51 The Fifth Episode: A Woman named Fearat




 When my eyes were working again, my body was on the second floor of the rundown tavern where I was based.

 It was probably night. Only the moonlight from the window gently touched the room.

 There was no sound around, and silence enveloped the world. But inside my heart is the opposite. Bewilderment and confusion swirled together in my heart, as if they hated the silence of the night.

 What happened, what happened. What had happened after that, and how had it ended?

 I can remember crossing swords with Held Stanley, and finally cracking the lizard's jaw open and making him look more presentable than usual.

 But then... I'm not sure how I managed to escape from that scene. Even I don't believe that I could have escaped alone from that scene, even though I was the one in the middle of it. In other words, someone rescued me from the scene and brought me here.

 Who the hell? Is there even such a thing as a god?
 The last thing I felt.

 I think it was the wind. The neigh of the wind. And then I remembered in my vague consciousness a voice calling me and a feeling of something wrapping me up. It was the wind that held me, that rescued me.

 --So it was a fie alert.

 There were several possibilities, but only one seemed plausible. She's the only one who can save me from that dueling ground of malice and dust.

 Of course, it's all a dream, just in case. It was possible that I was daydreaming, but as soon as I moved my fingertips to raise my body, it was denied.

 An intense pain came from my right side and crawled all over my body with great force.

 My back teeth, which I had clenched involuntarily, creaked noisily. Shaking my jaw, I could only wait for the pain to pass. The moment when the pain passes through my body is so long that I suspect it has been prolonged many times over by someone playing a trick on me.

 A cold sweat broke out on my forehead.

"...... Don't wake up. When a beast of prey, even a dragon, is injured, it will try to rest.

 Dragons can take hundreds of years to heal, if they're not careful," Fialaert said from the shadows, just hidden from the moonlight. His words were rather polite and firm.

 In addition, the surprise of the sudden call sent a jolt down my spine and caused my body to ache again.

I'm not sure what to say. Why are you hiding like that?

"How about a thank you?

 I'm not sure if you've heard of it, but I'm sure you've heard of it. You'll be able to find a lot more than just a few of them.

"So I guess I should thank you, I... You know how hard it was to get you out? And ......, I've been through a lot. Anyway, thank you! Thank you for saving my life. Or that you're glad I'm here.

 In the shadows, you can see Fialat's face fall.

 In the shadows, I see Fialaat's face fall.

 The reason is that I can't reconcile her, who looks like a sulking infant in front of me, with Fialaat La Volgograd, who I've seen in my travels, who is calm, brilliant, and shrewd in everything.

 No, of course, her words and actions up until now have been out of character in some small way, but... But this time, he must be even more out of character than he was before.

 At least he wasn't the kind of person who would show weakness to someone like me.

I guess. You should be grateful to Lugis' brother and sister. I've been on guard duty for the past few days with little sleep.

 A voice that was as calm as ever came with the sound of the door of the room opening with a bang.

 It was Wood, a huge man who had to bow to get through the door, a denizen of the poorhouse. Then his sister, Cereal, who was probably accompanied by him, came into the room. Cereal kept her lips closed and her eyes wavered somewhat awkwardly.

 But I see. A few days, huh? That means the night I'm spending now is not continuous from that day, but it's already been a while.

 I wonder if the dreamer liked my dream too much.

"Well, of course I can't thank you enough, Fialaat. If it weren't for you, I'd be sleeping with the Grim Reaper right now.

 So I said, wetting my lips in sincere respect and gratitude.

 And this is not the first time I've had my life saved by a fiery alert. She also saved my life in the underground temple.

 Truly, if it weren't for her, I'd be dead already. It seems that the goddess of luck had forsaken him, but the goddess of black hair had not.

 The words echoed in the room, including the fact that I was the one who had been killed. They must have come from the depths of my heart, from the bottom of my heart.

 But it's a shame. It's not every day you get to speak your mind so straightforwardly.

 But it's better than ingratiating yourself with Kalia. With her, you never know what she'll make you do. Words are not enough, that's for sure.

 For a moment, a strange, caged breath of embarrassment escaped Fialaat, and then he said

...... one more time. No, until I'm satisfied.

 You're lying, man.



 And so, I don't know why, but I ended up humiliating myself a few more times until Fialaat was satisfied.

 In front of Wood and Cereal.

 I realized that Fialaat was not better than Kalia.

 "Oh!

"Aaah ...... then I thank you and your sister too.

 After my throat had lost much of its moisture and Fialaat had exhaled to her satisfaction, Wood spoke up somewhat reservedly.

 Wood bends his huge body and bows his head.

He bent his huge body and bowed. "Thank you for the cereal,......, brother and sister. I can't thank you enough .......

 It was a voice that sounded like it was about to cry. I squinted my eyes. It's not just gratitude, but a mixture of regret and pettiness.

 Cereal, who remained mute, frowned at his brother's attitude and bowed his head slightly.

I'm not sure what to say, but I'm going to say it.

 It's a spitting word. It was as if something that had been weighing down on him deep in his belly had involuntarily risen to the surface, unable to bear the pain.

 He bit his lip slightly, choosing his words as he went.

You don't have to thank me, Wood, let alone Fearat. That's the deal.

 Yes, it's a contract.

 The relationship between me and my siblings is only based on a contract.