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

Nina took a step and asked Randell.

“Can you come along? Are you all right?”

“No, my Tarok was taken away.”

When Randell answered while glancing at the holding hands of the two of them, Nina looked at Adrian. He looked at her with a complicated heart. It wasn’t until the guards were close, that he said.

“Follow me.”

The next moment, the world changed.

Randell flinched his shoulders in surprise.

‘Did the color just disappear······?’

As he looked around, he saw Adrian and Nina walking from afar, and he followed them in a stride.

“What the hell is going on?”

When Nina asked quietly, Randell looked at her.

“Taking off my glasses changed the world.”

Randell answered concisely.

“They thought I was a pushover and they were ripping me off.”

Even such short words showed his boiling anger.

“The damn glasses.”

His words halted.

Randell was having difficulty speaking because of the explosive surge of emotion inside his chest. He felt like crying again.

It’s not hard to cry in front of Nina, but he didn’t want to do that in front of the Duke. Nina’s hand held his hand quietly, and Randell bit his lips.

“Nina, don’t get too close to him.”

Nina grinned at Adrian’s warning.

“Don’t worry, he won’t fall for me even if I seduce him.”

Randell was surprised at Nina’s words and let go of her hand. The Duke was right.

He was too close to Nina, a spirit contractor, while holding a piece of the fallen spirit king.

“Move away, Nina.”

She was going to say, ‘It’s okay,’ but she could only sigh at the fierce gazes of the two men.

The shadows of the night stretched everywhere, and the obstacles were so scarce that the party quickly returned to the mansion.

“I’ll bring some medicine and drinks. Go up first.”

Nina said and skillfully slipped through the kitchen window. It was a high-hanging window but Nina had no difficulty and landed on the floor.

“I’ve got some medicine from Kirill so I can just get them in my room, and about the drinks, let’s see······. No, where are you shamelessly eating and drinking in someone else’s kitchen?”

Jack was standing in the dark.

He put down the sandwich he was eating with a wronged look on his face and said.

“What do you mean someone else’s kitchen?”

“Well, it’s not someone else’s kitchen, but won’t the chef be surprised to see missing ingredients tomorrow?”

“It’s okay. They left it for my midnight snack.”

“The cook knows Jack exists?”

“Well, they think of me as the kitchen fairy.”

“······.”

“Really! I just used some suggestions and hallucinations, but they really believe I’m the kitchen fairy.”

“Wait, isn’t that dangerous?”

What does it take to say ‘they really believe’?

“Oh, it’s harmless. Besides, I come to the kitchen and put out the embers like this. I even watch it so that it doesn’t burn or cause problems.”

“I’m sure you don’t stop by every day. How do you make it all the time? We don’t even have bread for the young master.”

“If you eat it every day, it’s not a fairy, it’s a person. And now we have enough money.”

You’re just cheap with food.

Jack took a big bite of the sandwich as if to make her jealous.

“And when something is gone, the cook is satisfied that the fairy has been there. It’s harmless.”

“If anyone finds out about it, it’ll be a big deal.”

On the day the cook said that the kitchen fairy was eating a sandwich, everyone would turn on the lights to catch the midnight intruder.

“It doesn’t matter, once that day happens, the words ‘Let it go.’ would be written on his tombstone.”

Nina looked at him shuddering, ‘He’s right again,’ and began to look for the cups.

He took a sip of milk and asked, picking up a new sandwich.

“Was it enjoyable to go outside?”

“Should I say I had a lot of fun······. What? You don’t know what happened? So no one really followed us?”

“You know.”

Whether it was ‘You know the personality of the master,’ or ‘You know I didn’t follow you,’ both answers were the same.

“That’s right.”

“What are you doing here? You came earlier than expected. It’s noisy.”

“I’m here to make tea.”

At Nina’s words, Jack shoved the rest of the sandwich into his mouth, lighted the dying embers again, put up the kettle, and said while busily bustling around.

