Mount and Blade

Because Green followed Trunks and was a noble, he had the honor of entering the interior of Rose Castle. It was indeed a war fortress that was ready for war at any time. Even the interior of the castle was armed like an iron barrel. Although the real war was still far away, the defense in the city would never be relaxed.

Trunks and his men were holding a military meeting after the reunion. Although it was not difficult for Barkley to deal with 4,000 elite Snake Cult members, he still had to be alert to minimize casualties. After all, the snake venom of the Snake Cult was not a joke.

Just after packing up and preparing to go out for a walk, he found Trunks arguing with a man in gorgeous clothes in the corridor, and Trunks was grabbing his collar.

"... Bastard, where did you take Sister Tamara? You dare to hide your identity. I didn't know you were the second son of the Lord of Rose Castle until today. You hid it very well!?"

"... Uh, I think I can explain it, Trunks, don't be so impulsive."

The gorgeous man looked younger than Trunks, and he put his hands in front of his chest to prepare for Trunks's fist that might swing at him at any time.

"Then tell me where Tamara is now?! Bastard, you dare to treat me like a fool!!"

Trunks pushed the gorgeously dressed man to the wall, while Seranti was still watching the excitement at the corner of the stairs. This was obviously a big melon.

Tamara...

Green remembered that his current identity seemed to be Tamara's son, but wasn't she... taken away and eloped by a ranger? Could it be...

"...Uh, didn't Duke Kasarian tell you? But I am indeed married to Miss Tamara now, although I told the old man later, otherwise I don't know what would happen."

"???"

"You mean even Kasarian knows?! Okay, you guys teamed up to deceive me, right!!"

Trunks kneed the gorgeous man in the stomach, and the man almost vomited on the spot.

So that's it, it turned out that the man in front of him was the one who took Tamara away. Green's mood was a little complicated. The world is really small.

"Okay, Trunks, if you hadn't let the wolf into the house, Miss Tamara wouldn't have been taken away. Let's reminisce about the past and go see how Miss Tamara is doing?" Seranti then acted as a peacemaker to pull the two apart.

"Isn't that right, Sarade?"

"Ahem, that's right. I guess you haven't seen each other for quite a while. Go meet her, Trunks. No one knows about this except the two old guys and us." Sarade immediately replied.

"Hmph, I hate people lying to me the most in my life, you know."

"Okay, okay, let's go."

Seranti urged, after all, there were not many hurricane rangers who could survive that war.

"Ryan, you should also go with us to meet Miss Tamara." Trunks motioned Green to follow them.

"Oh, okay."

After all, she is Ryan's mother at the moment, it is still good to know her, Green followed.

.........

Miss Tamara... It's really unexpected. Her long hair is the same fiery red as Trunks. When I went to find her, she was fiddling with some flowers and plants in her yard. The bright red color looks like a rose? There was also a girl slightly younger than Green, who was chasing white butterflies in the flowers under the care of the servants.

"Salad?"

A gentle and noble female voice asked, tucking the scattered hair around her ears, standing up and looking back at the group.

"Sister Tamara..."

Trunks walked forward, and Tamara was obviously a little surprised. The siblings hugged each other. They hadn't seen each other for at least six or seven years.

"Are you okay? Trunks, I heard about the snake cult and heresy."

"I'm fine, sister, I thought that kid took you to a deep mountain. They were too much. They didn't even tell me you were here!"

As soon as he arrived in front of Tamara, Trunks, who had always been very stable on the battlefield, chattered like a child complaining, complaining about the dissatisfaction he had suffered.

"You're still the same, Trunks."

Tamara chuckled, and the brother and sister chatted in the courtyard as if no one was around. Although they were not biological siblings, they grew up together and their relationship was much better than those so-called biological siblings.

Tamara was the surviving daughter of Kasarian's younger brother. According to convention, she was adopted by Kasarian at the age of seven. At that time, Trunks was only four years old and was still a child who would be shy when seeing a beautiful sister.

Although Green also wanted to know how this big guy was shy now, he still wanted his sister to touch his head when he was a big man, which made Green speechless and wailed in his heart.

Damn, I don't envy being touched on the head by a beautiful woman at all! !

"Is this child Ryan?"

Tamara noticed Green who had been walking behind Sarade and the others, stopped and looked at Green with a smile, asking Trunks who was still laughing foolishly.

"Ah, yes, that's Ryan."

"...Hello, Ms. Tamara, I heard about you from Trunks, and you are as beautiful as I imagined."

After all, he was still someone else's child, so it would be a lie to say that he wasn't embarrassed. However, Green had already learned how to behave like a gentleman in front of a lady at Burns, and he bent down and performed a fairly standard gentleman's greeting so as not to appear presumptuous.

"Good boy, I think Trunks must have his reasons. Although he doesn't look very reliable at ordinary times, he will definitely teach you a lot on the battlefield."

Tamara rubbed Green's black hair. The sword calluses on this child's hands were too thick for his age. He must have suffered a lot, right?

Such a warm palm... like a mother?

Green's face turned red for no reason. How long has it been since he was stroked on the head like a child? Was it three or four years ago? From then on, only Sis would gently brush the hair on his head like he and Guts were his own children. Green couldn't help but doubt the authenticity of this world. Is this really just a game like in the previous life? Why is the touch and warmth on the top of the head so real?

The warmth transmitted from the palm did not seem fake, it was warm and gentle, as if it soothed a lot of the pain in my heart.