Tilea’s Worries

Mr. Remilia pokes his sword at me. It's a sword that looks like it has a good blackening cut. You can call it a famous sword.

Hmm!? That famous sword, if you look closely, has blood on it.

Wow. ♪ Must be the blood when you turned the Demons into a blood festival. Now maybe my blood will be added too......

Blood draws attention to my imagination.

Shit, shit. Silent anger will come from Mr. Remilia.

This, scary, what do we do? How can we fix this?

Speaking of which, I almost got slashed by Mr. Remilia for imitating sexual harassment before. Mr. Remilia: "Next time, there's no life! ♪ Or something like that? ♪

Wow, this is the second time. Not good, not good!

Okay, well, why don't you just look into the eyes of a small animal and ask for Mr. Remilia's sympathy?

I try to tear my eyes out. Plus the ringing is added.

"Ki-yun! Ki-yun!

I don't even know what the squeal is, but I tried my best to elicit pity anyway. But Mr. Remilia never lets go of the sword pattern.

No, you can't. Mr. Remilia, you look so angry.

"Oh, you know..."

"What? You want to leave it in your will too!

Well, I don't even have an island to catch. Uh, uh, I spin my brain full.

Not that one, not this one...

Oh, yeah!

On second thought, you had a good reason to make Mr. Remilia naked! I panicked and forgot.

Yes, I was checking Mr. Remilia for scars. Well, if I told you I didn't feel evil, you'd be lying. I'm pretty sure I was worried, yeah, yeah.

"Oh, the reason you naked that Remilia, was because you were sure the wound was healing properly."

"Wounds?"

Whoa! The look of anger faded from Mr. Remilia. And you let go of my hand from the sword pattern.

"Mr. Remilia, it was a terrible injury. I applied therapeutic magic (heel), but I was worried that it was completely healed, so..."

"It's definitely healing. Despite all those hand injuries... Tyrea, you healed me?

"No, it was my sister who did the therapeutic magic"

"Right. The wound is also completely blocked. You're an excellent sister."

"Yes, I'm a proud sister"

"Uhm, that's all I've got, enough to want to scout for the security forces"

"Are you that amazing!

"Oh, perfect treatment. You can't imitate it with a co-therapist. It's not my dream to become a monk if I keep doing this."

I knew Tim was amazing! Remilia, at the highest point of the royal family, pushed her heartbeat.

"I'm sure my sister would love to hear you say that to Mr. Remilia."

"Where is that sister? And here..."

"I behave differently from my sister. I was on my way to take Mr. Remilia to the main unit."

"I see, so while you were on the move, you were wondering if your sister's treatment was complete and checking for scars."

"Yes... yes, it is! Exactly!

"Phew - just say yes first if that's the case at all! I almost killed the man who saved my life."

Shh! It was dangerous. I almost died of your stupid behavior. Looks like my death flag was avoided for now. Later, let's ask Orr if he has a death flag or not.

"By the way, Mr. Remilia, what the hell happened to you that hurt you so badly?

"The demons did it to me. I'm sorry, but I didn't have the power to be a very powerful enemy."

Oh, Mr. Remilia is sinking. I wonder how shocked this defeat was. But I don't think I can help being defeated because I dealt with all those demons.

Vampirization of the city's inhabitants. Plus I guess they were like a few hundred demons. That's what the security forces took control of. There must have been considerable fatigue. Mr. Remilia, the captain, would have been more battle-pickled than anyone else.

In fact, the number of vampires has dropped dramatically, and I think this assumption is being made. I've also defeated a few Demons and probably a few SS, but it hardly helped Mr. Remilia and the others. Mr. Remilia's fatigue should have exceeded the limit.

"Don't be too depressed, Mr. Remilia. I can't help it. I fought that many demons."

"Tilea, we cannot allow ourselves to lose to the security forces. Either way, our loss leads to the loss of the nation. Especially since being its head, I'm not allowed to have any excuse."

"So, but thanks to the struggle of Mr. Remilia and the others, the Demons withdrew. The King's capital was protected. I think you can be proud of that."

"Tyrea, thank you. Dead men will be saved with that word."

That is what Mr Remilia said in thanksgiving.

Oh, what a lovely look.

I don't know......

Yes, it's expensive. It gives me that look. Shit, I fell back in love.

I stare at Mr. Remilia inadvertently... not if I'm confused. It's Ol, I need to hear about Ol!

"Um, so the demon tribe that attacked Mr. Remilia..."

