Wang Du, Lion Cool Mansion.
"Mr. Poncero, we've got the Brotherhood."
"Well, let me get you and your wife. Stand by until we leave."
"Okay," a Brotherhood member who comes to report bows down to Poncero.
Poncero grinned bitterly at his attitude as if serving his boss.
During the commotion in which the protégé Barrian beat Baron Menge in the royal palace, Poncello, who supported the counts' seniors defending the mansion and led the Brotherhood to defend the mansion, seemed to be recognized at some point as the compiler of the Brotherhood.
It just didn't develop into a full-scale clash in the absence of the parties (the variants), but there were many small skirmishes and quarrels.
Poncello, who was the head of the guard in the fortress city of Portu, is familiar with the "border line" where the guards and vigilantes make security deployments.
Every time something happens, Poncero sweats and dominates the scene.
In the mansion, the lady who had already done her duty was waiting with the baby.
I may have kept you waiting a little.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, ma'am, but the carriage is ready for you."
Poncero called out to his lady, called Belle, respectfully. She is a nobleman, and she can't be rude to the woman who gave birth to her master Barian's son.
"Ma'am, I apologize for the inconvenience, but please take this carriage."
What Poncero showed you was not the luxurious carriage you would ride, but the front of the carriage you were sorry for.
Despite the luxurious carriage.
"There may be enemy raids on this journey."
If you are attacked by Menge's army, there is nothing you can do about it in a small group of brothers.
In that case, Poncero carefully overlaps his explanation to Bell that he is leaving the luxurious carriage.
His attitude was sincere and Bell seemed convinced enough.
"Thank you, Poncero. But I am a concubine. Don't call me Mistress in the future."
The lady flaunted Poncello without changing her complexion.
In the meantime, Poncero replied, "I'm sorry for your loss," but I can't even call her my nickname, Belle, but I'm on my way.
This beautiful lady deposits the baby her neck just sat on with a slave who takes care of her around her, and gets into the carriage with a grand gesture. The figure is yours.
She has the guts not to move when she hears it's war, and the depth of thought not to pinch her mouth in his operation.
From Poncero's point of view, I think that Belle, who is more stately and has a first-born son than Smina, the wife of the main barian, deserves a full wife.
But this honest strong side will never speak of it.
"Mr. Anselm, I'm leaving."
"Aye, this one's ready."
Speak up to Anselm, the blacksmith and his fellow craftsmen, who have been recruited by the main barian himself, to make sure that there are no problems.
Brotherhood and craftsmen, plus slaves taking care of Bell.
Poncero is a new member of the Brotherhood. That's not all I can believe is that I'm going to rule.
It was originally the task of the Count's chief minister.
... Everyone and your wife believe that I will not live up to my expectations.
Feeling the trust from the Brotherhood and Bell, Poncello had a strange thought.
Having been raw as the second son of a horse official, he has a past where he became a guard just because he has strong arms.
Guards and I get paid differently than vigilantes, but it's also not a very respected job with a thin salary.
I also got married, but I asked the clergyman immediately to enter into a divorce, not least because of the hardships of life. Even the debt at that time is more than half stepped down.
It was nothing.
I was hired by the city as a boring guard, half rotten. My lord Varian shattered those crappy days and gave me new joy.
Its existence is close to faith for Poncero.
No, it's not just Poncero.
Everyone in the Brotherhood is excellent in martial arts and admires the variants who treat their men indefinitely and distribute loot generously.
Victory honor and wealth - they are the ones that give everyone what they want.
Defend the beloved master's wife and head to Lioncool. Poncello stiffened himself to the gravity of the task and trembled.
Everything is safe and normal, and one thing is unacceptable.
"All right, move on!
The line proceeds with the decree of Poncero.
It's the end of the east, Lioncool.