The Magnificent Battle Records of A Former Noble Lady - Chapter 39

Ding! Ding!

The bell attached to the door rang.

Such a sound is naturally drowned by the noise inside the shop, and nobody pays attention to Alhart who had just come in.

“Yo, Al! Over here!!”

A voice called out to Alhart as he stood at the entrance looking around as if searching for someone.

“Heey, Fara. Long time no see.”

Waving at Alhart, and sitting at one of the seats at the back was ‘Fara’, or Famiras Carranzado.

The food arrived at the same time a smiling Alhart took a seat opposite Famiras.

“This is?”

“I ordered it. Eat, eat! We can talk even while eating, can’t we? It’s my treat!”

“Then, I won’t hesitate. Oh, right. Yuto sends his regards.”

“What’s with that, he’s not coming?”

“Yeah. He’s guarding the Saintess.”

“Sounds rough.”

“Well, it’s just a bit more, anyway.”

“…… so only 2 more places left, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“If it takes Rulan Kingdom’s troops about a month to reach Rideiran Kingdom, won’t the battle take at least three months to be settled?”

“Well, considering the difference in battle strength, then that position is reasonable. Is there a possibility of Rideiran Kingdom setting up a naval battle though?”

“The possibility is zero. This country doesn’t have that kind of military strength right now. The most they can do is to engage the enemy head-on.”

“Well, in terms of military strength, then, Rulan Kingdom is no big deal either. But, The Dipterous Sword lending them a hand greatly changed their war potential.”

A new dish is brought in front of the two even as they eat while talking.

Alhart, who was about to dig into the dish, suddenly stopped.

“Hey, Fara. I’m just curious, but…”

“What is it?”

“You know those guys?”

“……So you noticed, huh. Actually, I had a run-in with some bandits before I came to this town. Those might be the remnants.”

“Seriously, don’t leave any.”

Alhart, exasperatedly, whispered as he resumed his meal.

“No, I was eager to wipe them all out, but, those guys got away fast.”

Saying that Famiras shrugged and reached out for the food.

After that, several boorish men surrounded the two as they continued eating while holding a conversation.

“Hey, look what the wind blew in. You’re talking about us, aren’t you?”

“Stop saying stupid things. Weren’t you the ones who started it?!?”

The two complain, but don’t stop their chopsticks from moving even as one of the men approached them.

“That’s a good reaction, Sir Knight!!”

The table was kicked and made a loud noise that caused the lively chatter inside the store to die down.

“……”

“……”

“So, you’re just going to completely ignore me and my buddies, and carelessly eat? Haah? Haaaah?!?”

Famiras sighs and stands up in front of the man threatening them.

“You just wasted my food. Don’t you know there are people suffering from food shortages? Besides, aren’t you the ones showing impressive reactions right now? Hey, Al………. Oi, Alhart!”

“Ah?”

At the same time, the question was asked, Famiras glanced at Alhart, but, unconsciously, groaned out his name as his eyes flew to the spectacle before him. Alhart had churned out a dull reply without stopping his chopsticks from moving to the dish that he had saved when the table was kicked over.

“What the hell is with you, you’re still eating….? Do you understand the situation we’re in? Heey, are you in there?”

“The hell, Fara? Those rascals came here to pick a fight with us, didn’t they? I do understand that much.”

“Then why are you still eating?!? A battle is starting from now on!! Prepare yourself!!”

“Haaah? Nah, I’ll pass. Too troublesome.”

“Troublesome… you… just like always…Man, you never change! Hey, you naughty brats, let’s go outside. I’ll deal with you just as you wish. Al just stay here and behave! Get ready for a scolding later!!”

“Suuure. Don’t lose, m’kay?”

“You have such nerve to tell me that.”

With his weapon, the spear, in hand, Famiras gallantly followed the men out of the store. However, in less than a minute, he returned and with an abashed smile, reached his hand out to Alhart.

“Sorry, but my spear isn’t suitable for fighting inside the town. Can you lend me your sword?”

“……Where’s your spare sword?”

“It’s at the blacksmith’s right now. I won’t handle it roughly, so, I’m begging you.”

“……Make sure you don’t handle it roughly or get any shit on it in the battle, you hear? Take it.”

“Thanks!”

“If the blade gets so much as a scratch, then, I’m gonna strangle you.”

“I get it, geez.”

Receiving the sword from Alhart, Famiras once again leaves the store.

“Really…… he’s such a klutz, that Fara.”

After seeing off Famiras, Alhart wryly chuckles and resumes his meal.