Cadel dragged Garuel through the town in the late evening, having familiarized himself with the townâs geography while searching for him, so he could stop wherever he wanted.
The first stop was a clothing store. Not to buy clothes, but because Cadel remembered seeing a display of masks in the window. When he walked in, there werenât many masks, but it was better than having to scrounge around the market for a replacement for a broken one.
âPick whatever you like. Iâll buy you one.â
âUmm, I have good taste in men, but not in masks. Iâll settle for anything as long as it covers up wellâ¦â¦.â
âItâs nice to have something beautiful to wear. Look, how about this one? Itâs got nice curves and a gold pattern. It matches the color of your hair.â
âDonât you think a white mask is a bit much for me? Itâs too bright for a black magician.â
âItâs a stereotype.â
âI like this one better.â
Garuelâs initially reluctant response melted away as Cadel eagerly examined the mask. Cadel looked at the black mask Garuel held up and frowned.
âDull. No shine, no pattern. Doesnât it cover too much of your face?â
âMasks are usually worn to cover the face.â
âDonât they have any designs that cover just one eye, like your last mask?â
âUmmâ¦â¦ I donât think thereâs anything like that. Do you think itâs a shame that my handsome face is covered like that?â
âIâd say thatâs rubbish, but Iâm not without sentiment. I mean, itâs not even my face.â
Garuel burst out laughing at Cadelâs serious response. It was cute to watch Cadel roll his eyes thoughtfully, trying to find a mask that would somehow cover his face less. After watching him for a few moments, Garuel turned his head at the sound of a familiar voice behind him.
It was the storeâs owner. Her freckles and reddish hair covering the bridge of her nose gave her an unpretentious look. When Garuel spotted her, she tilted her head with a faint smile, and her slightly stiff shoulders dropped.
âYou must be of the Scarlet Scales Knight Order, right? I was going to stay out of the way so you could enjoy the sights, but I could hear your conversation.â
âOh, were we too loud? We apologize.â
âOh, no! Itâs not like thatâ¦â¦.â
After a momentâs hesitation, she asked Cadel and Garuel for permission, then picked up a mask. It was a plain, dull mask, the first one Garuel had picked out.
âYou like this one, donât you? But you donât want it to cover too much of your face, am I right?â
âWell, I donât mind, but our Knight Commander does.â
âThen please give me a few days. Iâll make it the size and shape you want.â
Cadel, who had been staring at the store owner in disbelief at her offer, approached her in surprise.
âAre you sure you can do that?â
âOf course! The members of the Scarlet Scales Knight Order are heroes of the Empire, and now theyâre protecting our village, so itâs only fair. Give me three days and I can make it any shape you want, and if youâre going into battle wearing a mask, Iâll make it stronger than normal.â
âThen I ask for your favor!â
âYes! First, Iâd like you to tell me what design you wantâ¦â¦.â
Cadel pushed Garuel aside and explained the shape of the mask he wanted the store owner to make. As it turned out, he wanted every square inch reduced except for the area around the left eye.
After a long and unnecessarily wordy list of demands. Garuel looked back at the store owner as Cadel turned to leave.
âDonât put too much pressure on yourself, just take it easy, Iâm not one to curse people if I donât like the results.â
It was a joke he spat out, aware of how the black magician came across to others. He didnât want to put any unnecessary pressure on her, who was already armed with favors. But the store owner was unexpectedly adamant.
âNo one thinks of a lifesaver that way, Sir. This mask will be made to the best of my ability, with the gratitude of the people of my village.â
ââ¦â¦.â
âSee you in three days, then!â
With a cheerful wave from the owner, Garuel and Cadel left the store. Cadel casually led him to their next destination, his tight lips and lowered eyes a constant reminder.
âWere you touched?â
âTo be honest, â¦â¦yes. Itâs not something I expected to hear in a place like this.â
âYouâre on the front lines of a battlefield, protecting a lot of people, and the world isnât so rotten that you deserve persecution in return.â
ââ¦â¦I know, and thatâs why I wanted to protect them.â
Cadel smiled at Garuelâs expression as it slowly unraveled, and they smiled together.
Their next stop was a tavern. Garuel tried to pretend that he wasnât such a drinker, but he hesitated when he entered the store and was met with a barrage of stares.
He wondered if they didnât want a black magician in their midst, unlike the owner of the clothing store. He certainly wasnât one to get drunk himself, but just as he was about to step out to ensure their happy evening.
