Chapter 11 - Bowing and Scraping
During my ti with Fabian’s expedition corps, I had rarely received acknowledgent for my efforts, even when the results were positive because of . I had joined the corps at a ti when they were still incomplete and well in the midst of leveling up. Since everyone was going through a period of growth, they had mistakenly believed that whatever good achievents they obtained was due to their own efforts… when in fact it had been my support that had made it far easier for them. At the ti, I had accepted things as they were, still under the illusion that all I needed was Fabian’s appreciation. I would be through with the others once the second playthrough began…
Who would’ve thought he’d toss aside like this? This was why people shouldn’t be trusted too much.
Normally, I wouldn’t have trusted Fabian so much. Because I had played the ga from his perspective, I had thought I knew him well. Looking back now, I couldn’t help but sigh at my stupidity. This ti, however, would be better. I wouldn’t consider this a ga anymore and would avoid hastily judging with the things I knew.
I planned to make Mayer Knox and the Dark Knights the strongest of them all because of the hurt I felt, just so Fabian would be unable to catch up in the end. I wanted to wait and see how well he did without this ti around.
Every year, a performance report eting would take place in the imperial palace and all the expedition corps would gather. Since the eting for this year had just ended, there was one year to go.
The re thought of Fabian’s face twisting into a grimace when we t a year from now was enough to make my lips twitch upwards. I was being spiteful, yes, but so what? I wasn’t a Champion or anything so there was nothing wrong with feeling a trifling bit of triumph. Considering the betrayal I had suffered, to end it at that was already polite enough of .
Even if the ti ca that Fabian clung to , I wouldn’t have the slightest inclination of going back. As if he wouldn’t abandon twice over. Besides, a woman had to have loyalty. My thoughts might have been different had I told Mayer that I didn’t feel right going with him, but since I chose to join his corps, doing the moral thing was the way to go.
The mont I admitted to myself that I belonged to the Dark Knights, not the Champion’s corps anymore, a party mber window appeared for . My eyes filled with determination as I checked the list of all Dark Knights, which only I could see.
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Axion took for a tour around the camp, giving a simple explanation about the Dark Knights. Then, looking like he had just realized sothing, he asked, “Now that I think of it, your parents must be worried to tears about you. Since you joined us, you’ll have to live in Nochtentoria, so how about taking a trip back ho?”
“Ah… My parents…” I trailed off, tone aversive. I couldn’t stop myself from grimacing—it was awful just thinking about Jun’s parents. Perhaps my feelings toward them could be explained by them being the first evil I had encountered upon waking in this world.
At that mont, there was a loud noise from far away; it was a crowd of villagers that had belatedly received news of the dungeon being closed.
“The dungeon really is closed…!”
“We’ve finally saved!” Soone cheered.
“To think they’d manage to close it so quickly… As expected of the strongest corps, the Dark Knights!”
The villagers began to sing praises to the Dark Knights. I felt like they had so other motive and I wondered… Was I twisted inside for thinking that their lauding didn’t seem derived from pure gratitude?
Monts later, the village chief showed up, pushing through the crowd. He bowed his crooked back to Mayer and said, “Thank you for saving our village! Although it’s not much, we have prepared a festival to express our gratitude so I hope you will partake in it with us.”
The way the old man bent low, his face almost reaching the ground, stirred sympathy… However, I knew the kind of person he was on the inside so he only seed detestable to .
“Jun. As the only mage in the village, you have a duty to fulfill. I want you to hold on in there so the gate doesn’t open until the expedition corps arrives,” he had said back when the dungeon opened. This man had talked about duty and whatnot when he had always looked down on for being a useless support mage. And so, the villagers had insisted that I go inside the dungeon—ultimately forcing inside—despite knowing there was nothing I could do in there.
Putting aside my disgust, the village chief was being so pitifully cautious around the captain that he almost seed… slavish. Though of course, the latter didn’t care about that and curtly rejected the village chief’s offer. “I have no ti for a feast; we will depart imdiately.”
The village chief didn’t give up. “But still, if you could take our sincerity into consideration…!” Exclaiming so, he prostrated himself before Mayer. For him to be putting in so much effort to have the Dark Knights join their festival, there had to be sothing he was after—and sure enough, all the young folks with passable looks that lived in the countryside village were gathering around.
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