When the lord's son summoned the old knight to the outskirts of the camp to talk, there were only the young knights who were caught in the throbbing and worried hearts by the campfire, and the visitors, who had not been broken but who knew to be uncommon to each other.

"Good evening, Mr. Han. ”

After a brief and awkward exchange of speechless glances, the first to break the silence was the visitor who came to look for the rare one.

"Good evening...... Miss Pastor. ”

After much deliberation, the knight remained humble and did not try to reveal the identity of the other party—as he expected, the visitor, who had covered his head with a cloak hood, took it off in a huff.

Looking at each other, he saw the emotion called "angry" in the other person's eyes. In the next moment, he caught a glimpse of the shimmering pendant under her collarbone.

"Foot knight of Chanda, Han, in formal occasions you should call me lady or viscount. Lord Hogan didn't tell you all of this, did he?"

"I'm offended, I'm so sorry, lady. ”

Looking at the swaggering lady in front of him, Han couldn't associate her with the young priest who had treated him in the wounded barracks before——— even though they looked exactly the same.

In the light of the moonlight and the campfire, he leaned forward, bowed his head, and kissed the lady who was waiting with his hand outstretched.

"Poof—"

When the chuckle came from above, Han stepped back and looked at the mocking lady without squeaking. He could see that the other party was playing tricks on him, but he didn't understand why.

At this moment, Viscount Garneau hurried over and untied a gorgeous-looking sword from his belt.

"Aurora. ”

The sword was handed to the Baroness by Viscount Garneau under Han's gaze.

"I have heard that the hand of a brave knight on foot was broken in a fierce battle with an ogre, so I have come here to give him a broad-bladed sword, which is also blessed by the goddess of the sea. ”

In just an instant, the baroness, who was still full of flying and domineering aura just now, became very approachable under the joint gaze of Viscount Garno and the knight.

"The goddess is above—"

Han hadn't suspected that it was a trap, but the light blue metal on the broad-bladed sword that had left a mark on his soul made it impossible for him to refuse.

"May the ebb and flow of the tides always be with your pulse. ”

"Thank you, Miss Aurora. ”

By the time the two had finished their exemplary conversation, Viscount Garneau, who had not yet made some clear issues with Uruk, had already run away towards the edge of the camp.

The bonfire still crackled from time to time, and the young knight was a little overwhelmed by the broad-bladed sword he was holding and looking at the lady who suddenly burst into tears.

"Lady, are you alright?"

He stepped forward and questioned the weeping girl, who was a head shorter than himself. She was crying, but she wasn't crying at all.

"Mr. Knight, can you talk to me for a while? ”

"It's a great honor. ”

Next to an old statue a little away from the campfire, Han found a quiet place for Aurora to chat under the cover of a carriage parked around.

Not caring about dust and dirt staining her dress, Aurora leaned against the fallen orc statue and sat down on the ground.

"Aren't you going to sit?"

Tying the broad-bladed sword given by Aurora to his belt, Han grabbed the halberd that poked into the dirt on the side and walked over to her, "I still need to be on guard, just stand." ”

"Poof-"

"What are you laughing at?"

"No, I'm not laughing, you must be hallucinating. ”

Although he was slapped with an axe by the ogre during the battle, Han was sure that his hearing was not damaged, and at that moment, he clearly heard the laughter of the young priest.

"So, lady, say whatever you want, and I'll be happy to be a listener. ”

Glancing at the knight standing beside her, Aurora noticed that her vision was a little blurred, and just as she was about to reach for her pocket, a handkerchief was handed to her.

Just a very ordinary cotton handkerchief.

"I bought it in Chanda, I haven't used it, lady. ”

Looking at Lady Aurora, who was staring at him with a complicated expression, Han explained honestly. This handkerchief, he had intended to replace the old one, to wipe the weapon.

After a brief hesitation, Aurora took the handkerchief from Han, "I think I should say thank you." ”

Watching the girl wipe away the tears on her face and the tears from the corners of her eyes, the knight struggled for a while, and then whispered, "Since you have wiped your tears, can you give it back to me." ”

"What was sent, how can there be any reason to go back?"

"Because I really don't have a clean rag to wipe my weapons on, and there is nowhere to buy them in this orc autonomous region...... Besides, I'm not giving, I'm borrowing. ”

"Give you back. Throwing the handkerchief back to Han, Aurora wrapped her arms around her knees and smiled wryly, "When I saw your comrades with an axe embedded in your shoulder in the wounded barracks, I thought you were already back to light, but I didn't expect you to survive." ”

"As much as I hate to admit it, I'm still a little weak. ”

"So, what did you say to me at the time...... Do you still count?"