âGet the liquor ready!â
âAs much as you can! Bring me the best!â
The barkeep, the clerk, and even the customers inside the store were yelling at the top of their lungs to hurry up and serve the drinks. One patron who jumped out of the commotion even dragged Garuel and forced him to sit down in an empty seat. He looked at Cadel, who had nonchalantly taken the seat across from him, in bewilderment.
âWhat is this situationâ¦â¦?â
âThe owner of the tavern is very upset that youâve been practicing instead of coming to the dining hall, and he was wondering if youâre not coming because the food isnât good enough, so I told him that your usual staple is alcohol, and word must have gotten around the whole tavern.â
âYou brought me here knowing this would happen?â
âI kind of guessed, but I didnât expect you to be so welcomed.â
At least Cadel had dealt with the tavernâs hysteria before, so he was able to respond calmly. Garuel, on the other hand, was unexpectedly overwhelmed by the hospitality and froze as he looked at the large barrels of liquor piling up on either side of him.
âHere, Iâll treat you to the best liquor in the store. Itâs all free, so donât worry and enjoy!â
âUhâ¦â¦.â
âWeâll also make you some great snacks, so you donât have to worry about being robbed!â
âThe appetizers here are really good, Sir! This Matisse, a ten-year regular, will guarantee it!â
Soon enough, the townspeople had gathered around the two men and were giving them their undivided attention. One might expect them to be wary of the elite Knight Order of the Empire, but the alcohol-fueled conversation filled them with a courage they normally lacked. The sheer intimacy they exuded made even the hardened Garuel spit out a laugh and shake his head.
âAs much as I love to drink, I canât possibly drink all this, so letâs all have a drink.â
âYou are a knight of the Empire after all. How generous of you! Did you hear, Morty? Sir Knight wants us to drink with him!â
âYes, yes! When else would we hang out with these esteemed knights? Drink to your heartâs content!â
Though he was taken aback by the excessive kindness, Garuel was a born socializer, and once his opponent broke the ice, he began to mingle with the group.
âHaha! Youâre not a big drinker either. Is this the spirit of a hero?â
âWell, itâs kind of like that, Mr. Matisse, but youâre not a big drinker, are you?â
âIâve been drinking for twenty years, twenty years!â
The buzzing atmosphere, the upbeat music, the abundance of drinking buddies and even more alcohol. It was all to Garuelâs liking, and he couldnât stop smiling. Cadel stared at Garuelâs amused face, then tapped his glass with a playful smirk on his lips.
âHmm?â
âI brought you here to play with me, and youâre having a blast all by yourself?â
âOh, are you jealous? Your jealousy is so sweet, I donât think I need any appetizers.â
âYouâre being ridiculous.â
âGive me a minute, Iâll knock them all out.â
Knock them out. The mystery was quickly put to rest when Garuel realized he was going to have a bar fight.
Garuel chose not to wrestle, but to drink, taking on one patron at a time, making bets with them, and using his auto-hungover body as a weapon to knock out everyone in the tavern, including the barkeep. He drank with such flamboyance that the wait was never boring.
Cadel stuck his tongue out as he scanned the crowd sprawled across the bar.
âYou reallyâ¦â¦. What do you call this, a drunkard or a drinking hippo?â
âPlease say Iâm a born alcoholic.â
ââ¦â¦Yes. Thatâs amazing.â
The smell of alcohol wafted through the air, making the drink taste even worse. Cadel set down the glass heâd been sipping from and looked over at Garuel, his face redder than usual as if heâd had too much to drink.
âYou seem to be in a good mood.â
âDrinking always makes me happy.â
âFew people enjoy drinking as much as you do.â
ââ¦â¦Thank you, Knight Commander.â
âFor what?â
âFor making me feel better. No more useless worry, no more self-doubt, no more anxietyâ¦â¦. Thanks to you, I was able to forget.â
Leaning back against the chairâs backrest, Garuel craned his neck languidly. It was the first time in a long time that heâd been drinking like a maniac, and his mind was foggy. As he stared blankly at the ceiling with a long exhale, Cadelâs soft voice drifted into his ear.
âThatâs enough.â
Cadelâs face relaxed as he slowly lowered his gaze.
âI know I canât find all your worries and solve them all, but I know what your favorite things are, and if you ever feel like youâre having a hard time, just tell me and Iâll make your day.â
ââ¦â¦So how do we fill your day with happiness?â
âIâm already filled with happiness, every day.â
So happy all the time.
Cadelâs face, smiling broadly, was the most beautiful thing he had ever known. Garuel etched his lingering smile deep into his foggy brain, unable to tell if it was drunkenness or love.
âIâll never forget this day.â