The Death Knight Became an Escort Knight for the Saintess

15. Last Night in Diervan

15.

The saintess caught the last light of the day bouncing off the water surface of the fountain and scattering into the empty air.

As she moved her gaze to follow the sun slowly melting into her sky, she could see her escort knight sitting next to her. The saintess had to squint her eyes. Today’s sun, as if she guessed that this was her last, was bursting with intense brilliance.

And that glow cast a deep shadow on the escort knight’s face. She thought that the saintess was somewhat contradictory. The fact that such an intense light creates that much darkness.

It was difficult for the saintess to understand the expression of the Death Knight due to the jet-black color cast over her face. As always, she was straight, and the fact that it was hard to find her fine movements in her pin posture further added to her impossibility of interpretation. The fact that it was difficult for her to know someone’s intentions led to her contemplating what topic to bring up with that person. Because she could unintentionally create a very difficult situation.

Because of this, the saintess was troubled. About the Death Knight, who acted as if she knew nothing of that common superstition when she threw a coin into the fountain today and made a wish.

The saintess tried to ask why she was doing this, but eventually shut her mouth again. It is absurd to ask now what she couldn’t ask when she made a wish on the fountain. But Esilia couldn’t possibly ask Zer Pied why, even then. Even though she even had to joke around saying, “Thanks to her, is she shy now?”

The saintess then thought about the expression he was making. Her expression was somewhat familiar to her as well. Because she had already seen it once.

‘It’s just days of idyllic slaughter. From beginning to end.’

The saintess could never forget the look on her face as the Death Knight said that.

The moment of silence between the man and woman continued to flow. The escort knight didn’t say he wanted to be here, but he didn’t even move his steps elsewhere. The saintess also sat beside him and looked at the fountain as he kept staring at it.

It was not the two of us that such a moment of silence was broken, but by someone else.

“Huh? Are you here?”

The saintess turned her head at her slightly husky voice. Zer Pied was already looking at the owner of her voice one step ahead.

“Paydo!”

The saintess laughed and called the name of the troll guard.

“Thanks to that, it saved me the trouble of going to the inn. Hey! This is great!”

Now it was quite familiar to hear Zittenliff’s voice beside her. The saintess was surprised by those words and asked.

“Were you looking for us?”

“Yes. I have something to tell you.”

Faydo put his hand in her arms and turned it around a few times before snatching a finely folded piece of paper with his long fingers.

“This is the entry permit. I just received it.”

The saintess felt something pounding. As always, the certificate granting her permission to enter another city, which she had stepped on for the first time in her life, gave her a thrill of newness. Ecilia carefully accepted the stiff paper.

She unfolded her paper and read over and over again the simple statement that Runea Jinneman, leader of the Knights of Manseol and ruler of Di Ervan, vouched for the pseudonym of Zer Pied and her own. And she stared intently at the place where the captain’s cool signature was written. As if revealing that she was full of excitement, she lifted her head.

“Thanks, Faydo! Gitten Reef! Please do this for us…… !”

Looking at the saintess speaking in a very excited voice, Zerpied decided to keep quiet that her kindness included the purpose of spying on us, and that we had just been judged not to be dangerous people. He quietly bowed to the two guards. The saintess who greeted the Death Knight narrowed her eyes and looked at her Fido.

“… Did you put anything on my face?”

“It’s not the face… What’s on your neck? Are you hurt? I think one side of my neck is bruised.”

As soon as Faydo heard that sound, he quickly covered the area the saintess was pointing to with one hand. Zitten Leaf’s cheerful laugh came from beside her. Faydo glared at him with a red face like someone walking down Diervan’s clear night streets.

“Ah, it looks like this guy has been bitten by an insect. Don’t bother too much. Miss Gemini.”

But the question is not over. A new question immediately bites its tail.

“Bugs? Are you saying there are worms in the northernmost part?”

At Zerpied’s reasonable point, Zettenlip stopped talking and stopped talking. He had to find a way to escape this crisis, swallowing the look of eager contemplation. Otherwise, today, I was about to die at the hands of an angry troll childhood friend.

“There may be bugs. Minga is on the warm side. The restaurant we went to yesterday was also warm, right?”

Death Knight shook her head as if she understood. It was fortunate for the two guards that Zerphied and Esilia were looking at each other. I hadn’t seen the two guards sweep away a sigh of relief at the same time. In this way, the saintess of innocence was able to save the two without realizing it.

