"… ."
Rosaria Espelt Liristina.
It was the name of a woman who once lived as a mage in a famous old magic family.
If a magician from an aristocratic family falls, women who have experienced the life of an aristocrat usually cannot withstand the gap in living standards and do not have a good ending. Although they may have been beautiful in appearance, the words of most women of lower social status were not much different.
Nevertheless, talented women like Rosaria become teachers who teach knowledge to commoners, or enter the academy and become researchers.
If she was good at magic, she would make scrolls and sell them, and if she was lucky, she could become the wife of a wealthy merchant.
But Rosaria had no such option. She had no talent for making scrolls, and when she received the lustful looks of dirty men, she automatically reacted with rejection, so it was difficult for her to become his wife.
However, as a high-level wizard, she was a woman who earned a lot of money at once as a commission fee based on her magical skills that were far superior to those of the common mercenary wizards, and spent the rest of her time leisurely.
If my magic skills were lacking, this would have been impossible. She is a senior mage who is a very valuable human resource. Even in the mercenary version, the treatment of advanced wizards is very different from that of ordinary mercenaries.
Instead of a fancy dress, she wore a shabby robe, and instead of a book, she wore a dagger on her belt. She spent time getting drunk at a tavern.
"… What are those three."
While she was sipping some decent wine at the bar table, something caught her eye.
Usually, if you go to a mercenary bar, you will memorize the faces of all the people who come and go for a few years.
However, the three men and women who just came in.
On the outside, he was a wanderer you would see anywhere, with a cloak covered in dust and half covering his face… .
Shiny hair visible through a pressed robe.
In particular, the skin of the woman sitting in the center is as pale as pure white.
While the hair that was slightly revealed was silver with a bluish feel, the eyes had a clear look.
Even under the dark shadow of the robe, those two eyes shone brightly and were completely different from the other dark ones.
Moreover, the elegant smile she wears while chatting with the man next to her seems to have something of noble elegance… .
I was convinced that even in his small steps, his unique noble dignity was evident.
nobility.
Rosaria looked at them with her characteristic sharp eyes and gently closed and opened her eyes several times.
However, in terms of the total amount of magical power itself, he was a person who set the mood from the moment he entered this tavern.
Even the mercenaries who had been laughing and talking loudly until a moment ago suddenly became quiet, giving off an air of strength.
When I walked to the corner where they were and spoke to them.
"You know how to use magic, right?"
"… ."
The man sitting in the center stood up.
Judging by the momentum, I thought I would fight.
The moment sparks fly from Rosaria's hand.
-thud!
Without any explanation, the hand of the man, who rushed at me with magical power, came closer.
At that moment, Rosaria's eyebrows suddenly narrowed.
She was not soft enough to be attacked in an instant in such a reckless manner. However.
Even faster than that, he grabbed the wrist holding the handle of the dagger and twisted it, pushing Rosaria against the wall. A huge binge of drinking filled the bar.
-Hwiik! Couuuck!!
A decision that ended in an instant.
The mercenaries who were looking at this place from a shabby mercenary bar raised their weapons and looked in this direction.
An explosion that threatened to collapse a building. The dust that had accumulated on the floor rose in a cloud, obstructing the view.
All the pigeons, which had once been peaceful, flew away, and the inside of the bar turned into a bloody atmosphere.
Rosaria had her arms and legs pinned by a man.
The man looked down at Rosaria in the midst of such a bloody atmosphere.
Rosaria was also quietly looking up at the man.
"… ."
The one who blocked the path of the mercenaries creeping around from the vicinity was a blue-silver-haired woman holding out a broken sword.
I was used to it.
So much.
Hair like flowing ebony. A hat flying far away.
"… !"
However, Rosaria, who instantly developed magical powers, reversed positions with the man who was weighing her down. He rushed towards the blue-silver-haired woman.
… I knew it.
"You… … !"
The two looked into each other's eyes and said nothing.
It was the blue-silver-haired woman who stopped him as he rushed towards Rosaria with the intention of tearing it apart.
-Slap!
And before the man could say anything, Rosaria grabbed her arm and quickly ran out of the bar.
…
Rosaria held Amelia's arm as they left the tavern street and entered the dark alley.
Amelia had to run to follow Rosaria, who was walking at a half-jumping pace.
