Tilea’s Worries

Yeah, yeah. ♪ The weather is beautiful today ♪

Your sunshine irritates your skin comfortably. At times like this, we need to find ingredients. We're going to look for novel ingredients in the market for culinary research. Recently, I may be selling some interesting warcraft meat or something because adventurers are gathering in the King's Capital again. Expectations rise.

I got military funding from Orr and I had to go out! Platinum in the wipes and head to the market.

Hehe, with all this, I can buy the ingredients as one and get a change. Why don't you buy food ingredients as well as cooking equipment anyway? You wanted another dimensional torso pan.

Oh, yeah! Then I'll buy some spices. Yeah, yeah, I needed some spice for the dish I'm creating right now.

And...

- Say goodbye! I was about to buy impulse again as usual. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Yes, it is. I've stuck around shopping too much these past few months because Ol lends me money so generously. And Ol. Come on, if you lend me money, I'll give you platinum, so it's insane. Platinum is a common man's annual income.

Ha, I kept doing this, so I got a deficit. I'm not going to overuse it today. Aim for a new market for determination.

And I discovered Mr. Millet in the aisle in front of me trying to plug him into the market. Mr. Millet is an airy aunt who runs a garment store on West Street. For the first time, Mr. Millet saw me living in the capital and took care of me. That is not to mention face-to-face meetings with local residents or introductions to stores in holes. However, Mr. Millet likes big stories. There were a lot of weird rumors swinging around, though.

Well, the thing about catching rumor-loving and gossiping information is it's close to the Obatalians of previous life. But basically, she's a caring, sweet aunt.

In the meantime, let's say hi.

"Hello, Mr. Millet!

"Oh, Tyrea."

Mr. Millet noticed me and looked back.

Mmm!? Something's wrong with Mr. Millet's expression. It's weird that you're always smiling at me.

"Is something wrong with that?

"Tilea. Sammy, you know that, right?

"Yes, he was definitely the kid who worked at the East Street store, wasn't he?

"Yes, that child. She killed herself this morning."

"Yep! Really?!

Sammy......

I never talked much about it. I guess I talked a word or two when I went shopping for everyday products. I remember she was a smiling cutie. I did hear rumors in the wind that I was going to marry a childhood tame...

"Poor thing. Looks like a bad nobleman took care of you."

"Terrible, terrible!

"That's really too harsh! He also killed his fiancée in front of Sally."

What!? Extremely evil outrageous nobleman, still, no way!?

"Um, so what's the name of that villain?

When I asked, Mr. Millet glanced around and put his face closer to my ear.

"Okay, be very careful when you talk."

"Yes, sir"

Rumor-loving Mr. Millet is the one who spreads his surroundings so far. I have a bad feeling. The alarm is ringing in my head.

"His name is Sam Gordon. A duke who was deported from the country decades ago after repeated atrocities."

"Become, evil ghost!?"

"You know Tyrea, too. Yes, also known as" The Devil, "the man who made every woman a pain in the ass and terrorized the common man."

Mr. Millet asks me about the fact of the shock.

I got a bad feeling...

The Evil Thing Sam Gordon is a great nobleman and a magical leader. The Sam family had a luxurious life from previous generations, and the house was about to lean. But once Gordon took office, he rose rapidly.

However, that arm is extremely evil and outrageous. With that identity and a sweet mask, he put a woman on his weapon and made her contribute his assets. If you look at a woman, you will deceive her, and the man will kill and rob her relentlessly.

For the first time in so many atrocities, the king, Alkudas III, closed the Sam family and expelled our Lord Gordon from the country. The prestigious Sam family is not guilty of rare things in the Duke's household for generations. But the king broke the precedent and shut the Marquis. Gordon was so angry with the people.

All the sauces are for sale from my mother, though.

"Mr. Millet, why did such an evil man come back to King's Capital again?

"I don't know that. For some reason, it seems the royal family has allowed him to return home. The king must have hated the Duke of Gordon."

Why did you solve prudence?

Wang Du is now in the middle of recovery. Didn't you have time to deal with the extremely evil nobles who kicked you out of the country? Even some of the country's hubs are going to be EDIM LOVE and overlook dealing with criminals.

No, no, don't you have that? The Wang capital has Mr. Remilia. There's no way that Mr. Remilia would admit to behaving like that to an extremely bad person.

"Oh, stop that Gordon..."

"Shit! Just rumor it. The Duke is coming."

Mr. Millet changes his blood phase and stops talking about me, pointing to the other side. Looking in the direction Mr. Millet noted, a large group of people walking around with him arrived. Looks like Gordon is the guy in the middle of that group who looks like Ella the most.

He's got a mustache and he's done it, but he's got a nice face...?