“I’ll make it for you, so tell me the situation.”

Nina briefly explained the situation by sitting on a high three-legged chair in the kitchen like an oracle. In the meantime, Jack set three cups of tea on the tray and frowned.

“Such thing······.”

Nina approached and reached over the glass. The hot tea cooled down in an instant and got thin ice cubes.

Cold tea that goes well with summer nights was completed.

She lifted the tray and jerked at him.

“Tell me what you found out later.”

“Yes, sir.”

Nina took the tray and walked out the kitchen door. She stopped by her room, packed medicine, and went to Adrian’s study.

“I’m here.”

As soon as she walked in, Nina thought she had brought three glasses for no reason.

It was not as much as before, but the crystal ball still had an unpleasant feeling, so it was not an environment to eat and drink.

Still, she put the glass down in front of the guest first and left the other two on the table. She leaned slightly toward Adrian and said.

“Jack was in the kitchen.”

Adrian didn’t answer. She didn’t really want an answer anyway, so she turned to Randell with the medicine.

“How did he take your Tarok? Who is he? Why were there just the two of you? Did he hit you?”

Her fingertips, while applying with the medicine, touched him slightly. After applying the ointment, Nina handed over the glass.

Randell felt alive again when his fingertips touched the cold glass.

Or perhaps he was just breathless at her pouring questions. These questions that he honestly wanted to be asked.

Worrying and loving questions.

Questions that he wanted to answer endlessly. Randell glanced up at Nina and said to Adrian.

“Let’s talk about that later. Let’s go into what’s important.”

Randell talked to Adrian with his eyes on him.

“The person who died today is a sage, Avesa. He was studying about increasing Taruka.”

“Taruka?”

Nina asked with a tilt of her head, and Randell briefly explained.

“The power needed to use magic. People call it mana. But we call it Taruka. It’s been set from birth, so it doesn’t increase or decrease.”

‘The world of thorough genetics.’

Nina nodded her head and said.

“Then the research must be a desperate one. There should be a lot of extensive focus on such research.”

“That’s right, but there’s never been a single success.”

“Uh······. But was that person successful? Or is he not······?”

“A part of the research received results and it gained great attention some time ago. That result was the use of human life force.”

“Is that acceptable?”

When Nina asked again, Randell shook his head.

“Of course not. At first, it seems like they experimented with animals, but recently, they succeeded in utilizing humans. I looked at the research log and followed them around suspiciously.”

He smiled bitterly.

“This is what happened.”

Randell said to Adrian.

“If we look into his lab, we’ll have clear evidence. No sage doesn’t leave a research result behind. Even if it requires confidentiality.”

“If we have your testimony, it’ll be possible to investigate, but will it be okay?”

Sages is a closed community, and most crimes are judged by themselves.

It would be impossible to maintain the position of a Grand Sage if he gave an open testimony in this way. It’s not easy for anyone to be ostracized by their community.

Randell laughed wildly.

“What does it have to do with me whether the Sages’ Gathering or the likes gets messed up and falls apart?”

Adrian nodded without much response to his harsh words.

“If that’s so, we’d better talk to the capital guards. I’m sure they’re busy with the commotions today.”

Adrian asked.

“Do you know anything about the fallen Spirit King?”

“I only know that he used it to extract life force from others. I don’t know where it came from. There might be some data in the lab.”

Adrian was worried for a while and raised his voice.

“Jack.”

“Yes.”

Jack sneaked out of the bookcase. Randell was surprised, and Nina gave Jack a strange look, ‘Wow, he knows all the secret passages.’

She thinks that Adrian trusts Jack more than what she thought.

‘Or could it be that he believes in him more than me?’

She felt a little sulky.

Nina, who looked at him, asked Randell.

“Do you mind if I search the lab first? I’d like to know if it has anything to do with the spirit contractors.”

“Of course. I’ll give you the location.”