After Risha's impulse, she pushed Ari, who had become more aggressive, into the workout. Well, of course I can't push it. Then, if you try to cry for nothing, your heart hurts.
I don't know if it's intentional, but if Ari tries to cry and asks for a hug, she can't be pushy. It seems that experience overlaps, and I feel like I'm using it. Oh, shit.
This is all because of Risha.
So I punished my ass without forgiveness. Beyond what I asked you to do in the first place, I asked you to give me a heartbeat from dawn to dawn in the basement, looking at Risha, peaking in a mess without insertion.
Well, I haven't been out in a while, so I just enjoyed the rest of my life waiting to hear about the sale of the Desperate Worm.
Of course, even if it is a day of rest, it is a day of preparing for the next battle. Refresh the duel with Baron Salverine, complementing the swordsmanship, and spend the morning and day with endless muscle training and mana polishing.
After finishing his training, he came out and sat on the couch resting. Winia, who had gone out to the stable in the morning, returned.
"Nigga? You got a letter?"
"What?"
The letter came?
It's quite a familiar envelope to receive. Why, the same design envelope that was sent from Baron Heilen to the duel hall.
These bastards?
"Didn't those bastards send you anything strange again?"
"Something like that."
"Go ahead, nigger."
Winia, who had taken off her coat and hat, came to my side and sat down, and I immediately tore the letter and checked the inside. Fortunately, they didn't say they had anthrax.
"Hmm?"
These bastards are slowly reading in anticipation of what else they're gonna say to me, so I'm in a lot of shock.
"Nigga, what did you say? Fuck you again? Fuck you, just kill me again, you keep annoying me, you're a nobleman and you can't watch anything."
"Uh, no? I don't think so."
"So?"
"Read it."
I immediately handed over the letter to Winia. Whether she takes it or not, she stares at the letter and reads it for a while, and sees my face.
"... you want to apologize?"
"I will."
I didn't see it wrong, but the letter really said that.
I would like to apologize for the disrespect you caused in Baron Heilen and Marquis Lormalza.
I didn't think these bastards would apologize, so I panicked a little. That's how the fuck you do it, and now you come and apologize?
Is it because Lord Ivant protested in person? I don't even listen to her shit, but I really listen to her shit. Actually, well, Ivant's not even a lord.
Anyway, there's a date and place in the letter. And it was written very passively about how wrong they had done. I have apologized in great detail to the baron for all his misunderstandings, for listening to his family and making false judgments.
"If you apologize, will you accept it?"
Winia asked.
Well, of course it's me.
"There's nothing you can't forgive if you just give me enough good stuff."
"Cook. It happens all the time. I think if you give me the black money, I'll take care of everything."
"That's the rule of the world."
Even if you have committed the original sin of dying, you can only live if you pay for the decent misdeeds. There's only so much presumption about the death penalty that doesn't happen.
Anyway, I got a very big insult.
Then it would be good to expect that. The baron apologizes, but there's no way he won't come with a nice gift set.
"Cat? You want an apology?"
"Uh, Claudie."
Claudie comes down with a drunken face. It's weather time by now. He sat right next to me and handed me the letter.
Claudie, who was reading it, laughed.
"Whoo-hoo, an apple. Do you want me to bring you a necklace?"
"I'm scared, Claudie! I can't believe you said that."
George's head...!
I don't need any of that!
If you're going to give it, you should give it to me for money, not for that kind of performance. Or put money on the performance.
"Hm, but do you think it's right to apologize? You might want to call it in and kill it, or you're more likely to. If you call me to apologize, I usually come. It's simple to kill."
Claudie raised a reasonable question and added a strange word.
"I thought about it, too, but I don't think it's a restaurant in Istanbul."
And if you had sent me a letter, you would have sent it to the Isvant side, and so would the lord or the Immortal on the same day.
"What are those bastards doing to me? Rather, I think that would be fine."
"Hoo-hoo, you know, Kat. I'm confident."
Claudie hugs me.
Baron Salverin gave it to me too. I don't think there is a skilled man in the robbed yard against me. Above all, doing so in Isvant is like proclaiming war to a lord.
"But right after a few days. Get ready when you go nigger. Well, I think you might be right to apologize, but I don't know."
"Uh-huh, you should. Winia, I'm always ready."
"Yes, I do."
Only thorough preparation will ensure my survival. I gather equipment and focus on training in a similar context. They're all ready for tomorrow.
"So I'm worried about niggers. Oh, what do you mean, Lisa's making an artifact?"
"Uh, it's about to be done. I'll wear it unconditionally."
"Yeah, do that."
Every time I look at it, I don't have time to make it, so I haven't finished it yet. Anyway, I can't wait for an apology in three days.
*
It became the same day.
I left on a journey to receive the forgiveness of Baron Heilen after being fully armed like a longtime warrior. Appointment venue is a luxurious restaurant rumored to be in Istanbul.
I dragged my wives around to eat a lot, but I've never been here before. If you want to taste it, you should go next time.
Anyway, finding a way was not difficult. There's nothing to lose in Istanbul. From that side, I started to see a big building, and I went in there.
"Excuse me, but what's your name?"
As soon as I got in, a well-dressed employee stopped me. It's just a place to go back to booking. You should confirm your name.
"Gimkatt."
