Chapter 37

Chapter 37

Mom

“It was a pleasant date.”

“······It is not a date.”

Adrianne who answered firmly turned back. The white coat with not a speck of dust fluttered roughly.

“An abnormal phenomenon was discovered in the Magic Realm. I will open a meeting.”

Adrianne who issued a short order left the place. The 1st Battalion guys who were sending hot gazes to Galahad hurriedly followed Adrianne.

Even pretending not she was a quite meticulous woman.

“Why do you keep provoking?”

Gilbert asked with a startled face. Galahad answered while shaking the cigarette.

“When did I provoke.”

“Making Lady Adrianne take out the cigarette there—.”

“Ah, that is not provocation. It is establishing a relationship.”

“······Yes?”

“And because the hand is in this state there was no choice. Will you take it out?”

“No.”

“Agreed. Just imagining the cigarette taste drops sharply.”

Then, the knights who went out together approached. The guys who glared so much when going out had the world’s gentle eyes.

“Sorry.”

The guys suddenly bowed their heads. It was an unexpected apology.

“What are you saying.”

“I thought it would become luggage because a mage. Rather this side was luggage. Sorry.”

The guys deeply bowed their heads again.

From the beginning Galahad did not care how the guys saw him.

It was not that they openly picked a fight like other guys.

It was a matter sufficient to gloss over, yet the knights bowing their heads and apologizing—.

It was a matter unimaginable in the capital.

‘Are knights still remaining here.’

Galahad laughed bitterly and shook his head.

“It was not to the extent of apologizing. Actually the probability an empire mage from the empire does not become luggage in the demon race’s territory is extremely low.”

“······Yes?”

“It was only that I was an excellent mage.”

The knights’ expressions became subtle. There was a sign of somehow hating while seeming hot.

“···Just receive roughly a bit.”

“If I carelessly receive a perfectly fine mage might face an unjust matter for nothing. It was a matter possible because it was me. If one places another mage one would not even be able to use magic.”

Galahad pointed out the accurate fact. It was to prevent possible damage.

“Ah, yes. That···. Yes. A genius mage—. Yes, understood.”

The knights nodded. Only then satisfied Galahad opened his mouth at a suddenly rising thought.

“It worked out well, since you worked hard one has to oil the belly too. I am thinking of a Special Mission Unit company dinner, you also come. Sir Gilbert is treating.”

Gilbert fully furrowed his face. However, Gilbert nodded without particular words.

“Yes, if there is time after the meeting ends I will go.”

“Also tell Adrianne.”

“Yes.”

The knights moved away. They did not mix with the others going first and disappeared separately.

“Lady Adrianne will not come.”

“That one does not know.”

Galahad moved busy steps. Gilbert followed.

Inside Galahad’s head was moving as diligently as the feet.

‘The pill of pain—.’

The most questionable now was the pill of pain. From after feeding quite a bit of the blood of the demon race it felt like an ego formed in the guy.

Anyway it was to the extent of burning will looking at Adrianne, or fearing Adrianne who came close—.

‘He said a remnant of the Demon War. An egg of a high-rank demon race.’

He recalled Corton’s words. It was an item that flowed from the Dawn side. The guys were using it as a tool of oath to some extent.

Actually the moment seeing Adrianne it gave pressure to the extent the mind shook.

Yet while feeding the blood of the demon race the pill of pain changed.

The pill of pain that only extracts dense concentration mana from the blood of the demon race and gives is currently very important to Galahad.

However because planted in the body, right beside the heart there was a need to clearly confirm the identity.

‘You, what is your identity.’

The pill of pain was quiet. If Adrianne was not around it seemed it did not show a particular reaction.

Around then he arrived at the tavern where he left the members.

Only Tom was in the tavern. Tom was sitting on a high chair located in the center of the tavern and playing an instrument shaped like a guitar. That skill was quite good.

“Ah, you came.”

“The playing skill is considerable.”

“Because it happened to be in the tavern I was practicing.”

“Is that so. The others?”

“Damien is running around behind, and Gwen is going around the 1st Battalion helping people.”

Before Tom’s answer even ended, Gilbert headed to the back door. Even pretending not subtle desire was contained in those eyes.

‘Competing with Damien—.’

An inevitable knight. Galahad clicked his tongue and sat in the seat.

“Did you eat?”

“Not yet. A bit hungry.”

“I will prepare right away.”

Tom stood up and entered inside.

Galahad took out the cigarette Adrianne transferred and put it in his mouth and lit the fire. Lemon scent deeply wafted.

A short while later flashy food came out in a line. Even to Galahad who only ate high-class cooking in the central region it was delicious.

Tom sat on the high chair and started playing the instrument again. Natural to the extent one could not feel strangeness.

Damien and Gilbert returned after quite a bit of time passed.

‘Late.’

It was longer than the time Galahad expected.

It was one of two.

Either Gilbert tried to make the spar longer and went easy, or Damien’s skill increased.

Seeing Gilbert’s crumpled face it seemed the latter.

Damien dashed to the food. He buried his face right into the plate and a bang! sound occurred. Gilbert urgently secured one food.

