The Guardian Knight of Affection-Starved Young Ladies

42 – The Meaning of a Bottle of Traditional Liquor Handed Over by a Northern Woman (04)

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Victory in the civil war encompasses many things.

It means more than just pushing Thorn out and being appointed as the next head of the family; it means being able to take more than that.

Handling it without difficulty depends on the person’s capabilities, but it seemed that Selassie had no such worries.

Thorn Hyatt.

Deciding on the treatment of her brother, who was now at risk of losing even the surname Hyatt.

She couldn’t trust her father, so she had to establish a way to monitor him personally.

In addition, as a woman and a magician, she had to gain the trust of the northerners.

She also had to deal with the social affairs that had been postponed.

In political relationships, which are no different from battlefields, connections can be more valuable than anything else.

Indeed, she thought it was a good idea to plan to build solid connections by helping the return of the Dranus family, including Rakatus.

To do so, she first had to show her face in social circles.

It was questionable whether the Ecclesia Salon, which had once rejected her, would accept her again, but it didn’t matter if she had to create a new one.

Opportunities for leisure in the North are rare, so they would want to make connections in a decent place.

The old elders of the North are the same.

Even if they dislike him as a woman and a wizard, there’s nothing they can do.

The bloodline they value so much.

The only one left in the bloodline is Selassie.

The third daughter was sent away by their own hands long ago, and the eldest son was stripped of his surname.

Imagining the future where those old men, with their faces full of frowns, convey their congratulations, was quite thrilling.

A completely different stance from when they urged to cast out his mother.

Selassie looks at the boy who made all this possible.

He comes to the front lines to help with the fieldwork and stays by her side even when resting.

Kallen was tossing his staff around, sitting on a snow-covered rock, looking somewhere.

“What are you thinking about?”

When Kallen gave the last chance.

Many things changed.

Even now, when she thinks Kallen is not by her side, her mind turns black,

But imagining a future together makes it bearable.

A moment for eternity.

Selassie named the eternal time she would wait for Kallen.

Because Kallen would never betray his faith no matter what.

“I was looking at Mount Hiatt.”

With a snap, Kallen grabbed his staff and spoke, his gaze fixed.

As a wizard herself, Selassie felt that the staff was a bit outdated.

Even such a staff looked charming when Kallen held it.

“Do you want to go again?”

The view from the top of Mount Hiatt is not something to be forgotten.

Was he reminiscing about that time?

“No.”

“Then?”

“I was thinking about the cave.”

Ah.

Selassia sighed briefly.

A memory still vivid enough to be chilling.

The monster’s eyes were also not something easily forgotten.

“It looks like someone I know.”

Kallen absentmindedly touched near his heart.

What came to mind seeing that was Kallen’s body.

The wounds he received at the time were wounds, but what looked much more serious was something else.

“…Is it related to that scar?”

“How did you know?”

“I, I saw it by chance…”

There was nothing strange about telling the truth.

The situation was urgent enough for clothes to be torn, so it’s understandable.

But Selassia, a little embarrassed, unknowingly diverted the conversation.

Can you see a bare body by chance?

Kallen, who tilted his head, soon nodded.

“The pattern there is also similar to what I know. Actually, that’s why I went in. I didn’t expect there to be such a monster, but in the end, it was similar to what I knew, so I was able to handle it.”

A story unknown to him.

Kallen rarely talked about himself, so opportunities to hear about his past were rare.

Is his recklessness in not taking care of his body a trait that has continued from the beginning?

Seeing the body filled with terrible scars, it makes sense.

At that time, there was no time to examine closely, so the fleeting memory was all, but

Even with that, it was enough to guess how much pain his body had endured.

“I need to see it once before we go back.”

Kallen stuck his staff into his waist and came down from the snow rock.

I want to go with him.

But before he could say that, Kallen was already far ahead.

Was it always this disappointing to be left behind?

Selassia quietly regretted her actions once more and followed the footprints in the snow.

It was the moment when they won the civil war and most things were coming to an end.

“Promise. You will keep it, right?”

“Yes… because it’s a promise I made with Kallen.”

The promise as a guardian ended long ago.

The moment Thorn fell from power and the confrontation with Azkal ended.

In exchange for Kallen coming to the north to guard Selassie,

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Hyatt cooperated with Rakatus to revive Dranus.

He had kept his promise excellently.

Now it was Selassie’s turn to repay the promise.

Kallen clearly conveyed that meaning.

However, there was one thing overlooked.

The promise Selassie understood was entirely different.

Kallen did not know.

The face capturing the boy’s face with blinking rubies gradually turned red.

Until he bowed his head.

Selassie could not say anything.

