Chapter 52

Is there always so many beauties in the capital city? (3) – unedited

As Merson pulled out the cloak, it flapped—and unfolded majestically. It danced under Merson’s hand in a smooth, wrinkle-free figure.

The masterpiece of life made by the cloak craftsman with all his heart, made with all the rare materials in the world, was not able to stretch its spirit and was stuck in the closet.

There was one blemish on the cloak, in which everything seemed perfect. One of the jewels hanging on the shoulder had been removed.

Oh right. Two years ago, when I asked if I could sell it, I was told that it was a stone and I was disappointed.

I clicked my tongue bitterly again. Your name is the Demon King, are you wearing fake jewelry?

“The stone…….”

If it was real, I wouldn’t worry about money in the capital. Whispering with regret, Merson turned to me.

I felt an unknown pity as I looked at Merson. It seems that the Demon King also lacks a lot of national treasury.

“The color is pretty, so I’d like to use it as a playing stone.”

“This?”

“Yes, it’s fake. It’s just a stone.”

As I spoke in a tone full of regret, Merson began to laugh again. He chuckled and then laughed out loud as if he couldn’t stand it. Hey, what’s wrong with you?

When I looked at him, he coughed, “Hmmmm —” and opened his mouth. There was still a laughter that could not be uttered in his words.

“Yes, Erina can use whatever she wants. Whether it’s a stone or whatever.”

It was only after putting in the cloak that I finished packing. Merson’s work was settled, so I could leave today, but it took a lot longer than I thought to pack my things, so I decided to stay one more night and leave early tomorrow.

When I am about to leave, my heart is pounding. When I first saw it, it seemed like a haunted house, but now, nowhere else in the world has it been more relaxing than here.

As night fell, I was full of sensitivity, so I looked around the house with my eyes. In the end, I couldn’t sleep until late, and all night long I had tens of thousands of thoughts between trembling, nervousness, and excitement.

What is the capital city like? Can Chenin be brought back safely?

As my head began to dizzy, I felt Merson grabbing my hand. Just being with him seemed to wash away my worries in the sea. Feeling his warmth, I spent the last night in the house under the mountain in the Sezaine village.

* * *

The next day, Merson, who woke up before me, packed his things, and I washed my whole body in preparation for a long trip. I didn’t know when I would be able to shower again, so I washed off more fussy than usual.

As if I had come out of war, Merson looked at me blankly when I came out breathless.

“You’re not going to wash?”

Tap.

As he moved his finger, Merson’s face changed cleanly. Shit. I should have asked him to wash me like that too. I was just pouring out my energy in the morning.

Merson packed the big stuff, including food and extra clothes, and I carried the dagger and a bag of herbs.

Don’t you think the weight of the load is too slanted? Of course I think so too. However, I had no choice but to do it because of Merson, who insisted that he would carry it all with his stubbornness.

Even this herbal pouch and dagger was something I managed to steal from what he intended to carry. A human has a conscience. I’m not a sadist.

When I got out of the house, all the villagers had gathered. I ran to the first person, Grandma Lete.

“Oh my, young bride. I keep telling you not to go because you’re weak.”

Auntie Aja spoke with tears in her eyes. Uncle Paul also helped by the side.

“Who will cut down the firewood, you must come before winter comes.”

The warm words they gave me one by one pierced my heart. The tip of my nose twitched at the thought of the kindness that loved and cared for us, the only youngest member of the aging Sezaine (Merson is young on the outside) like their own children.

I’m not leaving forever, but here’s the only place I’ll come back to… I couldn’t have imagined that a separation after two years would be so sad and heartbreaking.

When I couldn’t get my feet off, Merson tapped my shoulder. I was pressing my lips to hold back my tears, but when my eyes met Merson, I let out a sound and burst into tears.

As I cried, I could hear squeals here and there, as if it were some kind of signal.

“You have to go home safely. We have so much work to do.”

“Yes, huhuu, I’ll definitely come back. I’ll bring Chenin as well. Uwaah—”

Aunt Aja grabbed me and patted me on the back. I wiped the tears away and bowed my head to greet her. Then I greeted them again by pressing Merson’s head, who was not able to match the atmosphere and had his back straight.

“I will be back!”

As we climbed the mountain, they did not leave, gathering in front of our house until the appearance of the villagers turned to the size of the fingernails. I waved my hand loudly from afar. I couldn’t see them, but they seemed to be waving their hand from afar.

I inhaled the runny nose that was about to run down and made up my mind.

“Let’s come back soon, Merson.”

“Yes.”

We rode the mountain without a carriage and walked on a bumpy road. My legs are sore and my feet are already swollen. Unlike me, Merson walked leisurely while carrying the luggage on his back.