And the knights looked extremely embarrassed. They had been warned never to leave the young master's side, but their gold pouches were too heavy to stay so and stretch out.
He claimed that it was just for a drink at the festival, but that amount of money could have bought a bar, not just alcohol.
Of course, it wasn't that big or nice a place, and it was just the price of a small tavern frequented by commoners.
“Come back here in five hours. I’m sure he’s not going anywhere.”
“...Yes, Master. Five hours. Do you have to keep your promise?”
And the knights, unable to resist the temptation of money, took their bags with heavy hands and left one by one.
Gerald, who had used the same trick on the groom, said that it was really just the two of them and led Aila into a building.
She looked inside the building with a suspicious expression, but thankfully, it didn't seem like anything suspicious. It was just a neat cafe, decorated with plants everywhere.
“Welcome.”
A staff member wearing a stylish bow tie welcomed them.
In fact, while Aila, who was visiting a cafe for the first time in her life, looked around, Gerald chatted secretly with the employees and quickly reserved a private room.
It was a spacious room with soft, comfortable sofas lining the walls.
‘...Are you saying you really came all the way here just to go to a cafe?’
In fact, if you just wanted a sweet drink and dessert, you wouldn't have had to come all this way.
As she sat down on the sofa, thinking he was strange, Gerald sat right next to her, even though there were plenty of other seats available.
She could have just told him to get out of here and pushed him away, but Aila decided to just watch, wanting to see what on earth he was up to.
A moment later, the drink Gerald ordered arrived. It was a tea steeped in honey, made with a fruit she'd never seen before. Judging by its appearance, it looked like a lemon or orange, but the flesh was a very deep orange.
And even after the tea came out, Gerald continued to act suspiciously.
The waitress offered to pour the tea into a pretty glass, but told her to drink it herself and leave the teapot behind.
The waiter, though puzzled, put down the kettle and left when the customer ordered it, and only then did Aila fully grasp Gerald's plan.
Gerald pulled a small vial from his jacket pocket. He then poured a drop of its liquid into one of the glasses.
Of course, he thought he was acting secretly so that Aila wouldn't find out, but he was so clumsy that he ended up getting caught.
‘...That medicine can’t possibly be a good tonic for the body.’
Aila stared incredulously at Gerald, who casually handed her the glass filled with the medicine. It was truly foolish to think he'd made such a blatant move and gone unnoticed.
She thought about just throwing tea on that sullen face, but she held back because she was afraid that if he got burned by the boiling tea, it would be difficult to clean up.
'I don't even know exactly what kind of medicine it is.'
Lost in thought for a moment, Aila brought the cup to her lips, pretending to drink. Gerald's eyes flashed with triumph.
'Look at this.'
She sighed inwardly and put down her teacup.
Aila didn't know what he was planning, but now that she'd noticed, she had no intention of playing along with Gerald's wishes.
“Why, why? It doesn’t suit my taste?”
When she put the tea down again without drinking it, Gerald asked impatiently.
Aila shook her head and fluttered her voluminous eyelashes.
“No, that’s not it... I want to try that.”
"That?"
“Before, there was that one. Chocolate pound cake.”
Gerald's face turned bright red as she looked up at him with that 'pitiful expression' she often used to soften Cloud's heart.
At that time, she ignored him, telling him to eat on his own, but then she suddenly wondered why he was acting this way, and she ended up giving in to the temptation.
“...Really? This cafe probably has it too. I’ll order it for you.”
And while he foolishly fell into Aila's trap and pulled the string to call the servant, Aila quickly turned the glasses over.
The delicately crafted glasses were exactly the same shape, so Gerald ordered the chocolate cake that Ayla had been craving, not even realizing that the glasses had been switched.
As Aila laughed at his foolishness and brought the cup to her lips to take a sip, Gerald also happily drank the tea placed in front of him.
The slightly bitter yet sweet and sour taste was excellent.
She thought something would change after taking the medicine. It wasn't a drug that took effect quickly, and Gerald didn't show any change until the waiter brought the cake.
“...Don’t let anyone in here until I call you, yes?”
