VIO Ch 45 – Castle Town and Ghost Story (III)

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“Well then, let’s change our plans and take a walk around 3rd Avenue again,” Vio said once he walked out of the large doors of the temple. He looked back at the four people in his entourage.

Cheval looked utterly amazed. “Oh? Lord Violant, you weren’t angry?”

“I don’t find it commendable that Rille decided things on her own, but it’s something she came to by herself. It’s not something I should get angry about. For me, it was enough that she followed me to Leca.”

But Vio would feel regretful if Rille chose to return to her parents’ house. The inability to eat her delicious cooking anymore would bring his heart sorrow.

But if the war with the Kingdom of Ruslan approaches sooner, it would be a good idea to have her return to her parents’ house.

If he looked back on the plot of the manga “Princess Dances with the Night,” he didn’t have any reason to stop her. Vio’s expression darkened as he thought of the future.

“You don’t have to be too dejected, Young Master. Rille will come back,” Jill said. “And if she decides to return to her home, I can cook. Please don’t worry.”

“No, Jill. If that happens, I’ll look for a new maid in Leca town.”

“Even if you can’t find one right away, it’ll be alright. Though I’m not as good as Rille, I can do housework as well,” said Legion.

Vio was well aware of that already; he’d seen Legion with chores at the mansion in Leca town, after all. “Yeah, thank you. I’ll count on you then.”

“It’s my pleasure.”

Normally, a knight would dislike doing chores. Legion was truly unusual. Vio gazed at him, trying to find a hint of unwillingness on his face. Yet painted on his lips was a grin. How strange.

“What is it, Lord Violant?”

This was just the usual Legion, so Vio replied, “…No, it’s nothing.” He then recalled that he was planning on giving Legion a reward for the friendly match. “By the way, Legi, is there something you want?”

“Huh? Something I want?”

“You did your best in the friendly match, so I’ll buy you something as a reward.”

Legion tilted his head in contemplation. “Thank you very much, but… I can’t think of anything.”

Cheval nudged Legion’s side and said, “It’s your chance, Legi. You can ask for some armor or clothes. Isn’t there anything you want?”

“I already have armor, It’s just back in Leca town. And when I attended His Highness’ birthday party, Her Grace gave me too many clothes and shoes. So I’m already content.”

Seeing as there wasn’t anything Legion waited, Vio said, “Maybe you can’t think of anything since I asked too suddenly. Should I give you a cash bonus? Oh no, this is my first time doing something like this so I’m not sure what to do.” Vio glanced at Jill. He always had a solution whenever Vio was in trouble.

Aware of Vio’s gaze, Jill nodded. “How about jewelry? For example, a cloak brooch. Even if Sir Legion already has one, having an extra won’t hurt.”

“A cloak brooch, huh… Legi doesn’t usually wear a cloak, but it would certainly be handy when he has to wear his uniform. If it’s not necessary, then he can sell it.”

Vio was happy with Jill’s idea, but Legion’s expression changed and he shook his head. “No, I wouldn’t do such a rude thing as to sell Lord Violant’s gift! And I really don’t need anything.”

Vio looked up at Legion with a huff. “Are you trying to make me look like a villain? If you keep this up, there will be rumors of how a selfish young noble mistreated the best knight in the country.” Laughter escaped his lips. “But with how things have been going, there’s probably that kind of rumor floating around already.”

“Lord Violant… Please don’t say such unkind words. I really can’t think of anything.” Legion shrugged, expression one of exhaustion.

Another good idea coming to mind, Vio brightened up. “Right, why don’t we go to a hot spring on our way back from the royal capital? From time to time, my father and brother would take a bath with their subordinates to deepen their bonds. I want to do that too. Let’s take a bath toge—”

“Long ride!” blurted Legion. “A long ride is good. I definitely want to go on a long ride together with Lord Violant.”

Vio tilted his head. “The hot springs…”

“It’s fun to ride a horse, Lord Violant.”

“Do you like it that much? I don’t mind, but I can’t ride a horse,” said Vio. “We’ll have to ride in tandem. Is that alright?”