“But where did the owner go and why is Tom cooking?”

“Ah, because Mr. Hedrick’s body is a bit unwell today I am doing it instead.”

“······Hedrick is suspicious so he would not use anyone?”

Tom smiled instead of answering and plucked the instrument. Thud! A quite pleasant sound.

Gilbert who nodded suspiciously looked at Galahad.

“Damien, this guy’s skill increased.”

“Is that so? Damien, you worked hard. Well done.”

“Yes.”

At Damien’s light answer Gilbert squinted his eyes.

“All he does is eat and run around, why he becomes stronger is really questionable. Does it make sense?”

Gilbert stared at Damien with complex and subtle eyes. Damien was eating without caring. As always gluttonous.

“Originally a beast becomes strong if one feeds and sleeps well. And aren’t you sparring with him.”

“Even so···.”

Gilbert who muttered softly nodded reluctantly.

Gwen returned late. The face was black as if she did something outside.

“You returned! You worked hard!”

“Looking only at the face, you seem to have worked harder. What are you going around doing?”

“While practicing Explosive Fireball I helped the people here.”

Pride rose on Gwen’s face. Tom wiped Gwen’s face with a cloth.

“Sniff.”

“Sniff!”

Gwen returned to the usual fluffy face.

“Did Explosive Fireball become a bit familiar?”

“Yes! Now it is a bit familiar. Explosive Fireball.”

Chanting the formula a large fireball floated on Gwen’s hand. That size was considerable. It seemed because the mana vessel was ignorantly large.

“Perfect.”

“Aaah! Thank you!”

“Since you saw my magic and followed it is inevitable to be perfect.”

Galahad nodded. Since she saw Galahad’s magic and followed, it was inevitable to be perfect.

Gwen who was expressing thanks twitched her mouth.

Then, Gwen opened her eyes wide. That gaze was stuck on Galahad’s left chest.

“·········Yes?! I did not hear. What?”

Gwen suddenly tilted her head.

“I did not say anything.”

“No, just now what words······. Now! You said!”

In the direction Gwen pointed Galahad’s eyes narrowed. Gwen was exactly pointing at Galahad’s left chest.

It was the place where the pill of pain was.

“What words did you say?”

“Uh···.”

“Uh?”

“Uuh······.”

“Uh?”

Gwen squinted her eyes.

“What did you say?”

Galahad urgently urged. Fear rose in Gwen’s eyes. It seemed she noticed something strange.

Galahad shook his head and looked at Gwen.

“Ignore other things and believe you. Concentrate. Is it still heard?”

“···Yes?! That—.”

“Speak honestly. Because lies make the mouth heavy.”

Galahad leaned his upper body putting his hand on the table. At Galahad who approached right in front Gwen was startled.

“What matter···.”

“Sir Gilbert, close your mouth a bit. Come, Gwen. Is the voice still heard?”

Galahad’s sunken eyes—. Black pupils, but faint blue was seen.

Facing that Gwen received a feeling as if the neck was strangled.

She tightly bit her lips and nodded.

Uh······ uhma···.

Gwen answered with a face about to cry.

“······It says to me become mom? I am not mom!”

“Mom?"

Galahad urgently untied the upper part of the shirt. At the terrible scar seen between that Gwen opened her eyes wide.

It was a terrible scar as if something was scratched on a place burned with fire. A scar that did not match Galahad’s clean appearance at all.

How much did it hurt. Gwen’s tears welled up—.

“Gwen, shed tears later. Come, concentrate. Is it still heard now?”

The clumsy voice became larger. The voice shook the head.

The impulse momentarily strengthened. Gwen’s pupils loosened.

Gwen held out her hand without knowing herself.

“Hmm—.”

Galahad squinted his eyes. The pill of pain jumped roughly.

It was rougher than when seeing Adrianne. Gwen spat an excited exclamation. At those loosening pupils Galahad clicked his tongue softly.

“Gwen, concentrate. Do not get dragged.”

“···Yes? Yes!”

“What does the guy say?”

Gwen deeply lowered her head.

“Become mom—. I am not mom!”

Gwen whispered softly so only Galahad could hear. Injustice was full in those eyes.

“Receive it.”

“···Yes?! I have not even married!”

“Anyway aren’t you raising orphans. Looking at it this guy is also an orphan. It would not be a dangerous matter for you. If really dangerous there is a method to deal with it so—.”

The pill of pain vibrated roughly. Pity grazed Gwen’s face. Soon Gwen nodded.

The pill of pain largely undulated. Something moved from the pill of pain to Gwen. It was not mana. Something of unknown identity.

Galahad felt dense interest.

Gwen rigidly raised her head.

“There Captain—.”

“Sir Gilbert, please be quiet for a moment.”

Creak. With a cheerful sound Gwen’s right arm became a little thicker. It thickened as if muscles expanded and soon disappeared.

It was a very fleeting moment, but Galahad who was in front did not miss it.

Galahad doubted his own eyes.

What Gwen did just now—.

‘It is the demon race’s.’

Then, it was similar to what the demon race seen in the cave when meeting Palho showed.

