192 ③ Chiffon-Cher and Roy

I had a dream.

In my dreams, Ai-Fa was crying.

I = fa was angry.

Ai-Fa was laughing.

Different eye-fa give different expressions and disappear. It was a mixed dream of sadness that seemed to tear my chest apart and a sense of happiness that clogged my chest.

Eye-Fa's tear-wet eyes look at me.

Ey-fa's cold eyes make fun of me.

Ai-fa's warm eyes envelop me.

(Stay by my side for the rest of my life)

When was this a sight?

In the dark, Ai-Fa is holding my body tight.

(I swear it's in your place for the rest of my life, too)

Even me, let me swear as many times as I want.

As long as Ai-Fa forgives me for it - and unless this world rejects me, I'm with Ai-Fa.

It is only when this body decays that we leave by the Ai-Fa.

I swear I will be in the place of Ai-Fa until the Fate God or the Devil wakes up another strange whim and pulls my presence back into the flames of burning.

(... I don't want to lose anyone anymore...)

That day, I lost everything.

I can never stand that despair again.

(So ai-fa-)

Don't let go of my hand.

I cuddle up Ai-Fa's body with all the void.

But the presence of I-Fa will be scattered in my arms...

And I woke up.

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"... that?

When I realized I was lying dressed like I was cuddling my own body.

When the scene in the dream, which was so clearly visible, runs out of memory, only something like a vague aftertaste of loneliness is left in my mind.

What the hell am I doing here?

There are no longer white summers in my head, and I can't determine my thoughts or emotions well.

When are we gonna... Where are we?

The blurred and sumptuous vision gradually brings the focus together.

The first thing I saw was an unfamiliar lacquered ceiling.

It's the bunk I'm lying on.

I like fuzzy futons on my back.

"Dumb...... Futon!?

I wake up.

He's hit by a very strong eyesight, and he's about to collapse.

It was true that there was a soft duvet laid on the sleeping table and beneath the body.

Nor is it an overlay of thick cloth, as seen by the woods. This luxurious, dreamy, luxurious duvet embraces my body.

Fear erodes my heart loosely.

That's not possible, I thought - I got caught up in the suspicion that I'd been flown by strange worlds again.

I swept my forehead through the cold sweat and looked around.

I knew it was in a room I'd never seen built before.

The walls on all sides are formed of a slightly yellowish white brick, with double-open doors on the right hand side.

Other than that, the three sides were like tall collisions that blocked my vision, but to measure from the area of the ceiling, it seemed like it was about eight tatami wide.

Right next to the bedroom is a small wooden table and chair with vases on it.

That's about all we can call conditioning.

But the table and my sleeping quarters were perfectly sculpted and didn't feel miserable at all.

Even this fuzzy duvet must be packed with feathers or something, and the fabric on the surface was more like silk than a regular cloth.

The screen is embroidered with colorful shiny yarn on a blue background for an unobtrusive bird figure. It is as strange as a bird and a reptile halfway between a peacock or a phoenix, and yet its cuckoo has a shifty fang.

Its identity is unknown, but in any case, it is a brilliant, hands-on, and seemingly gold-consuming creation.

Moreover, it is a carpet with long hairy feet that is laid on the floor.

The intricate geometry of extreme colors, whether Persian or Turkish, is woven, and its luxurious and brick-built boneless walls create an odd harmony.

It was a heavy and luxurious room.

At least, they're not like prison or anything.

But - I didn't know this style of room.

"What the hell is this place..."

A brick-built room completely different from my hometown, the settlement by the woods, and the Inn Town of Genos.

The anxiety that arose in me was on the other hand swelling.

Once I close my eyelids and gently fist my blurry head, I never stand up.

At the same time, the voice echoed.

"Oh... you woke up...?

My heart bounces up one way or another.

Moving his gaze in the raised direction of his voice, the person appeared loose from beyond the screen on the side of the pillow.

"I'm sorry. I'm late to realize... how are you feeling...?

It was a daunting, prolonged voice reminiscent only of Vina-Lou.

But of course, it's not Vina-Lou. That was a younger woman who was longer than Vina-Lou, and yet as eye-catching as Vina-Lou.

The colour of the skin is as white as ceramic. It may be whiter than the people of Jagal.

The color of your hair is golden like honey. Its beautiful hair drifts down to the waist as it whirls.

And the color of the eyes is purple like amethyst.

This was the first time I saw anyone with such eyes colour other than Camua-Josh.

