I gave the horse a thumbs up. The horse must have been worried about its masters because when I opened the front door in the morning, it came into the mansion and walked around as if on patrol.
Even though I usually left the front door of the mansion wide open, he never came in.
“You know what, Erne? Every time the Old Gods showed up, he would cry and warn us?”
As beasts, the horse sensed the presence of the ancient Gods and warned me and Erne by neighing and kicking.
Even though I usually left the front door of the mansion wide open, he never came in.
“You know what, Erne? Every time the Old Gods showed up, he would cry and warn us?”
As beasts, the horse sensed the presence of the ancient Gods and warned me and Erne by neighing and kicking.
Unfortunately, neither of them heard the warning.
“I can’t give such a clever horse a name.”
"This is real, right?”
“I can’t give such a clever horse a name.”
"This is real, right?”
I took advantage of Erne's confusion to try to bite his finger which was pressing against the tip of my nose, but Erne quickly dodged.
“I see. So what are you going to name your horse?”
“I have to give it the best name.”
I smiled prettily as I looked at the horse.
“Gold.”
"Uh?"
“Gold, the best.”
...Yeah, that would be the best thing for me.
Erne looked at his loyal horse with innocent eyes. His horse, which did not look like gold at all.
But what if it wasn't money or incense? Erne consoled himself with these words.
“Then next question. Who is Yu-Jin? Why did you tell him your name was Yu-Jin?”
An hour ago, Henry, who had woken up before Judith, told Erne what had happened. Erne was convinced as he read the book containing the ancient God-slaying method.
The voice that said my name was Yu-Jin was Judith's.
"That is."
As expected, you heard me.
“I know I'm not dreaming.”
“I didn't even get bitten.”
“I see. So what are you going to name your horse?”
“I have to give it the best name.”
I smiled prettily as I looked at the horse.
“Gold.”
"Uh?"
“Gold, the best.”
...Yeah, that would be the best thing for me.
Erne looked at his loyal horse with innocent eyes. His horse, which did not look like gold at all.
But what if it wasn't money or incense? Erne consoled himself with these words.
“Then next question. Who is Yu-Jin? Why did you tell him your name was Yu-Jin?”
An hour ago, Henry, who had woken up before Judith, told Erne what had happened. Erne was convinced as he read the book containing the ancient God-slaying method.
The voice that said my name was Yu-Jin was Judith's.
"That is."
As expected, you heard me.
Judith chewed the tender flesh in her mouth. When she first thought of this operation, she expected Henry to hear her voice. But she didn't know Erne would hear it.
Anyway, Judith prepared an excuse. She can't tell him the truth about it.
“My name was Eugene Harrington when I was young. I changed my name in the middle of the year.”
“Eugene? Your name was Eugene?”
"Yes."
A faint crack appeared between Erne's eyebrows. Will it work?
Even if it didn't work, she was going to insist that it was a weird name. If people said it was a weird name, she could just say that's why she changed it.
“That’s usually a male name.”
Anyway, Judith prepared an excuse. She can't tell him the truth about it.
“My name was Eugene Harrington when I was young. I changed my name in the middle of the year.”
“Eugene? Your name was Eugene?”
"Yes."
A faint crack appeared between Erne's eyebrows. Will it work?
Even if it didn't work, she was going to insist that it was a weird name. If people said it was a weird name, she could just say that's why she changed it.
“That’s usually a male name.”
Yes. Judith breathed a sigh of relief.
“That’s why I changed it. Everyone said it was a man’s name.”
“I see.”
“Yes, I couldn’t save the twins, so I took advantage of having two names.”
Fortunately, Erne didn't ask any more questions.
“Then next question.”
“Do you have any more questions?”
“If you had done something wrong, you could have died. Why did you do something so dangerous?”
Of course, it was to save Erne. Judith even boasted earlier, saying that he should be thankful that she saved his life.
But when Erne asked seriously, she felt awkward answering.
I risked my life to save you.
“That’s why I changed it. Everyone said it was a man’s name.”
“I see.”
“Yes, I couldn’t save the twins, so I took advantage of having two names.”
Fortunately, Erne didn't ask any more questions.
“Then next question.”
“Do you have any more questions?”
“If you had done something wrong, you could have died. Why did you do something so dangerous?”
Of course, it was to save Erne. Judith even boasted earlier, saying that he should be thankful that she saved his life.
But when Erne asked seriously, she felt awkward answering.
I risked my life to save you.
Judith had never said or heard such a shameful thing in her entire life. It was not easy for her lips to part.
“What would have happened if you had died?”
When Judith didn't answer, Erne tapped her nose.
“What would have happened if you had died?”
When Judith didn't answer, Erne tapped her nose.
Even if you save me, it'll be chaos.
“Well, well, I did it because I was confident. Oh, that’s right.”
Judith, who was answering in circles as best as she could, suddenly remembered that she had completely forgotten something very important.
Judith grabbed Erne's arm, which was still pressing against her nose, and pulled it down.
“I found a way to find the medium of red wine.”
"What?"
“It’s a book about the ancient Gods, and I got it from a shaman named Ceres. Erne, you remember? Why, the shaman who sold the cursed ring to Baron Briggs’s daughter.”