The promise was to brew new liquor and hand it over to Kallen again.

The words to not forget and keep that promise pricked deep in his heart.

A misunderstanding because Kallen did not know Selassie’s heart.

The meaning of the promise distorted from the misunderstanding.

Yet, despite such a promise, it strangely fit the situation well.

Neither of them noticed the subtle distortion.

In fact, they had no leisure to notice.

Selassie had to deal with the aftermath of the civil war, so he had no need to look closely at the unnoticed distortion.

Kallen had many things to think about in his own way.

One of them was Selassie’s mental world.

In Selassie’s mental world, which invariably depicted that crimson ecstasy,

His own figure was also present.

Like Eliana’s winter island.

It was unreasonable to tell him not to reveal his mental world.

To Selassie, who was important from now on, asking him to hide his most powerful weapon was too much.

It was the first time with Eliana, so I could have pretended not to notice.

Coincidence becomes inevitability if it happens twice.

Wizards themselves are not that common, and among such wizards, being idolized is Sim Sang.

Also, it is rare for someone else to be drawn in Sim Sang.

If it turns out that the person is the same person,

A rare event within a rare event.

Another rare event within that rare event.

If there are four rare events,

Can it be dismissed as coincidence?

Anyway, for that reason, Kallen’s mind is complicated.

Sim Sang of Selassie, the pattern of the spirit called the lord engraved in the cave.

At the word ‘promise’, it is natural not to feel the need to confirm whether they are thinking the same thing.

“Then I will go.”

The longer the farewell, the uglier it becomes.

Kallen was not without regret, but there were many things to do.

Kallen, who was trying to cut it short, was grabbed by the right arm.

“This.”

At the same time, a small brooch was handed over.

The small brooch had the emblem of the Hyat family engraved on it.

“Can I hang it there too…?”

Selassie, while holding Kallen’s arm, seemed uncertain.

Carefully, she grabbed the string of Kallen’s monocle.

The string where the brooch received from Eliana was hanging.

Selassie was saying that she wanted to hang her brooch there too.

“…”

Kallen barely managed to hold back the question of why.

Since the time they had been together during the aftermath of the civil war, Selassie seemed to regret the parting.

It was not unreasonable to think of it as the last gift to decorate that farewell.

Among the noble etiquettes, there was a way to express gratitude with a brooch engraved with the family emblem.

Recalling Blamia’s teachings, Kallen nodded towards the earnest Selassie.

The pretty ruby shone brightly as she opened the brooch and hung it on the glasses chain.

“It’s done.”

Receiving the chain and placing it on her palm.

The crests of Lacatus and Hiatt were engraved side by side.

“Hello, Kalen.”

As she shifted her gaze, there was a girl with a gentle, shy smile.

Kalen quietly looked at that smile, nodded, and turned around.

The fluttering glasses chain, the sparkling brooch.

Among them, the one from Hiatt shone exceptionally bright, hoping it wasn’t just her imagination.

Drawing the fading silhouette of a boy.

Selacia stayed there for a long time.

*

“Fine.”

“Yes, miss.”

“The young lady’s education teacher. Is she still with the family?”

Selacia, who was looking at herself in the mirror placed in a corner of the room.

Her body still seemed ambiguous, not fitting into any category.

Even though it was a body she had despised so much.

Recently, she had started to think a little differently.

Would it please the heart of a boy who suits dark colors well?

Selacia, who was pondering, asked the maid next to her.

The girl named Fine was recognized for her abilities, regardless of the past.

Currently, Selacia couldn’t let anyone into her heart except Kalen.

In the end, all priorities were bound to revolve around abilities.

Fine, who had been diligently learning the family’s work since being released from the underground prison.

Although she was surprised by Selacia’s sudden question, there was no reason not to say what she knew.

“Yes, miss. She is currently in charge of training the senior maids…”

“Lead me to her.”

“Now?”

“Yes.”

Though she was flustered, Pine carried out the guidance diligently.

In the room where the high-ranking maids of the family were educated.

Click.

With the sound of the door opening, blood-colored-

No, hair resembling the color of wine fluttered.

Selassie called for the etiquette teacher of the Hyat family.

“Miss?”

“Can I ask you a favor, Anna?”

“Yes…?”

In the sudden situation, the etiquette teacher called Anna couldn’t understand Selassie’s words.

But among them, one word.

One word was heard clearly.

“Bridal lessons…?”

“Yes.”

She used to smile well, but her expression was cold, to say the least.

“I think I need it.”

The girl who once tore up the etiquette book with her own hands.

She came back to the etiquette teacher.

Opening the last chapter of the etiquette lessons she couldn’t take before, called bridal lessons.