"You see… … …I'm a merchant."
"It doesn't matter what you are. If you're needed, follow orders as it is. We didn't ask you based on your status."
No, that's not what I'm trying to say.
"Sir, it's not that but… …."
"Now what?" Stammered the man. That man must have been a former soldier. You think you're the only ones with a loud voice?
"I need to look after the store!"
"WHAT?!"
He was indeed taller than me.
Compared to before, Arnowalt spoke in a tone quite different from before. It was a tone so unbelievable that I questioned how such a voice could come out from a boy similar of age. Even if you were older, it's nearly impossible to make that kind of voice. Why? Since there won't be a need to.
"HOW DARE YOU IN THE PROVINCE OF EMBER DEFY ME?"
Big Deer Habiyanak, Rose Ember, Laurel's Bay Grillard, and Snowflower Sedanborum - these four villages together were called the Province of Ember. Wait, I shouldn't even be leisurely explaining this.
"DEFY ME AND ONLY PRISON AWAITS!"
Yup. That's what I expected.
I let out a long sigh as I sat on the castle floors.
The soldiers opened the gate, which was at least a few times the height of an average person. And in front laid the front lawn.
Starting tomorrow, I'll have to take this path. Just how did this happen?
There are a few ladies who seem to be the maids of the lord. They peek at me and chuckle. While not turning their heads towards me, they whispered quickly. But I know.
Feeling down, I trudged across the paved path.
"Are you leaving, Fabian?"
Oh, have I already walked across the path?
"We're switching shifts now."
Erent Hyung. How could you shatter that illusion so fast.
"Why did they look for you?"
"It's too appalling to even say it."
Of course, if I were to say the truth to Hyung in detail, then considering how hot-tempered and horrid their personalities were, they would involve Mother and threaten me. From now on, being beaten up near death when sparring, I'm not even sure if I'll be treated any less than a dog. As for the important part, if I were to mistakenly hit him, the slander and derision that would come out of his mouth might actually become a reality.
"Alright. Then don't say it."
You're too kind, Erent Hyung.
Thinking about it, he didn't even ask for my name. It's way easier to memorize, sheesh.
I returned to the store when lunchtime was around the corner.
"Fabian, boy! What took you so long?"
Although my mother may talk like this, she's at her greatest gentle state. Maybe it's because of the interactions I had with intensely cold people that had distorted my view for the negative. At least I didn't point at my ears like Arnowalt, or listen through my nose. Anyhow, the sleepiness made her voice that much sweeter.
"Mother."
"What's wrong?"
"I love you."
It's only a guess, but with that look I can tell that she's suspicious of something. In order to resolve her suspicions, I've initiated Project 1 into action.
"Let me prepare lunch."
"When have I ever prepared the food? You always prepared it."
When did my mother get so eloquent at speaking?
Face to face, I ate lunch with her. Two loafs of bread, and one may call this the epitome of luxury: sheep butter, two potatoes, and two apples. "A simple lunch," is what my mother's slogan was… … But why does breakfast and dinner have to have the same slogan as well
I briefly explained my situation to her as simply as possible.
"You training with knives?"
Seeing my mother's simple appreciation, I exclaimed as some of that precious loaf of bread spewed out.
"Mother - What are you saying? — !!"
My mother spoke without a single hint of worry in her voice. In her opinion, (as some potatoes popped out of her mouth), she thought that when I mentioned knives, she thought of the kitchen knives considering how rarely I do hold knives even in the kitchen (There's a misunderstanding. She prepares the meals more than I do). She mentioned how I'll probably leave the castle due to the lord's son being bored after playing around with me for a while. There should be a limit to how lightly she thinks of me.
Of course, it's not like my mother knows about my conflict with Gepper. Whenever my mother would arrive, that guy is the type to scream for help (Seeing how Mr. Kumentz acts, it's no wonder Gepper's demeanor is the same. At least he has some expensive) so of course she has no idea. Thus, it's understandable that she would misunderstand the knives I mentioned as the loaf knives in the kitchen.
I quickly scoured around my surroundings as I was stuck in an alley. I looked at those 4 guys across from me. One of them, I knew for sure. The rest of the three - I don't know them. Well, technically I've seen of those guys before, but the rest of the two faces were a mystery. It starts now. I know them all, but I do greet them from time to time.