Je seemed perfectly normal, even going so far as to threaten her like this, wondering what on earth he was planning to do alone, leaving the employees behind.
'What kind of drugs did you take? Didn't they have any effect?'
It was so normal that nothing happened, and she was thinking like this.
But after a while, Gerald started rubbing his eyes as if they were starting to close, and he even started yawning.
And then right after.
He fell asleep, snoring lightly.
'It was a sleeping pill.'
Since Aila was stronger and faster than him, he didn't think he could do anything, so she guessed he was going to put her to sleep and do something terrible to her.
She thought about taking out her hidden dagger and making him lose his manhood, but then she changed her plan, thinking that maybe this was her chance.
"...Hey."
Gerald didn't even wake up when Aila stabbed him in the face with the back of a blunt knife. He must have been in a very deep sleep.
She rummaged through Gerald's pockets, having seen the money bag he'd left behind after stabbing the knights.
'...Four and a half hours from now. Until the knights come to pick me up, I'm truly free.'
Aila tossed the pouch into the air and then caught it again. The coins inside made a jingling sound.
She was out to enjoy the festival anyway. Since that horned calf had ruined her plans, she figured she might as well spend his money to enjoy the festival a little.
She had seen the way from the festival street to here on the carriage, so she could find it on her own.
There was no one to watch her, no one to disturb her. All she had to do was leisurely return on time.
Aila opened the window slightly and carefully left the cafe, avoiding people's eyes.
The outside air couldn't be that sweet.
Aila, as always, quickly climbed onto the roof. There was no particular need, but it felt strange to walk with both feet on the ground like everyone else.
And that was her world.
Looking down from a high place, she could quickly find a shortcut to the festival street.
Aila jumped over the fence, ran across the rooftops, and ran to where the festival was in full swing.
Soon she arrived at the scene of a festival filled with excitement.
Actually, at first, she had planned to join those happy people and have a good time. But even just watching from above, she felt like the happiness was contagious.
So she decided to stay on the roof for a while.
Because there was still plenty of time.
People dancing and singing, clinking glasses and laughing over trivial conversations.
“Mom, I want that!! Buy me that! Yes?”
“Oh my, this kid again! After eating all that, do you still have room to eat?”
Children who hold their mother's hand and throw a tantrum, asking her to buy them the food they want.
It was a beautiful sight that brought tears to her eyes.
It might be an ordinary day for others.
For Aila, these were scenes she wanted to keep in her eyes and heart.
She had been looking down at the festival site from such a high place, and then she came down to the roof, feeling her heart, which had always felt empty, filled.
Now, she wanted to experience that vivid heat directly with her body.
The first thing Aila bought was a sandwich-like food she had been curious about for a while, stuffed with meat and vegetables between thin slices of bread.
It was a little spicy for her, as she wasn't used to spicy flavors, but it was still very tasty.
As she cooled her cold tongue with the sweet and cool yogurt drink, she felt so excited that she found herself smiling for no reason.
"Come on, come on! Give it a try! Throw a shuriken and hit the target, and you'll win a prize!"
“Daddy, it’s me, that doll! Doll!!”
And after walking for a while, a rather interesting shop caught her eye. It was an arcade where you could win prizes by hitting targets with daggers.
“What, that rabbit doll? That’s easy enough.”
As the daughter tugged at her father's shirt and begged him to play, he rolled up his sleeves and joined the game.
But the result is...
“Oh, it’s a dud. Is there no next challenger?”
The knife he threw did not even reach the target and ended in vain.
“...Hmph. I hate you, Dad.”
The girl who desperately wanted a rabbit doll was so disappointed that she burst into tears.
Aila, who was watching the scene, paid a single coin as an entry fee and participated in the game.
"Yes? Are you saying Young Lady will be participating? It'll be harder than I thought..."
When told that a young girl dressed quite fancy was participating, the shop owner seemed embarrassed and tried to dissuade her.
Even though it was made for the game and was duller than a real weapon, if you threw the shuriken wrong and got hurt, you would definitely get scolded for hurting a noble lady.
