Episode 62 – Brother and Sister

Fortunately, the three women agreed to help me. I wonder if it was Lorsha’s consideration to persuade me to make it a little easier to make me look like this?

If you change gender, 10-year-old black-haired Lori will come and say, ‘Brother, I’m going to the capital, would you like to come with me?’ It was like… Wow, how the fuck can I refuse that. This is why the 3B theory existed in advertising. Beauty, Beast, Baby, that is, if you put one of these three, it means that you hit the average. But wouldn’t 2B out of 3B be satisfied with this young Werner’s face?

Fortunately, as time passed, the curse of becoming younger was lifted, and he returned to his usual Werner appearance. Werner’s face was still handsome, but some still looked regretful.

Melissa, one of the people who regretted that, asked a question as she cut the meat dripping with blood.

“By the way, you’re leaving tomorrow, right?”

“Uh, I wanted to relax a bit, but damn… No, Lorsha sent someone to come and see me.”

Words send people, I don’t know what’s different from just sending someone from the Uigeumbu to hunt them down. Did you think you would run away in the middle? I don’t want to risk my life knowing that my body will be forcibly subjected to Allahu Akbar if this side runs away too.

“Weren’t you guys really close when you were young? We held hands and went to festivals together.”

“Oh that one? I thought there were many benefits to a man and a woman who held hands, so I took it.”

“…Did you tell him that? He was blushing for holding hands then.”

“Oh, I was so nervous… I just said that I was holding hands to get a discount for couples. But then he threw a spell on me and went home. You’re like a violent girl.”

“Maknae, you’re the most frustrating fucking guy I’ve ever met in my life.”

yes i think so too Searching through Werner’s memories of Lorsha, this bastard doesn’t have a real answer or an answer like this. Should I say it’s like a eunuch-type protagonist in a love comedy? Then, the Black Round Table bastards also said that the bad guys weren’t bad guys like I thought, but rather, they were in charge of preventing bad guys from entering this continent… I didn’t think it was like this.

“Really? I just didn’t do the stupid thing of refusing a discount when I could get it. It’s a so-called rational decision.”

right!

Melissa fired a bloody bullet into my forehead with her blood magic. Of course, I didn’t get my forehead pierced, and it felt like I had been hit with a very painful night.

“Youngest, we promised to call it swallowing… that’s the social promise of language.”

It was unfair. That bastard Werner who swallowed… No, I did it in my previous life, so why should I be scolded?

“He was so angry, how did you solve it?

“Ah, how I solved it. I followed the methods that Grandpa Cheonma, our knight commander hyung-nim and Squaa-nim told me.”

This bastard, Werner, always asked the wrong people about issues related to the opposite sex at the time. The Heavenly Demon, Squa, and the machine-like Knight Commander hyung. I don’t know why this bastard left married people alone and asked them questions.

The question that Werner asked at the time was…

“There’s a woman who’s been giving me trouble lately. How do I solve it?”

was

First of all, in the case of the heavenly horse, it seems that they misunderstood it as a matter of resentment rather than reason.

[Then send a letter and call me to an uninhabited valley or mountain. And when the other person comes, give them a gift that shines silver in your arms. If it’s hard to deal with, it doesn’t matter if you attack from behind. I don’t know if it’s a big powerhouse thing, but since you’re young, it’ll be fine.]

The method recommended by the Heavenly Demon was to summon him to a secluded place and place a knife behind him. I guess I was a bit refined, but Werner understood it a little differently.

Our guild leader, Mr. Hyung, replied as follows. Apparently, he misunderstood that there was a young lady who clung to Werner tenaciously.

[She’s a woman who’s putting you in trouble… It’s understandable. I roughly understood it. Etiquette is necessary in any relationship, lower your posture and apologize politely. That’s mutual duty.]

What Mr. Lee said roughly meant that no matter how much you hate it, be polite when you refuse to confess. Of course, this bastard Werner understood it differently.

And finally, the phantom thief Squa seems to have mistakenly thought that Werner has someone he likes.

[Ahahahahaha! You mean our youngest is already that age? Then take her to a place where you can see the stars well, and say that you are prettier than the stars and hand her a flower.]

In fact, Squaa was also a dating eunuch, so he probably didn’t know how to confess. He probably recited the confession method in the romance novels he was reading.

The biggest problem is that this bastard, Berner, was a bastard who listened to his brothers and sisters at the time.

And this is what happened the next day.

—–

Late at night, Lorsha, who had been suddenly summoned to the nearby valley, was annoyed and kicked a small stone.

“A bad guy, a really bad guy… What? We just joined hands to get a discount on street food, so don’t be nervous? Calling us out here at night without an apology?”

Suddenly, someone pounced on Lorsha from behind. Lorsha, who thought it was an assassin’s ambush for a moment, was ready to respond, because she was a victor when it came to assassins from a young age.

But it was neither an assassin nor an ambush. Before she knew it, a shining silver necklace hung around Lorsha’s neck. Even if it was a silver necklace, it was a crude item made of cheap silver.

“Werner? Hey, what is this?”

“… It’s a gift, fool.”

Werner sat down on a rock and smiled mischievously at Lorsha.

“A gift out of nowhere?”

“You left while enjoying the festival.

“That’s… I don’t need it? I’m not angry yet?”

Lorsha deliberately lowered her eyes and looked down to hide her blushing face. It would have been better if he had turned his face to the side.

I remembered the words of my older brother, the head of the Knights of Bernonne. Instead of saying to lower your stance, bow down and apologize…

It was misunderstood as saying to bend your back and look up at your opponent from below.

“Lorsha.”

“no…”

Lorsha’s face turned even redder.

“…I’m sorry.”

Apparently, she couldn’t resist the temptation disguised as the apology, and Lorsha reluctantly accepted the apology.

Then, Werner handed over the flowers he had prepared in advance and followed exactly what Skua had told him, and the 12-year-old girl could not bear the shame and ran away.

—–

“Well, that’s how I apologized.”

Upon hearing my story, Melissa and Melchior dropped their forks and knives.

“Wow really… I really should have taught the youngest even if I was a loser back then…”

“No, Werner, why the hell did you ask those eunuchs? Why don’t you ask a beggar how to make money?”

I know. That Werner rang after this bastard unknowingly flirted with a girl.

“All good memories.”

“It may be a good memory for you, but for that girl, you must be cursing while thinking about it.”

Melissa raised her forehead and sighed. Honestly, the one who wants to sigh is the one who has to solve the problem. If I continued this conversation, they might misunderstand me as a young swallow who flirts with real women.

“By the way, I miss talking about grandpa with my older brothers and sisters after a long time. How are you all doing?”

“How are you all doing?”

“It’s too healthy, so it’s a problem.”

Actually, I know everyone is healthy, but I only asked for formality.

“Everyone is worried about your body, the youngest.”

“hahahaha… even though you say you don’t have to worry so much.”

“You’re not in a state where you don’t have to worry.”

The air suddenly became heavy at Melissa’s words. It’s okay if you don’t use great magic, but I wonder if everyone needs to worry so much.

“Is it the black round table or the black socks… Even if I gather information to save those bastards, it’s just useless information…”

“Don’t worry too much, I’ll take care of that problem myself.”

“Originally… it was just a matter for us to figure out on a personal level.”

I expressed my doubts about Melchior’s words, which suddenly turned into the past tense.

“Brother… why did the words change to the past tense?”

The DLC for the Black Round Table was sold separately by the damn game developers, so I didn’t have complete information either.

Melchior examined the surroundings and spoke in a cautious voice.

“It looks like there’s a rat among our colleagues who’s intriguing with those Black Round Table bastards.”