Volume 2 Chapter 39 Remnants Of The Past
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Sir McCutchen, good job!”
Young Guillaume cheerfully greets the chubby old man.
The old man──McCutchen nodded and started to speak in a rough, mumbling voice.
”The Knights of the Sun ceremony is in 2 weeks. Be sure to prepare properly by then. Since you are now a knight of the princess, you cannot embarrass yourself.”
”Yes!”
”Even after the ceremony, your knight status will still be recognized by Margrave. It is for one generation only, but you are a knight of this land. You serve in exchange for honor. Do not forget her kindness.”
”Yes!”
Guillaume politely replied.
The ‘glasses’ made a complicated sound.
’I know it is late, but knights do not get paid from the treasury.’
(They do pay the female magicians and house steward, and their staff from the treasury. If the treasury is not rich, they can’t pay knights either)
’The knight order is fading, and it becomes the age of mercenaries.’
”Your Excellency Maribel, thank you for your work at the ceremony.”
Owl looked away from the chubby old steward and smiled at the blonde little princess standing quietly behind him.
The thin lips of the owl knight parted, revealing sharp, inhuman teeth.
From the height difference, it looked like a strange monster was about to eat the delicate princess.
Maribel, unfazed by the strange knight’s terrifying smile, gracefully dimpled the corners of her pale pink lips like a doll.
”Thanks, Owl. But I’m just sitting there”
”That’s a great job. It must have been very tough to have your skin exposed in front of everyone for such a long time. But please try your best.”
”……”
Maribel just smiles faintly and doesn’t say anything.
The steward McCutchen inserted his fat body in front of the young princess to avoid Owl’s gaze.
”Owl. Preparations for the Knights of the Sun ceremony are underway, aren’t they? Even though it’s a rule, I’m going to the trouble of inviting the princess to the arena. And…wait a second. …who are you?”
”Sir McCutchen, this is Kian. He saved Her Excellency and me from an assassin the other day.”
Christy quickly jumped in, but the fat old man only frowned.
”Why is someone unconnected sneaking into this party? Guard!”
”McCutchen”
A small voice.
Maribel, who had stopped smiling, squeezed her white-gloved hands and looked up at the plump old man.
”I called Kian. I never got to thank him for his help before.”
”Princess. You don’t need to be so polite to a mere adventurer.”
”But…”
”‘But’ is not an answer!”
McCutchen stuck out his big belly even more.
His face twisted like an angry boar.
”How many times do I have to deal with you? Your father told me to raise you well. Just! Listen! To what I say!”
”But, McCutchen. I am a symbol of Izerland, and I must stay fair as a symbol. If I don’t repay my life’s savior and just throw them out of the party, no one will help me next time.”
”No one? The princess has me, McCutchen, and the guards protecting her. We will always be on your side.”
”Um…”
Christy raised her hand timidly.
”I was the one who told Kian that he could join the party. Her excellence is not bad.”
”Christy! “
”Christina…!”
McCutchen’s pale face flushed with blood.
It seems like blood is still flowing through that loose flesh.
He came in front of the black-haired female magician, swinging his arms over her.
”────!”
”────”
”……”
”Christy!”
Everyone there assumed that in the next leap, Christy would be hit by McCutchen.
The knights around were quiet, and even the plain knights standing next to Maribel were staring wide-eyed from behind their face guards.
But.
In the suddenly silent feast hall, the sound of slapping cheeks never faded away.
Instead, a strange sound started coming from the middle of McCutchen’s pants.
”Huh──?”
The fat steward stood still, his hand raised in surprise.
His pants suddenly fell to the stone floor.
”Eh?”
”Pff…”
Christy froze in place.
Maribel covered her mouth and let out a small laugh.
The old steward exposed his sagging lower body and yellowed underwear to everyone, drawing attention.
”Wha… what!?”
”S-Sir Steward!” “Sir Steward!” “Sir McCutchen!”
The knights in the back hurried to cover the steward’s embarrassment, but McCutchen tripped on his fallen pants and lost his balance badly.
His weight had increased, and his supporting muscles had weakened with age.
This causes him to flap his arms flailing about in a comical way and slowly fall backwards.
Oh no, that’s coming from the back of the head.
The expectations of the surrounding spectators were betrayed once again.
Kian, wearing shining glasses, quickly grabbed the old man’s back.
Kian used a little charm magic on McCutchen and helped his up.
I didn’t like him, as Oswald said, but that’s how it is.
”Sir Steward, are you okay?”
The old man smiled from close range, and stared blankly at Kian’s face.
He leapt his eyes a few times, then muttered softly, “Oh, you.”
”What?”
”Oh, you…! Right! I remember now! Kian…, Kian Vahid!”
”────!?”
McCutchen Screamed.
He stumbled out of Kian’s arms, turned to Kian again and pointed his finger at him.
”You showed your sword skills to the master a few years ago… You washed up on the East End…!”
”────────”
”McCutchen?”
”────! …N-no, it’s nothing!”
The chubby, curly-haired steward answered Maribel like that, then got helped up by his subordinates.
Right away, a makeshift tablecloth was wrapped around his waist.
”Sir Steward, over here. Change your clothes.”
”Ah, oh okay.”
McCutchen nodded to his knight friends and looked back at Kian one last time.
With a strange look on his face, he glared at Kian and wobbled towards the entrance of the venue.
The venue was quiet for a while, but when the door closed, it slowly got noisy again, and soon low mocking laughter started to spread around.
The party continued as if nothing had happened──.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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