Episode 138
Translator : Missme
Editor : Aru
And what was even more ridiculous was himself who could not say a word after hearing such words.
Anyway, he was badly broken by the boy.
âWhatâs your name?â
The boy asked Davery, who was lying down and breathing helplessly. Davery answered casually.
ââ¦â¦Davery.â
âDavery?â
ââ¦â¦â¦â¦â
âThatâs a funny name.â
He was upset, but he actually agreed with the boy, so he had nothing to say.
He thought heâd come up with a plausible alias, but he quit.
What good is that? Anyway, Davery didnât even know his real name when he was born.
His parents died even before he learned how to say a word, and the person who took him and raised him as a baby for five years called him âchildâ.
âWell, good, it doesnât matter what your name is.â
ââ¦.â¦.â
âDavery, donât you want to be a knight? Come with me.â
Davery lay down and looked up at the boy. From below, the boy was still like an elaborately crafted doll without any mistakes.
âI have a request.â
âYouâve suddenly become polite. Tell me.â
âAbout 12 years ago, there was a robber who killed a 60-year-old man named Hanson and burned his house in a town called Willem. Iâll go if you can catch him and give him to me a present.â
He thought it would be impossible for a boy to do so, so he said it as the requirement.
Itâs been 12 years since the accident anyway. He doesnât know the description of the criminal.
Davery had no intention of belonging somewhere. He thought that he wasnât fit to anywhere.
So far, there have been many noble people who have coveted him for his skills, but he has repeatedly refused them without looking back.
However, this time, he was shocked by the boyâs skill. There was also a sense of awe.
Thatâs why instead of openly refused, as usual, he changed his words to betting on impossible conditions.
The boy nodded when he heard Davery.
âIâll get you back in a week.â
ââ¦â¦..what?â
âShould I bring you his head? Or should I keep him alive?â
âWell, uh, I wish heâs alive..â
âOkay, Iâll keep him alive. If youâre done talking, stand up and follow me.â
What he later learned was that the boyâs name was Ash Widgreen.
Widgreen. One of the three duchesses of the Empire. And, more than that, the most powerful family among them.
The boy, who was Widgreenâs little Duke, had picked up the person Davery asked for within a week.
It was exactly on the fifth day after Davery followed the boy into the mansion.
âIâve finished interrogating him but you can interrogate him again. Since I brought him alive very well, his vocal cords also are in good condition.â
ââ¦â¦â¦â
âIâll lend you the basement if you need a place. Follow the butler down.â
The criminal was a man who was only 30 years old. This means that he was just an adult when he killed the old man and set his house on fire 12 years ago.
It was not an important fact. Davery skinned and killed the man whoâs begging for his life.
And the next day. The boy called Davery.
âNow that Iâve kept my promise, you should keep yours.â
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âThereâs a formal examination for a knight next week. I put a letter of recommendation in my name, so go ahead.â
âOkay.â
âThe exam will not be a problem for you, but you will need a name for receiving the oath.â
ââ¦â¦â¦.â
âSack. Letâs go with Sack. After you get your knighthood title, youâre Davery Sack.â
Davery put up with the almost distorted expression at that time. The first flaw was found in a boy who looked perfect.
ââ¦â¦â¦â¦your naming skills.â
âWhat?â
âItâs nothing. Itâs an honour. Iâll do my best.â
As the boy foresaw, the entrance examination was not much, and so Davery became Davery Sack in no time.
Honestly, until then, Davery had been quite dissatisfied with his name. But heâd never had any complaints so he just let it.
Then for the first time, Davery experienced his name being called in a good way.
It was late spring. Full of flowers in the backyard.
âOh, Sir Davery.â
â..â¦â¦.â
âNo, what is your full name?â
âDavery Sack.â
Then should I call you Sir Sack?â
âPlease call me as you please. It doesnât matter to me.â
âReally? Then Iâll call you Sir Davery. It suits you better.â
A lady, who appears to be his age, smiled with her vivid red hair under the sun.
Her rich hair fell gently along the curves of her body, and the wrist exposed outside the dress was thin.
Davery controlled his gaze unconsciously. He knew who the lady was.
The sole princess of the Duke of Widgreen. The little dukeâs older sister.
