Chapter 59

“That’s very good, right?”

Freya talked in a cheerful tone on purpose. She meant it. A battle like this that kills so many people should end for sure.

Archer would go back to where he’s from once the war is over.

Lucius that she’s serving would go back to the palace.

That’s really good. I don’t have to see that strange man again.

But she also felt a little sad that she had to leave Lucius.

I guess I got closer to him than I thought.

Freya kept walking after finally getting Lucius off her mind.

How can I earn money?

And where should I go?

Freya was in deep thought while biting her lips as she has yet to earn enough. But she also had tons to do right now.

“I’ll be back.”

Freya wore the clothes that Lucius fit for her and went across the barracks. It was a big difference from the old clothes that she picked up.

“What is the use of such luxurious fabric when I’m only wearing it for work?”

And as Hero attended her wounds, they healed quickly.

It was such an embarrassing moment to confuse Hero as a servant.

Hero’s position was grander than she knew.

“A wizard….!”

Hero seemed even more handsome after knowing that. He was pretty popular with his luscious black hair and calming red eyes.

“He’s also kind too.”

On the other hand, her heartfelt burdened thinking of His Majesty’s cold personality.

Why am I like this?

Shouldn’t she feel happy now that she can get away from those annoying nagging? She was a temporary servant as it was hard to find people on the battlefield.

It was weird from the start. A girl servant…

She remembered his Majesty and Selena who were standing together after she took a few steps.

Two of them will get married soon, and Freya will live a life of her own.

That’s that, but that woman. If she tries something funny again I won’t leave her alone.

Hero attended to the burn on the back of the hand, but in the end, it still left a faint scar. Archer nagged her because of that.

A girl shouldn’t have a scar.

Archer wouldn’t know. The giant wound started from Freya’s forehead and went across her back and leg.

“Well, really doesn’t matter.”

She already knew that she wouldn’t be able to live like a normal lady. To be raised by parents and marry someone next door, and have children like her parents and then age.

That sounds like as big of a bluff as a hundred gold.

But by the sound of getting a dress, Archer seemed to have that kind of dream.

I don’t mind Archer worrying about me.

It was just unfamiliar, but Archer’s nagging was warming.

It felt like he was her family.

As she walked in thought for a while, someone stopped her.

“Oh my, His Majesty’s servant.”

“…. Hello, Count Adelion.”

“Oh, you recognize me.”

It was Count Adelion she met in the middle of the street. He was wearing a shirt with puffy lace that seemed a little small for him, as his buttons look like they were going to burst. His greasy face had a smile on, but it felt a little too much.

Where have I seen this face before?

As Freya lowered her gaze, she remembered someone.

Shilo….

He had similar creepy eyes as the man who always examined her from top to bottom.

“I confused you as a boy before. I heard from Selena that you’re a pretty lady?”

His tone was kind, but his stare wasn’t. He kept staring at her chest and examining the legs that were more revealed rather than the dress.

It would’ve been better if you were still wrong.

Freya barely nodded her head as she felt uncomfortable.

“You haven’t reached the age yet? Hm?”

“No, I have passed the age.”

Count that is wondering about the age of a lowly servant. She wasn’t even curious about his intention.

As Freya acted like she had to leave, he acted like a good person.

“I’ll see you again.”

“Take care.”

As she was getting away from Count Adelion, her back felt so hot that it felt like it was burning.

***

As she arrived at the tent, there was something covered with a cloth on the table.

“What is that?”

It made some strange noise.

As Freya carefully took the cloth off, there was a pretty big bird glaring at her. The bird with yellow eyes and black feathers seemed to have very sharp claws.

That’s weird. I feel like I’ve seen it before….

Freya felt like the bird seemed frustrated being caged.

As she opened the cage, the bird flapped its wings a few times, came out, and sat on the table.

“Hello.”

The bird shook its beak at Freya’s greeting. It was pretty calm, unlike the way it looked.

“What’s your name? Have we seen each other before?”

But no matter how much she tried to remember, she couldn’t remember seeing such a big and amazing-looking bird. Freya crushed the bread she had in her pocket on the table. The bird put its beak on it and then showed no interest.

“Ah, you eat meat.”

She was able to remember an old memory without much trouble.

There was a little bell-like voice that was heard beside her a long time ago.

Freya, that bird likes fruits. Some birds only like meat, and other birds at omnivores.

What’s an omnivore?

A bird that eats anything just like us.

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