“That’s better than sharing a bat—I mean, it’ll be a great honor to ride together with you.”

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“Hmm, is that so? If you say so then.” Vio nodded, though he still believed that it would be more fun to relax in the hot springs. For some reason, Cheval and Lantz were holding in their laughter. Due to how happy Legion looked, however, Vio decided to give in.

But going on a long ride as a reward is a bit too lacking… He said he didn’t need one, but I’ll pick a cloak brooch on my own for him.

No matter how poor Leca town was, Vio, as the reeve, had enough money to reward Legion. Although he didn’t collect taxes and debts as strictly as his father and brother did, as long as he didn’t live in luxury he could save up money. Especially since he almost had no opportunity to spend it in Leca town. Actually, Vio saved up in case of emergencies. That said, he didn’t mind spending to reward Legion.

“Then let’s head for 3rd Avenue. Where did the carriage stop before?” Vio asked.

“This way, Young Master,” Jill replied. Just as he was about to lead the way, a commotion broke out to the left of the temple entrance.

“Wait!”

“Who will wait for you?! I won’t let you cut my hair!”

Vio could hear the shouts of the priests and the scream of the man on the run. The man was running half-dressed with his shirt wide open, barefooted and with soap suds in his hair.

“What happened there?” Such a sight, one of a man looking like a dog or a cat escaping from the bathroom, amazed Vio.

“Please step back. He’s the rude fellow from before,”Jill said as he immediately provided cover for Vio. Legion and Cheval stepped up front, while Lantz guarded him from behind.

As Vio stared in wonder at their astounding coordination, the painter covered in bubbles turned toward them. “Ah, you’re that model candidate! Please become my model!!” The look in his eyes changed as he ran fiercely towards them.

Looking at the painter, Legion said in a low voice, “…Cheval, you’re good at dealing with this kind of thing, right?”

“What are you talking about? I don’t want to be told that by the guy who beat up an Equestrian Dragon,” complained Cheval. Still, he slowly stepped in front of Legion, standing in the way of the rampaging wild boar that was the painter.

The next moment, the painter was sent flying through the air, falling to the ground belly up. “Argh!”

“Ugh, this bastard is all slippery. Disgusting,” Cheval said in distaste as he rubbed his right hand against his pants.

Vio couldn’t help himself and asked Lantz, “What just happened?”

“Using the momentum of that insolent fellow, Sir Cheval flung him away. Sir Cheval is… well, like that, but his physical strength is great.”

“Hey, Sir Lantz! What do you mean by ‘like that’?!” Cheval protested.

“Do you want to hear in detail?” was Lantz’s cold reply.

Cheval deflated. “…I’ll pass.”

Finally, the priests caught up with the painter, their breathing rough and jagged.

“Ugh, this guy is so troublesome with his incredible stamina! Ah, visitors, we’re very sorry to trouble you time and time again,” said a priest.

Another priest said, “We were chasing him because he had escaped from the bathroom… Thank you for your help. We had finally managed to cut his nails.”

“What’s left is that annoying hair and irritating beard.”

Once the priests restrained both of the painter’s arms, the painter started to struggle. “You people! What are you calling annoying and irritating?! Don’t touch my beard. I’m the one who takes care of it!”

“Quiet! This is Miss Reina’s order!”

“Be grateful that she lets you get away with just this after disobeying her in this temple!”

Just who is Rille’s sister…?

It seemed like they were even more scared of her than of Rille’s father.

“Let’s go, Lord Violant,” said Legion.

“Yes, yes. Let’s change our mood and enjoy shopping on 3rd Avenue,” Cheval added.

“Y-yeah…” Urged on by Legion and Cheval who were already completely disregarding the painter, Vio headed to where the carriage was waiting for them.

“Third Avenue? Instead of going there, be my model—”

“You’re going to the bath!”

Flustered by the noise behind him, Vio thought that the painter’s willpower sure was amazing, not fading even a bit after being knocked down twice.

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