But the shop owner's words didn't make any sense.
“...Stop talking and just give me the sword.”
He claimed that it was just for a drink at the festival, but that amount of money could have bought a bar, not just alcohol.
Of course, it wasn't that big or nice a place, and it was just the price of a small tavern frequented by commoners.
“Come back here in five hours. I’m sure he’s not going anywhere.”
“...Yes, Master. Five hours. Do you have to keep your promise?”
And the knights, unable to resist the temptation of money, took their bags with heavy hands and left one by one.
Gerald, who had used the same trick on the groom, said that it was really just the two of them and led Aila into a building.
She looked inside the building with a suspicious expression, but thankfully, it didn't seem like anything suspicious. It was just a neat cafe, decorated with plants everywhere.
“Welcome.”
A staff member wearing a stylish bow tie welcomed them.
In fact, while Aila, who was visiting a cafe for the first time in her life, looked around, Gerald chatted secretly with the employees and quickly reserved a private room.
It was a spacious room with soft, comfortable sofas lining the walls.
‘...Are you saying you really came all the way here just to go to a cafe?’
In fact, if you just wanted a sweet drink and dessert, you wouldn't have had to come all this way.
As she sat down on the sofa, thinking he was strange, Gerald sat right next to her, even though there were plenty of other seats available.
She could have just told him to get out of here and pushed him away, but Aila decided to just watch, wanting to see what on earth he was up to.
A moment later, the drink Gerald ordered arrived. It was a tea steeped in honey, made with a fruit she'd never seen before. Judging by its appearance, it looked like a lemon or orange, but the flesh was a very deep orange.
And even after the tea came out, Gerald continued to act suspiciously.
The waitress offered to pour the tea into a pretty glass, but told her to drink it herself and leave the teapot behind.
The waiter, though puzzled, put down the kettle and left when the customer ordered it, and only then did Aila fully grasp Gerald's plan.
Gerald pulled a small vial from his jacket pocket. He then poured a drop of its liquid into one of the glasses.
Of course, he thought he was acting secretly so that Aila wouldn't find out, but he was so clumsy that he ended up getting caught.
‘...That medicine can’t possibly be a good tonic for the body.’
Aila stared incredulously at Gerald, who casually handed her the glass filled with the medicine. It was truly foolish to think he'd made such a blatant move and gone unnoticed.
She thought about just throwing tea on that sullen face, but she held back because she was afraid that if he got burned by the boiling tea, it would be difficult to clean up.
'I don't even know exactly what kind of medicine it is.'
Lost in thought for a moment, Aila brought the cup to her lips, pretending to drink. Gerald's eyes flashed with triumph.
'Look at this.'
She sighed inwardly and put down her teacup.
Aila didn't know what he was planning, but now that she'd noticed, she had no intention of playing along with Gerald's wishes.
“Why, why? It doesn’t suit my taste?”
When she put the tea down again without drinking it, Gerald asked impatiently.
Aila shook her head and fluttered her voluminous eyelashes.
“No, that’s not it... I want to try that.”
"That?"
“Before, there was that one. Chocolate pound cake.”
Gerald's face turned bright red as she looked up at him with that 'pitiful expression' she often used to soften Cloud's heart.
At that time, she ignored him, telling him to eat on his own, but then she suddenly wondered why he was acting this way, and she ended up giving in to the temptation.
“...Really? This cafe probably has it too. I’ll order it for you.”
And while he foolishly fell into Aila's trap and pulled the string to call the servant, Aila quickly turned the glasses over.
The delicately crafted glasses were exactly the same shape, so Gerald ordered the chocolate cake that Ayla had been craving, not even realizing that the glasses had been switched.
As Aila laughed at his foolishness and brought the cup to her lips to take a sip, Gerald also happily drank the tea placed in front of him.
The slightly bitter yet sweet and sour taste was excellent.
She thought something would change after taking the medicine. It wasn't a drug that took effect quickly, and Gerald didn't show any change until the waiter brought the cake.
“...Don’t let anyone in here until I call you, yes?”
