The Death Knight Became an Escort Knight for the Saintess

32. What to do when you stop by the beach

32.

The scenery on the way back was almost the same as the scenery on the way back. People still cast their eyes at the giant escort knight, but then backed off. The reason I said “Almost” Is because people just slightly moved out of the way and backed away, not stealthily avoiding the body like they did back then. The biggest difference was that young women no longer stared at him with blushes.

It may not be the only reason that Saint Celia is hopping through her streets humming her hum, but she can’t deny that the reasons that made her feel uplifted include that fact. There will be no way.

Because of this, Ecilia was able to enjoy the fact that she had more leisurely and free time without having to worry about anything else. The saintess said to Zer Pied with her big smile.

“Knight! Let’s try that one! It’s the first time I’ve seen it, doesn’t it sound like something delicious?”

What the saintess pointed out was a heterogeneous fruit. Being heterogeneous was purely the standard of the saintess. Because Zerfied already knew the name of that fruit. However, she had no time to say anything about the fruit because the saintess ran into her shop and bought it.

“Can I try this?”

A middle-aged human male, leaning inside the store to avoid the sharp afternoon sun, was very pleased when someone came to buy fruit. He smiled sadly and took out his knife and cut the fruit the saintess mentioned and put it on a plate. The saintess pulled the corners of her mouth upward. Although it was the first fruit she had ever seen, she was not wrong in her prediction.

The fruit was surrounded by a spiky skin, and when the skin was cut, the soft flesh was revealed at a glance. Although the appearance of her skin was hideous, it was the moment when her own guess that the taste would be there was certain because of the colorful color.

As soon as Celia saw the soft flesh, she put the flesh on the thin wooden skewer given to her as a plate, and tossed it into her mouth over her small lips. And the next moment, the saintess burst into tears.

Seeing Celia crying after swallowing her flesh, Zer Pied sighed and called her by her pseudonym.

“… Gemini, I tried to stop it… If you carelessly eat durian like that….”

The reason the owner of the fruit shop was pleased was not simply that a customer had arrived. The type of fruit he handled was a tropical fruit brought in from the southern continent, and the name of the fruit the saintess wanted to try was ‘durian’.

From the shop owner’s point of view, the fruit called durian was like gyereuk (鷄肋). The taste of the fruit is good, and the price is high, so it takes a lot of money to bring it in, but there are not many people looking for it compared to the taste. And the saintess was telling her whole body why not many people were looking for it.

“Smell… It’s strange oh oh… !!”

It was natural for the store owner to be pleased with the arrival of a person who said he would buy something difficult to deal with. Of course, the saintess did it without knowing much about the fruit, and there was no way that he, who was born and lived in Dales forty years of his life, could not recognize it, but wasn’t that unrelated to himself? Zerfied sighed again and looked at the shopkeeper as if glancing slightly.

Seeing the sharp gaze that could be felt even through the hat, the shopkeeper turned his eyes to a completely different place without knowing what to do. He said with a sigh.

“… You have already peeled and eaten it, so you have to buy it.”

Zerpied sighed for the third time. After looking around the shop, he told the shopkeeper to bring him the fruits he said he would pay. At that time, while crying, Celia sniffed her tears and said to Zer Pied.

“Sigh… black… That too, I want to live longer….”

“… Do you mean durian? Haven’t you already tried it? It must be quite difficult to eat, right?”

“But oh… ! I mean, it’s so delicious… !”

Zerpied suppressed the feeling of bursting out laughing and asked the shopkeeper for a couple more durians. The shop owner put the fruits and four durians that Jerpied had mentioned in a basket. He looked at it for a while in the wrong quantity, so the owner said to him.

“Some people buy a lot, so I added a few more as an add-on.”

Of course, it was clear that it was a kind of apology for forcing a purchase without a proper explanation. Zerfied didn’t know whether it was a good thing or not to receive durian as a side dish.

–

Esilia’s eyes were still wet with light teardrops that hadn’t dried yet. In contrast, her mouth was covered with a big smile. The saintess’ big smile moved up and down little by little. As she munched on her fruit, Celia slid her flesh down her throat, savoring the sweetness. When she finished eating the fruit, her tears were gone.

“Mmm! Hmm! It is delicious! It’s so sweet!”

“I’m glad it suits your taste.”

“What did you say this was called?”

“Call me Mango.”

After Celia finished eating her mango cut from her store, Jer Pied handed her another slice of fruit she had cut.

“Try this too.”

“This one has white flesh, unlike the fresh one? What is the name of this?”

“Mangosteen.”

