Episode 59
Translator : Missme  Editor : Aru

I waited for the potato-nose old woman to choke out her words.

However, even if I waited, the old woman said nothing.

A good deal of silence ensued.

“…..?”

‘What is it?’

Is that it?

‘Isn’t there anything you can tell me?’

It was not that I didn’t know that most of these things were made up in a plausible way according to the situation and atmosphere.

I knew it didn’t mean much, but it was cut off in my turn, so I felt sad that the line of the rides was cut right in front of me.

I waited a little longer and just turned around Bessie.

“We heard you well. Bessie, let’s get going …….”

“Wait.”

‘Huh?’

I stopped trying to get up and looked at the old woman again.

The old woman was facing me straight with her unshakable dark grey eyes.

I was going to ask why she was holding me up.

“It’s a funny fate. Is it a prank from heaven? I don’t know.”

“…….”

“There must be something you want, right? Then wait. As it goes, don’t do anything.”

“…….”

“Then the opportunity will come to find you.”

The old woman, who said so, pulled the rope that was close to the table.

Then the cloth at the entrance of the tent lifted up and the child who had been soliciting came inside.

“Give me as much as I want through the child. Child, the guests are leaving, guide them well.”

After I left the tent, I found out something.

Inside the tent was as quiet as if it was cut off from the outside.

When I came outside, the noise of the busy market street filled the area noisily as if it had been waiting.

“It’s a little different from what I imagined.”

Bessie began to talk about the fortune teller.

“I thought a fortune-teller would usually mumble a spell with something like a bead in the middle.”

“If we find more, some fortune tellers would do that.”

Sir Davery commented.

“Anyways, all the words she said, I could say it too.”

“But I had fun. It was a different experience. How about you, my lady ?”

Bessie seemed to like the story of the younger man more than she seemed.

I thought about it for a short time and gave my thoughts between the two.

“It wasn’t bad.”

I recalled the old woman’s last words.

‘She said wait…’

The old woman’s eyes were voluminous, and her voice was laid low in the tent, as if in the cold air.

Is that why? It was like I had read about it before in an old book, although that was impossible.

If I think about it in a general and cool way. As Sir Davery said, it was all abstract and hard to grasp. Oh, except for younger men.

‘Anyway, she was an old woman who was good at business.’

To create an atmosphere and make a trivial remark sound like a big one at the moment. She’s a productive woman.

I thought that far enough and shook off the lingering feelings and excitement.

Sir Davery and Bessie also did not seem to keep in mind what they heard in the tents, regardless of their thoughts.

At any rate, it was nothing more than light fun anyway.

It’s a place I wouldn’t have entered if it wasn’t for the kid who grabbed the hem of my clothes in the first place.

I followed the crowd and took another topic of conversation, walking aimlessly and leisurely again.

“By the way, Sir Davery, didn’t you need to go to the sword shop?”

“Sword shop?”

“Were you just trying to use it as an excuse so you could go to the market and now you don’t need it anymore?”

“Ah… well, it’s always a pleasure for me to have new equipment.”

“Then let’s go see it. It feels like I don’t have anywhere else to go.”

“Shall we?”

Sir Davery took the lead with a brightened face.

Then Bessie whispered to herself, “We can only give you half the money.” but we all heard it.

There was a small brawl between the two because Sir Davery was protesting, “Where did the rule come from?”.

I was walking while watching them with a polite smile.

‘Huh?’

I turned my gaze inadvertently and then stopped my eyes.

“My lady?”

It seems that my eyes weren’t the only thing that stopped.

The two people suddenly stopped in the street, wondering about me, followed up to see where my eyes were headed.

“Do you know her?”

I pondered for a moment to answer Sir Davery’s question.

“It’s not that we don’t know each other.”

‘Irene Isaac.’

The daughter of Count Isaac.

I met her once at a party. The party at the Imperial Palace.

‘It was an intense meeting.’

She hit me at the party pretending it was a mistake and spilt wine on my dress, so I chased her, grabbed her, and asked her why, and she gave me a huge answer that it was because I was a nuisance to Ash’s marriage.

