Violant of the Silver

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Translator: mii

editor: chiizuholic

tlc: chiizuholic

Legion and Cheval ran into a side street of 4th Avenue in pursuit. They panicked when the trail of bloodstains suddenly stopped, but by chance they found a piece of paper with a magic circle drawn on it in front of a set of stairs leading underground. 

Legion broke through the first floor basement door and finally found his master. “Lord Violant!”

In this semi-underground basement room that seemed to be an atelier, Vio was tied up in a chair. He cried out the moment he saw Legion. “Mmgh! Mmghh!!”

Legion glared at the bald man in front of Vio, eyes full of murder. “You dare do something so insolent… I’ll help you as soon as possible, Lord Violant!”

The man panicked and yelled at someone, “Hey, Morgan! What’s going on here!”

“Hiiih, I was asked by him to do this! Please forgive me!!” The young man stumbled away from the chair and desperately reached for the censer on the desk.

“As if I’ll let you do that!” Cheval grabbed a chair and threw it at the young man.

“ARGH!” The young man screamed as the chair hit him directly, causing him to collapse to the floor. At the same time, the minerals and powders on the desk were scattered and the canvas leaning against the wall fell, crushing the young man beneath. As he listened to Cheval running to secure the young man, Legion walked towards the bald man.

“H-hey, wait. I was just sketching him…”

“There’s no excuse!”

Legion used his dominant arm to punch the man in the face with all of his might. The man instantly toppled to the floor, groaning in pain. 

It was only natural that he collapsed, considering Legion had the physical strength to overpower an Equestrian Dragon. 

After looking around to make sure that there were no other enemies, Legion immediately went to untie the rope restraining Vio’s arms and torso. Once Legion finished, Vio took away the gag. “Haa, you saved me, Legi. …Legi?”

As soon as Legion had untied the rope binding Vio’s legs, the knight couldn’t stop himself from hugging Vio. Heedless of Vio making a surprised sound, Legion was relieved by the warmth in his arms. “I’m glad you’re alright…”

“It’s okay, they didn’t hurt me at all. He was only sketching me,” Vio said with a strained laugh, patting Legion’s back to soothe him. With that, Legion understood that Vio was safe and his arms loosened.

“Sketching?” he asked, finding Vio’s words strange. 

Vio pointed to the man lying on the floor. “He’s the painter we met at the Great Temple. It seems he had his assistant kidnap me because I refused to be his model. There’s another victim over there.”

Only then did Legion notice the woman sleeping on a chaise lounge. He clicked his tongue. “Even tenacity has a limit. What a strange guy.”

Then Legion looked at Vio again, and he became flustered once he finally noticed that Vio was currently shirtless. “Lord Violant?! What happened to your clothes? Ah, did that man do this and that to you…?” Blood rose to his head in an instant. “Unbelievable, I’ll slice him in two!” 

Just as he took the hilt of his sword in his right hand, Vio gently put his hand over Legion’s and stopped him. “Hey, calm down. I’m not sure what you mean by ‘this and that’, but he was really just taking a sketch of me.”

“I-is that so…” Legion reluctantly put his sword down, but he was troubled with where he should look. In the dim room, Vio’s pale skin stood out even more. Though it angered Legion, Vio’s appearance was beautiful enough that he could understand why the painter wanted to make him his model.

The knight knew he shouldn’t stare, but his eyes were drawn to Vio like a magnet. Legion thought he should just look and maybe he’d gain some resistance, but he immediately regretted it. Vio was too dazzling.

Vio looked up at Legion in confusion, wondering why he went silent all of a sudden. “What’s wrong, Legi?”

“N-no, it’s nothing…”

“If there’s nothing, can you look for my clothes? My shirt should be somewhere around here.” Oblivious to Legion’s predicament, Vio looked around.

Cheval, who had finished tying the young man up with a rope, headed towards them. He walked at a fast pace as if he’d seen something startling. “Lord Violant, how did you get that injury? Don’t tell me they tortured you?”

“Eh?!” Surprised at Cheval’s remark, Legion looked at Vio again. He now noticed the red line running across Vio’s belly. 

Vio shook his head. “Ah, this is different. Don’t worry, it’s just an old wound. He really only sketched me.”

“An old wound? Rather than a scar from training, it looks more like an intentional cut,” Cheval said carelessly and with full confidence . After all, he didn’t know Vio’s circumstances. And though he wasn’t all that smart, he had moments where he was quite keen. As expected from the number one man who lived by his intuition.

Maybe it’s from two years ago?

Legion perceived what it might be and quickly moved in front of Vio, blocking Cheval’s line of sight. “Don’t stare at him like that. You’re being rude.”

“What now, I’m just saying it because I’m worried. It’s not like he’ll shrink from me staring at him.”

“He will shrink. He will definitely shrink.”

“What? What do you mean? You’re so weird.”

Off to one side of the knights who were having a stupid quarrel, Vio was wandering around the room. Legion realized he was looking for his clothes and helped, all while still threatening Cheval.

The knight thought that it should be somewhere nearby, but for some reason couldn’t spot it. When he finally found it near the doorway, Lantz came into the room with the guards.

“Ah.” Vio, whose shirt was stepped on, and Legion, who was trying to pick up the shirt, spoke at the same time. Lantz looked at his feet and quickly moved away.

“Pardon me. It’s great that you’re safe, Lord Violant.” Perhaps because Lantz was worried as well, his usually unfriendly face had softened.

Legion picked up the shirt, removed the dirt, and hung it on Vio’s shoulders. 

Lantz frowned as he observed Vio. “Are you injured? I will treat you immediately.”

“Ah, no. Don’t worry, it’s just an old wound.”

“Old wound…?” Just as Lantz asked, Jill, the last to enter the atelier, saw Vio and rushed towards him. “Young master! Are you alright? Ahh, this is horrendous…”

After inspecting him and finding no injuries, Jill quickly helped Vio put on his shirt. Meanwhile, Legion found Vio’s dark red vest and white cloak. He handed it to Jill.

“So what did these people want?” Lantz asked calmly as he watched the five guards pull up the painter and the young man. He also gave the woman a sidelong glance to check her condition.

Vio shrugged before he replied, “He told me that he wanted to make me his model for a painting.”

A complicated atmosphere flowed through the atelier, as everyone was shocked that these people did such a thing for that kind of reason.