Chapter 120: Chapter 119

Episode 119

Translator : Missme

Editor : Aru

“Oh, my lady!”

Bessie called me in a startled voice. It was worth it. Aside from the content, the visuals were so bad.

The dark red letters of the bizarrely dried letters were probably written with blood.

‘I didn’t even get a bloodletter sent by the stalker who made me killed by a car in my previous life.’

It was truly a new experience. Bloodletter, what the hell.

The first blood letter I received in my life felt more uncomfortable than I thought. I don’t know what kind of blood he’s using.

I let go of the letter with only one line written on it and let it fall on the floor.

There was one more letter. And fortunately, this time it wasn’t blood.

To guess, this one was relatively long, so I think there was not enough blood to use.

‘That’s funny to think about.’

[If you don’t want the secret of your wrong blood to be known, come out to XX place right now. However, be sure to come out alone.]

Well, the content itself wasn’t that great.

Bessie looked alternately at the letter with a speechless face and asked me.

“Lady, are you all right?”

“Yeah.”

It was a letter at best. Blood books were a little offensive, but that even wasn’t my blood.

Bessie was angry and tried to get out of the room straight away.

“I’ll let His Excellency know.”

“Wait a minute.”

I caught Bessie once. Then I was lost in thought for a moment.

‘Who the hell is he?’

A strange threatening letter has arrived.

It’s a phrase referring to the secret of wrong blood, by all accounts to the secret of my origin.

But it’s known, it’s already known.

It’s been a long time since a secret became a secret. He sent me a letter of threat that was incredibly useless.

‘What’s inside of his head?’

What is this man’s purpose?

Bessie looked at me in wonder.

“What’s wrong, my lady?”

I organized my thoughts and opened my mouth.

“Well……the letter says to come out alone.”

“What?”

“Will Ash let me go out alone if he finds out?”

“You’re not going out, are you? Alone?”

Bessie freaked out. I smiled reassuringly.

“Ay, no way.”

Then I folded up the letter and put it in my arms.

“May you call Sir Davery now?”

***

Accepting the request of a useless blackmail letter, which is not as threatening as this, is because there is one thing that takes place.

The sender of the letter was strange in many ways.

If he’s well informed, he’ll know that my origins have been revealed

It is normal not to know anything about people in nobility.

By the way, he didn’t know the latter and only the former.

‘If he doesn’t know what’s already spread among the noble, then he’s not a nobleman.….’

I don’t think he’s a nobleman.

Then, the only thing left is common people on the streets who are naturally ignorant of the news of aristocratic society.

‘He knows where I’m from?’

There was something. I don’t know what it is right now, but it’s strangely on my mind.

That’s why I moved to the place written in the letter, keeping it a secret to Ash.

Sir Davery, who was walking beside me at my pace, opened his mouth.

“Why me?”

“What?”

“You can just tell His Excellency about this.”

I raised my eyes. Sir Davery’s neat face was visible.

I opened my eyes thinly.

“Are you expressing your dissatisfaction? Why bother to bring yourself out?”

“No, I wonder if it would have been more reassuring and comfortable for you to do so.”

Look at this guy. You’re suddenly saying something new.

I answered without looking into his face.

“That makes me virtually reassured when I’m with Ash. But you’re a strong enough knight, aren’t you?”

“More than that…….”

Sir Davery’s lips were chapped and soon shook his head as if nothing had happened.

“No, please forget it.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Then remember, but pretend you didn’t hear it.”

I don’t know the details, but Sir Davery seemed to blame himself.

He said silly things in a fit of anger and regretted it later.

But was there anything worthy of Sir Davery’s statement just now? I shrugged in wonder.

“It’s because I don’t want to interfere with Ash. I know he’s busy, so I don’t want to waste his time.”

I said that and added it right away.

“I’m afraid this might sound like it doesn’t matter if I take away Sir Davery’s time, but you’re right.”

He thought I’d say no, didn’t he? I could see Sir Davery staring down at me at a moment’s notice.

I swallowed my laughter and said naturally.

“Don’t get me wrong. It doesn’t mean your time is insignificant.”

“Then?”

