EIITAB - Chapter 87 < Take One Out! >
Even if it is Trampled and Broken
It would be too hasty to say this because it was difficult for Martin to fully understand Aslan's intentions.
'But now... That's all I can say to comfort Lord Wharton.'
Trying to ignore the confusion, he opened his mouth again.
"His Excellency brought her here because she would be of use to Kalathi in some way."
At least it becomes his will. Martin didn't bother to say the last words out loud but swallowed them inside. This was because he could see before his eyes what Dean and Wharton would sensitively accept and rebel against.
Anyway, Dean and Wharton nodded to Martin's story. The sound of them taking deep breaths one after another echoed throughout the restaurant.
"Yes. I guess His Excellency brought her here because she would be helpful."
Dean answered in as light a tone as possible as if he had difficulty enduring this heavy atmosphere.
"Well, she actually saved Jerome's life. So, Lord Wharton, please keep an eye on her first."
Dean muttered in a somewhat dejected voice and scratched the back of his head.
"Don't you have a lot of time? Don't be impatient, let's take a closer look at the Princess."
Dean and Wharton sighed and memorized Martin's words. Okay. That's how it should be.
"Nothing will change if we do this among ourselves."
"Yes, that is correct."
The three people, who had been gripping the handle of their beer mug tightly like a sword for a while, sighed at the same time.
"Let's drink first."
Wharton raised his beer glass to his mouth. As if that was a signal, the remaining two also raised their cups.
After that, the sound of sipping alcohol continued without saying anything.
***
The next morning. Dulcinea pulled at her leash with a sullen look on her face.
It was already her second call. Then she crossed her arms and glared intently at the door. But no matter how long she waited, there was no knock on the door.
"What? Why isn't anyone coming?"
Dulcinea was taken aback as this was the first time something like this had happened. She shifted her gaze back to the strings. For now, she's holding on... If she pulls this again, will the maid come?
For some reason, it seemed like her instincts wouldn't do that.
"Uh, I'm hungry."
The corners of her eyes drooped as her stomach rumbled with a growling sound. She covered her stomach with both her hands and looked down at her crying face. It would be nice if it stopped at once.
Grumble. Grumble. Growling.
Even though she was the only person in the room, the sound continued to be so loud that it was embarrassing.
"I can't help it."
In the end, a thirsty person digs a well. Dulcinea got up from her seat in annoyance. It occurred to her that it would be better to go down to the first-floor dining room and eat a meal rather than sit with her hungry stomach waiting day and night for the maid who might come at any time.
She was sure the chef would have prepared a meal in the kitchen.
Dulcinea left her room like that. As she came out into the hallway, she noticed that it was a little noisy outside, unlike usual.
"What's going on?"
Dulcinea, who tilted her head and went down to the first floor, opened her eyes wide as soon as she entered her dining room.
"Uh?"
Because she saw the commander sitting in the restaurant with a hungover look on his face. They were gulping down the thin soup like it was water. The three, who recognized her first, greeted her.
"Good morning, Miss Dulcinea."
"What? When did everyone come back?"
Dulcinea ran towards the three commanders with all her might. In fact, the knights and Dulcinea have a relationship in which they must respect each other. Aren't they even the commanders who lead them, not the rank and file?
Nevertheless, Dulcinea treated the estate chief comfortably. She might give it a hundred steps and think that if Dulcinea were the Princess of Kalathi, she might lower her tone to them.
However, she was not a direct descendant of Kalathi, so, this relationship was actually established because they were took care of Dulcinea. All three of the men had seen her since she was very young, so they regarded her as her niece or younger sister, and they loved her and tolerated her behavior.
They made voices sound like they were suffering with dying on their face. Dean answer.
"We arrived last night. Ugh, we almost froze to death."
Martin, who was eating quietly next to him with good posture, chimed in with a word.
"And as soon as we arrived, Sir Wharton and Sir Dean both drank beer and were eating Chef Rimo's special soup as a hangover."
"Martin, why are you so drunk?"
"I guess it's my constitution. I really have doubts. Compared to what I like, the two of you have a weaker drinking capacity than I do."
Dean and Martin exchanged nonsense.
But to Dulcinea's ears, their conversation was just a passing sound.
"You came last night?"
Among them, Dulcinea picked out only the words she needed. In her haste, she interrupted their conversation and asked a question. She chewed her tongue in the process, bringing tears to her eyes, but that wasn't the important thing.
"What about Aslan? Is Aslan here too? Where is he?"
"Of course, His Excellency will sleep in his room. Oh, you're up already?"
Dean rolled his eyes and looked at the ceiling as he ate his soup. At that moment Dulcinea cleared her throat and nodded her head.
"Okay? Okay! Thank you!"