Judith told Erne exactly what Ceres had said.
“I don’t know if he’s one of the followers like the Red Wine Medium, or if it’s just a business relationship. In any case, wouldn’t it be possible to use him to approach the Red Wine Medium?”
The red wine medium that Marquis Mosley has been searching the capital like crazy but has not been able to catch.
Some of the Third Order knights who escaped from Loam and execution were also wandering around with the medium, so they were probably hiding in the same place.
If you use Ceres well, you can catch them all at once.
“I guess I should go and hear about it first.”
As Judith had intended, Erne stopped paying attention to anything else as soon as the story of the followers came up.
“Do you know where that guy is?”
Judith secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
A white cloth soaked in salt water and stiffened by the salt, cow's blood, a large brush, and a piece of paper densely filled with something written in small letters.
Ceres looked over the items on the table and nodded with satisfaction.
Ceres carefully packed the items into his bag and opened the jewelry box.
From inside the jewelry box, he took out a long bracelet made of pitch-black obsidian spheres.
“It’s nonsense, but why does it have to be a cow? It’s so troublesome.”
Although there was grumbling, only the method of handling the ancient things was passed down, and the reason for it was not known.
Perhaps, as time passed, only the most important information remained.
“Anyway, I’m really lucky this time.”
“Are you lucky?”
Ceres, who was answering absentmindedly, was startled when he saw someone roughly opening the tent and coming in.
Ceres instinctively stepped back. It was an excellent choice because the longsword was stuck right where he was.
If he had been standing there, his instep would have been pierced right through.
“I’m really lucky.”
“This, this is crazy.”
“Wow, crazy.”
Isn't he a total lunatic? Judith shook her shoulders as she watched Erne take out his sword and stab it in the ground.
This is crazy, really.
When setting out to meet Ceres, it was clearly stated that a conversation would begin.
He said he would test first to see if Ceres was a follower or not, but is this a test?
“Well, well, I did it because I was confident. Oh, that’s right.”
Judith, who was answering in circles as best as she could, suddenly remembered that she had completely forgotten something very important.
Judith grabbed Erne's arm, which was still pressing against her nose, and pulled it down.
“I found a way to find the medium of red wine.”
"What?"
“It’s a book about the ancient Gods, and I got it from a shaman named Ceres. Erne, you remember? Why, the shaman who sold the cursed ring to Baron Briggs’s daughter.”
Judith told Erne exactly what Ceres had said.
“I don’t know if he’s one of the followers like the Red Wine Medium, or if it’s just a business relationship. In any case, wouldn’t it be possible to use him to approach the Red Wine Medium?”
The red wine medium that Marquis Mosley has been searching the capital like crazy but has not been able to catch.
Some of the Third Order knights who escaped from Loam and execution were also wandering around with the medium, so they were probably hiding in the same place.
If you use Ceres well, you can catch them all at once.
“I guess I should go and hear about it first.”
As Judith had intended, Erne stopped paying attention to anything else as soon as the story of the followers came up.
“Do you know where that guy is?”
Judith secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
***
A white cloth soaked in salt water and stiffened by the salt, cow's blood, a large brush, and a piece of paper densely filled with something written in small letters.
Ceres looked over the items on the table and nodded with satisfaction.
Ceres carefully packed the items into his bag and opened the jewelry box.
From inside the jewelry box, he took out a long bracelet made of pitch-black obsidian spheres.
“It’s nonsense, but why does it have to be a cow? It’s so troublesome.”
Although there was grumbling, only the method of handling the ancient things was passed down, and the reason for it was not known.
Perhaps, as time passed, only the most important information remained.
“Anyway, I’m really lucky this time.”
“Are you lucky?”
“Well, well, well, I don't have many days like this, who are you?”
Ceres instinctively stepped back. It was an excellent choice because the longsword was stuck right where he was.
If he had been standing there, his instep would have been pierced right through.
“I’m really lucky.”
“This, this is crazy.”
“Wow, crazy.”
Isn't he a total lunatic? Judith shook her shoulders as she watched Erne take out his sword and stab it in the ground.
This is crazy, really.
When setting out to meet Ceres, it was clearly stated that a conversation would begin.
He said he would test first to see if Ceres was a follower or not, but is this a test?
Because he keeps saying this out of the blue, even though Erne saved the country, his nickname is the mad dog of the empire.
Judith clicked her tongue inwardly. It was a law that one should not provoke someone with a sword.
“Who, who are you?”
Ceres's throat throbbed loudly. His eyes rolled around.
“You’re trying to run away? Riding that oxcart outside?”
Erne smiled brightly as if telling Ceres to try running away if he could.
“No, that’s not it, no, aren’t you the one who came with Baroness Brigsg’s daughter at that time?”
Ceres, who had been rolling his eyes, spotted Judith. His eyes, which had at first sparkled as if he was holding onto a rope, soon became furrowed.
“Are you also following him?”
"Yes?"
Who are you?
“Isn’t it?”
Ceres frowned as he didn't understand it and shouted in frustration at Judith who tilted her head.
“Then what the hell are you guys?”
