Chapter 65 – Inside the carriage

Which travel would not be like that, but travel time is always boring and boring. If it was the 21st century Earth, I would have spent my time fiddling with things like game consoles and smartphones, but this is a medieval fantasy-style worldview. There was no way such a convenient and fun thing existed.

I sighed, lamenting that this worldview was really slow in terms of technology. It just means that you are very bored. No matter how much I slept, the journey didn’t end, the carriage just kept running. Around the time I slept so much that I even felt a headache, it seems I wasn’t the only one feeling bored.

Glaceon was passing the time by reading the book she had brought. When I glanced at the title of the book, I saw the words ＜The Princess wants to be eaten, Volume 2 (reading is prohibited for those under the age of 18)＞. Isn’t that fucking nonsense? Are people openly reading nonsense? Come to think of it, I think I saw a grandfather reading a novel with his phone lying horizontally when riding a bus in the past. Even in medieval fantasy, people like that do exist.

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No, it could be because it’s just a bit cruel novel. Could it be a novel full of bloody descriptions? It is a bad habit to judge a book by its cover. It looks like Glaceon’s cheeks are a little red, but let’s ignore it. Looking at the bloody description, we should not ignore the possibility that the cheeks become red. It is the custom of barbarians to blindly misunderstand and listen to people without knowing what constitution or chronic disease they have.

Airi, my pupil, was sitting next to Glaceon and reading the novel together. The reddened face like Glaceon… is it fucking real? No, let’s not rule out the possibility that Airi also has the same constitution as Glaceon. I am not a barbarian, but a nobleman who values Confucianism and Neo-Confucianism. I do not judge a book by its cover or misunderstand people without knowing it well.

“Hey…don’t rush through it.”

“How slow are you at reading? It’s an important scene. Don’t let it pass. Read it quickly.”

“Wow… These days, sensual novels come out so naked…”

“I recommend reading some books. Among the sensual novels these days, this is one of the milder ones.”

You’re reading fucking porn, right? As expected, you can tell just by looking at the cover of a book, and when your expression turns red, it clearly means that you are reading something erotic. Isn’t it possible that barbarians, or nomadic brothers, were able to establish a huge Mongol empire because they recognized that fact faster than anyone else? In the meantime, pathetic students were invaded while reading nonsense, saying that a book should not be judged only by its cover.

After fighting like that, look at how they unite like that after becoming one in front of the vulgar language.

Omnia vincit amor et nos cedamus amori.

‘Love wins all, so let’s fall in love too.’ There is a phrase called It’s a phrase from Virgil, and it’s my personal favorite phrase. But I think that love is strong because it is directly related to erotic things. You can tell just by reading the narration that the two of them, who had been fighting each other, united like that.

So if I were to amend Virgil’s phrase, I would change it like this.

Omnia vincit scabiēs et nos cedamus scabiēī.

‘The dirty beats everything. So let’s do dirty things too.’ How is it? Isn’t it a phrase that makes you feel the divinity of Eros, the god of love and peace?

Ignoring the two women who faithfully fulfilled that phrase, I turned my attention to Camellia… I almost fucking fell. Because as soon as I turned my gaze, our eyes met.

“Oh, what a surprise!”

Surprised, I unknowingly turned my body backwards and hit my head against the window. I don’t know how long this pot will have to undergo durability tests.

“Sister, why are you looking right at me all of a sudden?”

I was so surprised that the child who was not there almost fell. It’s a shame because I’m a man who can’t have children. What would you have done if you were a woman? Had I been a pregnant woman, I would have had a miscarriage right away, and Camellia would have to thank me for not being tsed as she walked up to me with a samgugugodurye (三跪九叩頭禮).

“Werner.”

“No, why are you setting the mood, but it’s scary.”

“I’m bored.”

I just did it because I was bored, you damned dwarf. Duo, the goddess of Eros who reads nonsense, or a dwarf like Gross who almost killed people out of boredom. I felt like I was going to go crazy with this combination.

“Do you have any interesting stories?”

If it’s an interesting story, you know a lot. Saying D 20 times means Smoothie, a company four times bigger than Marvel is Netmarble, Grandpa is Mantle in English, and Bobbi Brown is Nurungji in English. These are jokes that my friends often tell. I thought about using a joke like that, but most people hate jokes like this if they don’t suit their taste.

In the case of Camellia, the reaction of ‘I strongly dislike’ could come out in the form of a knife, so I had to be careful.

Then, in what form can I soothe her boredom? After thinking seriously, I came up with an answer.

“Then can I tell you a funny story?”

Then, not only Camellia, but also Glaceon and Airi closed the book and started listening to my story.

If you block the city, it’s a lunch box… I’m not trying to joke. I’m just trying to tell you a story I know very well.

“This isn’t from this continent, it’s a story from a place a little far away. I’ve just heard it from an acquaintance…”

“Did you have any acquaintances?”

“Because there is, be quiet and listen. Anyway, there is a country that looks very peaceful and wealthy. But that’s just the flip side… Underground people gather orphans in facilities and train them to kill people.”

“… Not that surprising. I’ve seen a lot of organizations like that.”

Certainly, there were quite a few organizations in this worldview that tried to take orphans and use them as weapons. In the end, it was smashed to pieces by Werner’s colleagues, and the boss died with 21 pieces of his head.

“Well, the way we operate here is a bit different. When orphans come in, we give them a number instead of a name and set a partner.”

“Partners… that’s unusual. Usually, when raising children in such an organization, they raise them thoroughly individualistically, or don’t they organize them in a platoon style? It’s unusual to have a two-person team.”

“Yes, it’s unusual. For example, number 1 does number 36, number 302 does number 232, number 69 does number 74, number 137 does number 333, and number 200 does number 204… and so on.”

A memory from the past reminded me of it, and my heart became complicated. It wasn’t particularly sad or angry now, but there were only unpleasant feelings that were neither very pleasant nor particularly unpleasant.

“Then they sleep in the same room, eat together, train together, and never leave each other for a moment.”

“If you live like that in a facility like that, you’re sure to become close. Is it training that fosters camaraderie?”

“It’s similar. There’s a pretense of making each other watch each other… but later on, even if we send a mission to kill people, we send them both at the same time and have them fight together.”

It was an annoyance to have them follow me everywhere because of the damn bastards. If it was fortunate that he didn’t follow me to the bathroom, would I say it was fortunate?

“And at the end we lock up all those orphans and let them die and kill each other until there are only two left.”

“Cruel. I’ve gotten sick of hearing about organizations that select warriors like that, but I can’t hide my disgust every time I hear it.”

“And the last two are mostly partners of each other. Why? Because they fight while protecting their precious friends.”

Most of them died without even being able to fight properly. It was a very tasteless selection method.

“Then, is it a way for only those two to survive and work together?

“No it can’t be.”

Isn’t there no way that people-killing weapon makers could write a heartwarming ending, saying, ‘Friend, we’re alive, so let’s do well’?

“At the end, I lock them both in a room. I create a situation where they have to kill each other, and then have them kill each other with their bare hands.”

It would have been better if I had a weapon, but I couldn’t even use a weapon in the sparring because of how much the budget was skipped.

“Then the surviving child leaves behind his friend of several years and escapes. It’s a system that sacrifices the lives of about 400 people to create an assassin.”

“… It’s a story that’s more cruel than it’s funny, Werner.”

It seems that I have chosen the wrong subject.