Chapter 23.3: Tair Bamon (1)

Calderic did not have an aristocratic class like Santea, a typical monarchy.

It was a structure of absolute centralization in which they concentrated all the power around the Lords. The presence of an aristocratic class to keep them in check was meaningless.

However, there were mayors or commanders who managed cities or fortresses in certain areas. Like the aristocrats of Santea, they form families and inherit positions.

Although there was no formal aristocratic class, in reality they could be called the nobles of Calderic.

"Then I'll serve the dish as soon as you ordered."

The woman in her seat looked around her once again.

She patted the fan she was holding in her hand with a sneer as she watched the other guests hurriedly lowered their eyes.

Looking at the superiority on her face, she seemed to openly enjoy such reactions.

What an ugly woman.

That's what I thought, and I soon turned my attention away from her.

It was enough to quietly taste the chicken in another world and go out without paying attention to that woman.

Clink!

While I was waiting for the food, I ordered to come out, there was a commotion again.

This time, too, that woman was the source.

"I'm sorry!"

The waiter who was serving drinks had dropped his glass.

And, of course, it dropped near the woman.

She looked down at the hem of her dress to see if the drink had splattered on it.

Then, her expression soon became distorted with irritation and anger, and she jumped up from her seat and violently slapped the apologetic employee in the face.

"Ouch…!"

"Is this fucking bitch crazy? How dare you dirty my dress?!"

As if one cheek did not satisfy her, she grabbed him by the hair and knocked him down, and trampled him with her feet without mercy.

There was no one to stop it. The manager, who came out because of the commotion, just watched with a restless expression.

"…"

I was watching the scene, thinking that the woman was the real crazy bitch in this scenario. Then I saw the expression of Asher sitting in the seat in front of me, getting more and more hardened.

Basically good-natured, she was a character who could hardly overlook this kind of injustice.

It was the same for me. This one-sided violence was an eyesore.

I told her.

"I told you before, express your thoughts and opinions."

Asher flinched and turned around.

Then she immediately nodded her head and opened her mouth.

"Can I help that employee?"

"Do whatever you want."

It was when Asher was about to get up from her seat at my answer…

"Hey, young lady."

A voice came from somewhere else.

It was a young man sitting in a corner seat.

As he approached the woman, he sneaked in front of the fallen employee and smiled servilely.

"I'm sorry for daring to intervene, but if you forgive him, this employee will be impressed by your generosity. So…"

"What are you? Aren't you going to get lost?"

The woman pushed the man away and picked up a glass bottle that was on the table. With that, she seemed to want to hit the waiter on the head.

The man was startled and quickly grabbed her arm.

Teouk.

The escort knight standing next to her also grabbed the man's arm.

I could see how hard the other had squeezed his arm as his face contorted in pain.

"…Huh?"

The woman staring in amazement at the hand that gripped her own wrist. She soon shifted her cold gaze to the man.

"Did you hold my arm? You dare?"

"I, I will remove it at once…"

"Gerold, cut off his wrists."

The man's expression hardened.

The knight, without hesitation, brought his hand to the hilt of his sword, as if he were really about to carry out the order.

That was the moment.

Bang!

Asher approached the knight and grabbed his arm.

The knight whose arm she grabbed looked back at Asher, frowning at her.

He then seemed to give strength as if to shake it off… but nothing happened.

When his arm didn't budge at all, the knight looked puzzled.

"What is this again? Do these lowly things keep interrupting me as if they're crazy?"

"…"

"What are you doing, Gerold! Cut this crazy bitch down!"

However, the knight's arm was still immovable.

Seeing his face completely red from the rush of blood, she seemed to be taken aback as if she had grasped the situation as well. Then she turned her gaze to look in my direction.

"Hey, black hair over there! This is your escort! Don't stop quickly?! Do you know who I am?!"

…Did she just call me black hair?

I couldn't even laugh because it was ridiculous, but Baros' expression became rather stern.

"You dare…"

He would summon his spirits and attack at any moment, so I gestured for him to stay still and opened my mouth.

"You're vulgar."

"······ What? What?"

"It's so vulgar to see you run amok like a colt with her tail on fire. Stop making a fuss and get lost."

Only then did Asher let go of the arm she's holding. The knight took his arm and stepped behind the woman.

The woman glared at me to death, and she screamed.

"Kill! Don't stay still like an idiot. Kill him right now!"

The knight hesitated, then reached his hand for the hilt of his sword.

I told Asher.

"If he draws his sword, cut them both."