Chapter 1646: 1646 War and Peace, Part 184 - Conference Day 7, Day 8 -

"People, more like goddesses or spirits."

There is no reason for the men to rumor either. In addition to finer skin than I've ever seen, silver hair long enough to likely reach the ground. If you're such a beautiful woman, it seems like you've heard nothing but rumors, but you've never even heard of a deafening merchant.

And how can such a woman go to Arnelia alone and for what purpose? Without even knowing that, the merchant decided to send the woman to Arnelia.

To be honest, the merchant's aim was not Arnelia, but a neighboring city, but he could afford the transportation period, and he thought that a little distance would not punish him. The woman shook her head and said no to the words of the merchant who offered to send her all the way to Arnelia. Then he finally arrived at the parting branch.

Not to mention anyone, the merchants went out to see the women off. I have enough food and water in my hand to reach Arnelia, plus a bag with the cost. When the women were being attacked by the men, they had nothing but clothes.

Fellows in contention over who will give them their luggage. The merchant looked at it with a smile, but contemplated that he would have proposed if he were 10 more years younger. No, or even now - thinking about it, a woman slowly stepped out of the carriage.

The woman smiled loudly, as usual. We thought it was unusual to smile even though we had done nothing, but we felt that smile was a little different than before, and the merchant remembered why.

What, this unpleasant feeling? Who is this woman in the first place? I just can't even tell you my name because I'm beautiful, and I just want to go to Arnelia, and I don't know what that purpose is. Of course, noble human secrecy and other reasons cannot be considered, but there was also the possibility that even now we were planning something bad) "

You noticed that the merchant thought about it and disbelieved it, and the woman turned to the merchant, once again laughing softly. And now it's time for the merchant to remember something creepy and unpleasant about that smile.

But before the merchant could say anything, the woman spoke more.

"- Here, say goodbye"

"I'm gonna miss you."

"Right. Can you at least tell me your name?"

If anything happens again, we'll escort you.

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The woman smiled faintly at the mercenaries who told her that she was very unsolicited.

"Name - Chaska"

"Whoa, that sounds beautiful"

"Why did you tell me that?

"No more - because I won't see you. I don't have a problem telling you."

Chaska finally blew something on the palms of his hands at the men. Then the men's movements stop perfectly and their bodies slowly collapse. The merchant at the rearmost looked at it without being able to look at it.

Without uttering a word, the mercenaries dried quickly so that the flowers withered and returned to the dust. Some wanted to escape, but raising their voices was not appropriate for some reason. Chaska tramples without hesitation even after the dust has caught the ground.

Seeing Chaska smiling softly, the merchant realized for the first time. Oh, well. This woman has not regarded herself as human from the beginning. No one responds to the bug squeal as we speak of something. That's why I never exchange words, and that look is a mockery, not a smile.

Knowing that he had been mocked by the person he thought had helped him, the merchant learned that it was his first intuition that was right. But it was all too late. Carriages, loads, even horses show the end of it all as it returns to dust. If breaking your own vows is the price of this, isn't it too heavy? With that in mind, the merchant also returned to the dust.

After everything became dust, a gust of wind blew. Just as we waited for all the traces to be shed in the wind, so people returned to the streets.

Chaska looked at the situation a little further away and sent a gaze to the far-sighted Arnelia. In the hand is the food and water given by the merchants, and the luggage.

"I got a good replenishment - although clothing is not a hobby. That's Arnelia. I have to pick up my sister."

Chaska grinned slowly and walked out toward Arnelia.

Continued

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