The Death Knight Became an Escort Knight for the Saintess

44. Golden Laughter

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The streets were full of life. In particular, Ehardo was a port city, and as various people and supplies came in from various places, it was more colorful and lively. However, the saintess looked depressed. Her saintess did not like her own appearance. She’s not because the shopkeeper doesn’t like her. Her owner was kind. She even made her clothes for herself. She was there and she only got half price.

However, the middle-aged woman was a clothing store owner, not a tailor, and although she may have knowledge of clothes itself, she is not very knowledgeable about making clothes.

If she had been a tailor, she would have carefully examined the saintess’ body shape, and then made a suitable overall suit. However, the clothing store owner instead made the lower half of the clothes fit to the hips and the upper half of the clothes in the form of classic Eastern Continent clothes.

For this reason, the clothes worn by Ecilia could be viewed as having the upper and lower body running in the form of extremes. The upper part of the body was tight, but the lower part of the body stretched like a skirt.

Cilia didn’t like it. She seemed to keep getting weird with her body type, both in the Dales and here in Hardo. The saintess stretched her tiny body and trudged along. Her little mouth poked out. Perhaps because she was stretching herself, the wide-brimmed hat she had just bought to cover her face, especially her eyes, slid in front of her.

Because the brim of the cone hat was leaning forward more than before, the escort knight knew that his lady was depressed. He thought it had something to do with the purchase of her clothes. Because there was only one thing worth noting before. His prediction was right. Only half. More fundamentally, her saintess was worried about her own body shape.

But aside from that, he didn’t know what to do to take the appropriate action to ease the little lady’s heart. Because of this, he just took a very positive action.

“Gemini.”

“Yes….”

“It suits you well. Don’t worry too much about it.”

The saintess’ head suddenly lifted. Her speed was unbelievable, considering that she had been limp just before. She blinked quickly, her large eyes.

“Really?!”

“Ah… Of course It suits you very well.”

Zerpied felt perplexed. Even if she had heard rumors that women change their mood very quickly. It was hard for him to understand how he went to such extremes. Eventually he decided to move away from the incomprehensible. For whatever reason, Celia is happy that she is in a great mood.

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The saintess, who was in a very good mood, stretched out her feet vigorously in front of her. Where her feet landed was the foot of a guard. A troll male in his mid-twenties suddenly stared intently at her chin-up feet. He soon found a woman a little shorter than himself. Behind her, on the other hand, was a large man. He asked.

“What?”

Befitting a port city, his tone was slightly harsh. No wonder. If you deal with a lot of sailors, it’s natural to get stained. It might have sounded a little rude, but the saintess didn’t show any delight. She answered in a rather cheerful tone.

“I want to go out!”

The troll felt a little embarrassed. Most of the time, when asked, he got a response similar to his own. With grunts, they brought up the matter. He couldn’t remember anyone who reacted like the woman in front of him. The troll asked again.

“You want to go out? Out of town?”

The woman’s reaction was still cheerful.

“Yes!!”

The troll looked the saintess up and down. She was still laughing brightly. She was a human-looking woman. She had to look down quite a bit on herself, so it was clear that she was on the short side of the axis even by human standards.

It was safe to say that she had very few belongings with her. All she had at best was a large grilled squid she was holding in her right hand. She didn’t think there would be much of a problem. The troll waved her hand. At that simple pass sign, the saintess still smiled broadly as she passed her guard.

The next moment, the troll felt another form of embarrassment. She was taller than himself, the sleeping troll in front of him. The troll felt an indescribable sense of intimidation. The troll felt the longsword in his hand unbeknownst to her. He spoke to the man, wishing that his words did not quiver.

“… Cow, look at your belongings.”

She didn’t even need to call a colleague. It was because he nodded his head and meekly put down his backpack. As he opened his backpack, the troll tilted his head. The composition of the load was quite simple. Some dry food and a map of the world. And clothes made up most of the luggage. The guard glanced at the man. Judging by her outfit, she is not from this continent. He asked a question

“What kind of clothes do you have so many?”

The man quietly raised his finger and pointed to a point. There, the woman she had just sent away was tapping her foot on the ground with her heel. It meant a couple. The troll seemed to know why there were so many clothes. It was women’s clothing. After rummaging through his backpack a few times, the troll frowned at him. The intense afternoon sunlight stung his eyes.

He frowned and gestured to the man. The clothes were all spread out and taking up space, so there seemed to be no room for dangerous blades. The troll didn’t wonder why he wasn’t carrying a single weapon, even though he looked like a traveler from his outfit.

The man in front of me seemed to be able to hold on well against the man with a weapon even without a weapon. The troll nodded and allowed his head. The man bowed his head in greeting, then walked past the guard.

The troll blinked his eyes over and over again. It was because the sunlight that stung his eyes in the afternoon was particularly sharp. The troll thought it strange, and he nodded to the next attendant.

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The saintess who left Ehard kept her eyes on the city that was getting smaller and smaller in her field of vision. The saintess couldn’t think of turning her head properly, perhaps because she felt sorry for leaving the city of another continent she had come to for the first time.

