Dear My Knight

3. Ashera Glaad & Chersha Kalua (16)

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“Thur and Kalen will wait here until Chersha comes out of the Magic Tower.”

“Okay.”

“Yes.”

At the words of a man, two normal-looking men nodded and slowly disappeared.

The man who confirmed the situation turned his head and raised a ferocious spirit with an expression like a bloody slaughter.

The culprit has a savage appearance that he can’t even bear to face.

Bulante was the captain of the escort in charge of escorting Chersha and Plea in the dark under the orders of Gria Kalua, the lord of the Eastern Mage Tower Calrisian.

“Jane and Stalin… Come with me from now on.”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to take care of it?”

In contrast to Jane, who answered silently, Stalin seemed to have a guess.

“Yes. We should dispose of it beforehand so that it doesn’t even come in front of Chersha-sama’s eyes.”

Bulante nodded and recalled the group of people following Chersha as if they were tailing her.

I don’t know what the plot was, but it’s safe to say that the fact that he followed Miss Chersha in the dark as if he was tailing him had impure intentions.

“Even a very cold-hearted lady, if you see her from time to time, she is fearless. To think that two women of a beautiful age would go all the way to the North.”

“… Stalin talks a lot.”

Stalin smiled and grumbled at the sight of Jane talking softly to Stalin, frowning at her.

“But, what can I do when I am so bored?”

“Let’s stop the rubbish.”

After saying that, Bullante stomped his feet lightly, and Jane kicked the ground at the same time as her figure quickly disappeared, and Stalin erased her expression as if her playful figure was an illusion. They followed suit, spurring her on the ground.

“I block the retreat.”

Jane, who sped her up to Bulante’s side and caught up with her, said so, and Bulante agreed with her silent nod.

After checking Bulan Te’s answer, Jane noticeably increased her speed, and she quickly disappeared from Bullante’s field of vision.

In the wind that greets her, Bulante lightly raises her armament and approaches her combat readiness. A strangely shaped weapon with something like a sharp blade on the back of the magic wand.

Stalin, grinning at the sight of Bullante, summoned something resembling a long spear and held it in her hand.

The Kalua family is often called a prestigious family with a long history even among wizards.

Although they belonged to such a mage family, Kalua, they clearly looked far away from mages.

Commonly speaking of a wizard. It was easy to imagine the image of wizards in charge of massive firepower in small battles or large-scale wars, but the existence of wizards who aimed for close combat also existed.

Their existence, which moves quickly between buildings now, was like that, and their existence was known as wizards skilled in battle in the Empire. It was called the Battle Mage.

Good.

Jerbug.

At the same time as the sound of light footsteps resounded, the figures of two people appeared in Arvaltea, the capital of the Empire, through a deserted alleyway.

It seemed to break the existing silence of the alley by moving slowly.

“… ….”

Bulante silently looks at the surroundings with a stern expression.

“Huh~”

Stalin stares straight into the darkness with the corner of his mouth raised and a laugh as if he is having fun.

As soon as their arms moved swiftly, the silence in the alley disappeared without a trace as if it were shattering.

“Quaaagh!”

“Ugh!”

“What, what?”

Amidst the screaming crowd, as if they hadn’t noticed, a few hurriedly raised their arms and attacked them.

Even in the lightly dark alley, a series of groups with armed arms that sprinkled light charged at Bullante and Stalin as if they were rushing ferociously.

As if he had expected them to be like that.

“Yeah~ I like that look.”

“Keep it!”

Stalin, who smiled happily, lightly stretched out his spear, and a figure in the distance coughed up blood and grabbed his chest on the spot.

Bulante, who had a ferocious expression in contrast to Stalin, simply moved his magic wand with a restrained look, and the group collapsed in vain.

Stalin waved his hands as if he were shaking, and Bullante continued to wield his magic wand in a demon-like appearance.

The group rushing towards them never once had their sharp blades touch their bodies.

“Keep it off!”

“It’s a monster, it’s a monster!!”

“Wow!”

It was a series of screaming and collapsing hordes, and the hordes continued to grow, as hideous corpses filled the alleys.

It is not long before such a one-sided massacre is carried out. As if sensing that they were no match for them, one of them, who appeared to be the leader, shouted loudly.

“Go back!!”

“f*ck! How the hell did you find out?”

A group of people trying to get out of the alley by turning right as if kicking off the ground.

Bulante and Stalin, looking at them, did not show any signs of pursuing them.

“Hmm!”

Bulante stabs the throats of those who have fallen on the spot with the part where the blade part of the magic wand he clutches exists, and carries out confirmation kills.

“It’s still the same, really.”

Stalin shook his head as he looked at Bullante like that.

They had a calm face, as if it didn’t matter if they didn’t chase after them.

