The Death Knight Became an Escort Knight for the Saintess

70. Death Knight won’t blush.

70.

When Ecilia woke up in the morning, she felt refreshed. Her reason was simple. Because she had a pleasant dream.

In her dream, she was lying on a soft bed with a cold, and drowsiness enveloped her body. Although her mind was hazy and her eyes were blurry, she was fine. No, she was rather good.

It was comfortable.

A sense of security that would never let go, she felt comfortable in it.

Fully enjoying her comfort, she opened her eyes slightly. Then, the source that made her saint feel good shimmered in a blur before her eyes.

Zerpied, her knight. Although it was blurry, she could clearly see it.

Rough, rough, large hands. But those hands were stroking her now her own hair. The movement was very careful. It was as if she had become a glass bottle that would break with the slightest force.

Rather, her knight’s hand gestures were more cautious, making her feel like she was about to fall apart if she made a mistake. So, Celia hugged the knight’s arm tightly and rubbed her cheek against her forearm. So as not to fall. Because I want to hold on tight

Suddenly, her movements as she stroked her own hair came to a quivering halt, but soon resumed smoothly. She thought that comfort, she wished it would last.

Forever and ever.

Then she wouldn’t have to run away. Because she doesn’t have to leave people in pain anymore. Because she no longer has to be afraid of not knowing when she will die. Can be happy… Because Oddly enough, I felt like crying. The saintess opened her eyes completely before her tears completely covered her vision. She looked at the man who was making her happy now.

Zerpied Lim Sedbaigal.

The Death Knight’s mouth opened.

“It’s beautiful.”

It was a simple and low sound. However, the saintess felt as if her simple words were shaking everything within herself. She still felt like she was going to cry, but it was a different feeling than before. She showed that feeling through her actions.

The saintess smiled.

“The knights are cool too… ….”

She and she expressed that feeling in her words.

–

The sky over the ferry was still hazy. The only thing that has improved is that the thickness of the clouds has become a bit lighter. It’s a weather that any normal person can’t help but think of melancholy, but she didn’t seem to care about that as a saint. It is truly a saintly attitude. Ecilia hopped down her steps, smiling full of her smile.

“Hmm? Is the lady fine today? So, isn’t that big man not feeling well?”

The innkeeper’s doubts were put to an end when he saw Zer Pied following the saintess behind her.

“Today is a fine day for both of you.”

“Today?” Eccilia tilted her head at the innkeeper’s point of view. Surely it’s only been a day since you came to Perryburn? I must have arrived at Perryburn last night? Ecilia asked again, tilting her head.

“Today?”

“Okay, today. Didn’t you see the lady pluck her nose yesterday? Instead, the man was fine. As soon as he came down, he looked at me and asked me where the doctor was, and he left without even hearing the answer. ….”

“… Hmm. Gemini, go now.”

The innkeeper’s chatter was interrupted by Zerpied’s clearing of his throat. Esilia wanted to hear more of the innkeeper’s interesting remarks, but she couldn’t ask anything because Zer Pied had already put the money on her counter.

“Enough then.”

Zerpied went out immediately after a brief greeting. The situation was the opposite of before. Zerfied strode along the pier, followed by a small saintess. Following her, Escelia glanced at Zer Peed’s profile once. The Death Knight’s gaze was completely fixed in front of him, and he seemed unwilling to move.

“Knight, Knight.”

For the first time, a significant change has occurred. The steps were still the same, but Zerfied’s eyes flinched. Ecilia felt the urge to smirk at that movement.

“Mr. Knight, Mr. Knight. That’s what the innkeeper said earlier.”

“… Gemini. I’m sorry, but I’d like to have a conversation when we reach our destination. It seems that we are already running out of time, so we must hurry.”

“What? Why did you delay? Wasn’t it ‘yesterday’ that we arrived at Perryburn?”

At those words, Zer Pied pressed down on his hat and began to move his steps even louder. Ecilia had to struggle to contain her laughter as it tried to burst out. Because it would be so rude to burst out laughing at her here.

“…… Yes. It was yesterday that we arrived.”

“Right. It was yesterday that we arrived.”

“Still, it wouldn’t be better if I moved faster.”

“Right. The faster you move, the better.”

Escelia wanted to actively let her know that she agreed with the driver’s opinion. To do so, she pursed her lips.

“Knight, Knight.”

“Hmm?”

“The knights are both cool.”

Zerpied did not answer. He walked quickly, lengthening his long stride even further. His right hand pressed his hat deeply. It was to the point where I doubted whether I would be able to see the front. In the end, Celia burst into laughter. She barely managed to calm her teary laugh, and when she looked back at the knight’s profile, she opened her eyes wide.

Perhaps, she thought, she was mistaken. Luckily, a ray of sunlight broke through the clouds.

There is no way the Death Knight would blush when he found out that the living death, Zerpie Ed Lim Sed Baigal, had told a woman that she was beautiful.