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As she bit into the mangosteen with her white teeth, a sweet and sour taste different from mango invaded her mouth. Because of the similar name, she thought of the taste similar to mango, but she had to feel another ecstasy with the different taste. The nightmare about the stinky smell of durian had long since disappeared from her mind.

Instead, a preconceived notion took its place, pushing out the nightmare. It is the prejudice that all fruits with the name ‘mango’ boast fantastic taste.

To her now, the fact that mangoes and mangosteens differ from the neck in the classification of organisms does not seem to matter too much. And after the escort knight entered the Dales, he saw the lady with her most delightful smile and immediately gave up his mind to point out that fact.

The saintess’ laughter did not stop there when she returned to her inn. For she was greeted by her sandy beach, bathed in the four o’clock afternoon sun outside her inn’s window. Proving with her whole body what kind of expression a person can have if they are truly happy, she swallowed the mangosteen in her mouth and shouted to the escort driver.

“Knight! Knight! Knight!”

“I am listening, Esilia.”

Zerpied felt a little embarrassed at what Lady said next.

“Let’s swim!”

–

Less than five minutes after she entered the inn, she stepped out again, and Jer Pied could hardly hide her embarrassment. There were several reasons why he was perplexed. First of all, it was about the act of swimming itself. His memory of when he had ever swam was old and hazy. Perhaps, he wanted to do it before becoming a Death Knight.

After becoming a Death Knight, he didn’t have to swim. When he crossed continents, he needed the help of his former contractors, and when he couldn’t get help from them, he just went into the sea and crossed the seabed on foot. He didn’t really need to breathe.

But what puzzled him most was something else.

For the living, the act of swimming basically refers to entering the water and moving your hands and feet to move forward in the water. Since you are in the water, your clothes inevitably get wet, and because of this inconvenience, you have to minimize the area that touches your skin when swimming. In the current situation, it is like looking at the lady’s bare skin…….

Zerfied stopped thinking.

He hurriedly erased the impure thoughts that went against chivalry from her head, and was contemplating how to tell Esilia about it, but unfortunately he couldn’t. It was because while he was thinking about it for a long time, his lady had already gone inside the clothing store.

The owner of the clothing store was an elf woman in her early thirties. Ecilia smiled brightly and shouted at her shopkeeper.

“Hello! I’m here to buy clothes suitable for swimming!”

Like all store owners, the clothing store owner was delighted and went out to introduce her swimsuit to Esilia. Zerfied, who had already guessed through his impure imagination that it was difficult to say what kind of clothes would be available, stood frozen as soon as he entered the store. The owner smiled at him and asked.

“What about the guests? Aren’t the customers here to buy swimsuits too?”

Zer Pied tried to tell her that she was fine, but Esilia nodded her head vigorously, and she had no choice but to look around.

“Just… Please choose the right one for yourself.”

Her poor Jere Pied had to stand her devastated as her master took her inside her display of her bathing suits.

Escelia felt exactly the same as her own contractor. She couldn’t keep her mouth shut as she looked at the sculpture, which was hard to describe – she wondered if this was a piece of clothing. Apparently, when she was little, she was swimming in a stream outside the capital, and her clothes were plain baggy and sheer dresses. Naturally expecting such a thing, she blankly blushed and stood still.

“Uh… hmm… this… Is it a swimsuit… ?”

“Yes, what about that?”

“Swimsuit… Is everything like this… ?”

“… Yes?”

She said that she went in and bought a swimsuit confidently, so she couldn’t even go back here. She had to stutter to show me her bathing suit, feeling the need to sting away at her tears.

The owner showed each swimsuit and explained what to say, but her saintess’ reddened ears were filled with shame, and no explanation came through properly. All of these clothes, which were mere pieces of cloth, were far from the manners the saintess had learned so far.

“That… Oh, can you give me some recommendations? Uh… yo. This?”

The friendly shopkeeper smiled and nodded her head. However, despite the shop owner’s kindness, Ecilia felt more and more deeply ashamed. Of course, that wasn’t entirely the store owner’s responsibility. Rather, it was her wholly her own problem.

“I… this… The top fits, but the bottom is too tight… ?”

“Huh? Oh, I’m sorry. That, the customer’s pelvis is too big… I’ll bring you something else.”

“I… this is a bit….”

“Uh… Is this too tight? Wait a minute….”

“This, this too… !”

“Wait a minute… !”

The saintess really wanted to cry.

It wasn’t until the store owner brought her fourth swimsuit bottom that her saintess was able to find her own suit that fit her own pelvis.