I may have been hot when I was younger, but I'm old enough now. Also, is the exile from the country causing more stress, or is it an unrelenting body? It's just that the eyes of Len and Shine seem to remind me of the Raptors. Always looking for prey and being giddy. Those surrounding them also look inferior to what they call their friends. I tease passers-by every time I walk. Maybe even women are looking.

"Mr. Millet, you're a nasty bunch, no doubt rumors."

"That's right. I walked like this yesterday and took Sammy..."

"Damn, you're not blinded because you find out who the devil is."

"Yeah, I'm not going to fix it anymore. You can do whatever you want."

"It's unpleasant to watch. I'm calling the guards."

"Tilea, when you stop. It's no use calling me. The guards have the Duke's surroundings."

"Oh, really?

"Yes, if you call me badly, Tyrea, you'll be able to keep an eye on the Duke."

Ugh, I don't like that. Don't you dare come near me? Let's stay hidden in the shadows and do it. It's just that I can't help but notice that Gordon and the others are unattended.

Are you sure someone won't stop you?

Is Mr. Remilia...?

The people of the security forces...?

I'm not sure what's going on. In the meantime, let's just say this is the occasion for Gordons and the others to wait for the line to pass.

When I was frightened, a middle-aged man jumped out of the street.

"Gordon, you're not the only one who can forgive me!

Sudden anger. A middle-aged man with a sword confronts the Gordons. The middle-aged man stared at Gordon with his sword in his eyes.

"Shiro! It's in front of Master Gordon, you rude bastard!

Gordon's surroundings make a scene in the middle-aged man's intrusion, pulling out his sword simultaneously. Ten to one against a middle-aged man. It surrounds the middle-aged man and is about to fail to attack at the same time.

"Well, wait. Let's talk about it. So, what can I forgive?

Gordon suppresses his men as they nibble. I guess you know you're in a favorable situation. Looks like I'm enjoying this situation.

"It's about my wife, Lynn, that you put your hands on!

"Come on, Lynn."

"What's wrong!

"Lynn, Lynn, come on who it was..."

"I'm not saying you forgot!

"Do you remember the number of shynes you've ever done?

"You ha-ha-ha!

The middle-aged man rises sharply and is attacked by the Gordons. A middle-aged man sticks out a knife with temper. The surroundings that fall one after the other. The temper was eye-catching, and the surroundings were tense. Make that gap, and a middle-aged man fleshes to Gordon. Gordon slashed me from the front eye.

But... the sword doesn't reach Gordon. The sword was suddenly played by one man who appeared before Gordon.

"I'll deal with you mainly"

See the man who showed up saying so. He's a butler old man. Except he's not just an old man. The flesh was looking like steel.

He's probably Gordon's right-hand man, Niga Key, his mother said. Nigga's background is riddled with mystery. The only thing I can say is that beside Gordon, there's always a nigga on there to protect his neighborhood.

Nigga...... it does seem to have a bottomless strength.

Nestled in its appearance, it makes the room for the strong feel. The middle-aged man also seems to feel the strength of the nigga and retreats jizzily.

"Nigga, back off"

"Ha."

"Rejoice. I salute your savage courage and I will deal with you myself"

Gordon ordered Niga to step back and put his sword on himself. However, he has a sword with one hand despite a two-handed sword. Normally, a two-handed sword cannot be held with one hand. It is a structure that cannot be done without so much difference in power between the two.

"And, hey, you're licking me!

"What's up? Don't hesitate, Shiro. I was born with a right hand. It's just the right hand for you. Come on, call me."

"Don't lick it! I don't want a handful of scraps like yours. I'll do it with one hand, too!

The middle-aged man also holds a two-handed sword with one hand and heads towards Gordon.

"Oh, don't be fooled! He's lying!

Unexpectedly absurd his voice, but my suppression was vain. Gordon immediately used his right hand and pierced the middle-aged man's chest with a knife to return.

"Guh! Ha, ha, hey, right... my hand"

"Oh, my God! I was there. My right hand started to move. I have to thank you. Ha ha!

Yes, this guy worked a scam in the guise of paralysis on his right hand when he was younger. Sometimes when buying a woman's sympathy. He used this method a lot when he cheated people in battle again. My mother told me, he's a really despicable guy. Of course he continued to trick people into pretending to be not his right hand but his left hand, both legs and various handouts.

"That's Mr. Gordon."

"Goddamn it, get caught in the old hand. You still had this idiot."

Gordon and his surroundings are laughing at Guerraggera. too despicable. When I'm trembling in anger,

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Someone called me a liar earlier."

Gordon stares at the guillotine.

Ma, not good. They found me intending to hide.