Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear

Chapter 100

100 – Arrival at Kolhen

I don’t know if it’s disinfecting the wound or taking this opportunity to shake off the sediment accumulated on me.

“Come on. It’s done.”

Having said that, Miss Prianian put a new cloth on his side rather cautiously.

Fortunately, this time it was a cloth with nothing on it.

I wondered if giving a bottle and giving medicine was like this, but I wonder where the alcohol wasn’t soaked.

“Thank you.”

“Tell me in advance next time. It will be a big problem if the wound gets worse.”

She looked at her pitifully as she held her red-stained cloth in her hand.

So I decided to make a joke.

Because this kind of atmosphere doesn’t suit me.

“If I tell you in advance, will the pain or difficulty go away, or will the dagger fly gently? Then I can tell you before bed.”

“No. But the cloth will fly a little more gently.”

After being so playfully accepted, she cautiously got up from her bed.

“Now, rest.”

“Thank you. Miss Prianian.”

“If you are grateful, why don’t you take off the title first?”

“Yes?”

It was a sudden comment.

“When I called you a little while ago, you said you were a prianian. I don’t know why they call her Miss Priyanian now.”

Miss Prianian said so, and she raised her eyes remorselessly. It was clear that she meant to tease.

“I know G-House is quite conservative, but-“

“Then shall we call it that?”

“Yes?”

Since we will continue to see each other, I can call you by name as much as you like.

Calling her Miss Priyanian was a bit more catchy and okay, but. What can I do, the person in question feels a sense of distance.

But I will never give up on honorifics. The very thought of talking to your boss in a flattering way makes you feel repulsed.

“Mr. G-House. You say that so easily?”

“If you want Prianian to be called that, you should. What can I do?”

Perhaps my attitude was awkward when I corrected the title right away, but she was looking at me hesitantly.

“Prianian, prianian?”

“That, Mr. G-House. Not bad. However.”

“But?”

Prianian said as he tied his beige coat.

“Please call me Miss Prianian in front of others.”

When she saw that, she began to feel like teasing her for some reason.

Perhaps it was in return for disinfecting her earlier.

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“I’m not ashamed to call a prianian that.”

“What would that client think if the title was changed overnight? They might look at you strangely.”

In the end, it was no different than admitting that I was embarrassed, so I nodded.

“Then, in front of everyone else, just call me Miss Prianian.”

“Thank you, Mr. Ghouse.”

I said, seeing her off from her bed.

“Then go in carefully. Priyanian.”

It looked like he had been hit with a punch, but what could he do?

Now that there are only two of them, I just let her do what she wants.

***

During her dream. Something felt strange.

The content of the nightmare was still the same, but it seemed like it was sweeping the corners of my eyes.

Because of that realistic feel, it was quiet everywhere after waking up.

I could only feel the throbbing side and the tickling eyes.

I didn’t know.

***

What I had to do after waking up in the morning was always the same.

After spitting out the gag and sun-drying the toenails.

Putting on gloves, I took the Morning Star I routed yesterday and came out.

The stairway leading to the basement still had a considerable burnt smell.

I’ve seen many corpse fragments for 5 years, but the experience of seeing a corpse damaged by heat and soot once more was something I didn’t want from my point of view, so I quietly moved my feet to another place.

Smart.

After waking them up by knocking on each other’s room, I went back to where I left the carriage.

The thief, who had been put together with a wooden barrel in the corner of the back compartment, was full of energy as if he had been through the night.

As soon as he felt the presence of people, he started sending greetings saying that it was nice to see him.

It’s as if he’s here, asking to be saved from the evil ten bastards.

“Eup, up!”

“Yes. Nice to meet you too.”

Hope began to turn to despair.

The look on his face as if he didn’t expect to see us again. I quietly approached him.

“Why. Isn’t that what you were looking for?”

And he showed a heavy morning star.

The guy’s eyes widened when he realized the weapon of the former boss, and my voice went quieter. Because I didn’t want to make a loud noise in the morning.

“Are you looking for this?”

“Eup…!”

“There is an alarm device in the bush and a strange magical device in the basement. Since when did the standard of using a small amount of a sword change depending on the presence or absence of mana?”

“Eup, eup, eup.”

“Everyone has a good plan. Until they get beaten up. So if they didn’t want to get beaten up, they should have come up with a better plan.”