Je seemed perfectly normal, even going so far as to threaten her like this, wondering what on earth he was planning to do alone, leaving the employees behind.
'What kind of drugs did you take? Didn't they have any effect?'
It was so normal that nothing happened, and she was thinking like this.
But after a while, Gerald started rubbing his eyes as if they were starting to close, and he even started yawning.
And then right after.
He fell asleep, snoring lightly.
'It was a sleeping pill.'
Since Aila was stronger and faster than him, he didn't think he could do anything, so she guessed he was going to put her to sleep and do something terrible to her.
She thought about taking out her hidden dagger and making him lose his manhood, but then she changed her plan, thinking that maybe this was her chance.
"...Hey."
Gerald didn't even wake up when Aila stabbed him in the face with the back of a blunt knife. He must have been in a very deep sleep.
She rummaged through Gerald's pockets, having seen the money bag he'd left behind after stabbing the knights.
'...Four and a half hours from now. Until the knights come to pick me up, I'm truly free.'
Aila tossed the pouch into the air and then caught it again. The coins inside made a jingling sound.
She was out to enjoy the festival anyway. Since that horned calf had ruined her plans, she figured she might as well spend his money to enjoy the festival a little.
She had seen the way from the festival street to here on the carriage, so she could find it on her own.
There was no one to watch her, no one to disturb her. All she had to do was leisurely return on time.
Aila opened the window slightly and carefully left the cafe, avoiding people's eyes.
The outside air couldn't be that sweet.
Aila, as always, quickly climbed onto the roof. There was no particular need, but it felt strange to walk with both feet on the ground like everyone else.
And that was her world.
Looking down from a high place, she could quickly find a shortcut to the festival street.
Aila jumped over the fence, ran across the rooftops, and ran to where the festival was in full swing.
Soon she arrived at the scene of a festival filled with excitement.
Actually, at first, she had planned to join those happy people and have a good time. But even just watching from above, she felt like the happiness was contagious.
So she decided to stay on the roof for a while.
Because there was still plenty of time.
People dancing and singing, clinking glasses and laughing over trivial conversations.
“Mom, I want that!! Buy me that! Yes?”
“Oh my, this kid again! After eating all that, do you still have room to eat?”
Children who hold their mother's hand and throw a tantrum, asking her to buy them the food they want.
It was a beautiful sight that brought tears to her eyes.
It might be an ordinary day for others.
For Aila, these were scenes she wanted to keep in her eyes and heart.
She had been looking down at the festival site from such a high place, and then she came down to the roof, feeling her heart, which had always felt empty, filled.
Now, she wanted to experience that vivid heat directly with her body.
The first thing Aila bought was a sandwich-like food she had been curious about for a while, stuffed with meat and vegetables between thin slices of bread.
It was a little spicy for her, as she wasn't used to spicy flavors, but it was still very tasty.
As she cooled her cold tongue with the sweet and cool yogurt drink, she felt so excited that she found herself smiling for no reason.
"Come on, come on! Give it a try! Throw a shuriken and hit the target, and you'll win a prize!"
“Daddy, it’s me, that doll! Doll!!”
And after walking for a while, a rather interesting shop caught her eye. It was an arcade where you could win prizes by hitting targets with daggers.
“What, that rabbit doll? That’s easy enough.”
As the daughter tugged at her father's shirt and begged him to play, he rolled up his sleeves and joined the game.
But the result is...
“Oh, it’s a dud. Is there no next challenger?”
The knife he threw did not even reach the target and ended in vain.
“...Hmph. I hate you, Dad.”
The girl who desperately wanted a rabbit doll was so disappointed that she burst into tears.
Aila, who was watching the scene, paid a single coin as an entry fee and participated in the game.
"Yes? Are you saying Young Lady will be participating? It'll be harder than I thought..."
When told that a young girl dressed quite fancy was participating, the shop owner seemed embarrassed and tried to dissuade her.
Even though it was made for the game and was duller than a real weapon, if you threw the shuriken wrong and got hurt, you would definitely get scolded for hurting a noble lady.
But the shop owner's words didn't make any sense.
“...Stop talking and just give me the sword.”
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