Rosaria fell far away from the tavern, holding her delicate arm so tightly that red marks were left.
I turned down several dark alleys and entered a dark, dark back street with a faint smell of rotting corpses.
Amelia was speechless due to the familiar atmosphere she felt as she followed along for a while. This was the first time that Rosaria, one of the few close friends I had during my knighthood, showed such a resolute appearance.
Finally, after arriving at a place that was quite far away from the bar where she had been earlier, Rosaria looked around, then turned to Amelia and grabbed both of her shoulders.
"Lia."
Rosaria's expression was a mixture of seriousness and complexity.
Whoa, whoa, a serious mood emanated from her face as she let out a tired, nervous look.
Amelia looked at her with slightly worried eyes.
"Tina? Is it Tina…? ? The one I know… ."
Seeing Amelia repeating those words, Rosaria took a deep breath and gathered her thoughts.
She learned magic from the Knights Templar as a child, later became the daughter of the Espelt family, and is now a fallen nobleman.
Rosaria knew quite well about the atmosphere and rules of this area while working as a mercenary.
That was the reason her expression was stiff.
I heard that Amelia was being chased after being stripped of her position as a hero.
And he survived the sword attack and is currently under a wanted order.
Given the circumstances, it seemed like he arrived here using transfer magic, so he didn't seem to be suspicious. Anyone who had ever seen Amelia in person could be sure.
That she was a warrior.
Not only did she have a unique appearance, but her disguise was so poor that Rosaria recognized her as Amelia even though it had been several years since they had met again.
Who told you this? Do you think that if you cover your face and wear a robe, you won't be recognized? Who said this is a disguise?
Rosaria sighed heavily as if she was frustrated, closed her eyes gently, and made eye contact with Amelia.
"Why did you come to a place like this? What is that disguise?"
"Well, what is that… ."
"And what about that man? You couldn't have been dragged to a place like this because you were threatened by a man like that, right?"
"… Yoosung is my benefactor and husband who saved me. I'm a bit uncomfortable with that kind of treatment, so I hope you'll refrain -"
While he was talking like that, Rosaria interrupted him mid-sentence and asked.
"… What?"
"?"
Rosaria let go of her shoulders and took a step back.
"Male, husband… That… ?"
"Yes… Just?"
"… … Are you?"
The man next to him.
Judging by his strength from earlier, it is clear that he is something unusual, but… I had never even heard of the face of someone with such power.
Come to think of it, I also said there was a collaborator on the wanted list.
Amelia smiled happily and appeared in front of Rosaria with her arms crossed and their chests touching, whether or not she knew it.
"I will introduce you. If you call me Yooseong-"
However, Rosaria's gaze was not very pleasing.
"… Is it you?"
Because I immediately found out that the smell of chestnut flowers coming from her was that of this man.
.
"Are you the one who defiled the pure Lia?"
Rosaria remembers it clearly.
A gentle voice, an unusually soft voice.
An unusually warm embrace. A hand that straightens the dirty hair.
Unlike other people, he is kind and accepts all complaints.
I knew from the first meeting that the relationship between the two was unusual.
Amelia was close to being an ironclad woman. Now, having a face that looked like it was melting was an act that was far beyond my imagination.
The face of a woman who seems to be in love.
"… How did we first meet?"
Every time she asked about him and saw him blushing and talking softly, Rosaria felt a prickling pain in the back of her neck.
"… no way. Even intercourse?"
"Uh, yes, that's right."
Breasts so large that the buttons on her robe seemed to burst, and smooth buttocks and pelvis that had caught the attention of the mercenaries when they entered the bar earlier. Thighs.
A soft female body optimized for harsh treatment.
"… Tell me more."
"Uh, hmm? Even if it's a tiara, it can't be done. Telling someone else about your night life with your husband… ."
Amelia was wiggling her fingers, the tips of her ears turning bright red.
Are you saying you did all the unspeakable things?
Just imagining the sight of a man like that crying out like a bitch, or kneeling with his penis in his mouth made me angry.
She has never experienced a man in her life.
Once a close relationship is established, Lia becomes infinitely devoted, and she even has a husband. He even received favor.
Lip marks clearly remain on the nape of the neck, visible through glossy hair.
Rosaria stepped in front of Lia, grabbed both of her shoulders, and held them close to the point where it felt a little burdensome.
"… Tell it like it is."