Chapter 125 - It’s nice to hear you laugh, silly

I said this because I really didn’t feel any emotions, but my brother, who clamped his mouth shut, suddenly looked very sad.

Almost as if he thought I said I hated him.

He’s only been here a couple of days and got multiple personality disorder?

“Yes, I see… I see…”

“…….”

“Then what about me? You don’t feel anything about me either?””

I was speechless for a moment on seeing his teary eyes, blue like Cesare’s, but completely different from his sapphire-colored eyes.

Suddenly, I could see why the Pope was so soft while gnashing his teeth at this troublemaker.

If there was one trait Cesare didn’t have, it would be this.

Humane nature. Honest and pure humanity, this raw emotion could not be hated.

“Honestly, I don’t know, I didn’t expect anything from you. It was almost rare for us to see each other face to face.”

“…….”

“However, you were a little cheeky sometimes, but I didn’t hate being with you. You were stupid but fun to be with. The only one I could tolerate in the family.”

Enzo, who took a big breath, rubbed his eyes vigorously with the back of his hand.

Then came a grumbling sound.

“Oh, this is embarrassing…”

“…….”

“Ou, ou! All right, I understand how you feel. I’ll make the decision on my own.”

“Can I know what the decision is?”

“I’m not going to do anything.”

“What?”

“I won’t do anything that my father told me to do when I came here. I don’t even remember it well anyway, and while I’m at it, I’m going to play my heart out. This place is fun….”

Where is this simple ignorant conclusion coming from?

“Are you serious?”

“Can’t you see how serious I am now? I even shed tears. God, I don’t want anyone to see it…”

“…….”

“To ask for forgiveness in the first place, my brother should have come directly, not me. If I were your husband, I would have killed him, but why should I do something I don’t want to do? It’s Father’s fault that I don’t know much about politics or diplomacy nor do I care about it.”

“Father will beat the hell out of you.”

“Nothing new.”

“That’s true, but…….”

“When did I ever care about that? When you were sent here, that shameless father-son duo made you fight your in-laws on your own, always leaving you to fend for yourself. Even if there’s not much I can do, at least I don’t want to put you in trouble. And your new family. Honestly, your husband is someone I really don’t want to fight. I heard he won this year’s competition again. Waaa, isn’t he a monster? I think I would have been a little intimidated even if he was my older brother.”

“Don’t you think you’ve already caused enough trouble for me? As soon as you came, you disappeared for three days…”

“Ahhhhh no!”

A laugh came out.

When I burst into laughter, Enzo paused and his eyes sparkled.

He looked surprised and dazed. Then he chuckled helplessly.

“It’s nice to hear you laugh, silly.”

“Thank you, Brother.”

Part X: Desire and Ambition

The Southern Spy was distressed.

He was in extreme pain, both physically and mentally.

The reason for the physical distress was that a noble man with a pirate eye appeared with a smile all the time, and tortured him in a way that he had never heard of before.

Nevertheless, this kind of pain was so familiar that it was manageable.

The reason why he felt like he couldn’t do it anymore was because of mental distress.

And it wasn’t the fact that the Paladins, who were famous, screamed because of the mice that came up in the gutter, or the fact that they were busy talking to hear his ridicule.

It was because of the fact that the damn silver haired Paladin had never shown his handsome face since the first day he was confined here.

Of course, Pietro didn’t miss him or anything.

However, it was inevitable that the sense of humiliation he felt on the first day grew every moment because he did not show up no matter how long he waited.

These paladins clearly showed signs of knowing who Pietro was.

So, shouldn’t he come and torture him?

In other words, the silver-haired one should take the lead in the interrogation more than anyone else, but here he was, getting ignored.

This was why Pietro hated nobles.

His owner was also one, but he was different from those nobles who boasted about topics like greenhouses.

“How long do I have to do this?”

“Why do you ask us that? Ask that b*stard.”

“But since when did he start telling us what to do?”

“… Now that I think about it, you’re right, f*ck.”

“He’s done nothing but come here and watch. Is this a damn picnic? Why do I have to come down to this ghost-like sewer and do this while you’re the only ones talking and having fun?”

“Hey, we’re having a hard time, too. And how can we do something you’re good at? You’re the only one of us who’s shown formidable talent for this kind of thing.…. Ugh, there’s a rat again!”

“What? Where, uh… Argh!”

“Holy! Oh holy god!”

At this point, they didn’t do this on purpose, but something must be fundamentally wrong with them.

Pietro completely gave up on understanding the mental state of the northern Paladins.

His body may be trained because it’d been exposed a lot, but his soul was already snatched by the devil earlier.

“No point trying.”

He just wanted to check if his voice came out properly since his gag was released after a long time.

It came out more clearly than he had thought.

Hearing that, the people who were screaming at the mouse, quickly calmed down.

All those eyes glared at him viciously.

Pietro responded with a triumphant smile at the long-awaited attention.

His mouth was a bit sore because of the wind.

“No matter how hard you try, you won’t get the answer you want.”

“Really? That’s funny.”

The one who answered was the one who looked like a born hunter.

In the dark cave of the sewer, his fine light yellow head glistened under the light of the torch.

“We never asked you any questions.”

“…….”

“I don’t have any particular questions. Hey Rube, did you ask anything?”

“Not really, except for asking if he wanted some water. I don’t like to talk for long. Esgel?”

“No. Camu?”

“No. What about you, bear?”

“Not except when we first met.”

“What did you ask?”

“Where did his master go?….”

“Oh, that’s why. Why are you making me think wrong of you, evil bear?”

“Sometimes, you seem like the true evil one rather than Izek.”

“Wha-, why are you comparing me to him? That’s too much.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know…….”

“Hey, you masked b*stard! You made Bear cry!”

“Why are you making him cry? There’s better people to compare him with!”

“Bear, are you crying? Are you really crying?”

The bear dropped its head.

There was a moment of eerie silence.

“The bear cries because you were mistaken.”

Instead of acting surprised, Pietro stared at his face blankly.

Soon there was a burst of laughter.

“Interesting. Your talks are now about to get friendly.”

“Stop talking that way, I don’t have the slightest desire to get attached to men.”

“If we don’t have any questions to ask him, why am I here?”

“Why do you ask us that, Rube?”

“Why do you keep doing this to me? I’m tired. And hungry.”

“Take some rest. I was wondering if you heard anything else…”

“What a great friendship. You don’t even know why, but you’re still working hard. The friendship between nobles is clearly outworldly.”

When he thought he had quickly provoked something out of them, the bear opened his eyes wide.

His wide-open dark green eyes were quite worth seeing.

“Being friends with him is terrible, but I’ll pretend I didn’t hear what you said.”

“Why? Did it hurt your pride?”

“We’re true northern men who don’t have any pride. Well, maybe not when it comes to the king. Hey, don’t you think so?”

“Feanol? Definitely needs to have some pride.”

The self-deprecation of the nobles was something to encourage, but he had never seen someone openly swearing at their king. In front of a foreign spy.

Pietro burst into laughter.

“Since he took that shaman woman as his wife, I guess you can’t help it, right?”

“What? Oh, she was a shaman before? I didn’t know… Oh, that’s not the point. I’m a knight who treats everyone without prejudice, regardless of who they’re related with or married to.”

“I wonder what the definition of a true knight in this country is.”

“Oh right, you’re a southerner. Well, if I have to tell you… It’s none of our business if you marry someone, or fall in love with a beggar, or get angry at the dragon. All we need to know is how responsible of a man you will be, instead of showering gifts with a fake promise to make the future bright.”

“So now….”