Chapter 129: 129 128th Statement: "Songs and whistles

Headache as if stabbed with a sharp blade.

A dull ache that seemed to ooze out from the core of my head. It's a pain that's been going on since the carriage. A pain that hadn't stopped since he had seen Lugis.

In the guest room of the lord's mansion, Alueno closed his eyes and tried to breathe, trying to ease the pain as much as possible. He breathed deeply into his lungs and out again. After repeating this three times, the pain finally eased.

I have never had this symptom before in my life. Whether in the orphanage or in the cathedral, it was the first time I had experienced such a sudden headache, let alone a minor illness.

I felt a sharp pain again, as if the back of my brain was being gouged out. I wonder if that was the cause. Could it be that the sight was too much to bear?

Unconsciously, in the midst of the pain, Alueno's eyelids painted a scene.

--That scene of Lugis and the unknown woman embracing each other.

Of course, he understood that he had no right to interfere in this or that way of life of Rougis. No matter who he likes or dislikes, Alueno can't stick his beak in. He has no right to do so.

Besides, Alueno hasn't even settled his own feelings. In fact, he is not even clear on how he feels about Lugis.

At first, we were childhood friends. We were always next to each other, it was our daily life, and we didn't have any special feelings for each other. In other words, they were family.

It was natural for them to be together, and Lugis was sometimes the stubborn younger brother, and sometimes the older brother who took the initiative to stand in front. I'm sure that I was the same for Lugis. I like to think so.

I wonder when that changed. Was it the hard days in the cathedral? Or the precious days we spent together in the orphanage?

No, no. For me, it's still the day we met for the last time. The day we made a promise together was the day everything changed.

Alueno thinks that sometimes a single memory can change a person's spirit. At least, that day was a turning point for me.

To be honest, I thought that Lugis, who hadn't come back since he graduated from the orphanage and became an adventurer, had forgotten about me. I thought he had forgotten about me. I thought he was leading such a glittering life as an adventurer that he no longer cared about me.

But when he suddenly came back, he said, as if he didn't know what I was thinking.

He said he was sad to be leaving me. He told me that he would come back to me as a great man. He was so selfish and unrestrained, but that was just like him. I remember that when I heard his words, I was so happy that my heart overflowed with joy.

I wonder how much those memories supported me during my days in the cathedral. I wonder how many times the promise and the taste of the sweets soothed my wounds. The feelings that come to mind are very warm.

But at the same time. But at the same time, Alueno knows that another feeling for Lugis has settled deep in his heart.

It's a throbbing, strangely sticky emotion that's definitely black in color. It's not warm, it's freezing cold, it's dark.

And so it is still in my heart. And it's still in my heart, rather than growing in its terrible form. Oh, how it grows, how it grows.

In the end, what am I supposed to do? Trying to be something, I reached my finger to the candidate for sainthood, believing that Lugis would eventually come for me. There was no hesitation there at all.

But now, I can't help it, my head hurts. Confusion fills my heart.

Maybe I should have just left the cathedral earlier. If so, I could have gone to Lugis without any hesitation. Perhaps there was even a way for us to spend time together as adventurers.

I'm not sure what to make of it.

--I'm not sure what to make of this.

I'm not sure what to say, but I'm not sure what to do. Something came up from the back of my throat. My lungs spasmed and I could hardly breathe. My golden eyes narrowed and narrowed and closed.

The gods sent me to this Belle Fane. I think he's telling me to do something. The bad premonition that had been floating in my head took on a new form.

--Could it be that the role is to punish the great sinner, Lugis, with my own hands?

If that's the case, then I'm... Alueno's eyes trembled, and his thin fingers squeezed.

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A headache, unstoppable.

So much so that it covered the pain. I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not, but it's a good idea.

What does it mean to be alive?

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I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but I think it's a good idea.

Sometimes she's violent. Sometimes she stabs the heart out of a mercenary who won't listen. But all this to protect her beloved father and the glory of Bellefane that he built.

Vestalinu believes that his way is the right way. Protecting Belfain means protecting many people, many mercenaries. She never doubts that her actions are protecting many people.

Father, excuse me.

At the end of the day, Vestalines would personally go to his father, Mordor, to report on the day's achievements.

This was Vesterine's daily routine, and his reward for doing so. Every time she reported, her father would praise her with open arms. It was this praise that convinced her that she was right, that she was on the right path.

It's like a ritual that has been going on for years. And it's the same today.

"Oh, Vess. You've done well today, you're my daughter!

The soft, gentle voice of his father, Mordor Gorn, echoed in his private chambers. It is a voice that he does not address to his subordinates, but only to his daughter, Vestaline. Vess is Vestaline's nickname, a word she only allows her father to use.

Vestalynne loved to listen to this voice more than anything. She was thrilled to be able to say her nickname in that voice. I am of use to my father. It made me happy to feel that way. A pleasant feeling overflowed from deep in my chest.

By the time Vesterine was old enough to remember, her mother was gone. She had died of an epidemic, she was told. So the parent's back she looks up to is always her father's. When he was a mercenary, he had many scars, but he always came back to Vestalines.

It is not hard to imagine that a mercenary with a child is not a good thing. I am sure that my father has gone through many hardships without my knowledge.

Therefore, I will eventually be of use to my father. With my hands I will become something great that can protect not only myself but my father as well. Vestalinu swore this vow when he was still a child, unable to wield a weapon.

The manifestation of that vow is the Steel Princess of Belle Fain, who is here now. The steel she wears is a sign of protection. The battle-axe she wields is for defeating the lowly foe that comes at her.

"Vess ......, I have a proposal for you today. I think you should take a break from patrolling for a while.

Vestalinu's eyebrows twitched at his father's words.

Her eyes had a dubious, even sorrowful look in them. Of course, there have been countless times in the past when Mordor has expressed his concern for Vestalines well being. It would have made Vestalines proud.

However, he rarely told her to rest. At best, I have been told to rest when I have been unintentionally sick.

Now, I'm not sick, I'm very well. I don't feel any deficiency, so why?

When I mentioned this question, my father's lips tightened for a moment. I don't know what to say, I don't know how to say it. He seemed to be choosing his words very carefully.

Vestalinu's face contorts. I could feel my heart gradually turning blue. Perhaps he was annoying her? Is it possible that I am not of any use to my father? All these thoughts were quickly overwhelming him.

As if he couldn't bear the thought, Tolga, Vestalinu's aide, stepped forward and spoke.

"Pardon me for interrupting your conversation, Madame Vestalines. Don't worry, Mordor is worried about Vestalines. After all, here in Belle Fain, the seeds of trouble have been planted for you.

With that, Tolga bowed his head a little and spoke honestly. His honest and straightforward words were not deceptive, but they struck a chord. Mordor nodded as if relieved, and Vestalinu listened to Tolga's words without knowing.

"It's simple, Master Vestalines--Mr. Moldow's problem is with those vagabonds who harassed you during the day.

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