As heâd felt before, she certainly didnât look like the little duke at all.
It does not mean that she is not beautiful. However, there was no real resemblance of being siblings.
Davery said as he watched the princessâ slightly raised eyes bend gently and create a smile.
âWhat are you doing here?â
âWell, donât you know by looking at it? Flower viewing.â
âI see.â
âIâm also checking the taste of the tea that came in as a gift. Oh, do you want some, Sir?â
Then the princess pulled back a simple tea-time chair next to her. It was a motion that seemed to ask anyone to sit. Davery was embarrassed.
âNo, itâs all right.â
âWhy? Oh, you donât like tea?â
âNot thatâ¦â¦.â
Davery expressed his true feelings after agonizing over it.
âYou donât have to be so nice to me.â
This is quite an old-fashioned idea. The princess was kind to him from the time he first came to the mansion.
He thought he undeserved it and was too much and awkward. Sometimes he felt embarrassed. Just like now.
The princess whom Davery saw was a precious person. Itâs too much to talk to him, laugh, and dare to offer him a seat at tea time.
âAha.â
ââ¦â¦.â
âItâs not that you donât like tea, but you donât like me.â
âHuh? No! Thatâs not what I meant.â¦â¦.â
âIâm kidding.â
The princess put down her teacup and chuckled. The laughter was clear. Davery was dumbfounded.
âOh, Iâm sorry. I didnât mean to make fun of you. But since Sir has been saying that.â
âWhy am I sayingâ¦â¦.â
âSir, why should I not be nice to you?â
âBecause Iâm not a person who deserves it.â
But Davery couldnât spit out the answer. Because the amber eyes of the princess looking at him were too straight.
âThe reason Iâm nice to you is simple. Because Sir Davery is a talented person. Simply put, itâs a talent, you know? Talent is treated well everywhere.â
âHave you ever seen me use a sword?â
Not that he knew. As expected, the princess shook her head refreshingly.
âNo?â
âBut how doâ¦â¦ Iâm a talented person.â
ââBecause Ash brought you in.â
The princess lifted her teacup again. Light steam rose from the teacup as if it hadnât cooled yet.
She held the teacup in her hands and smiled cleanly.
âSir Darbury is obviously a man of talent now that Ash has brought you here.â
The sun rays were strong.
The late spring sun shone brightly behind the princess. It was dazzling like an illusion for a moment. So bright
Davery slowly blinked as if his head had suddenly deteriorated.
He knew. he didnât even need to think about it.
Now those sparkling eyes are not directed at him. That brilliant trust is not because she saw him. Even though he knew it for sure enough.
Thatâs absurd. It was unbelievable. Davery couldnât move at all on the spot for a while like a broken machine.
Until the princess called him in a worried voice.
âSir Davery.â
A familiar voice was pulled out of the reverie as if it were coming out of the water.
Davery turned his head.
âLady.â
âWhatâs on your mind that you canât hear me? Guess how many times Iâve called you here?â
Her red hair is more coveted than a garden rose. Her transparent amber eyes. Round shoulders, thin body. Whiteface.
Lydia said with a hurt expression.
Davery answered in silence.
âOnce. Didnât you just call me first?â
âThis doesnât work. How do you know?â
No. Lydia kicked her tongue as if she was disappointed. Davery responded silently with a smile.
âHow can I miss your voice?â â is what he wanted to say but couldnât be honest with.
Lydia mumbled with her arms crossed to see if she regretted her failure to make fun of him.
âYou must have been completely absorbed in something.â
âDid I do that?â
âOf course. Sir, did you know that you didnât move a step from the spot while I took a long step and found you here? I thought you were some kind of reticular stone.â
Was it? Davery looked back at himself.
Surely he has quite clearly recalled his memories.
And there was one thing he learned from it.
ââ¦â¦from then on.â
Crazy. Itâs been a long time. It is six years in terms of time. How the hell didnât he realize so far?
Lydia asked while Davery was drowning in his mind.
âAnd what were you really thinking? You didnât move because you were so lost in thought, right? Or were you looking at the scenery? But at this point, thereâs no particular view to enjoy.â
Davery caught Lydiaâs face staring at him with a suspicious look.
Soon his words fell off.
âLady.â
âHuh?â
âYou once said I was your man.â