“It’s a job for Sir Davery to support and escort me. That’s why I took your time without any burden. It’s almost my time.”

The retort to the brazen argument did not return.

I looked up again and checked, and Sir Davery was laughing before long.

“Why are you laughing?”

“No, because I thought my lady was right. As you say, my time is yours, so please feel free to use it.”

He seemed to complain a little while ago, but now he does it again. It was oddly difficult to catch a bell today.

Well, there are days when people want to. I was going to do that’s what I was going to do.

“Oh, you seem to have spent quite a bit of your stamina fighting yesterday. Are you all right now?”

I recalled Sir Davery, who had been exhausted against Ash the day before at the training field.

Wait, did he complain about this in the beginning? I brought him out when he’s already too tired?

If this is the case, I can’t help but feel remorse. Then Sir Davery answered.

“I’m fine.”

“Really?”

“I do not even get hurt.”

He’s recovering fast, even though he couldn’t even move a finger yesterday.

Well, his basic physical strength would be different from mine, where I had to lie down all day with a massage because I overworked my back.

“I envy you, you have a strong bone.”

“Thank you for the compliment.”

“But is that how you spar usually? To the point where you’re just about to faint from exhaustion?”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

In fact, Sir Davery was so strong that he recovered in a day, wouldn’t he have been carried away if he were just a normal person?

Yesterday was honestly a battle I couldn’t help but think of.

Then Sir Davery answered in silence for a moment about what he was thinking.

“……not usually, but yesterday was a special case.”

“Oh, because it’s a battle with Ash?”

“Well… yes.”

“Well, it’s rare for Ash to go directly into the battle. So, are you going to do that next time you fight with Ash?”

This is a question I asked without meaning. I think so was the content.

But Sir Davery pondered this question unexpectedly for a long time. Then the answer came a long time later.

“No.”

“…….”

“No, at that time.”

“Really?”

I don’t know what else to say. I wanted to ask why his expression was so serious, but I felt like I shouldn’t ask.

At that time, I saw the place I was aiming for. Phew, timing.

“Sir Davery, you didn’t forget what I said, did you?”

“Yes.”

The destination was a shop. I came in first, and Sir Davery decided to take some time to follow in, pretending not to be at the party.

“Then please.”

The interior of the store was quiet.

As soon as I entered, I was guided by the waiter and sat down by the window.

There was no other order in the letter but to come here.

I think the opponent knows me, so if I sit still, he’ll show up on his own.

And the idea was right.

A moment later a person plopped across from me even though I didn’t give permission.

“Long time no see.”

The opponent opened his mouth like that as soon as he sat down.

I opened my eyes wide.

“You…”

“Isn’t it new to meet you in a place like this, is it?”

“Who are you?”

Who’s this kid?

Why is it so natural for him to pretend to know me when I’ve never seen him before? I thought I’d known him.

The young man, whose voice is young but whose face is so thin that I cannot guess his age, frowned at my words.

“What?”

Wow, that’s what makes him look thinner.

“Now, did you ask me who I am?”

“Yes.”

I guess his ears aren’t dead.

“Who are you?”

The man’s whereabouts were like a sinister. Untidy hair, dirty clothes, somewhat stale smell of mud.

It was amazing that the owner of the store didn’t stop him from entering those skeleton figures. Does he know this store’s owner?

If I recall again, that face is not in my memory anyway.

When I asked again, the man looked at me blankly and soon burst into a laugh as if he was dumbfounded.

Then the next moment, he banged down the table.

“You don’t know me?”

Did Sir Davery come into the store? If I think he’s trying to threaten me, I’ll have to sprinkle some hot tea and yell for him.

But the man didn’t seem to have hit the table intending to threaten me.

He put his right hand on the table and gnashed his teeth.

“You made me look like this, and now, you don’t know?”

Only then did I notice that men’s hands were different from others.

His right hand was clearly short of fingers at a glance.

“Look carefully. Look straight, don’t you know me?”

“You…”

“How’s that? Do you remember a little now?”

“If you want me to recognize you like that, how about just saying your name?”

“Oh, God damn it! I’m Ligaa! Ligaa Kami!”

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