"Hmm… When we first met, yes, he was changing my clothes."
"....."
The atmosphere suddenly becomes cold.
no. I thought you knew… I thought you did.
If I say that, doesn't that make me a piece of dog filth?
…Even if I don't have to say it that way, the problem is that I already had my first kiss while I was sleeping.
That was definitely a medical act.
"I would never do something like that…!"
Without anyone even listening to my explanation.
Rosaria grabbed me by the collar, her fists clenched and her eyes filled with anger and selfishness.
With tears welling up, as if he was extremely jealous.
"Your guy…. Yes, you, your guy…. What an enviable…thing…!!!!!!!"
"What, what?!"
Leaving me bewildered behind,
Rosaria suddenly lowered Amelia's robe and shouted, pointing at the outfit that revealed her cleavage.
"And Lia! What is that vulgar outfit?!!!!!! Didn't you wear tight tights, swing your sword until night time, pretend not to notice anything, and return to the knighthood covered in sweat and full of female scent!?!!?!!! Why did I lose such innocence…!!!"
"Calm down, calm down!!! Rosaria, what on earth happened to me while I was gone?-"
Pull Amelia's head and shake it.
Accordingly, her large breasts began to bounce more and more, to the point where her buttons were bursting.
"Stop! Stop it!!"
////
"Ha, didn't all our clothes get wet with sweat again because of Tia?"
With a troubled look, Amelia wiped her sweaty chest and armpits with a handkerchief and quickly took out some extra clothes.
Then he placed the wet, sweet-scented clothes on Rosaria's hands and said,
"Take responsibility and do the laundry."
A slightly shocked face.
of course. As someone who was at the top of a mercenary group and had people under her command, it would not have been very pleasant to receive orders like this.
I definitely thought so…
"…!"
"Why do you hate this kind of thing again? Okay then-"
Brightened eyes, and the clothes that clearly had the smell of Amelia's flesh on them, hugged tightly as if she would never let go.
"No, I don't think so!!!!!!"
"…"
"Now, right now, use the magic to keep everything as is – no, right now…! Right now… I'll buy you some new clothes…!!'
Amelia looked strangely at Rosaria, who instantly changed to an honorific.
He didn't even know what he was saying and was only muttering incomprehensible sounds.
"Eol, what an infuriating honor… Seup… Haa… Haa… Haa… Seuuu…!!"
Amelia shouted, unable to bear the brutality of Rosaria turning around and openly sticking her nose into the sweaty area.
"You, you bastard… Why have you always been like that when I tell you to wash my clothes!!!"
Amelia followed Rosaria with watery eyes and pulled out a broken sword.
….It seems like a tearful reunion, so let's just wait and see.
…
After that day, Rosaria began to cooperate with us in earnest and teach us various things about life here and how to properly hide our identities.
It was not intended to prove the innocence of Amelia, who had already become an enemy of the state, or to save her.
Rosaria just wanted Amelia to be happy and wanted to help her. It was just difficult to pretend not to know that they were in danger.
"It's not a recognition-impairing mask. Do you think just covering your face with a cloth will cover your face? The reason I didn't get caught was because it was much further away from where I was originally. If it had been anywhere else, I would have died right away."
Rosaria also introduced me to the quest to catch small monsters, and showed me food and places to hide my body.
When no requests came in, I took Isabelle and Amelia to enjoy some peace and even made babies outdoors.
"…"
Still,
Rosaria looked at Amelia, who was smiling and chatting happily from afar, with a vaguely vague look in her eyes.
Complex feelings.
He gave up his knighthood.
Now, sometimes I get stepped on by arrogant nobles and sometimes get ignored. I spent the day wandering around on the mercenary floor, sometimes taking out my anger on the mercenaries below. I couldn't stand between those three.
A life marked by countless blood.
There are no particular regrets, regrets, or guilt.
She is a veteran who has rolled on this floor to the point where there is nowhere else to roll. He knew that what he was doing was very stupid and stupid at the same time.
Up until this point, he had killed, abandoned, and stepped on countless friends.
There was nothing special about Amelia.
Most of the time, I was able to pass by and pretend not to see it. There are few people who are sad without a story anyway. There is no one who is unhappy without a story.
but.
"..."
