Erne told the 1st Knight Gelard, who had rushed to rescue Cain and himself, about the wooden house, the Followers he had seen there, and the spider.
But he never said anything about the letter.
“So if I close my eyes in the fog, my other senses are fine?”
Gelard stroked his beard and became lost in thought.
“Horses are said to be unaffected by the fog, Commander. Then shouldn’t other animals be okay?”
“What other animals, Marquis?”
“With the help of a trained dog, we might be able to find the advance party.”
Other knights present at the meeting agreed with Cain's idea, saying it was a good idea.
He also suggested sending the dog in with food, a small water bottle, and a signal whistle tied to its body.
The meeting seemed like it would never end, and Erne, who happened to sit in the middle of the round table, felt anxious.
'Please send me home, please.'
Erne planned to just give first aid and a quick meal and then head back to the capital, knowing that Judith would be waiting for him.
Although Erne was worried about the missing security personnel, all he could do in this situation was provide information.
So when Gelard asked Erne to come in for a meeting, he thought he only wanted to hear his report.
He had never thought that after wandering in the fog for almost three days without eating or sleeping, and with an injury to his right arm, he would be allowed to sit through this long meeting.
'Have you ever seen such a heartless old man?'
Erne shot Gelard a fierce look, telling him to let him go immediately. And Gelard, as expected, ignored him.
However, Erne did not give up and glared at Gelad. He waved his hand as if he was swatting away a mosquito, and eventually clicked his tongue as if he was displeased.
“Send those looks to your wife.”
“If you send me home, I will send it to my wife.”
Erne took the antidote and applied it, but his right arm, which was still paralyzed, rested her chin on the table.
“And I am an injured person, a patient. How can you have a patient attend such a long meeting?”
Above all, he is a physical person, not a brain person. Knowing that so clearly, why are you putting me in a place where you discuss strategies?
Erne gave Gelard a look of resentment, then glared at Cain.
If Gelard is like that, shouldn’t Cain step forward and say that the injured should be sent home? Cain flinched at Erne’s resentful gaze.
“Did you get your arm cut off, or did you get a hole in your stomach? You came out injured after barely being able to handle a spider, so how can you be joking?”
Tsk, tsk. Gelatd clicked his tongue very openly. Erne's eyes flashed with anger. Cain, feeling an ominous premonition, quickly stepped between Gelard and Erne.
If left alone, Erne's left arm seemed like it would become a sin.
“Please don’t do that. Please let Erne go, Commander. The Countess has refused to eat or drink anything and is waiting only for Erne.”
The fact that Erne was injured didn't even register with Gelard, so Cain fell for Judith, who Gelard liked.
“What, she's abstaining from eating and drinking?”
But surprisingly, the reaction came from somewhere else.
“She doesn’t eat well and just works hard, so what if she collapses? So, Marquis, why are you bringing such useless news!”
Erne slammed the table down and jumped up.
“...”
No, it's not like she stopped eating or drinking. I just exaggerated a bit to let Erne go. Don't you get that?
Cain swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
“I have to go right now.”
Gelard got up without permission and strode towards the door.
“Now you're acting like a spoiled brat.”
“I am not a pet.”
Erne shouted proudly. But everyone there thought the same thing.
Right now, the first thing a husband should worry about is his wife who is in a safe place.
I wish I could go out and die, I wish I could go out and never come back.
I had thought about this many times in my life, but I had never waited for someone so desperately.
'Now I know what it means to wait until your neck is sore.'
Sitting on the steps in front of the back door of the Count of Rhineland's residence, I chewed my fingernails and stared blankly at the night sky.
Tonight, the stars were not clearly visible in the night sky.
“Madam, don’t worry.”
“Ah, Sir Henry.”
Henry was staying at the mansion for a while in place of Erne. When he came to see me, she was holding two wine glasses in his hands.
He offered me a glass of wine, and I took it without refusing. It was a night when I needed a drink.
“Erne is a guy who will survive even in hell.”
Both Cain, who reported the disappearance, and Henry, who heard the news, believed that Erne would return alive. Of course, they were worried, but not as worried as me.
That was because Cain and Henry believed in Erne's skills, but also because they didn't know much about the fog.
“Even though he was surrounded by enemies on all sides, he managed to escape successfully.”
“The fog is not like the enemy, Sir Henry.”
I pretended to hear from the godmother about the fog. Of course, I had heard from the godmother. When she heard that Erne had disappeared in the strange fog, the godmother said,
“I think I’ve heard that there is a fog that blinds people.”
That's what I said.
Although she didn't know any other information, I had secretly suggested, "If it's the clever Gold, wouldn't it be possible to find Erne even in the fog?" and thanks to Tan remembering the tracking method at that moment, the Erne rescue operation was able to be carried out.
I don't know if it's structured or not, but anyway.
“In the fog, you have to be alert and use your head.”
And Erne, I'm sorry to say, wasn't a character who used his head from the original.
