Kieran of the past liked Neria.
Anyone who was by Kieran’s side would know, unless they were an idiot. Because he would change his judgnt at every single word from Neria.
In fact, one could even say that he took Neria as the actual leader of the party.
So how about the Kieran at the banquet?
Aside from ignoring Neria’s earnest plea, didn’t he completely treated her like a stranger?
But the sa person, when he heard Frillite’s voice, stopped at once.
Neria, who was screaming desperately next to him, was ignored while he warmly greeted Frillite.
After which, he was led away by her. Unlike Neria, when he was led by Frillite, he did not resist at all.
This ant that Neria was no longer the top priority in Kieran’s mind.
’I don’t know what happened between the two of them...’
It was certain that Frillite would take the forr place of Neria.
And there’s no way that Neria didn’t notice that, she knew it even better than Ophelia. She was just ignoring it.
Ignoring the cruel reality.
"...okay. Let’s go, Neria."
Ophelia decided to follow Neria, even if she suffered retaliation from Gis later.
To comfort her by her side when she was desperate, when she had to face the reality.
...to make her avoid making extre choices.
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Kieran didn’t stay in the Imperial Palace.
So, it took quite a while to find him. Because the only lead they had was to depend on the poor mory of so drunkards.
Still, they were finally able to find him.
He was staying at a shabby inn, far away from the Imperial Palace.
It was totally inconceivable that he chose to stay in a place like this instead of the Imperial Palace, but that wasn’t the point.
The important thing was that they found Kieran.
Neria’s nervous heart was pounding.
What should I say? Should I apologize first? What if Kieran resents ? Etc.
Several thoughts galloped in her mind.
’...it’s not the mont to waste ti.’
After taking a few deep breaths and appeasing her mind, Neria knocked on the door of Kieran’s room.
– Knock, knock
Rattle.
The door opened as soon as the knock sounded.
Kieran rubbed his eyes as if he had just woken up from sleep.
Neria was startled by the sudden opening of the door, but she tried to calm her startled emotions and spoke to him.
"Ah, hello, Kieran..."
She said in a tone that felt like a snail’s crawling. Kieran tilted his head.
"Neria... Ophelia? What are you guys doing here at this hour?"
A calm tone without any extra emotion.
Ophelia realized that she was right. Just when she wanted to figure out how to later comfort Neria.
"I knew, you would."
Neria and Ophelia hardened at the voice that ca from the stairs on the second floor.
Their heads slowly and chanically, turned to the side.
"I don’t understand why you guys are so afraid. I an, I guess, you could have lived like that for the rest of your life."
Crunch.
He climbed the stairs and smiled at them.
Kieran looked at Neria, Ophelia, and Gis alternately.
He yawned profusely, as he interjected.
"This place is small, let’s go out and talk. My room has not much space either."
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I had an inkling that sothing like this might happen.
I’d seen Eri being treated with a cold shoulder at Lorian’s party, and the look on her face I saw briefly at the imperial banquet seed to say, ’I’m being abused!’
But damn it, there is no way I could have thought that they would co so late at night, and like this!
Maybe it’s because they’re chad fantasy people, they don’t seem to know about manners~
"So, what do you think? I have brought all my equipnts to et you, when you saw like this, you were scared, right?"
Just ten ters away.
Gis, who was fully ard, "teased" with a giggle.
I was comfortably sleeping, and then I was woken up, is that why you are so happy, you punk?
This is unfair.
At the very least, this bastard, this a**hole, mustn’t be happy. Just like now!
"Tut, you didn’t change your habit of holding a b!tch in front of you like a shield? When I see a bastard like you, who has no power and only knows to hide under skirts..."
"Gis, I know, your mother is a prostitute."
"...what?"
In an instant, the smile disappeared from his face.
It didn’t last long.
Because he had another smile on his face.
"Ahhh, you have really changed a lot, haven’t you? In the past, I would have never imagined you answering with sothing like that..."
"I also know that you are a real bastard who ran out of the house tired of the fact that your mother was a prostitute."
Little by little, the smile on Gis’ face began to disappear.
"Did you grow guts from just what happened in the banquet? Just because you succeeded in a surprise attack doesn’t an you’re stronger than ..."
"Your poor mother. Even at this mont, she must be shaking her head and worrying about her only son. Always, for her son who~ Ah, she might forget you on so monts when making love with so maximal c**k."
Now, on Gis’ face, there was no sign of a smile. He stared at with a fiercely distorted expression.
"I’m going to cut off your limbs and throw them away as pig food. When your limbs are torn, and you can’t even move..."
"Your mom, how much does she charge for an hour?"
"You motherf**ker!"
Gis unfurled the chain scythe in his hands.
Just as I was about to draw my sword.
Pak!
A large bayonet flew in between and Gis and stuck on the floor. Thereafter, Frillite landed next with a greatsword, with long spears levitating behind her.
..?
"Frillite? Why are you here?"
"I was waiting around to see if sothing like this would happen. It was good that I stayed."
She said as she easily pulled out her bayonet, half-studded into the ground.
I asked her carefully.
"...Did you hear that?"
"Well, I did. It appears to that alcohol has made your mouth low. I didn’t know it when I was drinking along with you, but seeing it myself, I know it now."
Nodding her head, she directly looked at .
"Vulgar language deans the speaker. I don’t want your dignity to be degraded. From now on, drink ale with a lower alcohol content instead of wine."
"No, but...Ale is just so tasteless..."
"Again, I don’t want you to dean yourself."
Frillite dangerously narrowed her gaze.
"...alright."
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