My Wife Waited in the Wheat Fields

#10 Banquet (1)

As he returned home from his work at the dressmaker’s shop, Elric felt stuffy.

It was because this man’s heart seldom listened to his words.

What he remembered was the incident with Aman Nimrud, Tyria’s explanation afterwards, and his own reaction at that moment.

‘hate.’

Aman Nimrud hated drawing a future with Tyria.

No, not only him, but even if anyone in the world were put next to her, a terrible feeling filled the whole inside.

It was unpleasant.

It felt like the emotions rising up in the air were squeezing my throat.

That made Elric feel really ashamed.

‘… Selfish.’

I blamed myself for that.

Why are you arguing with your opponent for being good when you left her alone in the first place?

If she wants someone, she’s in a position to bless them.

And I’m in a position to apologize for her past years.

But to hate it, how selfish it is.

“Honey, are you feeling unwell?”

That’s what she said first, and the negative emotions began to grow indescribably.

When I turned my head, green eyes resembling ears of spring captured my vision.

thoughts come to mind

If someone had to make her happy,

‘That’s me… .’

Shouldn’t it?

The moment he remembered, Elric shuddered.

“house owner?”

“Oh, nothing.”

Feeling feverish, Elric hurriedly replied.

I needed something to change the subject.

The thought that I should get away from this thought soared.

“But do you have any other plans?”

yes, i like this

“There are still two days left of the banquet. I came all the way to the capital, but there are things I need to deal with… I want to know if there is something like that.”

Fortunately, Tyria responded.

“No big deal.”

“exactly?”

“Yes, it is common to have social relations with other nobles, but the Portman family is a new family that has just been incorporated into aristocratic society, so there is nothing to socialize with.”

Tyria turned her head to the distant castle and said.

“I am worried. For this banquet, we should make some connections.”

At those words, Elric felt a prick in his stomach.

– Go ahead. Get your head around anything and think of a way to repay this insult. wait with joy

It reminded me of my work at the dressmaker’s shop.

Because it’s a fate, it seems that the allies don’t know, but the enemy definitely made it.

Tyria asked when an awkward smile appeared on Elric’s lips.

“… Are you really okay?”

“It’s okay. It’s really fine.”

Did you make an enemy with a hasty choice?

No, for that to be the case, the author named Nimrud Youngsik was too reckless.

How disgusting it was to see a beast like a venereal disease staring at Tyria.

It was unimaginable for Elric to put up with it for the sake of the family’s future on the spot.

When I arrived at the mansion, trying to calm my anxiety, Aldio, who had left early in the morning, had returned.

“Ah, did you finish your outing well?”

Aldio greeted me with a smile.

However, there was a problem with that look.

Elric responded puzzled.

“They said the clothes would be delivered sometime tomorrow. But what’s wrong with your expression?”

“That, that… .”

Aldio noticed Elric and Tyria.

“… The bed is said to be difficult to deliver today.”

Elric felt a thump of despair as his heart sank.

“What, what does that mean?”

“I tried to save even a small thing, but the timing is not right. It was said that local nobles often came to the capital and were looking for new furniture. Because of that… .”

Aldio couldn’t bear to speak and lowered his head.

Elric blankly looked at Tyria.

She looked at Gaman Aldio with a puzzled face and said,

“… I’ll have to share the same bed today.”

It was dangerous.

Today was really dangerous.

I didn’t know what the danger was, but my instinct was that I would have a harder time falling asleep than the night before.

Elric looked at Rdio with the meaning of rescue, but he only turned away from Elric.

That was the moment.

“Have your meals!”

The maid broke the mood.

Aldio ran away like a shadow.

Elric screamed inwardly.

*

If you were to choose the most prosperous family in the Ferdin Kingdom, the name that would come out was none other than the name of the Count.

It was strange.

Because it was common for the royal family, or a great aristocrat belonging to a ducal or marquis family, to hold the actual power of the kingdom.

However, such a bizarre thing could not have been very rare.

It was Earl Dalton Nimrud who proved that.