"Terrible enemy. All my men were killed and on the defensive side."

"How dare you hunt Mr. Remilia down so far? They were enough."

"Oh, he was a formidable enemy I'd never met before"

I'm scared. I knew the Demons were scared. I can't believe I let Remilia, an S-class adventurer and descendant of a brave man, say so far...

I feel relieved if I can't cheat on my knowledge.

"You were knocked down by that demon clan, weren't you?

"Oh, he unconsciously returned my righteousness and became a prisoner... hmm? Speaking of which, Tyrea, when you treated me, weren't there any demons nearby?

"No, I wasn't there"

"Right. Then why did they leave me alone? I can't untie it. Keeping me tied up with a rope..."

"Oh, um - could Mr. Remilia have been conscious when he was defeated?

"My consciousness was hazy because of the heavy damage, but I remember"

Me! Well, then, Mr. Remilia, I'm sure I remember Ol's face. This is the worst development. Oh, the ol' guy, what the hell he did to me!

Also, Mr. Remilia seems to wonder why he was tied up with rope and left alone, but I can see that. Here's the truth to listen to Mr. Remilia.

First, Mr. Remilia and the security forces engaged the strongest demons. But the struggle is empty. Except for Mr. Remilia, who died. Mr. Remilia also suffers major injuries and falls. The strongest demons who saw Mr. Lemiria who fell thought he had killed Mr. Lemiria and left as he was. But Mr. Remilia was seriously wounded, but his consciousness was barely present.

Here comes Ol (assholes).

"Heh heh, we, the crying children, are also silent evil gods army, heh heh! This pile of psycho!

'It's true, Captain Orr. I can't believe we can get rid of the Demons... could we be amazing? Amazing?'

"Stupid bastard! It would be so decided. We can do anything! We're the Evil Gods, we should be forgiven for anything. Come on!

I guess it was high tension like this. Maybe he must have been high through fear in this panic. He was also trying to attack Jessica, and I guess his human survival instincts were pounding out.

If you discovered that famous Remilia in such a situation...

'Whoa, whoa, isn't that Remilia who's falling over there?

'Oh, no doubt about it. It's that Remilia. As brave as... uh... yes. What do we do? What do we do? Do you want to do it?

"Stupid bastard! First of all, you've got to tie me up!

'That's Captain Orr, is it suddenly a tight play! I'll be paralyzed there, admire Lu!

I guess this is the place. I can easily imagine how they behaved. I guess he was making a foolish scene about being able to capture that famous Mr. Remilia. I did not say that a third party came and roped to listen to Mr. Remilia. I'm sure he didn't notice the intervention of the Ors and third parties because of his confusion of consciousness and mistakenly assumed that he was roped by the Demons as it were.

This isn't good, is it?

Maybe I remember Ole's face, Mr. Remilia. Once again, when I see the Ors, I'm sure they're the roped killers. What's more, Orr's behavior is likely to be mistaken for his fellow Demons.

Awww, these are the Ols, you'll never let Mr. Remilia see you.

"And for now, it's safe and above all. We'll see about that later."

"But I still can't figure it out. I didn't know they'd just let them go without killing..."

"Maybe they left because they thought they killed Mr. Remilia."

"No, they roped me. You must know I'm alive."

Ha, that's right, because it's the third party that roped it. It's the ol' (assholes). But I can't tell, I can't tell.

"As, well, isn't that nice! Thanks for saving me. They had a reason, too."

"Right. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let's investigate."

"Yes, I think that's a good idea"

Phew, did you help me for a second? Ol' (assholes) wiping their butts reduced their lifespan.

And I'll thank you and your sisters later.

"I couldn't thank you enough... until I did what I deserved."

"No, I'm a benefactor of my life. Let me thank you."

"Well, please thank my sister Tim later. I'll be delighted."

"Oh, I will. And when we meet, let's ask for hope."

"Thank you"

"Later, Tyrea, I want to thank you too."

"Heh!? To me too!

Oh, I'm thrilled with the suggestion.

"Oh, there's also an apology for behaving disrespectfully towards you for worrying about me earlier. Besides, information cooperation so far has been very helpful."

"Oh, really? But all of a sudden they say..."

"Don't be shy. What do you want me to do? Say it!

What are we gonna do?

Again, would you marry me? But is it a little too sudden? Even there is a gender wall as well as a race. Better be cautious there. So, why don't you stay with me for the night?