"Could you just give me a moment?"
"I see."
I checked the board he was holding, and he led me inside.
"Yes, we can go in and go up to the third floor. Have a good time."
"Hmph, thank you."
I woke up to the third floor, waving my hands moderately.
It is a fairly well-maintained building. I feel better than the restaurant I had with the mayor when I went to catch the devil last time.
- Yikes.
Opening the door on the third floor, two familiar men and women stood up from the central seat.
The man was George and the woman was Heilen's one-woman.
"..."
There seems to be no escort.
Waiting outside the building or elsewhere?
I didn't expect to come in person, but Lord Isvandt was better dressed. Actually, I won the duel on that side, too. It would be right to do this according to the noble rule.
"Hahaha! These are the future sprouts that led Baron Heilen!!! Looks like you've been properly treated!!! You've got a great body!!! They're the next generation of talent!!! Very resilient!!!"
"Ugh..."
I gladly spread out my hands and approached my brother's front. Seeing his face is fine, he seems to have been properly treated. I gave it to you like that, but you're fine.
"It's all because you're young, yes, because you're young!! If you're young, you'll be better soon!"
The brothers and sisters mourned and said heavily while avoiding my gaze.
"... I came to apologize for what happened last time."
"..."
However, compared to the fact that the maid of honor had given her the will of forgiveness, George was only silent with his mouth shut.
This son of a bitch dared I say hello first, but you chew?
Shouldn't we kill this?
"Is George eating any candy? What are you eating so hard, you don't say anything? Yes?"
"Ah, ah. I... am here... to make amends..."
Once, he said so in a very gentle manner, unlike the last arrogant attitude. You must be punished a few times to be polite.
"Uh-huh, of course you do. Let's go, Trinity and the Princess. You want to apologize to me?"
- Bloop.
I immediately took out a chair and sat down.
A round table surrounded by white tablecloths had only dishes set, but no food had yet come out. Of course, I don't really intend to eat because I don't know what I've done.
"Sit down. You just have to sit down for me."
"... I understand."
"..."
The Heilen brothers also sat in their original seats.
"Anyway, what's the name of George and the one-princess?"
"Methyl..."
"Yes, Mr. Metal. I have a lot of regrets. It's full of anger. How am I supposed to apologize to someone like that?"
"..."
However, I felt like I was ready to talk. First of all, before I was pardoned, I decided to choke down what he did wrong.
"It wasn't enough for George to attack me first, so Isvandt insulted me, and Metal attacked me. And at the end, he sent me a duel and Baron Salverin. But, well, he wasn't a very strong opponent. I grabbed a branch and ripped it off. Uh-huh, I should have seen that. That's why they don't rely on magic swords and butterflies and equipment."
"Argh...!"
As he stretches out his hand like a wild hemp, Metal bites his molars and lowers his head. What is the division?
Baron Salverin was certainly the butler and deputy commander of Baron Heilen's escort. Perhaps he was familiar with this brother and taught him swordsmanship. She used her own knife. I used the same magic sword.
That's what killed him.
Of course you are.
Like I was broke.
"You've tried to kill me at least four times. With George, the one who pulled the knife at first, the one who ran the escort. And Mr. Metal, who ran for another duel. There's the last Baron Salverin. I have a feeling that I have moved on because you are a nobleman."
I grabbed the iron candlestick that was placed in the middle of the table with one hand, grabbed it, knocked it down and cast it into the shape of a ball.
- Quad chop.
- Wood chop.
- Casting.
It's not about crumpling iron.
"...!"
Having seen it, Heilen's brother's eyes widened.
"Anyway, like that Salverine bastard... the reason I'm not going to rip your branches off is because once you say you'll forgive me and call me. Now, Mr. George's hand."
"Cows, hands... horses...?"
"Give me your hand."
George shook out his hand, and I put a self-made iron ball on his hand.
"If you don't want to be a ball like that, show me your loyalty. Once, but never twice. If you cross a line, you deserve to die."
"Huh-huh-huh...!"
"Well, I mean...!"
I tried to tell him something, wondering if the blackmail was working.
"Well, I mean... what happened back then was entirely the fault of our Baron Heilen... who lied to my father and made a duel... and I will forgive you for all your insults..."
Mr. Metal, who is almost a figure of speech, stretched out his transvestite.
"I, too... disregarded the barbarian... and sexually harassed your wife... and caught in a duel... are all reflecting deeply..."
George also cried halfway and said in a shriveled position. It was a formal pardon, but in the first place, it wasn't important. And the next thing I want to give you is the most important thing.
"Uh-huh, what is it? Did you just say that because I'm a barbarian?"
"That's..."
"That's right..."
After all, it is.
The sentiment of ignoring the savages made this division.
"But I still do. Where's Yvonne Isvant?"
"Ear, as a nobleman, I could not be insulted and bent..."
"So you did the opening?"
"... that's right."
Well, only pride.
"Yeah, I know what our brothers and sisters mean. Then you must reward me. Fuck me. I was so traumatized that I couldn't sleep at night. When I sleep, I wake up crying and screaming. This is how it works."
I screamed sharply as I immediately stared into their eyes to express the pain I had suffered.
"Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
"Huh-huh-huh!!"
"Sin, sorry! Please forgive...!"
"Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
"Ahhhhh!!!!!"