That was the only word I could say to two women, still less than 20 years old, who were half frenzied and transported to a soldier responsible for crying out.
"Good luck, sorry, but get out of the room now"
I knew better myself that there was a voice crawling through the ground. The soldier rushes out of the room to escape, where the salute is also there.
I did not give detailed instructions on how to treat the women I protected, but I would not have said that I did. What do you do with a woman caught with all the inferior men of the bandits and in a state where you can see at a glance that she was scattered, without question, by a man of similar stature? It would just accelerate your fear.
Evaluate yourself a few minutes ago that it was good to gather the young women of the village ahead of time. I entrusted the two women with a bucket of water and a clean cloth.
"Wipe your body for me. Let's eat when we're done. It's qualitative, but we've got everyone ready."
"Yes, lord"
One vigilant village daughter replies with her gaze on me. The other women nodded in horror.
It was around noon that the bandits were found resting in a hut a long way north of the village of Neza. Summer sunshine is long, but now it's already dinner time.
The famous lady is preparing a meal for me. Two minutes before I was contacted that I had discovered the bandits, I rushed from there to bring vegetables to make soup from the Golden Hill Hall, as well as bread and fruit. It was Latka and three soldiers who took turns with Claudia to make Latka go back and forth between the Golden Hill Hall and the village of Neza, and Latka is not hiding her dissatisfaction with the boulder. Enough to know even with a hood on.
"... don't swell like that. Look, I'll reward you."
That said, I'll give you about three fruits, called loquats, to that obstinate child.
Low-quat is probably a fruit close to When it comes to fruits, only berries are available, but other fruits are luxurious. Of course, it wasn't bought, it was sent to me like you were old by a nobleman I knew here in a recent society.
"Are you sure?"
"I don't mind, I told you it was a reward. Besides, I ate it in the king's capital. I would have done that."
Latka has been around for several dinner parties and gardening parties as my attendant apprentice, but the attendant can't get his hands on a meal, even if he can get some water, tea or other drinks. I know that you always nail your gaze to the sweetness this child would have seen for the first time.
That's how they finally fixed their mood. Instructing Latka to prepare a meal, she glanced back at the two women who were still crying.
The two women have both been protected in a terribly painful way.
I could have predicted from the fact that the leader had discovered hair, but both women had their hair chopped up all the time. Blue moles were scattered throughout its body so much that it could be seen at a glance that it was wielded with violence. There are even cuts and tooth shapes on the hands and feet. The clothes that were wrapped around him were worn out, his chest torn and his skirt part torn apart.
When the body is wiped clean by the women of the village, the pain rises.
I stink that the wounded body is good that the clothes of the Cardian people belong to the loose Dalmatica. If you were dressed to wear a corset like on the interior or a cloth on your hands and feet and tighten it with strings, it would have been a pain just to wrap your clothes around. Because the women of the village were in front of their lords, they kept trying to wrap their belts around the two of them, and gave them the dishes that had been carried.
"Eat. When you eat, your body warms up."
Cleaning her body and eating until she was satisfied, the two women, who were finally harmed by the situation surrounded by all the women she knew, seemed calm. Anxiously shaking eyes can now be directed only at me and Latka, that is, strangers to them, not around them, and their body tremors have subsided.
I just felt a little depressed about what I was about to do. We have to ask them what the bandits took them for. Even though I know it's an imitation that will dig up their fear of finally regaining their composure, I have a duty to do so.
"... would you be relieved?"
Even though there was nothing the two women could do, it was simply an act to get them used to my presence that kept them in the same room the whole time. I also felt a little self-loathed about it. While I feel it, I take out a bunch of notes and charcoal.
The two women nod nervously too. All of the women, including the two of them, have the look that the story has finally begun. Only the mothers, right next to the woman, have turned a slightly reprehensible gaze at me. Ignore it and cut out the story.
"I'd like to hear what all the people who worked the assault on you are doing, what they were saying, and all the things I remember."
Do you mind? I didn't ask. Because it's information that we need to listen to now at all costs.
Staring ahead, the two women turned bright blue as they looked around. You're probably digging up that hellish memory by biting off the look on your face that's about to cry now.
At that moment, the charcoal in my hand collapsed.
He was squeezing it at some point. I told myself several times to stay calm as I wrapped the new charcoal around the cloth.