"My name is Chiffon-Cher and I have taken care of you... you are Asta of the house of Fa...?

Asta at Fa's house.

Was I still able to remain in the world called by that name?

I laid my hands on a soft cloth and let myself breathe relief with all my strength.

But I can't even keep relieving you.

Then I'm in a state where the unforgivable bad guys have abducted me.

I guess the one thing that makes the contents of my head stick right now is the after-effects of being forcibly deprived of consciousness with strange drugs. Was that, after all, an extract or something extracted from the sleep-acting Melemere leaves?

With that head, I chewed my back teeth all the time thinking about Ai-Fa and Sin-Lu and Rud-Lu.

There is also no respite that is being struck by despair. This is the enemy.

"Are you okay......? If you're not feeling well, you'd better take a little more time off..."

"No, it's okay"

Once again, I turned to someone named Chiffon-Cher.

She is a beautiful woman.

A deep, carved, Nordic face. However, the line around the jaw is soft and flaky, so it looks very graceful.

Quite tall. Probably higher than me. Its feminine undulating length is wrapped around a loose white long coat.

Also, there were a lot of ornaments lowered in the hair, hands, feet and chest, and that, coupled with golden hair and white skin, was like a Greek mythical goddess.

I wonder how old you are. I have a tall and calm atmosphere, but I can feel the look on my face anyway.

"Um, where the hell are we? Maybe - is it the castle town of Genos?

She called me Asta at Fa's house. On top of that, based on what was going on in this room, it seemed like that was the only answer I had.

Chiffon-Cher laughs by the time he holds his mouth down.

"Well... didn't Asta even know that...? But I'm sorry… I'm not allowed to speak unnecessarily…"

"Then bring someone who understands the story. I was threatened with a knife, and I couldn't help but bring myself to this place, could I?

"Really... let me show you downstairs..."

Chiffon-Cher comes up to me all the time.

I accidentally got up, but she stopped at the table, not on the sleeping table.

Its white fishy fingertips pick up a silver object that was in the shadow of a vase.

It still seemed to be an elaborately sculpted handbell.

A subtle tone echoes with the chili, and accordingly, the door of the room opens from the outside.

"Master Asta from Fa's house is awake... I'm going to show you downstairs..."

Outside the door, two soldiers stood.

They are both middle-backed middle meat and would be western people because they have yellowbrown skin. It is wrapped in leather armor that is not as close to the guard but is highly decorative, with a slender long sword lowered at the waist.

In the meantime, he looks like he's different from the bad guys who kidnapped me.

(Sanjula...... was that really Sanjula?

The voice heard on the verge of interruption of consciousness is not certain whether it was a dream or a reality.

But that bad guy also had black skin, long skinny body, and enough strength for Sin-Lu to be barometric, and - he was holding a dagger with his left hand.

(But how could Sanjula? Was that guy like a part of all this filthy mischief?

The answer is, of course, in darkness.

I just don't think that kind of mastery would have succeeded unless you had grasped something called the relationship between me and Nail.

Can you make me listen to a hostage Nail who is just a businessman? To know that, you need to get rid of me and Nail's people.

Thus, Sanjula was a regular guest in my stall and a visitor to the Xuanrong Pavilion.

Would it then be easy to detect that Nair is an understander of the people by the woods and how humans like me treat the existence of Nair?

The more I think about it, the more painful my chest gets.

Both my compatriots by the woods and my dear Santoku knife were separated from each other, and I could have been badly betrayed by someone who was wearing a one-sided fraternity.

"Well, let's go..."

Otherwise Chiffon-Cher approaches the soldiers.

I followed it as I suppressed all kinds of emotions that filled my heart.

Outside the door, the corridor was stretched.

Again, the walls are bricklayed and carpeted at the feet. The ceilings are high, but the corridors aren't even that wide. Besides, it was a lot dim because a small window of lighting was just worn high on the wall.

All the way down that corridor for ten meters dressed to be trapped by soldiers in front and behind, eventually a stone spiral staircase appears on the way.

Downstairs, it is an irreplaceable corridor.

Somehow, it was built to make you feel blocked.

"Here it is..."

Eventually, on the front, a big door appears.

When one of the soldiers silently pushed it open, the rather lukewarm air clung to the five bodies.

(What, this room?

There is no such thing as this, it is a prison room. At the foot, bricks or stones are peeled out.

However, there is also a large door on the front, so it can be inferred whether this is the next time or something.

