I Am The Commander Of The Second Male Lead's Knights

Nina said with her eyes wide open.

“This is the first time you agreed so easily. Yes, let’s play.”

After making a promise, Nina turned her arm and kissed him on the back of his hand. Adrian smiled a little and let go of his hand. Nina tilted her head at his gaze.

“What?”

“Just.”

“Because you remember the old days?”

“A little bit of that.”

“You couldn’t even get out of the corner room before.”

Nina shook off her clothes and stood up side by side with him.

“Yes.”

It felt like a long time ago.

Now, he could hardly remember when he first came to this place. Still, the things after the Duke’s marriage were clear, like the abuse of his stepmother and the neglect of his father.

Though he’d rather have the bullying of his stepmother. At least, she was acknowledging his existence.

He hated it even more every time his Father saw him and pretended not to, and when he saw him bleeding from his wounds, he would say, “You’ve been well.”

As if he wasn’t there, as if he wanted to get rid of him. Like hoping he didn’t exist from the beginning.

Then he called him back as soon as his half-brother died. But even when his own son died, he was not impressed.

It was only because of Nina that he was able to go through that time. Everyone was silent even though his whole body was beaten with a wooden sword and bruised all over. Nina was the only one shaking in anger and swearing.

But it’s not just bad memories. All the memories he had with Nina as a child were in this castle.

The first picnic in the moonlight was also in this castle.

There were good things and bad things, and he had already let the bad things slip away. So that even if some traces were still left, there would be no recollection.

Nina slipped her hand into his hand. Adrian smiled and held it.

“I met Nina here.”

“Yes, I met Adrian here.”

Our starting point.

That’s enough.

Adrian said.

“It’ll take at least three days for the General Manager’s party to arrive, so we’d better finish what we have to do before then.”

“I think so too.”

Adrian was busy looking over the report he had put off because of this trip and started working. Still, at night, a violin performance flowed from his window. Nina was always sitting right in front of him.

She was also busy during the day planning a major reorganization of the Dark Knights.

Since she’s decided to increase its size, she’s going to do her best to grow it well.

In addition, Nina went to the workshop to demand for a new uniform.

When they talked about its fire-resistant and thermal attributes, the artisans said that it is possible to create fireproof clothing, but it would cost a lot of money, and that heating was somehow difficult.

“It’s difficult to do unless the clothes get thick.”

Finally, Nina said, ‘Then I’ll ask Randell or Kirill if it’s possible,’ but first, she asked them to produce fire-resistant uniforms.

“The cost is not a problem right now.”

At Nina’s words, the workshop chief replied, “Is that so?” and his eyes brightened. Special fabrics amount to endless development costs.

He wanted to develop it before, but he couldn’t do it. But now, shouldn’t they focus on research and development, given the Duke is funding it?

“I will definitely develop the fabric you like.”

The workshop manager smiled happily and bowed.

There were also several letters from Kirill to the Silver Lake Castle. Matching Kirill’s personality, the letters were one or two lines long, but the last letter was especially shorter.

[We have to meet and talk in person.]

‘Is Kirill coming? When was the letter sent? How will she come? Is she coming alone? Will she be okay?’

Nina has seen Kirill manage her tarok well, but she was still worried. When she saw when the letter arrived, it was already five days ago.

‘Hold on, Kirill should’ve sent the letter to the townhouse if it’s then, but why did she send it here?’

Isn’t this from when we were still in the townhouse?

‘Why the hell······.’

A servant ran around while she was still in the midst of worrying, and announced.

“Doctor Kirill has arrived.”

“Eeuk.”

Nina covered the letter and jumped out of her seat. As she went downstairs, she saw Kirill getting off the donkey.

“Kirill!”

“Oh, my back. Oh, my God.”

There were noises of cracking bones as Kirill turned around.

“Are you riding a donkey?”

“Then shall I come on foot?”

“Why didn’t you send the letter to the townhouse!”

“I knew someone would see it in the middle.”

“No, but if you send it here, no one would see it.”

“We have the General Manager.”

“Sir Louis just went up, too.”

Kirill grinned at Nina’s words.

“That’s why I came to talk to you face to face, but I only see you, does anyone know I’m here?”

“Only me and the young master came to the Castle first. We had some work to do.”

Kirill squinted.

“I need to hear what’s going on.”

“I have something for you to see first.”

After unpacking, Kirill used a sunny place on the first floor as her studio. Nina showed her a silver-covered skull, and Kirill frowned.

“What is this?”

“I got rid of a human-like bellac, and this came out.”

The words instantly made Kirill’s face serious. She carefully lifted the skull with both hands and said.

“Is this all you have left?”

“Yes, it originally had a piece of the fallen spirit inside, but it disappeared.”

“Pieces of Spirit?”

What are you talking about? Then Kirill opened her eyes wide.

“Oh, it’s a long story.”

Nina told the story of Randell being attacked by another sage, the pieces of the Fallen Spirit Monarch, and its extinction.

Kirill’s face became very serious.

“Strangely enough, you’re in every situation.”

“I hear that often.”

She looked at Nina.

“It’s as if you’ve got a thread of fate.”

“Well, that’s possible.”

Nina replied, recalling her memory of another world. Because of that memory, she was involved in all this and could solve it at the same time.

Kirill laid down the skull and lit her pipe.

“Any other information?”

“I think the young master will find some soon.”

At that, Kirill asked while biting the pipe.

“Did you catch him alive?”

“Yes.”

She didn’t have to add the info that he was a pagan. Kirill said “Hmm,” and asked after exhaling the smoke.

“Should I ask instead?”

“Kirill will?”

“Yes, I’m a professional when it comes to dealing with people.”

I know you’re a professional.

“I think it’s better to ask the young master first.”

Kirill chuckled.

“Yeah, I’ll ask him.”

She took the paper out of her arms.

“And I’ll have to report my research in the meantime.”

Nina asked in surprise.

“In that short period of time?”

“Research may not progress for 10 or 20 years, but when it is possible, it changes overnight.”

“I see.”

Nina’s eyes glistened.

“So what else did you make?”

“Well, I’ve discovered a fiber that could be processed······. And I’ve also found ways to increase our heating power. It’ll reduce side effects from treatment drugs.”

Kirill folded the paper.

“I also need some guys to be my hands. I won’t do it all alone with my old body.”

“No, Kirill is still vigorous!”

“The problem is that that vigorous word came out.”

Anyway, her idea to have some disciples below her wasn’t bad. She is currently working on both treatment and research and wanted to separate the two completely.

At the same time, it seemed that giving each other a plausible title would be more likely to help development in the future.

The title is very important, right?

“Come on, let’s not talk about hard stuff, let’s talk about something fun.”