At that moment, Gepper having suffered a few defeats from me, decided to finish this once and for all as he and his lackeys came to our house. Of course, they came when they knew that my mother wasn't around. Do you think I would let them leave my place and chase after me? That's silly. Why would I abandon such an advantageous post? Mother could come back home any second now, and there could be the Lord's men among the passersby. All of this would confirm my safety that much more.
"Stop spewing nonsense and draw your knife!"
It would've been nice if I could've had a knife that was appropriate to that immature speech of theirs. Seeing the knives those guys were holding, I quickly gathered my thoughts. Among those weapons of theirs was a large wooden stick, carved with a sharp tip. Do you think I wouldn't know that you stole that from Nasret's front lawn? There were no sticks as large as those, except for maybe a few logs where I lived. Only when you herd pigs do you have the need to use that. Maybe I should ask.
"Perchance, were you a pig?"
"What, what did you say?" screamed the ringleader of that group as he unsheathed his knife. I didn't particularly say this to him, but look at him stuttering. He's one odd kid. Well, it wouldn't make sense to say this to the rest who I don't even know personally. Admit it, you're the one that most closely looks like a pig. Mmm, what wonderful reasoning.
"Pi…I'm a pig…?"
The agitated Gepper, holding that large stick that still resembles unchopped firewood, rushed at me. It's interesting though how he has his left foot forward with that knife as a right-hander. After that beat down 5 months ago, thanks to you, I completely studied all those sword manuals from my store. It's time for you to figure out what misery is.
And if the trouble is a mess, then nobody'll will praise you.
"Iyayab! (TL note: War shout)" Coolly screaming, I forced his long stick into our house's eaves, and at that precise moment, I quickly hid behind the entrance door.
"You're a coward, Fabian!"
Oho, when you see those gangsters fight in those pubs, do you just stand there and observe? If so, then I should show you a thing or two of what I assimilated from those sword manuals.
"Iyayayab!" This time, Gepper, with great unrest, took a step back. Oh what great timing!
So, seeing a great opportunity, I rushed at Gepper's head at an angle and smashed it with a firewood log I had previously hidden behind the barrel.
"Puuhk!"
On the moment I aimed for Gepper's head, the two dumbfounded lackeys quickly swung their sticks towards me. It's already too late for me to turn. What was I supposed to do here? Oh yeah.
I was supposed to do this!
The moment my log collided with his head, I dropped my weapon. With that weight gone, I quickly ducked my body down as much as possible.
"Puhhk!"
It was the sound of two sticks colliding. Soon, they would aim for my back. I can't escape from either side. The only side I can escape from is backwards, but it was already too late to turn.
Even so, I was twice as fast than Gepper.
"Oh, oh, oh, OH!"
Holding his head in writhe was the bent-over Gepper. Since both of them were much taller than me, of course their legs would be longer as well. I guess I was very thankful for that, since there was a lot of space I could roll my body through. With my lowered body, I quickly escaped between Gepper's legs.
"Truly, co…, cowardly… …."
Puhhk– ouch, my head.
But, I was empty handed.
"Haah!"
Twisting my right leg diagonally in a slanted position, I launched a kick to the guy's right arm. The moment my leg stopped its momentum was when it collided with his fist. The stick that he couldn't hold on to flew backwards over his head. Byebye~ although it was a pity I couldn't wave it goodbye, at least I can follow it. Avoiding the bull-like forceful punch from Gepper, I swiftly jumped over the fence of my small home.
"Tuktuk- Puhhk!"
Uh, that bastard's trying to destroy our fence. But, within these fences held my trump card!
However, I didn't ignorantly aim for his head, since the amount of money I'll have to cough up for medical fees would be astronomical. [PR note: LMAO A true merchant…]
"Keeeeuuaaaaaaa……"
While trying to get up, the iron board smashed into his arm, flinging him back onto the ground motionless.
Silently cracking my chin, I waved at the other boys that were fleeing back towards the alley.
With difficulty, I woke up from my pleasant recollection. The accomplishment of punishing and taking vengeance against Gepper Kumentz after an arduous five months - this could result in being a very precious memory, but in Arnowalt's case, that would be different.
Mother began to rise from the dining table.
"And if you start to observe swordsmanship a bit, won't it help when you're herding pigs later on?"
That…what could she possibly mean?
Halting in the midst of cleaning and entering my room, my mind wandered again. I feel like I might have to think twice before coming up with an appropriate reasoning next time.
TL Afterword: A simple lunch = luxurious~ All hail Food-sama. Oh, and I love the MC’s mother’s character so much already.
Translator: Calvis
Proofreader: Sai101
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