Her hunger had been completely forgotten. With that, she opened the kitchen door with a very excited look on her face.
"Timoo!"
"Oh my, is Lady Dulcinea here?"
"Rimo! Make Aslan the things he likes right now! We'll have breakfast together!"
Dulcinea's pressure caused Limo to start playing with his hands busily, leaving him no time to catch his breath.
"Are the edges of the bread hard? Cut it here, slice only the middle part, and serve it to me! Oh, this egg shape is so weird! Do a new one!"
She acted strictly as if she were the head chef. After a while, she put freshly baked bread, poached eggs, and fig jam on a tray. Although she couldn't get her fresh vegetables, she thought it was a good table setting for something that the chef, Rimo, had hurriedly cleaned.
"Oh my, Lady. Are you going to carry it yourself?"
"Huh!"
When Dulcinea lifted it herself, Rimo stopped her by rubbing his hands together.
"It will be heavy. I'll ask the maid to move it, so please leave it to us."
"It's okay! I can lift it!"
She had no time to wait for the maid to carry it.
'Then what if Aslan leaves?'
Dulcinea, anxious as she was, insisted on moving the tray herself. Rimo, who didn't know what to do with her, eventually raised both his hands and feet towards Dulcinea.
"Then just wait a moment! No matter how urgent you are, shouldn't you take the dishes with you?"
"Ah! Right! Let go now!"
Rimo began to pack her dishes, three at a time. Then Dulcinea opened her eyes.
"Why are you putting three of them? Take one out!"
"Yes? But.... "
Rimo hesitated. He thought Dulcinea was stopping by for breakfast with the Duke and Duchess. But she's saying it's just the two of them eating it?
'Your Excellency now... Is he married?'
Rimo's actions became sluggish due to reluctance.
"What are you doing? Take it out! Oh my, really."
Then Dulcinea put the tray down on the table again with an annoyed look on her face. Then she reached out and took out a fork, knife, and spoon one by one.
'Do you think you can come between us and make us eat?'
She threw away the utensils and then picked up the tray with food again.
"I'll just go. Rimo, thank you!"
Dulcinea quickly left the kitchen before anyone could catch her. She hummed her tune and walked up the stone steps.
"You came back last night."
If she had known in advance, she would not have slept and would have gone out to meet him herself. She was very disappointed about that.
"But the important thing is now."
Dulcinea shook her head to cheer herself up and tried to make her voice bright.
"Aslan must have already woken up."
Dulcinea knew him well. Aslan was a person who never once deviated from the routine he had set. Even if he drank too much, went hunting monsters the day before, or trained late into the night, he always woke up at the same time.
She knew that after waking up, the first thing he did was take a shower, eat a quick breakfast, and then head to the office.
Yes, Dulcinea knew all about Aslan. The time between him and her made that possible.
"You will praise me, right? Because I chose only the foods he liked."
It was annoying to not be able to speed up because she had to walk carefully while holding the tray, but the thought of eating breakfast with Aslan made her hum a song.
Dulcinea, who had already approached his room, had no choice but to scream.
"Oh! Wow, what a surprise!"
As the Duke and Duchess' rooms were connected, the entrance doors were placed next to each other. Right next to Aslan's room, that is, in front of the bedroom used by Hestia, someone was standing.
It was Hestia's maid, Angela. As their eyes met, Angela greeted Dulcinea with a silent bow. Because she was carrying luggage, she could excuse the fact that she could not bow according to etiquette, and Dulcinea did not take issue with that either.
Angela greeted her like that and stood facing her again.
"Hmm."
Dulcinea cleared her throat, filled with discomfort as if to hear her, and glanced at Angela out of the corner of her eye.
'What? Why doesn't she go in and just stand there and scare people?'
Dulcinea busily pouted her lips.
'Oh, I'm sure she hasn't woken up yet? Hmm, she's lazy. As expected, I feel sorry for Aslan.'
She was displeased with Hestia using the room right next to Aslan, so she scoffed bitterly in her mind. Then she snorted again as if telling Angela to listen. She wondered what did it matter to her what Angela was doing.
Dulcinea, who practiced a bright smile, briefly placed the tray on the small table next to the door and then knocked. There was no sound from inside asking her to come in, but she opened the door with the attitude that of course it was okay to come in.
Dulcinea, who had planned to go inside by pushing the door with her back to prevent it from closing, turned around while holding the tray. As a result, her gaze met Angela's again, and she could clearly see that the maid's face was colored with embarrassment as she looked at her.
"Now, wait a minute!"
Angela could be seen opening her lips as if she was about to say something to her, but it wasn't her Dulcinea who was listening. She grinned like a drug and quickly entered Aslan's room and closed the door.
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