Just when I was about to think that I lived while looking at the real runaway crowd….

“Kuk!!”

“Kuuk!”

As if they had collided with a huge wall in the empty air, a series of groups fell to the ground as if they were falling from the air.

Took.

Tuduk.

Puck.

As they fell to the ground, they couldn’t even make a proper landing and couldn’t utter a sound.

They all ended up with strange wounds that looked like holes were drilled all over their bodies.

“Is this the end?”

As Jane walks among the corpses, she looks at Bullante and asks.

“Please buy… help me! Ooh, what are we doing!!”

One person who was still alive shouted as he looked at Bullante approaching him with the expression of a demon.

Bulante approached while looking at such a person…

Suck.

I answered while slitting my throat with the blade part.

“Yes. These guys are the end of those who were following Chersha-sama.”

Puck!

Bulante, with a pained expression on the head of a terribly dead human being, was lightly trampled on and looked around.

Everybody’s corpse is horrible. There seemed to be no point in further confirmation kills.

Stalin, who was looking at the cruel form of Bullante, shook her head, put her body away from her and spat out fiercely.

“No… Don’t blow people’s heads! How many times have I told you that everything from the brain to all sorts of filth splatters!”

As if he didn’t care about Stalin’s appearance, Bulante retrieved her armaments and tidied up her clothes.

The bloodstains on Bulante’s clothes slowly disappeared as if they were fading.

“What are you bragging about that only you are wearing nice clothes? .”

Looking at Bullante like that, Stalin checked his clothes to see if there were any dirty things on them.

“Go back.”

With an emotionless voice at the end, Bullante kicked off the ground and disappeared in an alley lined with corpses, and Jane silently followed Bullante’s footsteps.

“Because they always go first.”

Stalin, who had been uttering grumbling words, swung it into the air several times as if shaking off blood from his spear and followed suit.

***

“Lady Asherah?”

Ed let out her panicked voice and looked carefully at Ashera, looking at the fruit that had now reached his mouth.

Seeing her face dyed slightly red, it didn’t seem like the young lady was doing anything casually, but….

“Really so… feel sorry for people… Are you going to make it?”

Stop at the sight of Lady Ashera speaking in a small whisper with her head lowered… Her own face seemed to heat up too.

Anyway, the current situation was difficult to accept.

The fruit she held out to herself was definitely Cherimoya.

And what caught my eye even more than that was the white hand that held it out to me….

Lady Ashera, who was abruptly restraining her hand as she took her cherimoya, looking forward to the taste of her first fruit, took a piece of her cherimoya, and suddenly she held it to herself. It was a situation.

Mallang.

At the end, he opened his mouth without saying anything at the touch of the fruit on his lips.

A sense of déjà vu.

The moment he was about to continue thinking with a sense of feeling like he had felt this situation somewhere, his thoughts stopped at the taste of the fruit that filled his mouth.

Sweet flavors like a mixture of various fruits spread in your mouth and make you smile.

The moment I tried to taste the taste of cherimoya…

Suddenly, feeling the lady’s slender hand brushing her own lips, she stopped involuntarily.

“So, how does it taste?”

Ashera’s question as she retrieved her hand and avoided her gaze seemed to relieve her shame for what she had done.

“Delicious… yeah.”

The young lady’s hand touched her lips enough to feel the sweet taste of the cherimoya. The feeling of those delicate hands… It felt as if all the nerves in my body had been focused.

“… ….”

I thought while idly swallowing the flesh of the cherimoya.

Her lady’s mood changed right after she woke up. I couldn’t help but think that way.

And at the same time, Azelan’s words came to mind.

ㅡAsera, she… Ed, because I’m obsessed with you.

Obsession.

Looking at Lady Ashera more closely.

Looking at the fruit with a pale red face, cautiously opening his mouth.

As she was about to ask such a question, why don’t you eat fruit, the lady’s lips opened slightly.

“… Ed?”

Ashera’s voice, which opened her mouth as if whispering, was so low that only Ed could hear it.

“Yes. Please speak.”

“… Me too … Give.”

“Yes?”

Ashera raised her voice as if she was frustrated at the sight of Ed answering with her hands stiff.

“That’s right! I also have fruit… I want you to feed me…”

At the end, he spoke softly with his head bowed down to the level that he couldn’t hear it very well, but even the small voice of Ashera could be clearly heard by Ed, who was staring blankly at it.

‘Alternatively….’

Ashera’s appearance drew her attention to the point where she couldn’t even taste the taste of the cherimoya she just ate.

Ed slowly picked up a piece of cherimoya and held it out very slowly.

“What is this… I don’t know if it has any meaning.”

Ed’s face was as red as Ashera’s as she spoke with a trembling voice as she stretched out her own arm.