(... does that mean there is a mastermind over here who gave such a ridiculous order)

A human being who imitates like this is unthinkable other than Cycleus.

but I also hear that the aristocrats involved in politics should be stuck in the castle starting today.

I don't even think this is the main circle of Castle Genos - but what the hell is the truth?

"Go ahead......" Chiffon-Cher goes on fearlessly.

The soldiers stopped their feet dressed to line the left and right of the back door.

That's how, when Chiffon-Cher opened the door - now the unusual heat and humidity hit me with a weir cut.

"Wow," he screamed unexpectedly, grabbing his wrist at his cold fingertips.

"Hurry up... the heat will escape..."

"Hey, what is it, this room?

The door closes perfectly behind me.

The room was filled with white steam.

I don't even know the depth of the room. It is as dense a vapor as that.

Plus - just a little bit, I can smell the vanilla.

It smells a little like yomogi, unlike Leelo, Pico and Meremele.

While not at all unpleasant smelling, vigilance increases.

"... what's wrong...?

Chiffon-Cher is smiling across the white jaw.

When I wondered if the hand had been turned over my back, a white longcoat slipped off at my feet.

Naked, whiter than steam, is exposed to me at all costs.

"Hey, what are you doing, you!?

"Whatever you say… I am ordered to help Asta in her personal capacity…"

With that said, it is now Chiffon-Cher, who even removes the hand and foot ornaments.

Barely, she seemed to wrap something like a lower ribbon around her waist.

Otherwise, however, they are completely naked.

If the steam hadn't been so dense, I think I would have been confused by 50% more.

"Come on, Master Asta, have a drink too..."

White smooth arms stretch out towards me like two snakes.

"Whispering," I snapped my back into a closed door.

"Mi, is this a bathroom, maybe?!?

"Bathroom......? This is the bathroom..."

I knew it.

Even in Japan, I have heard that steam baths were more dominant than hot tubs until the Edo period.

but even with such an answer, of course, my heart was not at ease.

"Whatever it is, you must first cleanse yourself... and bring your meal here..."

"Ko, I understand that this is the bathroom! If you want to clean yourself up, follow that too! However, we don't need your help!

"Oh... but if I don't do my job too, I'll be whipped..."

"Work? Is this what you do!?

"Yes… it is the raw meaning given to me to entertain my guests…"

Smiling softly, Chiffon-Cher leans over at me.

After all, she seemed to be only five centimeters longer than me.

"We especially get dirt rubs, so don't worry about anything..."

The white fishy fingertips dive inside my T-shirt.

"Oh... Master Asta has smooth skin like a woman... this is going to be worth polishing..."

I was supposed to squeeze a scream for rescue from the depths of my soul.

but it just stirred the steam in the bathroom and never brought a hand of salvation from anywhere.

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Approximately, in twenty minutes.

Having been stripped of something of my dignity as a human being along with the dirt wrapped around me, I was to collapse disappointed while the soldiers waited.

"... is your body still less complete...?

Worried, Chiffon-Cher peeks in.

I meant to answer that that was not the case, but I couldn't pronounce it very clearly.

I was forced to wear new clothes prepared for the bathroom.

It is a milky white sleeveless torso and a lot of footwear like balloon pants. White slack from top to bottom, only leather shoes are camel colored.

"Let's come then... it seems like it's been down for a long time..."

"Oh, wait. What are you going to do with my clothes?

The clothes I used to wear had been rounded up like garbage in a cage knitted with grass.

"Yes... if you don't mind, I was going to dispose of this here..."

"That's troubling. They're all important to me."

As I said, I pulled my fangs and horn neck from the cage and snagged it around my neck.

"Keep the rest of your clothes without throwing them away properly, too. When I return, I will change again."

When he managed to squeeze his temper and let it be stated that way, Chiffon-Cher smiled joyfully.

"I acknowledge... In doing so, I will assist you again..."

"Don't worry!," I stood up.

"Well, let's come..."

Join the soldiers and start walking down the corridor again.

Ignore the spiral stairs, now keep going straight.

I've turned the road a few times, but I don't quite get out where I opened up. Not only was it highly occlusive, but it was kind of built like a little labyrinth.

"Here it is......" Chiffon-Cher stops in front of the door again.

Now it's time to meet the hateful mastermind.

I threatened you with a knife and kidnapped you, how can it be an aristocratic absurd way to cleanse yourself in the bathroom before you look?

