Chapter 187 - Volume 2
Chapter 132 – The end of Summer
Count Barre stood in Brendel’s path.
[The hell?] Brendel gave him a wide berth as he walked past the smiling man.
“Ser Brendel?” Count Barre called out to him in a solemn voice when he realized Brendel was avoiding him.
“What is it?” Brendel snapped with a displeased tone. He was in a rush to find the Nightsong Tiger to get the details from him about Amandina.
“Even though our viewpoints differ our goals seem to align. At the very least, I am certain that you are not on the side of our enemies, are you not?” Count Barre spoke in a rush, not giving Brendel the chance to cut him off. “Naturally, we have our own thoughts on restoring the kingdom, but surely there is no need for us to draw our swords at each other’s throats. I agree that Makarov’s actions are a little overbearing, but he’s a only a human who’s acting with limited resources.”
“What are you trying to say?”
“Would you be willing to join us? If you hate our actions, then why not take control of the situation? I hope to have an outstanding youth like yourself on our side.” Barre invited Brendel with sincere words, as though he had forgotten the unpleasant exchange between them.
“Your rank?”
“M-Miss Maynild, I—“
The sword in her hand pressed ever so slightly against his neck: “Ser.”
“S-Ser Maynild.” Sangany swallowed and answered with a stutter. “I’m a second year squire, I have no rank yet—“
He did not waste any more words, and used all his strength in his body to squeeze out the answer.
Maynild’s sword was sheathed back so quickly that the two of them could not see it done properly. She glared coldly at the youth who was cursing in his heart, then gave an order: “Then, soldier, I’m ordering you to shut your mouth—“
She finally looked at Freya properly, then adjusted the latter’s collar which was a little crooked from cleaning up the battlefield. She patted her arms and said softly: “Remember my advice, it won’t harm you—“
Freya was also in a state of confusion with quick thoughts swirling through her head
[Should I thank her? She was really amazing with her sword. Can I be someone like her? Perhaps someday…..]
============ Princess Gryphine POV ============
“Who is she?” The half-Elven princess asked the young man beside him. The scene where Maynild and Sangany exchanged words happened to fall into her eyes. She looked at Freya, finding that there was a sliver of familiarity.
“Madame Ida’s daughter. Duke Rhun is her uncle. She’s quite talented and an ardent supporter of the royal crown. We should be able to trust her.” Ser Benninger looked over to her direction and said.
Gryphine laughed at the silly response: “Are you exhausted, Benninger? We both know who she is. You even know she’s my close friend.”
“I apologize, my lady.” Benninger answered in embarrassment.
“I’m talking about the other girl, do you recognize her? She looks familiar.”
“That’s Everton’s daughter—” A warm voice came from outside the carriage.
Gryphine was slightly surprised, but her light silver eyes immediately shone with delight.
“Oberbeck?” She spoke softly.
A laugh came from the outside. “Yes, your highness. It seems that I am late.”
TL: One thing I want to keep in mind. Anyone close enough to the princess and is a male knight, I’ll use ‘My lady’ instead of your highness.