It doesn't mean he's ignorant, but it means he's not the type of person to overcome difficulties with strategy.
He was too physically fit to use his head. Erne used physical methods first, and so far, those methods have worked.
If Erne had chosen a physical method this time, such as just walking, there would have been a problem.
“He could die from exhaustion, or he could fall off a cliff and die.”
“If that’s the case, then you don’t have to worry about that, Ma’am.”
What does this mean? I looked at Henry in confusion, and Henry began to explain kindly.
“Erne has a beastly sense of humor. He’s not called the Mad Dog for nothing.”
“...So he's a crazy dog? I thought he had a bad personality.”
“Ahem, that, that means something big, but it also means praise. That the ability is very, very outstanding.”
There was a half-good and half-bad meaning to it, but it also had a sense of praise.
“Well, then, don’t worry too much, Madam. You will fall before Erne, who is wandering in the fog far away.”
“Thank you for your concern, Sir Henry.”
I couldn't figure out why I was so worried about Erne, and on the other hand, this feeling was so unfamiliar.
The wind, now quite cold, swept across my nape. I unconsciously shrugged my shoulders. Henry quickly took off his jacket after seeing me.
“Please put this on.”
“Thank you, Sir Henry. Oh? By the way, can you not hear the sound of horseshoes now?”
I sat up awkwardly at the sound of horses' hooves getting closer.
Henry got up and followed me, draping his jacket over my shoulders.
“The sound of horseshoes? I can’t hear it at all... I can hear it.”
Henry listened while keeping my jacket tucked away from my shoulders.
The sound of horse hooves quickly got closer, and soon the back door of the mansion opened wide.
“...!”
“Uh, uh..!”
The first thing I saw was the head of a familiar horse, and the next thing I saw was the face of the person I had been waiting for.
Erne. Erne, the face of the Rhineland.
Actually, I thought that if I rescued Erne, I would hear from Cain first. Then I thought Erne would come back with the others, like the rearguard or the 1st Knights.
But when Erne suddenly appeared, I and Henry wondered if this was a dream.
While we blinked our eyes in bewilderment, Erne got down from his horse.
"...What."
His head was tilted crookedly.
Cain, what's this kid doing? Miss Harrington is worried about me so much that she's not eating or drinking?
Erne had anticipated that Judith would be surprised if he returned in this way.
But he never imagined that they would be surprised to find Judith in Henry's arms, wearing Henry's jacket, in the middle of the night.
'You're cheating on me while I've been gone for a few days?'
But he never said anything about the letter.
“So if I close my eyes in the fog, my other senses are fine?”
Gelard stroked his beard and became lost in thought.
“Horses are said to be unaffected by the fog, Commander. Then shouldn’t other animals be okay?”
“What other animals, Marquis?”
“With the help of a trained dog, we might be able to find the advance party.”
Other knights present at the meeting agreed with Cain's idea, saying it was a good idea.
He also suggested sending the dog in with food, a small water bottle, and a signal whistle tied to its body.
The meeting seemed like it would never end, and Erne, who happened to sit in the middle of the round table, felt anxious.
'Please send me home, please.'
Erne planned to just give first aid and a quick meal and then head back to the capital, knowing that Judith would be waiting for him.
Although Erne was worried about the missing security personnel, all he could do in this situation was provide information.
So when Gelard asked Erne to come in for a meeting, he thought he only wanted to hear his report.
He had never thought that after wandering in the fog for almost three days without eating or sleeping, and with an injury to his right arm, he would be allowed to sit through this long meeting.
'Have you ever seen such a heartless old man?'
Erne shot Gelard a fierce look, telling him to let him go immediately. And Gelard, as expected, ignored him.
However, Erne did not give up and glared at Gelad. He waved his hand as if he was swatting away a mosquito, and eventually clicked his tongue as if he was displeased.
“Send those looks to your wife.”
“If you send me home, I will send it to my wife.”
Erne took the antidote and applied it, but his right arm, which was still paralyzed, rested her chin on the table.
“And I am an injured person, a patient. How can you have a patient attend such a long meeting?”
Above all, he is a physical person, not a brain person. Knowing that so clearly, why are you putting me in a place where you discuss strategies?
Erne gave Gelard a look of resentment, then glared at Cain.
If Gelard is like that, shouldn’t Cain step forward and say that the injured should be sent home? Cain flinched at Erne’s resentful gaze.
“Did you get your arm cut off, or did you get a hole in your stomach? You came out injured after barely being able to handle a spider, so how can you be joking?”
Tsk, tsk. Gelatd clicked his tongue very openly. Erne's eyes flashed with anger. Cain, feeling an ominous premonition, quickly stepped between Gelard and Erne.
If left alone, Erne's left arm seemed like it would become a sin.
“Please don’t do that. Please let Erne go, Commander. The Countess has refused to eat or drink anything and is waiting only for Erne.”