He quietly lowered his head as if resigned.

I whispered a little softer.

“I won’t kill you. So get back in the corner a little bit, just in case I don’t want to try the loot.”

Hearing those words, the ex-burglar promised with a gesture that he would gladly show his flexibility to the limit.

The struggle to survive was truly great.

After voluntarily putting him in a corner like that.

I tried to put our client girl in the back of the wagon.

But the girl standing next to me, still wearing a robe, firmly refused.

“I want to ride in the front.”

“Yes?”

“The driver’s seat seems to be fine. I don’t like dark places because I haven’t been out of the air for days.”

It seemed that he was quite reluctant to be in the same place as the robber who kidnapped him.

But I couldn’t have Miss Prianian alone in the back, or tie the robber with a rope and tell him to run to Colhen.

So I explained why not, as politely as I could.

“I know what the client is worried about. Miss Prianian behind me is a double mercenary who made a name for herself in the central region.”

“I have eyes too, and I don’t doubt her skills. I just want to get some air.”

I persuaded her for a long time and finally found a compromise with her.

The girl told me.

“Then you can be a talker.”

“I will.”

Then we went to Miss Prianian.

There was no need for long words between us. I only said one word.

“I believe in prianians.”

“My companion asked G-House to do it.”

She savagely gave me back the time limit I was about to hand over.

***

It wasn’t until after I arrived at the plain in front of Colhen. I realized that I had wiped out a group of robbers.

This open plain in front of Kolhen was paved with roads that were almost two lanes wide.

On a road that would normally see a lot of carriages and passers-by, we never ran into anyone.

The reason is probably the robbers.

Of course, there were wagon tracks that were clearly caused by running fast, and a few arrows stuck in the ground. Looking at the condition, it was a trace that appeared almost a few days ago.

There was no need to worry about an ambush.

So, in the place where bandits would normally run out with their swords drawn instead of the white rabbits, only a few rabbits, startled by the sudden sound of their hooves, ran away.

I, who had become the guardian of the Colchen Plain and the destroyer of the rabbit hole, had fulfilled my role as a coachman.

No, maybe it serves as a sufficient stabilizer.

“So, mercenaries originally worked in the North.”

A very small voice came from behind.

Our client, a girl in a robe.

As promised earlier, she continued to talk to me, but judging by the occasional conversation with Miss Priyanian, it seemed that she was just naturally curious.

The girl seemed to be relieving her anxiety with words.

I don’t know since when the mercenary’s work included mental care for the client, but I nodded and replied.

“Yes.”

The girl who has been to many places said that she knew almost nothing about Northern Britain.

“So, what is the North like?”

After hearing that question, I thought of a sentence that could describe the North in one word.

A town where f*cking people live today even in a f*cking place?

Or, where the warlock’s sinister plot is to put Far Eastern slaves into undead grads in a slave market in the middle of the snowfields?

A world where it is natural for a mercenary captain who kicks people to say that you are a child who should cut people’s throats instead of sheep?

A lot of catch phrases come to mind that summarize the experiences of the 5 years of living, but I said it in a way that was appropriate for everyone.

“Northern Britain is also inhabited.”

“It’s a boring answer. It’s a pity. Mercenaries seem to be more interesting people.”

Since when did you say you saw me?

There was a hint of disappointment in the girl’s words, as the tremor in her voice seemed to have subsided somewhat.

But that was also a kind of build-up.

I released what I went through and put it out there.

“But now, if you go a little further up, there is a place that is a little more special and exotic. Now, a town famous for its welcoming way of pointing a crossbow at the back of visitors. There’s Ireland.”

“It’s strange that such a custom exists.”

“There is no such custom in Ireland.”

The young lady leaning on the driver’s seat protested like that, but I naturally accepted it.

“Then you can say it’s a recent trend. Ms. Prianian.”

I’m not making up lies, I’m just telling you the oral history I’ve been through.

Originally, it is a characteristic of oral history that there may be some errors.

“I got one too. It wasn’t too bad. A very pretty lady did it-“

“A pretty girl.”

“Yes.”

After covering Miss Prianian’s mouth with those words, I told her a story.

She nodded her head when she heard the story of Priest Rien, who told her without provocative content like the story of the land.

When we were told that we had to go to college, we immediately let out a drool.