‘Even when I’m thinking about it now, my head starts to hurt.’

It seemed that the dimly vague feelings that I felt at the time were coming back to me.

‘Anyway, that’s how it is.’

At this moment, I gave up my hard feelings toward the other person for a while.

She would do that, too, because the sight that caught my eyes couldn’t be said to be so peaceful.

“It looks like they’re fighting.”

Bessie’s voice made me narrowed my eyes to watch the situation.

Irene was not alone.

There was a man dressed up like he was going to a party, but the problem was that the relationship between the man and Irene didn’t look very good.

The two were raising their voices inside the alley that turned to the corner of the store.

I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but I could fully recognize that the atmosphere between the two was harsh just by looking at the outward appearance.

“I know. I could bet on Sir Davery’s new sword that the situation there is definitely not a friendly situation.”

“Why is that?”

Sir Davery grumbled, but as I did, he didn’t take away his eyes from the alley.

At first glance, the man with Irene was taller than she was. He’s quite bulky, so it looked almost twice as big as her.

It seemed to be because Irene was smaller and thinner than average women, but anyway, there was a wide gap between the visible physique of an adult and a child.

Under such conditions, the man locked Irene between the wall and his body and raised his voice as if threatening.

‘Does he really want to do that?’

Is he trying to say that he’s proud of her strength against a child who is half of him?

‘Such a shameless bastard.’

Where’s his conscience? It was really not a good scene to see.

‘That’s right, let’s step in. I do not know the circumstances, so I’ll do it quickly…’

And as soon as I thought so, the man raised his hand at Irene.

I shouted in a fit of surprise.

“Sir Davery!”

“Yes.”

“Agh!”

A dull sound rang almost at the same time as the answer. It was an immediate response as if he had been preparing in advance.

The man screamed and grabbed his head and rolled it to the floor. When I saw the man’s feet, some swords were rolling around together.

‘Nice.’

Why do I remember when Dylan threw a rock and caught a thief?

Anyway, I felt refreshed. I approached Irene at a time.

“Are you all right?”

“You ……”

Irene looked at me with a puzzled look.

Even for me, her body, narrow shoulders, and close-knit features were still almost half of my height.

The impression was written like this.

‘There’s no place on her body to hit.’

Raise his hands up? This bastard really…

Why are there so many damn-bastards in this world?

I looked down coldly at the man who had been hit in the back of his head and was unable to get up immediately and complained in pain.

Irene looked alternately at me with a cold expression, the man lying on the floor, and Sir Davery, and soon bowed her head at me.

“……thanks for your help.”

“Was it right that I could help?”

“Who, who is it!”

Then the man finally rose up.

He seemed to be using his axe eyes fiercely, but soon found me and faltered.

“P, Princess Widgreen?”

“Sir, you out of this. Which family is this young man from?”

When I looked at him, the young man looked as young as Irene.

It’s even more embarrassing. I can’t believe he’s already raised his hands with that personality at that age.

‘What a bright future.’

It’s brighter than the sun.

“He is Viscount Jaang’s son, Sir Mag.”

Irene replaced the man’s self-introduction.

“Mag Jaang?”

“Yes.”

‘Not only is personality crazy, but his name is also crazy.

Did he raise his hand because he was absurd?

The young man was also very brave against a daughter from a count.

Of course, it was not acceptable even if he was from a higher status.

“Eugh, it’s not Princess’s job to intervene!”

“Who decides that?”

“What?”

I folded my arms and gave Mag Jaang an eye.

I deliberately skimmed my opponent from head to toe.

“Who will decide whether or not I should intervene, huh?”

At least it’s not your subject.

Mag Jaang shut his mouth in the blatant gaze as if telling him who you dare to weigh the propriety of my actions.

My status of ‘Diamond Spoon’ was very convenient at times like this.

And what did he say? It’s not my place to intervene?

‘He is the one who raised his hand. How shameless.’

You criminal wannabe bastard, really.