First, I had to think about getting him back to Accommodation Town in peace, but I still didn't feel comfortable seeing if I could completely suppress the antipathy that arose in this chest.

But still, only short notice is forbidden.

Absolutely, do whatever it takes to get this predicament done and go home to the Ai-Fas.

With that in mind, I knocked at the door - once again, I got a feather to wear a shoulder watermark.

"Nah......" makes me tickle.

Should this amount of expansion have been predicted?

It was not during the waiting and sighting of the great nobility, but a more familiar place for me - that is, the kitchen.

"Come on, go ahead... This is Master Asta's place of work..."

The cook has taken me, so I guess the purpose was to make me cook.

Speaking of which, I think Sanjula and the bad guy also said, "I want my husband to sift his arms" or something.

But is there such a joke about how they seem to make you cook before explaining the circumstances?

"What the hell is this all about? Please explain."

That's what I said in my hard voice, while I was intrigued by the kitchen.

The soldiers did not try to enter the room by refraining from going outside again, so it was still Chiffon-Cher who responded with a smile.

"My husband is expecting Asta to cook… For more information, please ask Roy…"

"Roy? Who is it, is it?

"I'm one of the cooks in this hall to help Master Asta...... is there Roy......?

When Chiffon-Cher raised his voice a little, he returned a variety of voices called "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" from beyond the half-opened door in the back of the kitchen.

"Are we finally here? It's a pretty good nuisance to have a job over here."

With such words of discontent, one young man appears.

Twenty years old or so, a young man of the West.

He wore a barrel hat on his head, and it was me and my white outfit that was wrapped around him. He sure looks like a cook. They are.

Brown hair is spilled from the hat, and the ivory face is littered with shavings. My height and physique are not very different from mine, and I don't feel very successful.

"Hmm. You're the jump in today."

While shining a suspicious light in his brown eyes, the young man began to judge me by my stiffness.

Even though he looks like a nice young man, he has a grumpy face.

"Whatever you want, get started. If you don't finish your job, you won't be able to start mine."

"Wait a minute, please. I've been abducted without question, haven't I? So all of a sudden you cook, what the hell is this joke?

When I raised my voice in protest, the Roy young man looked disgusted and looked back at Chiffon-Cher.

"Hey, you're not telling the story at all, are you? The only thing I'm ordered to do is help cook this guy, okay?

"I'm sorry, Master Roy... you know, what I already told you about the job and I wanted to..."

"It's not conveyed at all. Like I said, I was just threatened with a knife and forced to bring him here."

I didn't even think this Chiffon-Cher or Roy person would be responsible for the evil, so I insisted.

but Chiffon-Cher just smiles politely, and Roy turns that way to his lack of interest.

They don't have to be the kind of people who participate in evil, or have a sympathetic heart for my condition.

"Now, let me explain… Our master wants Asta to cook. So if you cook a satisfactory dish, let me reward you… That's what I'm asking."

"I refuse. - So, what happens?

"That... will probably be hit with a leather whip..."

"Is such lawlessness allowed in this Genos?

"No..." Chiffon-Cher shook his head in a daze when he was accidentally cut back.

"I'm the one who gets hit with a leather whip... I'm sure my husband will see me as having some crude resemblance..."

"What is it? There must be no reason for you to get slapped anywhere, right?

"... my husband does not need reason to strike me..."

With that word, I was able to get answers to the little doubts that were stuck in my chest.

"You said Chiffon-Cher, didn't you? If I'm wrong, I apologize, but - for a moment, are you a people of Mahydra?

Chiffon-Cher laughs when he freakishly dulls again.

"I am not allowed to speak unnecessarily... but there is no one who would mistake me for a people other than me..."

After all, I sigh.

The people of Mahdra, a hostile nation, are made to serve as slaves in Selva, the Kingdom of the West.

If so, this must be the Hall of Cycleus after all.

In the vicinity of Genos, far from Mahdra, there is no such thing as buying slaves other than Cycleus, - because Camua-Josh once said so.

(There's more to bad chest shit, motherfucker)

I turn to Chiffon-Cher again, whilst your daughter in that pathetic situation has just cleansed me of my head.

"So if I cook, can I get home properly? That's what the people who kidnapped me said."

"Yes...... but always do your job at all costs, and... if it was too terrible to be able to flourish, I offered to forbid doing business in the lodging town..."

"Isn't that the reason or the snare! - Um, let me check this out, but this is the Turan Uncle Cycleus' mansion, right?

No reply.

