body, but it was used completely the opposite way.

- Boom!

Woodpeck...!

Parker!

The dressing room was destroyed in an instant by a sword filled with my anger and shame.

What happened at such a short notice.

It was a mistake I would never have made if it were me.

"Ah…"

Because you're ashamed to show a man you love naked?

Are you mad at him for seeing me naked all of a sudden?

Or was it instinct to get my attention this way?

Whatever it was, there must have been unwanted consequences.

"Madness!"

When angry at his self-righteous comrades, the mighty warrior used to scold him like that.

But I've never done anything like that before.

Devastated Inn.

A strong, vigilant gaze.

I was not an idiot, I could feel easy.

"No, silly..."

Dang it.

The magic sword eyer that I had always kept at my side slipped out of my grasp.

Huge inn repairs.

It was my mistake, and I tried to fix it.

"This is the fault of the warrior!"

"You look at a woman's nakedness like that!"

"You're so careless."

"I totally agree with you!"

"This is a warrior's responsibility."

Strong warriors have recently paid generously for hunting down the dragons.

The amount was not very large.

Repair expenses for the villages destroyed by the dragons, living expenses for the families, participation fees for the unsupported militia, friendship, and a merchant who buys byproducts at a cheap price...

After that, the remaining revenue was not as modest as subjugating a dragon.

But I just wrote it because of me. By paying the remaining amount after rebuilding an inn.

"... let's go."

The strong man urges the adventure without a word.

The desire to subdue the Demon King and return home as soon as possible.

So he didn't blame me, but it was another indifference.

"Mr. Gum Hee. Are you okay?"

"You were surprised by the warrior, weren't you?"

"You may attack at night, so be careful from now on."

"I'm glad you're okay, Caesar."

"Beware the Wicked Warrior!"

I was comforted by my comrades who were naked by the warrior.

And the warrior turns his back and marches ahead without a word.

I became a 'colleague'.

A colleague of a different meaning.

"... Yes. It's okay."

And from this day forward, my heart was completely dead.

It can't get any worse now, so I'm sure it'll be fine.

* * *

Ten years.

After my heart died, the adventure of the warrior who felt so long began to end.

So far, I have not given up, but I have followed with ease, because of a sense of refinement, regret, and hope.

"I finally see the Demon King's castle."

"It's been a long time."

"And there were many sacrifices."

"Don't waste this path that Lanubel and his colleagues have opened."

"If we work together, we can certainly defeat the Demon King."

"What kind of warrior..."

We lit a campfire near the Demon King's castle and gathered round as we looked back in time and began to blossom.

Of course, the warrior is not here.

You said you'd make sure there were no regrets (survivors) and you were searching the Demon Duke's territory on your own.

No one here was worried about him acting alone.

Overwhelming.

The allies work together now, but they may not stand a chance against the strongest.

To be more honest, I couldn't imagine the Demon King Fedonar beating this man.

That's how strong he became.

You don't need me.

"Is Caesar still the same?"

"I see. You liked this petty warrior."

"Where is he?"

The Elf King, Wise Man, and Mercenary King who were with us without losing their lives until the end of this adventure asked one after another.

I didn't think it was a topic to discuss shortly after Alex, the swordsman who had become a big supporter, but that's how we were used to the death of our colleagues.

What more do you want me to hide from you?

I answered honestly.

"Everything."

Even the devil's scared face.

A heart that cares about family.

Broad political outlook.

Wisdom to predict the future.

Powerful power and talent.

Wouldn't it be more difficult to hate this man with all the virtues the monarch needs?

Even with the exception of King Sylvia, a fairy godmother who hates humans, the appetite of other female colleagues has not been fully understood.

Is it because I was born a nobleman?

After all, I have been in love with a strong water boy for over seven years.

"Hm. But he'll return home after defeating the Demon King."

"It's impossible to stop him from leaving with our powers."

"Let me introduce you to a great fairy in the name of the fairy king. What do you think?"

Despite what the Nymph King has to say to underestimate Humankind, mercenary kings and wise men are perfectly right.

Our power never touches him.

Swordsmanship surpasses Sword Hui, and the cuff is stronger than the Mercenary King combined with the Sword King, and faster and stronger than the Wise Man's magic. And spirits always put him first and protect him, not the fairy king.

Blocking a warrior's way home?

Impossible.

At that time,

"Never stop... I'm sure you will. He's so strong. Humanity, together, will not be able to defeat him. Especially if you defeated the Demon King and absorbed 5x the EXP."

Is it because there are no parties?

A wise man said something very ominous.

A mercenary king who participated as the deceased's swordsman replacement confronted him.

from the perspective of an extremely mean and practical mercenary.

"Hm. The only way to defeat this warrior who treats snacks is to defeat the Demon King Fedonar and become exhausted. There will be no hope after that."

Sylvia got in the way.

"I hope the warrior is gone soon. When he's gone, the spirits will follow only me, the fairy king! Oh, was that bad for Caesar?"

"No."

I love strong numbers.

But I didn't want to stop him from being happy for my happiness.

He would leave my side forever, but seven years was not a complete waste.

I saw a vast world outside the northern continent of Fantasy, made lots of friends, and made connections large and small.

Marriage is...

You may not feel like it.

I didn't feel like meeting any man, being compared over and over.

He also said.

"I want him gone, too."

May the man I love return home safely.