"Anything?"
Her cautious voice made Barcas feel stunned.
When he was a guard knight, this woman used to call him with the tip of her chin. For the first time in his life, he felt tired from accepting all sorts of ridiculous coercion, determination, and grumpy for an unknown purpose.
He didn't like the fact that a woman who had always made unreasonable demands with shamelessness was hesitant to just have food.
He wrapped his hands, which were curled up like snail shells, and said strongly.
"Tell me whatever you want. I'll do whatever it takes to get it."
"Then... I want to eat apricots too. Fresh, not dried. And buy me candied violets and citrons. I don't like soggy. I like them crunchy."
She chatted as if she had been waiting.
Her eyes lit up like a child, and her stomach tingled as if she had swallowed a handful of feathers.
Even if he prepared all kinds of feast meals, she used to give the impression that she had filth in front of her. How many times has he suppressed the urge to push food in by forcibly opening her stubbornly closed mouth?
Suddenly, he realized that he had wanted to see her eat to her heart's content for a long time.
At the time, he thought it was just an annoyance from the act of throwing food that she hadn't eaten back, but in fact, he was just upset.
"And again?"
As the fever rose, Barcas wrapped his hand around her hot cheeks and urged her, and the flush that stained her face deepened.
The woman, who had been hesitating as she rolled her moist eyes around, opened her mouth awkwardly.
"Why, there is a drink I drink during our tour of the East. It was made by fermenting goat's milk. I want to eat that too."
Compared to what was mentioned earlier, it was a trivial request.
For a moment, he looked disgusted at the difficult request for food that even commoners enjoyed, but for a moment, he remembered that he had fed the drink himself and swallowed his dry saliva.
When he remembered the touch of her small tongue that had been wrapped up like honey, his lower stomach became as hard as a stone.
Barcas took a deep breath and slowly stood up. It seemed like he was going to force her to do something she didn't want to do.
"I can prepare that drink right away. I'll tell the maid to take as much as you want."
"You bring it yourself."
Suddenly, her hand clung to the hem of his clothes.
As he was about to turn, Barcas paused and looked down at her.
Her voice became incomprehensible.
"Not now, but in the evening."
In an instant, a feeling similar to dizziness came over him.
He closed his eyes and opened them. Fortunately, a calm answer flowed out.
"I understand. I'll take care of it myself."
The woman who was looking up slowly nodded and let go of the hem of his clothes.
"Yes. Then let's go."
Then he nodded arrogantly.
Barcas, who was staring down at her, couldn't resist the urge to sweep over her body and eventually snatched her by the nape of her neck.
Her eyes widened in surprise in an instant. He looked into her sticky pupils like a bottomless swamp and thrust his tongue deep into her mouth.
The hot mucous membrane has been absorbing him. No matter how many times he repeated it, his intestines seemed to melt away from the stimulation that never got tired of it.
He clenched his small chin and pushed his tongue deep in and out as if he were inserting it.
Barcas repeated it until he lost his mind, and only after his body became unbearably hot did he barely lift his head.
Her eyes, which met in the bright light, were like high-purity minerals without any impurities.
He was immersed in that strangely dark blue Iris, and the woman who was breathing heavily pushed his shoulder.
"Stop now, you said you'll go to the military camp in one hour."
He turned his gaze to the window. It didn't seem like that much time had passed, but he didn't think he would be able to leave his place forever if he stayed here any longer.
Swallowing a sigh, Barcas reluctantly stood up.
"Then get some rest."
"See you later."
She leaned her face on her lap and muttered in a hoarse voice. He struggled to turn his footsteps so that he couldn't bear to fall.
Before entering the conference room, she told him to stop by the kitchen and prepare the food she wanted to eat. Fresh fruits should be entrusted to merchants in the south, but long-term foods such as pickled violets and citron will not be difficult to obtain.
In addition, he thought about the foods she might like. He wanted to feed her nutritious foods such as meat and vegetables, but for now. He was satisfied that she became interested in eating.
He instructed the butler to bring in the traders as soon as possible, and then left the city.
When Barcas entered the building used by the Wolfram Lancers, he was greeted by a practical space without a single common decorative cabinet.
Most of the warriors were stationed on the outskirts of the territory these days, defeating monsters and marauders, so the inside of the building was empty and quiet.
Barcas passed through the hall where various weapons were displayed and climbed the stairs.
In the conference room, three warriors with strong physiques were guarding their seats. After giving them a formal greeting, Barcas went straight to the point.
In any case, the only measures that could be taken right now were to strengthen the defenses of the northern border area and stockpile weapons and military supplies.
He wrote coded orders and assigned each of the knights their own tasks. He was instructed to double the number of Informants and to hire trusted merchants and mercenaries to procure military supplies at any time.
"Wouldn't it be better for us to gather additional troops, too?"
A young knight who had been listening to his story for a while had expressed his opinion.
Barcas, who was touching his chin, nodded slowly.
"It's better to prepare for it in a way that is not noticeable. Tell the lords of various places to secretly send messages to replenish their troops."
Suddenly, he had a feeling that that might not be enough.
"And gather useful skirmishers. You'd better investigate the Balto border closely."
"...Do you really think they will fight a war of independence in Balto?"
"If they have the chance, they will show their teeth at any time."
Barcas, who was looking down at the map spread out on the table, rubbed his brows and added.
"It would be best to prevent a war from breaking out in advance, but there is nothing wrong with preparing for the worst."
Then he picked up a quill, quickly marked the area to be surveyed, and then moved on to the next agenda.
To see how far the Heimdall family's influence extended, he also had to mobilize the family's information network.
After that, he had to carefully remove their limbs. If the rats are infested, the whole house cannot be burned down, so even if it is troublesome, the only way to dry the seeds little by little is to use poison and set traps.
"It's better to buy the guild leader of the Silver Alliance in advance. Let's make a spot soon."
"It won't be easy. The current guild leader is known to be from Balto's aristocratic family."
"Even so, he's a merchant. He even sat in the position of chairman of the union, which dominates the northeast, so he probably has a business temperament to the core."
Barcas leaned against the back of his chair and spat out coldly.
"If he's foolish enough to refuse my offer, just change the guild leader. I have seen a few suitable people during my tour of the East, so please contact me in advance."
The faces of the staff showed signs of surprise at his unstoppable remarks, and then disappeared.
The man who questioned nodded with a sullen face.
"I know what you mean."
Barcas gave a few more instructions and then stood up.
It's too early to judge, but the Heimdall family probably doesn't have the heart to go to war right away.
They also want to have enough time to prepare. This winter, they need to weaken their Influence enough.
He left the conference room with his burning eyelids pressed.
After some tasks, when he returned to the main castle, the sun was already tilting over the city walls.
As always, it was a day without time to breathe, but today it was particularly terribly long.
Barcas stepped into the Great Hall and headed straight to the kitchen.
From there, the servants came out with a drink and some snacks to feed her, and a familiar voice came from behind him.
"Your Excellency."
Turning his head over his shoulder, Barcas narrowed his eyes when he saw a well-groomed face with a strong sign of nervousness.
The Eastern Healer opened her mouth with a sarcastic expression.
"I have something to tell you."
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