Peydo decided that when he returned home, he would have to kill half of his childhood friend. That she would also carve marks on her neck identical to her own.

–

The luminescent stones of magical power built by the roadside are lit in layers and emit light. As the night receded from the sky, the dim light of the water fell from the glowstone and illuminated Esilia, who was holding an object. Now that the night is waking up, people are starting to disappear one by one on the street.

Today too, people will go to the tavern and warm themselves up with a drink that casts an unknown magic that makes even the wizard feel hot.

Escelia opened the door to her inn with a gentle movement. Her master waved her hand at her, already drunk like a middle-aged dwarf. The saintess bowed politely and greeted the hostess, then jumped up and down and entered the room of herself and her escort knight.

When I came in, the Death Knight who followed me closed the door. There were also objects in his hand. After the two bought them, they spread the items they needed for their destination on the floor. The Death Knight and the saintess felt satisfied. Especially in that Zer Pied finally got a proper map of the world, and Esilia from her newly purchased winter clothes.

“Can I try on this one more time?”

“You’ve already bought it at her clothing store after trying it on three times. You mean try it on again?”

“That… just in case… The owner lady looked at the store, right? Not the knight….”

“It is not natural. He must have a better knowledge of clothes than I do.”

“Yeah, but… It’s the driver who goes with me…. Wouldn’t it be important for the driver to take a look?”

Zer Pied, who ran a hand across her chin, thought Ecelia’s words were somehow reasonable. Although it was hard for her to understand that she would wear an outfit she had already worn three times, once more. Seeing the escort knight nod her head, the saintess quickly picked up one of her winter clothes and started putting it on her body.

Death Knight took a close look at the winter clothes her saintess was wearing. It was difficult to say that clothes with goose or duck down to provide protection against the cold were quite expensive, but it was also difficult to call them affordable. The clothes, located between the high and mid-price ambiguity, were as ambivalent as the price.

The arm and chest part of the clothes, and the hip part below the waist were slightly puffy. If Zerpied had knowledge of clothing, he would have known that such characteristics appeared in Jungga’s winter clothes. It was because the expensive winter clothes were tightly fitted to the body so that there was no hindrance to movement.

On the other hand, the waist part was closely adhered to and had the characteristic of being expensive. In a way, the outfit could have been quite ridiculous, but it was hard to find such ridiculousness in a neatly dressed saintess. Rather, as a result of wearing meticulously without dressing roughly, it reminded me of a dress with a wide skirt.

Seeing a saint like that, Jeremy Ed said her opinion.

“There doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with the clothes.”

“Ummm, um…. Driver, I’ve looked at the clothing store three times, so there’s probably nothing wrong….”

“No? Then, isn’t my opinion unnecessary?”

“That… I’m the one traveling with the driver, so I thought it would be good to take a look at myself….”

“You?”

Death Knight was finally able to understand what her saintess was saying. It was clear to her that perhaps she wanted to see if she had a problem with her clothes rather than a problem with the clothes themselves.

Certainly, clothes are also important to the wearer. If a problem occurs by the wearer, it is natural that the escort will be hindered. Thinking that he still had a lot of immaturity as he was the first escort knight, he slowly looked at Ecilia. And he calmly concluded.

“I think it suits you well.”

“… Really?!”

The saintess smiled broadly. Zer Pied thought that even if she had been a saint, she would have been. Wouldn’t she be in trouble if the clothes she bought had problems with herself, the wearer? However, the Death Knight was very embarrassed when the saintess insisted that she try on all the clothes that are similar in shape one more time because she is a warm-up.

–

By the time the saintess took off her last winter clothes after trying on her clothes, it was after her natural light had completely disappeared outside her window. The saintess rubbed her eyes little by little. Before she knew it, the words of her saintly woman slackened.

“Haam… ! We… I’m leaving tomorrow… ?”

“I will leave early. You must be tired, so go to sleep.”

The saintess trotted to her bed while her laugh grew heavy. Lying on her bed, Celia could see her own escort knight looking out of her window, just like yesterday. As she gazed at her, her broad back and her shoulders, Escelia noticed that her room was new and the nearby area was filled with only the sound of her own breathing.

That’s why the suddenly heard low voice of Zerpied was quite sudden.

“Esilia.”

“Huh? Yes yes… ?”

Still Zerfied was motionless. Her voice was as calm as ever.

“Today was good. Thank you.”

Thanks to that, Ecilia was able to smile softly.

“Me too.”