VIO Ch 42.1 – A Stroll Around the Royal Capital (VI)

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Translator: mii

editors: sleepchaser, chiizuholic

tlc: chiizuholic

Once they arrived at 10th Avenue, there was a visible difference in the people and the surroundings compared to before. Many of the passersbys had a good build and looked like they were day laborers or mercenaries. The rest, whether male or female, wore patched clothes. However, everyone looked lively, and there was no hint of gloom on their faces. The buildings seemed slightly aged, but the streets were clean.

“Are those people mercenaries?” Vio asked.

Cheval nodded. “Yes, they are immigrated mercenaries. This district has a lot of drifters, so it’s a rough place.” They stopped in front of a restaurant with a fish-shaped signboard. “Ah, here it is. Please wait a moment.”

Cheval barged into the restaurant first, shouting, “Hey, old man!”

Vio could hear the sound of a conversation, then loud footsteps growing closer to the door. Finally, the door with peeling green paint swung open. A muscular, black-haired man glared at them with his sharp green eyes. Just by looking at his ears and tail, Vio could tell he was a cat Locana. Yet, somehow, it felt like he was facing a bear.

“Good grief, just what kinda damned noble would suddenly come to eat my grub here…” The man’s voice, which held a tone of complaint, grew quieter and quieter until he was completely silent. He took a long, hard look at Vio, then leaned out of the doorway to check the surroundings. He shifted his gaze back to Vio. “…Y’er the customer?”

“Old man,” Cheval said, rubbing his forehead like he had a headache.

“The heck, Cheval,” whispered the man. “I never expected a lil’ birdie like him to come to this kind of place, ‘kay? I was sure that ya brought an arrogant, sly old fox…”

Vio said, “I’m sorry for coming so suddenly. Is there room for seven people?”

“Yeah. By the counter and you’d hafta share a table with someone. Sorry ‘bout this, but we can’t serve a dish fit for nobles. So why did you come to my wee dirty place?”

Vio pointed to Cheval and answered, “Sir Cheval said that you serve the best seafood in the royal capital.”

“…Ah?” The man frowned like he had heard something unbelievable. He once again faced Cheval. Cheval averted his gaze at once.

The man laughed. “Hey, Cheval! You sometimes spit out some cute things, don’t ya?! Yeah, that’s great! Come on in. I’ll feed y’all my best dish just for that. Ahaha, I can’t believe it. This silly brat Cheval actually said that my food’s the best in the royal capital!”

“Shut up already! You don’t have to keep saying it!”

“Listen up, everyone! Just now, Cheva—”

“And don’t announce it to the regular customers! Damn it, dad!” Despite how loudly Cheval had cursed, the laughter of everyone in the restaurant drowned out his voice.

“…‘Dad?’” Vio unconsciously murmured.

Legion laughed and said, “Cheval has been coming to this restaurant since he was a child. It seems he regards that man, Dally McWell, as his father. I heard it from the other customers when I came here before.”

Then, with a trace of a smile, Vio said louder, “Oh, is that so?”

Rille chuckled. “So he’s saying that his father figure’s restaurant is the best in the royal capital. He also has a cute side, huh?”

“Yeah.”

Contrary to their arguments that Vio could hear from inside the restaurant, the two were actually on good terms. Vio found that great.

As he entered the restaurant, he saw that it was built like a long rectangle. On the right side by the wall stood the counter, with the kitchen behind it. On the left side were six tables that could seat four to six people.

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Once the laughing customers caught sight of Vio, they grew shocked; all around, not a sound could be heard.

Feeling uncomfortable, Vio offered a wry smile with a slightly tilted head. “Um… Sorry to disturb you?”

At that instant, the customers stood from their chairs, moved their tableware onto other tables, and rearranged the tables and chairs.

While he stood there dumbfounded, the seats for seven people were soon ready. Then the bear man… no, the owner, Dally, pointed to those seats from the kitchen. “What’re ye standin’ dazedly there for? Go take a seat.”

“Everyone just wants to make a good impression. Please don’t worry about it. Lord Violant, please take a seat,” Cheval said with a grimace. He pulled out the chairs only for Vio and Rille, then urged the others to sit without any care.

The hard wooden chair was quite comfortable to sit on. Once Vio sat down, he could hear whispering from his surroundings.

“Wow, he’s so beautiful! He’s sparkling and looks like a doll.”

“His face looks feminine, but that’s a man, right? Amazing.”

“It’s a miracle. A miracle from the Great Spirit. Let’s worship him.”

“This place doesn’t suit him at all, hahaha.”

The chattering Vio managed to pick up startled him. Worship…?! Why?!

In a timid manner, Vio sneaked a glance, only to find that a man was indeed praying eagerly to him. Vio turned back at once and pretended he didn’t see him. It was baffling; after all, he couldn’t give any divine favors even if someone worshipped him.

“Please decide on the drink you want to order. Old Man will bring the appropriate dishes later on,” Cheval said, handing out the menu.

Vio received it and ordered water with fruits in it. The others ordered juice and tea, and only Night ordered wine.

“What? Only one guy ordered alcohol?” Dally asked.

Cheval answered, “We’re working.”

“Whoa, it’s so disgustin’ to hear you sayin’ something serious.”

“Just shut up already,” Cheval said in irritation. However, Dally didn’t take him seriously.

“Uh, Lord Violant. I know it is a bit late to ask, but are you fine with us sharing a table with you? We are your escorts…” said Lantz awkwardly.

Vio nodded. “In the first place, I planned to treat you all. It’s okay. Plus, having you guys standing at the doorway will bother the restaurant.”

Night, who sat diagonally to the left of Vio, was perhaps too relaxed that he said casually, “Haha, Lord Violant is, how do I say this, really different from other nobles. Most of them treat knights like us like statues, you know?” In a flash, he corrected his posture. “Ah, please forgive my rudeness.”

Vio gently said, “We’re not formally socializing right now, so please be at ease. I’m also more comfortable that way.”

Once Night had confirmed that Vio didn’t mind, he broke into a broad, relieved smile.

“I practically never went outside my mansion, so I don’t know what behavior is normal,” continued Vio. “If I’m doing something rude, please don’t hesitate to tell me.”

“N-n-n-no, you’re not rude at all!”

“That’s a relief. Sir Night, if possible, can you tell me about the Ruslan Kingdom? I heard it’s a beautiful country with abundant water.”

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