Intermission: Erhart 2
Erhart Baumann was a nice guy worthy of his tank top.
He had received a splendid title of ‘Free Knight’ from the empire, and he was an adventurer with trus Skill.
Today once more, he found himself musing over how wonderful his cross-backed tank top felt as it squeezed down over his superbly trained body.
He had dropped by the imperial capital under the call of Lyle- who’d beco an emperor not too long ago- and thinking today was the right day to make his way ho, he awaited the departure of his coupled carriage.
He had bought a ticket, boarded a carriage set for Beim, and taken his seat.
“When I get back, I really have to do sothing about my party.”
Female adventurers approaching the latter half of their marriageable years.
But all their sights were set on Erhart, and an intense feud between them was carrying out within the party.
At this rate, the party might break apart.
“No, why not just break it up and be free...”
Would it really matter if he just ran away like that? Rejecting such an appealing proposal within him, the man was undergoing quite a psychological conflict when he heard the voice.
“L-let go of !”
“You’re coming with us!”
A woman in a hood was surrounded by three n a little ways away from the coupled carriage. As he lent them an eye, they disappeared into the crowds.
Erhart violently scratched his hair.
“Dammit! I shouldn’t have looked over.”
But since he’d seen it, he had no choice but to help, thought he as he stood and hopped down from the carriage. But only after telling the coachman to depart without him if he didn’t make it back in ti.
It was a narrow gap between buildings.
Dimly lit, the trash bins left around caused a rotten stench to linger in the air.
“... I’m not going back. If I go back now, I’ll be...!”
The woman showed her rejection before the three n.
“We’ll be troubled if you keep selfish like that.”
“Do you plan to seek salvation from his imperial highness?”
“Even if you make a plea, I doubt the emperor will move.”
The n seed relatively lax. And they seed sowhat tired of the woman.
Hanging her head, the woman bit her lower lip...
The one who appeared to her was Erhart, his large sword over one shoulder.
“Oy, wait right there. Don’t you feel embarrassed, three of you ganging up on one woman?”
In regards to Erhart’s provocations, the three n seed sowhat panicked. But once Erhart had entered that narrow space, one replied.
“This is our problem. We’d appreciate you stayed uninvolved.”
On the presud leader’s words, Erhart narrowed his eyes.
“Don’t like the look of this at all. That’s enough reason for to involve myself. Or do you have your reasons?”
The n were lost for words, and it was clear there was sothing dark lingering behind them.
“In that case...”
Erhart approached, and while the three n had weapons at their hips, they ca at him with their bare hands.
Their movents were trained, the movents of those accustod to battle.
“If it’s three on one...!”
As the three n ca at him in that narrow alley, Erhart intercepted with his hands as well.
They were strong, but it’s not as if the Free Knight title was sothing Lyle had simply handed out on a whim.
Erhart was strong, and had earned it from his growth as an adventurer... and as a person.
While it definitely was interesting, and there was so level of harassnt alongside Lyle’s personal feelings involved... anyways, Erhart was strong.
“Glad you could make it simple for .”
Striking them down, and laying them to rest on the dirty ground, Erhart let out a light breath.
“I’m sure the coupled carriage’s already left.”
There, the woman leapt into Erhart’s chest.
“Eh? U-um... little lady, just because soone saved you, that doesn’t an you should trust a man so easily...”
He grabbed the shoulders of the woman who had ca at him, and as he tried to push her away, her hood slipped off.
Her violet hair swayed, letting off a hint of perfu.
Clouded eyes, and soft looking lips... were there before him.
“For Erhart-sama to be the one to co to my rescue.”
The flushed face of Annerinne.
An inn of the imperial capital.
Erhart was holding his head.
The reason being, on top of the royal princess Annerinne coming to the capital, that very princess was the target of so group or another.
It was nothing but trouble.
“... You want to return to Lorphys at once?”
What’s more, he couldn’t rely on his dastardly acquaintance Lyle.
Since Annerinne was troubled, of course Erhart had proposed he talk to Lyle himself.
However...
“Yes. And if those sorts are moving their hands around the imperial capital, I cannot seek aid from his majesty.”
Before Annerinne’s downcast eyes, Erhart scratched his hair.
(Is it sothing political? Co to think of it, it’s not like the emperor can do anything, or so Lyle told . aning she has so circumstance where even Lyle can’t help out?)
She had co to the capital in search of help, but she had already t an attack.
“I was careless. If only I’d kept a better watch...”
Seeing her vexed face, Erhart folded his arms, and looked up at the ceiling in thought. But when he recalled the fact that he was an idiot, he could only let out a deep sigh.
“Erhart-sama?”
To Annerinne’s worried glance, Erhart directed a smile.
“Don’t mind it. I was just about to return myself. I’ll safely deliver you to Lorphys.”
Locking her hands in front of her chest, Annerinne looked like she would curst into tears at any mont as she voiced her thanks again and again.
(I hope her pursuers don’t co after us. Though I doubt that’s happening.)
Could he protect her alone?
Erhart hardened his resolve, and decided to make for Lorphys alongside Annerinne.
Right around that ti.
In the palace, Lyle held an audience with the three n.
Leader of the guards Baldoir seed irritated as he looked at the three conspicuously injured n. For normally, they wouldn’t be the sort allowed to hold a eting with Lyle.
“Y-your imperial highness...”
Before the representative of the three worried n, Lyle stood from his seat.
“I don’t need a preface. I’ll play fool to the fact you raised a ruckus in my city. But is that really the truth?”
The n nodded frantically with their bruised faces.
Lyle put a hand to his chin.
“I knew it would be a pain, but to think Erhart would...”
Baldoir offered advice to Lyle.
“Your majesty, this matter isn’t one we should involve ourselves in. This is Lorphys’ problem, and...”
Lyle held up a hand to stop him, and he sent a glance to the maid keeping herself to the background of the room.
Monica silently gave a curtsey and left the room.
“Baldoir, do you know what I want to say?”
In contrast to Baldoir’s blatant displeasure, Lyle made a thin smile. Baldoir clenched his hand and closed his hand.
“I’d be troubled if I gain any more political fetters. But if it’s soone of Erhart’s caliber...”
Free Knight Erhart... recalling the face of his dear friend, Lyle gave a warm smile.
And once his expression turned serious, Lyle turned to look at the three n attempting to shrink their bodies.
“You raised so noise in the capital. So I’ll be putting you three to work.”
The three n desperately lowered their heads to Lyle.
“Now then, it’s been quite a while since things got fun around here.”
Erhart was moving, and Lyle was moving as well.
Those movents with Lorphys at the center would one day bring an influence to the entire continent.
Monica *pant* (*´Д`) *pant*: “My chicken dickwad is too dreamy! That aside, Sevens Volu 4 will be on sale February 27th! They’re already taking reservations!”
Monica (*ノ∀ノ): “This ti holds so heartwarming developnts with the harem, and with this and that, there are so depictions that will sweeten the insides of your mouths! I hope you enjoy the differing published version of Sevens as well.”
Monica (´∀｀*)ノシ: “And that is all. I shall now put the shaless plug back in.”
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