It was the ability to strengthen the body with something close to the origin of mana. He unfolded what the demon race calls authority.

The pill of pain stopped the running. Gwen exhaled a deep breath. The breath was quite hot.

‘Is it related to following magic? The demon race’s thing is the origin of magic?’

Galahad’s head became complicated again. Does Gwen have a secret? Or is it fine if a female mage?

“Captain.”

Gilbert called Galahad again.

Turning his head at that—.

“······Ah, I came to deliver His Grace the Grand Duke’s letter.”

Adrianne was standing. Expressionless as usual. The knights behind made startled expressions.

Galahad only then looked at the situation.

Gwen had put her hand into Galahad’s chest. Even drool was flowing from the mouth.

It was not a good-looking appearance.

“I see. Gwen, will you take out the hand a bit?”

“Yes? Aaaah! Yes!”

Gwen noisily took out the hand. Galahad closed the shirt.

Adrianne held out an envelope right in front of Galahad. Close as if touching the nose. The sense of distance is strange—.

“Thank you.”

“······.”

Galahad unfolded the envelope without hesitation.

[Special Mission Unit Captain Galahad go around the battalions, and take responsibility and confirm the holes in the front line.]

It was a short sentence. The thick handwriting as if written with a fist was the Grand Duke’s without needing to look.

‘Take responsibility—.’

It meant take responsibility for the story you brought out. There was a petty part not matching the size.

However—.

‘Good. Is it a reward?’

The Grand Duke’s seal stamped below the letter was a quite good reward.

‘Take responsibility and look at the holes of the battalions—.’

A rough sentence, but the Grand Duke supported power to Galahad. It gave Galahad the authority to intervene in other battalions.

Of course there was no way the battalion captains would open wide, but it was the justification exactly needed for Galahad.

It was the opportunity to find the guy called Dawn.

“Good.”

Galahad laughed satisfied and secured the letter.

“His Grace the Grand Duke issued an order to all battalions to confirm the front line again. Since abnormal signs were also discovered in the Magic Realm—. The 1st Battalion is thinking of locking the gate for a while and inspecting the inside.”

Adrianne said in an indifferent voice.

“Understood. I will look forward to the next date, and catch the bugs that entered inside.”

“······It is not a date.”

Adrianne put strength in the eyebrows. It was Adrianne who did not go beyond once.

At that Galahad raised the corners of his mouth and threw a joke.

“Why do you react so. Surely was it the first date?”

Adrianne did not answer. The eyebrows hardened as is.

Silence continued for a moment.

Galahad coughed softly.

“Hmm······, thinking again it was not a date. Yes, how is that a date.”

The ends of Adrianne’s eyebrows finely rose.

“I was busy. Because one has to block the front line.”

“Understood.”

“Even if one lets one’s guard down for a moment the demon race crosses over. And I am the 1st Battalion Captain. The North’s first shield—.”

“I said understood.”

Adrianne continued to claim.

****

“They say a cadre came directly.”

“A cadre moved? Is the guy that amazing?”

At the noisy conversation the elderly man lifted his heavy eyelids.

A prison mixed with fishy smell and filth smell, a blurry light was seen beyond the iron bars.

‘Noisily noisy guys.’

The elderly man grumbled. Black magic something mage guys, but they did not rest their mouths for a moment.

The elderly man spat saliva with a ptoo—. It was sticky saliva mixed with phlegm and blood. Clank, the handcuffs bound to the elderly man’s arm made a sound.

“The business place too, and because Dawn is related—.”

“I see.”

Then—.

“Oh! You came!”

“Ah, yes! Understood! Please converse comfortably!”

The sound of the guys urgently moving away was heard.

“Is your mind clear?”

A subtle voice was heard. A voice that seemed like a woman, or like a boy. When the elderly man had no reaction, the guy knocked the iron bars with a thud thud.

There was one shadow across the iron bars. Because the torch was behind it was not seen accurately.

“7th Battalion Captain··· no, former Captain Belogrim correct?”

Yes, it was that kind of name. Getting old this was the problem one kept forgetting.

“Correct. I will ask a few things. Is there a secret passage worth entering, or ······.”

The guy continued to chatter. Because the elderly man also had no particular conversation partner he answered.

Then, footsteps were heard from far.

“Ah, lastly is there something worth giving if one saves here?”

At the guy’s bizarre question the elderly man laughed.

“Saving—. Do you know how many guys are outside and say that?”

“Yes, I would know better than that side. Because busy please answer quickly.”

At the guy’s bold urging the elderly man laughed.

“Yes, if one saves I will even lick the feet.”

“Auh··· that is a bit disgusting. Ah, it is not that I will save. So if saved, can one also become a subordinate of another captain?”

It was a trivial story. The elderly man lightly nodded only his head.

“Later if you change the words it is not allowed? Very scary. That person.”

“But are you a woman? A man?”

“That is confidential.”

Then, the footsteps approached to the side.

The approached torch showed the guy’s appearance.

‘It was a crow mask.’

The elderly man clicked his tongue softly.

“Shh—.”

The crow who put the index finger to the mouth disappeared.