This is not good either. Mr. Remilia, I'm sure you'd be angry if prenup negotiations were imminent because you look like Jeong-sook.

Uh-huh, no. My head goes around. I don't know what to say. The more I think about it, the more I seem to be in the maze.

Do we compete here on a straight ball anymore!

"Mr. Remilia, can I thank you for anything?

"Yeah, we'll take that into account as long as it's common sense."

All right. I'll exhale and breathe.

And......

"I like it, Mr. Remilia. Stay with me!

I tried to confess.

Mr. Remilia is eye-pointing. What an unexpected word. But you understand the meaning of the word, make your face bright red.

"Hey, hey, what do you say! Oh, is that a proposal? Are you kidding me?"

"I'm not kidding. I mean it!"

I stare seriously at Mr. Remilia. Did Mr. Remilia gradually regain his calm, too, he tells in a calm voice.

"Tyrea, I'm an elf and I'm a woman."

"Of course, I know. Is there a problem?

"Oh, I think that's enough of a problem..."

"As long as you have love, you can get through it"

"And I can't do that anyway"

falls back on his shoulder.

Phew, I was shaken. It was a serious confession......

"Oh, I'm serious... Remilia discriminates on the basis of sex or race."

"Tyrea, leave the gender nagging aside, I will not admit to bringing those weaker than me with me. If you want me, you need to beat me."

"Oh, no..."

What a time-honoured decision...

And Mr. Remilia, stop gripping the sword pattern again!

"What's the matter, Tyrea, if you're up to it, you don't mind fighting for it?

"Hey... wait. Remilia, I'm impotent on amateur opponents for whatever they want."

"Huh, then give it up!

You look like Mr. Remilia has won. It's like you're telling me not to dictate to me with that degree of thought.

Damn! That's a little on my mind.

"I'm not convinced of anything. That's the logic. If you're strong enough, you can suck at it."

"Whoever is at the top of the martial arts does not have such a heart. A healthy body has a healthy soul."

"No, no, that's crazy. Then you said you lost earlier. If the Demons proposed to you, would you accept?

"Mm-hmm! Tyrea doesn't have her mouth around. I don't like that kind of guy very much."

"Ugh, then I'll show you the seriousness, not the mouth. It's just not a fight."

"Showing with what, not with a martial arts?

"It's cooking"

"Ha!? Cuisine! Just cook."

"It's not just cooking! Cooking is something I'm serious about. No matter how much, Mr. Remilia, I won't allow you to fool around with the food!

I'm stuck with Mr. Remilia. Cooking is an important asset my parents taught me. Insulting it leads to insulting your father and mother. I can't pull all this off. You can't pull no matter how much you're threatened with a sword again. Because cooking is my identity.

"I'm sorry."

Mr. Remilia bows his head deeply.

"What!?"

"I made a fool of you for what you meant. Sorry. I sincerely apologize."

"Oh, no, no..."

upset by Mr. Remilia's sincere eyes.

"I'd be hurt if they fooled me with my own martial arts, too. A martial arts for you is cooking."

"Yes, the cooking was taught by my respected parents. That's why I'm so proud of cooking."

"Well... I don't hate the proud"

Oh, that? Something fooled me into cooking and getting hot, but it sounds like Mr. Remilia trusted me to do that.

"Oh, what do you mean by that...?

"Tyrea, I can't go out with you"

"Yes, sir"

"But I can be friends with you"

Huh!? Huh!? Huh!? Oh my God!

Mr. Remilia's soldering smile. You can assume it was directed solely at me, right?

Heh, here he comes. Ahh! Here they come! This! I flagged it! Yeah, yeah, first of all, a friend of mine is Theory.

"Yes, I want to be friends with Mr. Remilia too"

I put my hand on Mr. Remilia and shake hands firmly. Mr. Remilia also smiles and grips back at me. Mr. Remilia seems happy to have made new friends, too. I'm really happy, too.

Ugh, yeah, friendship can sometimes turn into love.

"Oh, and. Tyrea is going to live in the king's capital."

"Yes, I intend to"

"So can we continue to ask for information?

"Fine. I'm going to open a restaurant in Wang Du. I'll let you know if I find anything."

"Helpful. Then let me know if you hear the name Ortizio"

"... is, yes?

"It's Ortizio. The guys who attacked me were calling. I asked for it."

Ababa! That ol' asshole, he knows his name.

What do you want me to do?

I mean, what if they were my people, Mr. Remilia?

Ugh, yeah, friendship can sometimes turn into hate.