When the saintess finished her thoughts, the knight was striding from afar. Eccilia had to shout, trying as hard as she could to avoid her big smile.

“Chief, let’s go together!!”

–

“… Is this right?”

“According to the note Mr. Voltley gave me as part of the letter, this place is certain….”

“Shall I take a look?”

Escelia accepted her note from Zer Pied. On the note, there was a map showing the location of the “Friend” Volley had spoken of. Eccilia looked at it and she had to compare the map with the place they were in twice more. That would also be the case, because they were in an alley that was a little far from the wharf filled with boats. It’s also quite deep.

There were several dingy buildings lined up, but it was difficult for the Death Knight and the saintess to guess what these buildings were doing. The common signage did not exist here. I even confirmed that the location of the map and this place matched, but I couldn’t tell exactly which building the ‘friend’ would be in because there was only the location. Eventually they had to keep going down the alley.

There was not a single person in sight in the alley. Although there were no people, there were many others.

-Jizzijik – !

Escelia clung to Zer Pied’s waist in fright as a rat sped across her board and disappeared into the hole in the sewer across from her. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen a rat, of course, but it was too big for the ‘rat’ she knew. What mouse in the world had a hand the size of Zerfied?

“Everything is surprising.”

Celia was almost startled once again by her voice coming from above. Ecilia cautiously raised her head. But she couldn’t see the owner of the voice. At that moment, the voice continued from the roof of the building.

“It’s probably not the first time you’ve seen a squirrel rat.”

This time, the voice didn’t come out alone. She appeared with long ears. ‘Elf?’ Ethilia’s eyes blinked. She had a reason for her question mark. Unlike other elves, its ears had coppery skin.

The long ears gradually became an attached part of her face. His black hair was slightly curly. Blinking golden eyes, the slender young elf man removed his mouth from the bottle and said a little curtly.

“What, these are the faces I haven’t seen here? I thought they were pretty familiar if they came this far.”

At that time, his brow furrowed.

“Huh?”

The bronze-skinned elf jumped off the roof with agility. It was so nimble that it didn’t even make the sound of landing. He strode towards Esilia, teasing her feet. Again, there was no sound.

Zerpied tried to pull Ecilia straight away if he did something stupid. It didn’t have to be. He just looked closely at the note that Esilia was holding, to be exact, the letter she was holding as well.

“… Volley? Isn’t that Voltree’s signature? How do you guys have Voltry’s signature?”

“Uh… Then, is the friend Mr. Voltrie talked about…….”

“Give me this.”

The saintess was slightly dumbfounded at the behavior of the male elf who snatched the letter from her before she could answer her. It is an attitude that can be seen as rude in some ways and bold in some ways. The saintess only glared at her at an attitude she had never experienced before.

The elf immediately unsealed the letter and read it with his brow furrowed. At one point, the elf man frowned even more. Not long after, a low-pitched curse came out of his mouth.

“You bastard Voltley… You did this without consulting me……. Ha, fuck He wasn’t in debt then….”

The elf glanced at the Death Knight and the saint and said. His face was slightly tired.

“So, Hooch and Gemini?”

“That’s right.”

“Okay, I can understand the story from the letter. Follow me.”

The elf turned his body around. Ecilia couldn’t hide her embarrassment when she saw him like that. The place he was heading was not the place where the boat was tied, but the entrance of the building.

“…… Do you want me to follow you?”

“Yeah, you asked for a ride? Help me if you want to go early. We have to move everything in these places.”

“Move it?”

Esilia’s answer could be seen by entering the building. I thought it was a bit small for an ordinary building, but it seemed to be a warehouse. There were about ten barrels inside the building. It looked quite big for her to move, so Essilya hesitated as she tried to move it. When she reached out her hand, the elf waved her hand and held out one of her baskets to her.

“No, you look like you can’t move the bucket, so move those baskets. The barrels will be moved by me and Lee.”

Escelia accepts her basket, and she sees what’s inside. Inside were six bottles of alcohol.

“Wait… Could it be that everything in here… ?!”

“Right. It’s alcohol. So let’s move quickly. If Viscount Ferryburn finds out that I monopolize a large amount of alcohol in circulation, not only me but you guys will be in trouble.”

Cilia almost dropped her basket. Isn’t it illegal under the Trade Act to monopolize alcohol? This friend, I think Mr. Voltrie said that he must have ended his life in the back alley… ?

“I, I… He must have stopped living in the back alley… ?”

“Huh? Uh, is that right? The main job is boating. Selling alcohol is a side job. I’m not making a living on this, so isn’t it right that I gave up? Ah, Mr. Anyway, why are you guys here at this time? I was just going to sell off what’s here and set up a trade deal. I wanted to touch a lot of money…. Damn, I’d be refusing even if I didn’t owe this bastard Voltrie…….”

“Debt?”

The elf nodded, opened a bottle of wine on the floor, and immediately put it in his mouth. He let out a cool exclamation and said with a grin.

“Yeah, he saved me before.”

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