Chiffon-Cher is smiling with a child-friendly face, and a young man named Roy shrugs his shoulders with a conceited trick.

"Situationally, I can only assume it is.... or is this in the castle of Genos?

This word returned a mocking snort of "ha".

"Castle Genos? Aren't you a horse deer? I don't know if you're a forest folk or a lodging town folk, but you're not supposed to be allowed to enter a castle like that."

"If it's not, that's fine. But Uncle Turan should be packing in the castle starting today, right? And I don't know how I ended up with this kind of eye."

"Dear Asta... I am so sorry that we are only allowed to speak a limited number of words..."

"So you really think you can cook without revealing who the mastermind who did this absurd thing is? So, if you're satisfied, let me reward you, and if you're not satisfied, take down the lodging town store,"

"No... as regards the Accommodation Town store, it is a word said from the mood not to spare Asta... unless there is so much to be done, you should not be punished as such..."

"But don't you think you can better score what's good and bad about cooking?

"Ha..." Chiffon-Cher tilts his neck like he's in trouble.

"But all my husband wants is delicious food, that's all... It's not something Asta-sama has to do with it, and rather, he invited you to this hall because you anticipated Asta-sama's arm... so you don't seem to need to worry..."

"The food is good for my mouth, but once you've done that, you're going to send me home? Unless it's a terrible thing to do, it won't interfere with the lodging town business, will it?

"Yes… that is how I hear…"

"If I could trust that word, I'd feel a lot easier, too."

But there's no way you can trust someone who doesn't even show up that way.

Even more so with someone who doesn't quit abduction by force.

But what the hell is this situation?

Sure, I heard Cycleus was a famous gastronomer, but what would imitate this at a time like this when he's about to be exposed to exactly old evil?

I named an exotic but forestside people and started doing business in Inn Town, it may be natural for me to feel blind like that, and if I am a gastronomer, I may not be interested in my skill.

But why now?

Let the bandits surrounded by woodland outfits attack the farm, the daughter of Milan-Math, or, if you think so, suddenly let the guards preach words that would defend the woodland people - the modus operandi felt too dogged this time compared to those numerous conspiracies.

No, threatening me with a daylight knife and inviting my figure into my own hall would be enough for the word "doku".

With Nail and my testimony, I'm sure this sin can be charged.

That's for sure, because if you tell Melfried himself that Cycleus has an unbeatable position as well, he shouldn't be able to be Ariel.

Was Cycleus such a foolish person to commit such a ridiculous sin at a time like this when he was on fire at his feet?

Besides - if you're just hoping for one night's supper, why don't you just tell the forest chiefs that?

As a matter of position, Cycleus is better off. I don't think even the Donda-Loux can be so stubbornly rejected as long as it passes the condition of being escorted.

While this came close to the conviction that Cycleus must be a conspiracy to do with it, it was still a situation where we had to feel that something was a chisel.

"Um, come on, then why don't you just pull yourself into the room? That's right. I've lost a lot of extra work, too. Hooray."

In a frustrating voice, Roy has described it that way.

Should I do that, I'll seriously consider it, too.

Michael is advised never to show Cycleus his culinary skill.

Still no certainty that this noisy mastermind is Cycleus himself, but should I at least be pulling into that brick-making room until five days after Melfried gets his freedom of movement?

"No, Master Asta... I don't mean to say this... but it seems very dangerous..."

"Danger?"

"Yes... my husband of the day is in a very good mood because he was able to achieve more hope than he once did... if he got angry with Asta's deeds, that could be why he would be whipped without reason..."

"Hey, aren't you the one who gets whipped when you say something extra?

That's what Roy said in a silly tone.

The resentment that has been pushed into the bottom of the belly begins to boil once the noise is ragged.

"I get it. Whatever, you can cook for me."

If you eat poison, it's even a plate.

Either way, my fate is being held by the enemy.

When this happened, it seemed best to believe that Cycleus would sooner or later lose his legs due to Camua-Josh's strategy and Donda-Lou's and others' efforts, and hit him from the front.

Cycleus will be obsessed with my cooking, but if I lose my legs, it has nothing to do with it.

(Plus - I can't believe I haven't seen Ai-Fa for five days. Can you stand that?)

Besides, I'm going to have to spend that time, not knowing where I was exposed.

I just imagined that I would inflict such pain and loneliness on Ey-Fa, and it was me who was going to break my chest.

(Absolutely, I'll do anything to get you home)

That's how I ended up cooking for the nobility in the nobility hall.