Follower.
That was a title that followers used to call each other. Judging from the fact that they even knew that title, it seemed like they weren't just business partners.
“Why did you think we were one of them?”
Erne asked, seeming displeased.
“That person bought a book about mummies a while ago.”
And Ceres was about to go and steal away the mummy that had just killed its master and was in trouble.
But at that very moment, the woman who had gone to ask about the mummy was rushed in by a man with a knife. She thought that they had found out about her plan to steal the mummy without telling the followers and had come to kill him.
“So that mummy was made by followers?”
Erne retrieved the longsword but still had the dagger out and pointed the tip at Ceres.
Ceres shrugged his shoulders and shook his head.
“It wasn’t created by the followers; they owned it.”
“Why did they put this up for auction? Is it for the money?”
“No. I know that they keep it and sometimes unwrap it when they need to. I don’t know if you know, but that mummy is not an ordinary thing.”
I know, I know too well.
Judith clicked her tongue inwardly. It was a law that one should not provoke someone with a sword.
“Who, who are you?”
Ceres's throat throbbed loudly. His eyes rolled around.
“You’re trying to run away? Riding that oxcart outside?”
Erne smiled brightly as if telling Ceres to try running away if he could.
“No, that’s not it, no, aren’t you the one who came with Baroness Brigsg’s daughter at that time?”
Ceres, who had been rolling his eyes, spotted Judith. His eyes, which had at first sparkled as if he was holding onto a rope, soon became furrowed.
“Are you also following him?”
"Yes?"
Who are you?
“Isn’t it?”
Ceres frowned as he didn't understand it and shouted in frustration at Judith who tilted her head.
“Then what the hell are you guys?”
***
Follower.
That was a title that followers used to call each other. Judging from the fact that they even knew that title, it seemed like they weren't just business partners.
“Why did you think we were one of them?”
Erne asked, seeming displeased.
“That person bought a book about mummies a while ago.”
And Ceres was about to go and steal away the mummy that had just killed its master and was in trouble.
But at that very moment, the woman who had gone to ask about the mummy was rushed in by a man with a knife. She thought that they had found out about her plan to steal the mummy without telling the followers and had come to kill him.
“So that mummy was made by followers?”
Erne retrieved the longsword but still had the dagger out and pointed the tip at Ceres.
Ceres shrugged his shoulders and shook his head.
“It wasn’t created by the followers; they owned it.”
“Why did they put this up for auction? Is it for the money?”
“No. I know that they keep it and sometimes unwrap it when they need to. I don’t know if you know, but that mummy is not an ordinary thing.”
I know, I know too well.
Erne and Judith sighed at the same time.
“There’s something fishy about what you’re saying. You say you’re not a follower, but you know very well how they use the mummy.”
“No. It’s just a transactional relationship. However, since we’ve been doing business for a long time, there are things that I come to know even if I don’t want to know.”
Ceres was dealing with the followers, especially the mediums of red wine.
“The followers move like a sect. The Red Wine Medium is not just a nickname. The name of the organization is ‘Red Wine.’”
Red Wine is the name of an organization, and the Red Wine Medium is said to be the head of that organization.
And it is said that the organization is not only made up of psychics, but also of people with outstanding physical strength, quick wits, and good looks.
“So I only know the Red Wine medium, and I don’t know much about the other followers. I don’t even know their faces. That’s why I suspected you two of them as followers.”
It wasn't a lie that he had explained to Layla and Judith that he was a retailer. Ceres had received an amulet, which was like a talisman in this world, for free from the red wine medium.
The crying ring that Layla bought was also an amulet they made. The curse amulets made by the followers were of much better quality than those made by Ceres himself.
“At first, I gained fame by selling it.”
As word of mouth spread, nobles naturally came to visit him. Then, the red wine medium gave an order disguised as a suggestion.
“If a rich or powerful family came to visit, they were asked to hand over a defective item.”
“There’s something fishy about what you’re saying. You say you’re not a follower, but you know very well how they use the mummy.”
“No. It’s just a transactional relationship. However, since we’ve been doing business for a long time, there are things that I come to know even if I don’t want to know.”
Ceres was dealing with the followers, especially the mediums of red wine.
“The followers move like a sect. The Red Wine Medium is not just a nickname. The name of the organization is ‘Red Wine.’”
Red Wine is the name of an organization, and the Red Wine Medium is said to be the head of that organization.
And it is said that the organization is not only made up of psychics, but also of people with outstanding physical strength, quick wits, and good looks.
“So I only know the Red Wine medium, and I don’t know much about the other followers. I don’t even know their faces. That’s why I suspected you two of them as followers.”
It wasn't a lie that he had explained to Layla and Judith that he was a retailer. Ceres had received an amulet, which was like a talisman in this world, for free from the red wine medium.
The crying ring that Layla bought was also an amulet they made. The curse amulets made by the followers were of much better quality than those made by Ceres himself.
“At first, I gained fame by selling it.”
As word of mouth spread, nobles naturally came to visit him. Then, the red wine medium gave an order disguised as a suggestion.
“If a rich or powerful family came to visit, they were asked to hand over a defective item.”
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