The fact that Erne was injured didn't even register with Gelard, so Cain fell for Judith, who Gelard liked.
“What, she's abstaining from eating and drinking?”
But surprisingly, the reaction came from somewhere else.
“She doesn’t eat well and just works hard, so what if she collapses? So, Marquis, why are you bringing such useless news!”
Erne slammed the table down and jumped up.
“...”
No, it's not like she stopped eating or drinking. I just exaggerated a bit to let Erne go. Don't you get that?
Cain swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
“I have to go right now.”
Gelard got up without permission and strode towards the door.
“Now you're acting like a spoiled brat.”
“I am not a pet.”
Erne shouted proudly. But everyone there thought the same thing.
Right now, the first thing a husband should worry about is his wife who is in a safe place.
***
I wish I could go out and die, I wish I could go out and never come back.
I had thought about this many times in my life, but I had never waited for someone so desperately.
'Now I know what it means to wait until your neck is sore.'
Sitting on the steps in front of the back door of the Count of Rhineland's residence, I chewed my fingernails and stared blankly at the night sky.
Tonight, the stars were not clearly visible in the night sky.
“Madam, don’t worry.”
“Ah, Sir Henry.”
Henry was staying at the mansion for a while in place of Erne. When he came to see me, she was holding two wine glasses in his hands.
He offered me a glass of wine, and I took it without refusing. It was a night when I needed a drink.
“Erne is a guy who will survive even in hell.”
Both Cain, who reported the disappearance, and Henry, who heard the news, believed that Erne would return alive. Of course, they were worried, but not as worried as me.
That was because Cain and Henry believed in Erne's skills, but also because they didn't know much about the fog.
“Even though he was surrounded by enemies on all sides, he managed to escape successfully.”
“The fog is not like the enemy, Sir Henry.”
I pretended to hear from the godmother about the fog. Of course, I had heard from the godmother. When she heard that Erne had disappeared in the strange fog, the godmother said,
“I think I’ve heard that there is a fog that blinds people.”
That's what I said.
Although she didn't know any other information, I had secretly suggested, "If it's the clever Gold, wouldn't it be possible to find Erne even in the fog?" and thanks to Tan remembering the tracking method at that moment, the Erne rescue operation was able to be carried out.
I don't know if it's structured or not, but anyway.
“In the fog, you have to be alert and use your head.”
And Erne, I'm sorry to say, wasn't a character who used his head from the original.
It doesn't mean he's ignorant, but it means he's not the type of person to overcome difficulties with strategy.
He was too physically fit to use his head. Erne used physical methods first, and so far, those methods have worked.
If Erne had chosen a physical method this time, such as just walking, there would have been a problem.
“He could die from exhaustion, or he could fall off a cliff and die.”
“If that’s the case, then you don’t have to worry about that, Ma’am.”
What does this mean? I looked at Henry in confusion, and Henry began to explain kindly.
“Erne has a beastly sense of humor. He’s not called the Mad Dog for nothing.”
“...So he's a crazy dog? I thought he had a bad personality.”
“Ahem, that, that means something big, but it also means praise. That the ability is very, very outstanding.”
There was a half-good and half-bad meaning to it, but it also had a sense of praise.
“Well, then, don’t worry too much, Madam. You will fall before Erne, who is wandering in the fog far away.”
“Thank you for your concern, Sir Henry.”
I couldn't figure out why I was so worried about Erne, and on the other hand, this feeling was so unfamiliar.
The wind, now quite cold, swept across my nape. I unconsciously shrugged my shoulders. Henry quickly took off his jacket after seeing me.
“Please put this on.”
“Thank you, Sir Henry. Oh? By the way, can you not hear the sound of horseshoes now?”
I sat up awkwardly at the sound of horses' hooves getting closer.
Henry got up and followed me, draping his jacket over my shoulders.
“The sound of horseshoes? I can’t hear it at all... I can hear it.”
Henry listened while keeping my jacket tucked away from my shoulders.
The sound of horse hooves quickly got closer, and soon the back door of the mansion opened wide.
“...!”
“Uh, uh..!”
The first thing I saw was the head of a familiar horse, and the next thing I saw was the face of the person I had been waiting for.
Erne. Erne, the face of the Rhineland.
Actually, I thought that if I rescued Erne, I would hear from Cain first. Then I thought Erne would come back with the others, like the rearguard or the 1st Knights.
But when Erne suddenly appeared, I and Henry wondered if this was a dream.
While we blinked our eyes in bewilderment, Erne got down from his horse.
"...What."
His head was tilted crookedly.
Cain, what's this kid doing? Miss Harrington is worried about me so much that she's not eating or drinking?
Erne had anticipated that Judith would be surprised if he returned in this way.
But he never imagined that they would be surprised to find Judith in Henry's arms, wearing Henry's jacket, in the middle of the night.
'You're cheating on me while I've been gone for a few days?'
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