The wealth of running a large estate comparable to that of a ducal family, the power to move by building numerous connections inside and outside the kingdom, and even the ambitions of the person himself.

Dalton Nimrud was a count with mighty power that would surpass even the King of Ferdinand.

However, it would be a lie if he said he had no weaknesses.

No, he had a weakness that everyone knew about.

“… Baron Portman?”

“Yes, yes… .”

The office of the Nimrud family’s mansion located in the royal capital.

In the middle of the space where colorful decorations emit light, Dalton lowered his head and looked at the man on his knees.

Aman Nimrud, was his son.

“Not even a baron. I know it’s a de facto zero-type that didn’t even finish the succession process properly.”

A hint of anger began to form in his voice.

“Are you just going to be beaten and flirting with a guy like that?”

Dalton’s eyes glistened with anger.

Aman’s body shrank even more.

“… ugly guy.”

Clicking his tongue, Dalton remembered Portman.

‘It’s like this again.’

Dalton’s wrinkles were deep.

What he remembered was a few years ago, when Portman’s predecessor was still alive.

‘Hoven Portman, I didn’t like him either.’

Since he was an up-and-coming aristocrat who drove out Wibin, who had guarded the region for over a hundred years, and gained knowledge of the territory, he approached with interest.

It was because of the idea that he had to recruit any vassal with ability.

However, Hoven Portman rejected Dalton with a single knife, as if he knew his intentions.

-Thank you for the favor, but it feels excessive. It’s just a villager who runs a small estate and merchant company in the countryside.

He politely humbled himself, but it quickly became clear that he only hated the situation of stepping under someone’s feet.

Because his attitude was like that.

Dare to refuse Nimrud in Perdin.

It was a man I didn’t really like.

When he remembered it, Dalton’s impression was clearly frowned upon.

“Son or Abina… .”

“Oh, father?”

“go away. I don’t even want to see you.”

Heeik, Aman who swallowed his breath nodded and quickly left.

Dalton sighed.

“That kind of thing is a child.”

damn it was useless

It’s not a secret place, it’s a dressmaker’s shop on Route 1 with the most flow of nobles.

Rumors couldn’t stop spreading about Elric Portman.

It was a bad picture.

Since a guy who looked like the face of the family had been beaten by a foolish man who was no more than a baron, he had to deal with it out of respect for his prestige.

Dalton immediately left the mansion.

‘I can’t help what has already happened.’

However, such things should not be easily seen by others.

You can commit rudeness, but you have to show that you have to take full responsibility for it.

The place he arrived at was a corner of a remote alley even in the capital.

A man wearing a robe with a sword stood in front of the shabby wooden door.

From noble mtl dot com

Perhaps recognizing Dalton, he stepped aside from the door.

It was the moment I entered the door.

“… It’s hard to come here so often.”

A gloomy voice rang out.

Dalton raised the tension.

He was not pushed anywhere by the power of power, but this opponent needed to be careful.

“Things have changed a little.”

“Which one has changed? What about your son getting beaten up?”

did you already know

Dalton’s brow furrowed.

The man in the robe smiled and waved his hand.

“Well, since I’m helping you this much, I’ll understand. I know I wouldn’t have come this far without you.”

he got up from his seat

Dalton took a short deep breath and told him.

“… Can you handle it?”

“Let’s make sure we go.”

“what?”

“We don’t know how other than to kill. The guy who punched your son, is it okay to kill him?”

His tone, which showed no resentment towards murder, was very stern.

Tension was rising inside, but Dalton wasn’t so clumsy as to show it off.

“As long as there is no evidence that the murder has anything to do with me.”

“I want you to clean up the aftermath. I like the hair too. Even so, the guy who bullied your son has died! Is it okay if I just spread rumors?”

He spat out something sarcastic or not, and then shrugged his shoulders.

It was positive in its own right.

“Please take good care of me.”

said Dalton, adding a word.

“I have no doubt that you, who are called the messengers of the West, will be able to do this even with your eyes closed.”

At that, the man smiled.

“Thank you for using Wolyeong today. noble sir.”

Wolyeong, that was the name of a group of assassins who assassinated the most influential people in the western war zone.