Lastly, pride.
The last bit of pride that I had not abandoned even as I rolled around on the mercenary floor was whispering in my ear.
"…When have I been repeating a story? True."
Rosaria turned her back to the setting red sunset and quietly closed her eyes in the shadows, perhaps guessing what her heart wanted to say.
Rosaria knew. What a difficult life she has had up to this point. How much she trusted and devoted herself to this country. However, I have seen such people being betrayed countless times. However, I would like to do something for her, Amelia.
Even though she had no talent for the sword, the image of a girl who woke up earlier than anyone else every morning and was the last to return was flashed in my mind.
Her age may have been similar to her, but she never experienced that kind of love. Only swords, tactics, and survival methods.
I know that even when others were putting on a pretty appearance and playing around with the opposite sex, she held the sword alone. I know how much she cried, vomited blood, and struggled while holding the sword.
However, it is also true that all those efforts were in vain and led to the downfall.
Rosaria knew.
She tried to bury it all as a memory of a time in the past, but she was a human being with chivalry that could not be helped.
Even if I lost someone to serve. The chivalry that remained like the embers lasted forever.
///
"The way to defeat the Sword Master is simple."
At the same tavern, Amelia and Isabel, who had come down from the guest room, and Rosaria, who was in front of Yoosung, said that.
At first, Isabel and Yoosung also tried to keep their distance, but they needed the knowledge of someone who had been here for a while.
When everyone tilted their heads and said that with a puzzled expression on their faces.
"Steal the Holy Sword."
How Amelia regains her original strength.
Although numerous holy swords existed in this world. Among them, the one that was considered special was Amelia's holy sword.
They divide the level of the Holy Sword into star grades. By that standard, Amelia's holy sword is 6 stars.
Among the holy swords that exist up to 7 stars, it was a holy sword with almost the highest level of performance.
Although the sword itself was broken and lost. It could also be seen as a product of Amelia's countless efforts.
Even warriors with famous reputations had to go through a lot of hardships to forge a 5-star holy sword.
Occasionally, there were some who drew a 5-star holy sword from the first time they drew their sword. It is mentioned so many times in history books that it is hard to tell how many times it appears in one era. Most people are able to obtain a high-grade holy sword only after much effort.
There were countless warriors who died among them.
but.
Steal the holy sword. The meaning of this is. soon.
It means acquiring a new sword by killing another hero.
It wasn't something you would say in a bar with a group of drunk people talking, but…
She didn't want to kill another warrior and take it from him.
The idea was to borrow something from an 'already' dead warrior.
However, as if they misunderstood what he said, the complexions of the three instantly turned pale as they understood that he meant to go kill another hero.
"…"
"There is a hidden dungeon fortress here. Although it's in a pretty dangerous place. If you are strong enough, you will be able to attack it without difficulty. I will follow too, so there is no need to fall into a trap."
"…Whew, that's a relief. Tia is still the same."
"Lee, Lia… How has your image of me changed recently…?"
A little, no. Rosaria is crying with a very shocked face.
Is it because it's the first time I've made that kind of expression? A restless Amelia stroked her head before speaking.
Rosaria took the three to her guesthouse and told them about the fortress for a while, teaching them some common sense.
///
Some time had passed since I met Rosaria.
However, the relationship between Rosaria, Yoosung, and Isabel was not as close as expected. No matter what, in the end, I was only doing it for Amelia's sake. She has lived in the bottom of mercenaries several times. I knew better than anyone else that if I gave too much affection, other problems might arise.
Yoosung believed in her values… No, in fact, if he had more women, he might have his limbs torn apart by Amelia and then be imprisoned, so he didn't say anything in an old-fashioned way first.
"…First of all, you are in the position of protecting Amelia. You may have done a lot of training. There is an extreme lack of practical experience. On the other hand, his physical ability is not that low compared to that of a swordsman. I don't know how to use that power properly. Amelia may be like that because she's not good at teaching… but as a melee combat wizard, I can easily correct your ignorant methods."
"I know roughly how to do it."
"The maid just taught you the magic power to use magic. It wasn't made to be punched. Why did you lose when you defeated the demon beast alone? I thought…"
Rosaria shook her head and immediately unbuttoned her buttons. I made him squeeze my breasts.