So the saintess made up her mind to forcibly turn her head. Ecilia turned her cheeks the other way with all her might, holding her own cheeks with her hands. Then, her eyes met with the Death Knight, who was looking at her like that. The saintess blinked her eyes quickly, and then she had to turn her head with her hand again.

A vast field spread before the eyes of her saintess. I could feel the scent of autumn on the plains bathed in sunlight and rippling with gold. She watched the scene blankly. The world she saw was divided into two. A clear and clean sky, wheat and barley, and a land that is dizzy. The wind blew. A golden wave roared. The touch of the wind that tickled the wheat and barley tickled her hair as well.

Saint Esilia smiled softly. She was on the eastern continent. At that nonsense, she couldn’t stop laughing. It felt like what she had only dreamed of had actually happened. She teased her legs

It was like dancing. She had heard that the nobles danced according to the manners, but she had never learned the dance systematically. It was because I was in a better position to heal even one more person than to learn that.

And she thought it was better for herself. Therefore, the dance she danced was close to a blind dance that she danced according to her heart. She regretted not learning her dance.

Dancing can be performed without an audience, but it is more fulfilling when there is an audience. She didn’t want to show this gesture to the only spectator next to her. She chose a different way to express her feelings. The saintess decided to laugh.

Cilia jerked her head up. Zer Pied lowered her head at the sudden movement of the saintess. Before he could ask anything, Ecilia showed a bright smile. That was the only thing her saintess could give her escort knight who showed her another continent to herself at present.

In an instant, the wind blew. Fields stained with gold began to sway from the distant horizon. The roaring noise came closer in an instant. It was military Wheat and barley held the wind’s hand and danced together. The saintess joined the choreography without realizing it. Her platinum hair fluttered. As she bathed in her sunlight, she was dyed her golden hue.

Saint Esilia’s smile was shining. The Death Knight blinked once in her eyes. Before I knew it, the saintess turned her head back and was singing her hum, making fun of her light steps. No sooner or later The Death Knight didn’t know how long it took for her to blink that eye once.

In that indescribable feeling, the Death Knight turned her gaze in front of her.

Zerpied looked around. All the other people who had escaped from Ehardo at the same time as themselves went their separate ways and were nowhere to be seen. But even so, the Death Knight carefully examined the surroundings. It was because there was only a wide empty field beside them. There were no visible obstacles to cover them.

In this situation, she couldn’t carelessly say something stupid. In this environment that can be seen from afar, if you accidentally see a scene where a horse without a head is brought out, you will be blown away from that hour. Zerfied looked around carefully once more. Seeing him like that, Celia blinked her eyes and asked a question.

“What are you doing, driver?”

“I was looking around. Just in case someone sees us riding horses.”

Following Jer Pied’s words, she too carefully looked around her. Unfortunately, she was far from her. About three cubits tall, she had to lift her tiptoes to get her sight smoothly. The height of the wheat and barley was equal to her height. Some even exceeded her height.

Raising her tiptoe, she clapped her palms together. Her eyes widened. The saintess called her escort knight to tell the Death Knight about her ingenious idea she had just come up with.

“Knight! Knight! Knight! Knight!”

“… I hear you, Ecilia. What is it for?”

“Let’s go to our barley fields!”

“To the barley field?”

At Esilia’s words, Zerpied cast his gaze left and right. The roadside they were standing on now was like a rice paddy, more bulging than the field next to it. Even at this height, the wheat and barley are equal to her height, so her actual height will be slightly higher than her.

Zerpied stared intently at the wild colonies of mixed wheat and barley, focusing on that fact. The crops that sprouted her own vitality at will were growing as high as the vitality. Zerfied realized what the saintess was saying. He nodded his head.

“I will do that.”

The saintess smiled. But the next moment she had to shut her mouth.

“Good work, Esilia.”

At the sudden praise of the escort knight, Esilia nodded her head. The Death Knight and the saint went down to the field and mounted the horse without a head. The tall wheat and barley were fortunately about the same height as the dark blue horse. At a glance, it won’t be noticeable. There is no such thing as a particularly high terrain.

It seemed quite odd that the blue-black figure was making its way through the golden ripples. That is, from the point of view of the sky. From a flat, not tall, point of view, it was like a dark blue reef suddenly rising all alone in the middle of a sea of gold. Of course, that’s odd enough. However, isn’t it more strange that a boat is stranded than a rock? Because of this, the Death Knight and the saint had to be shocked.

It was close to evening, and the sunlight crumbling into twilight flowed down the saintess’ platinum hair. The sunlight that shone through her white blonde hair was suddenly cut off. The other hair of her saintess was all because of the shadows encroaching on it.

Her saintess looked up at it, which cast her shadow on her own head. The object was a cabin. It also rises in the middle of a golden field. Death Knight looked around. Suddenly, a shadow was casting over the world. Still around there was nothing to be seen but fields. The Death Knight touched his chin once and got off his horse.

Zer Pied nodded her head heavily once to her saintess. It was a signal not to get off her horse. The saintess responded by nodding her head at the signal. The Death Knight, who had pulled her Partizan out of her own shadow, carefully opened the door. The fact that Death Knight discovered could be said to be fortunate in a way. Because she had nothing threatening in it. But at the same time, it wasn’t reassuring either.

There was nothing inside a hut that suddenly appeared.