How to Live as a Wandering Knight – Chapter 119.2

Hunting was almost over and on the way back, Caenerna rode next to Iselia. Iselia looked at Caenerna with a wary look in her eyes.

Even if she was not a member of Johan’s army, Caenerna was a wizard with an ominous charm that made her feel suspicious because she could not tell her identity.

“Do you have any thoughts?”

“. . .What do you mean?”

“The bad thing about wizards is that they can’t just stand by and watch stupid things happen. I’m here to give you some advice. No need to be wary, so listen carefully.”

Caenerna said with a smile, but Iselia seemed to be even more wary.

But after all, she was Johan’s advisor. She couldn’t not listen to her.

“. . .I’ll listen.”

“What do you think the knight of the Yeats family wants from you? You didn’t think it was an absurd idea that he fell in love with your appearance, did you?”

Iselia’s face turned red at Caenerna’s words.

She also knew to some extent what the standard of beauty was among elves. She had to be of a decent height and thin, so she was the opposite of her.

“I-I know that much. Isn’t it necessary to have a stable partner to rule the countship?”

“That’s right. You must have been promised that your safety would be guaranteed if you cooperate. You look uneasy, but let me tell you one thing. That promise will be kept.”

“!”

“You look like a frightened little bird, but I understand how you feel. It’s only natural to be afraid. But think about it calmly. Does that knight look like a man who would break his oath? Has he ever done anything that would make you think that?”

Caenerna’s words were persuasive. Johan was a very conscientious and blameless man, except for his inherent fear.

Iselia smiled involuntarily, relieved to hear the words she wanted to hear.

“Of course, that’s only if you cooperate properly.”

“I am cooperating properly. I have not entertained any other thoughts.”

Caenerna snorted.

“That’s not cooperation. Is it cooperation to sit there like a wooden doll? If you go hunting, you should stick to his side and show it to others. The same goes for the castle. You should stick to him in front of the servants and spread rumors, but if you’re so scared and stay in the corner, what kind of rumors will spread instead? If you want the other person to keep his promise, don’t make him angry. Acting counts. Everyone has their limits of patience.”

Iselia’s face turned pale at Caenerna’s words.

“Do you know why the Emperor tried to put a necklace on his lover?”

“Because the other person committed adultery, isn’t it?”

“No. It’s because he couldn’t give what the other person wanted. If you were still in love, how could you have dared to put on the necklace?”

Caenerna tapped Iselia’s head and said.

“If you want to live, think about it. If you’re going to say it’s impossible because you’re a knight, you might as well just die.”

Caenerna galloped forward. Suetlg asked curiously.

“What did you say to her like that?”

“A little wise advice. I think I’m too lenient.”

“. . .Don’t tell me about curses or strange secrets. Bad rumors are already starting to spread.”

Suetlg’s words were true. The reason for the bad rumors was mainly because of the priests.

The priests who were torn apart because of Johan were angry and chewed and scratched Iselia.

If you only listened to their words, it seemed like Iselia was born with the bloodline of a succubus who could enchant people with her eyes.

Of course, these rumors were not very effective, unlike Suetlg’s worries.

If it were a stranger, it would be unknown, but Iselia was a person who had been in the fiefdom for quite a while. 

People also had a rough idea of what kind of aristocrat Iselia was.

Priests fumed that it was a sin of lust to seek each other on Saturdays or Sundays. People, however, had a knack for picking and choosing what to hear from priests.

As a result, rumors spread in a different way.

━𝐒𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?

━𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝.

━𝐍𝐨. . . 𝐰𝐡𝐲?

━𝐒𝐡𝐡! 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬. 𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝?

━𝐎𝐡, 𝐧𝐨. 𝐁𝐮𝐭. . . 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐨𝐛.

━𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐢𝐭?

━𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭. . .

━𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭!

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̇ȧ̇𝔴ė̇ʙ𝐬𝚝𝘰𝙧i̇̇𝚎s.ᴄȯ̇ᴍ

The church sent a long letter. The letter contained similar content to what the priests felt. They couldn’t refuse, but they would like to think about it again. . .

If you look at it, you might think the bishops are ex-lovers.

Johan smiled and passed it on. The church’s actions were as expected.

Once the preparations were finished, the procedure proceeded quickly. The priests swallowed their tears and posted a notice in front of the temple, and prepared a festival for the wedding for the people around them.

Before the marriage, there were often sharp negotiations over various rights and property contracts, but this was not the case. In fact, Johan was going to get it all.

The marriage was basically concluded with the bishop blessing inside the temple. There was a reason for saying “basically”. There are more things to do after getting married as a feudal lord.

He had to provide a banquet for those who gathered and praise his vassals.

“Record those who didn’t come.”

Now that he had also acquired the fiefdom, he needed to squeeze the vassals who had been standing still while advancing.

He also needed to prepare for the cost of the wedding festival and military funds. . .

The best thing at this time was a clueless guy. A guy who doesn’t know that his reasons are piling up and just stands still.

“Sir. Sir. Now, you have to stop and go and unite before God.”

“It doesn’t sound strange even if you express it in a noble way.”

“What did you say?”

“No. It’s nothing.”

The conclusion of this ritual was the union performed while the priest and attendants waited outside. This marked its complete end.

From Johan’s perspective, he wondered, ‘𝘋𝘰 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺?’ but he had no choice. It was better to adhere to the custom if possible.

“You seem to have exerted too much strength. It would be better to relax your body a bit.”

“I’m. . . I’m relaxing. My dear.”

“You’re still tense. It will hurt if you don’t relax more.”

Iselia nodded her head and took deep breaths repeatedly. Johan, after waiting, clicked his tongue and said,

“Enough. I’ll make you relax. Just stay still.”

“Wai. . . Wait. . . Wait a moment! My dear! Just a moment!!”

Not long after, a voice began to emanate from inside, weeping with exhaustion from pleasure and screaming, with only one person’s voice audible. The priests from the order gritted their teeth and grumbled quietly.

“Such a lewd and vulgar demoness. . .”

“Shh. Be quiet. It’s disrespectful.”

🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸

𝐚𝕨𝔢𝘣𝚜ṫ̇𝘰𝔯ɪ𝐞𝚜.𝙘𝚘ṁ

“Congratulations, Your Excellency!”

The republic envoy greeted Johan with a happy face. They gave generous gifts to the wedding. It was a natural investment considering Johan’s relationship.

How pleasant it would be to have a reliable ally in the southern part of the peninsula.

“Have you prepared the declaration to send to the Empire?”

“I am preparing it now.”

As the count of Coolia, Johan was planning to send a declaration to the Emperor.

It was filled with well-packaged diplomatic rhetoric, but essentially it was close to ‘𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵.’ It meant he would stop being a vassal.

“I have good news and bad news. What would you like to hear first?”

“Let’s hear the bad news first.”

“Marquis Crucho landed on his fiefdom by crossing the sea.”

“!”

Johan’s face hardened. He returned even though the situation in the Empire was dire. Was he so impatient with the mercenaries’ looting?

“What is the scale?”

“It is estimated to be between 3,000 and 4,000. There are about 500 cavalry and at least 1,000 heavy infantry, I hear.”

“I see. What is the good news?”

“Marquis Crucho was defeated as soon as he landed. He is said to have escaped with his life by the skin of his teeth.”

“. . .Whose words are they?”

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