âOh, the book of that novelist Armano or something? That bookâs been very popular over the years.â
âPopular, what, for something like that novel? Itâs a waste of paper.â
âThatâs not necessarily the case.â
Blowing over the ink of what he was writing, Marcel spoke.
âThereâs only one copy of that book in our village library, and as soon as itâs returned, thereâs already a long line of people trying to borrow it.â
âItâs that bad? Well, it must be a popular enough novel that it got made into a play even though itâs only been a few years since it got published.â
âThatâs why thereâs these droves of teenage girls who keep saying that theyâre going to be knights, and everyoneâs going crazy trying to stop them. In fact, the number of women trying to get into the Order of the Black Lion got higher when recruitments are open.â
ââŚâŚâ
Yves closed his eyes, feeling faint.
âI canât take it back because I said Iâll buy her anything, so Iâm going to buy her a sword now. Iâll have to clean up all the copies of that book right away.â
Yves looked over to Marcel.
âItâs not in the logs. Why donât we have a mana sword?â
âA mana sword is usually a personal weapon, so we didnât prepare any for storage. There arenât any new ones, but if we look carefully, we might find a few old swords.â
âAh, alright.â
Yves nodded.
Generally called just mana swords, these mana-reinforced swords were made from forging metal from the raw material and reinforcing it with a mana stone. The process to make such a sword was so meticulous that they were considered to be special swords that only blacksmiths in the northern region of Kelenocross could make.
Of course, theyâre bound to be expensive and rare.
And naturally, mana swords were used by only mage knights.
When a knight receives the seal of a mage knight to indicate their proficiency, it was a common occurrence that a mana sword was bestowed upon them by the lord of a territory or by the emperor himself.
Itâs not an item that youâd find in any old storehouse.
Marcel asked,
âWhy are you looking for a mana sword? Perhaps, maybe, you can feel mana surging within you?â
âNope.â
âThen itâs not something you need to look for. If a knight who doesnât know how to wield mana carries it around, itâs going to be a burden too heavy to bear. Itâs literally going to be like a pearl necklace on a pigâs neck, andâŚâ
âJust focus on the work youâve been doing.â
âYep.â
As Marcel buried his nose back into his pile of paperwork, Yves became lost in thought.
âShould I just pick some other sword from the armory and give it to herâŚ? No, thatâs not gonna be good enough.â
It was a ridiculous gift for a woman whoâs gotten obsessed with one romance novel, but Yves had to stay in Radisâ good graces right now.
âI have to hold onto her tightly.â
Looking back, it was a great choice for the marquis to take charge of Radis until she came of age.
If Olivier were to try and take Radis away, this was the greatest excuse to still keep Radis by his side.
However, if Olivier were to say that he likes Radis and she follows him⌠Itâs going to be difficult to stop them.
If that happens, it would look like he was trying to hold onto her for different reasons.
Just, Radis had to stay within Yvesâ grasp until Olivier had enough trust in him.
For this, Yves really had to prepare a gift that would please Radis.
âWhere can I even find a mana swordâŚ?â
* * *
That evening, Yves appeared once more in front of Radis, who was about to return to her room after she had eaten a full bowl of stew that had meat so tender it practically melted on her tongue.
âRadiiisâŚ!â
Yves called out to her, gasping for air because of how urgently he had been running.
âCome, haa, haa, with meâŚ!â
âMarquis, take your time. Iâm not going anywhere, so speak slowly.â
After catching his breath, Yves spoke.
âThe night market, want to come with me?â
âWhatâs that?â
âAn auction! Donât you want to pick your own sword?â
The moment she heard the word âswordâ, Radisâ eyes twinkled.
âIâll go!â
âOkay, then go get ready.â
Yves spoke in a heavy tone.
âUnlike a day market, itâs pretty dangerous out there.â
âReally?â
And the moment she heard that it was dangerous, Radis froze.
Sheâs had four years of hunting demonic beasts.
She didnât want to be an obstacle if they ever came to face a dangerous situation.
So without any qualms, she wore a cute dress that she didnât really want to wear, then wore a colorful hat that she didnât even really like.
On the other hand, Yves ended up wearing the usual black cloak.
Allen prepared an ordinary carriage without the marquisateâs coat of arms, and he brought a small basket as well.
With a nervous voice, Radis asked.
âIs there a weapon in there?â
Allen secretly opened the lace cover over the basket and showed whatâs inside.
âItâs a bottle of wine and a few chicken sandwiches. Thereâs also a serving of pumpkin salad. Please eat these if you get hungry.â
Full of confusion, Radis just accepted the basket and climbed into the carriage.
âDo you usually take a basket of snacks to dangerous places?â
âThis kid. What kind of danger are you expecting? Since itâs the night market, of course itâs more dangerous compared to the day market. But it is still within Larrings.â
âWhat? KidâŚâ
Radis was puzzled when he called her a kid.
It was the first time she heard herself be called that ever since she was literally a child.
She sat quietly all the way to the auction house, wondering if she made a mistake.
As Yves mentioned, the auction house seemed to be far from any danger since it was on the Larrings boulevard strip.
The night market was in an underground space beneath a two-story building, and it was really wide and clean.
The security here was also excellent.
âNow, Radis.â
Yves Russell got off the carriage first, then offered his hand to escort about fifty centimeters away.
âDonât stray far away from me.â
Radis thought he was being ridiculous.
She took off without him, carrying the basket with one hand.
âRadis, wait for me!â
ââŚâŚâ
âIsnât it heavy? Donât you want me to hold it? Give it to me.â
If a burly man like him would even carry a cute basket like this, and with a black cloak on him to top it off⌠He would look both ridiculous and suspicious.
But Yves seemed to be sure of himself.
âWhat do you think?â
âOf what?â
âMy manners.â
With how much he twisted his tongue just to say that, the word âmannersâ sounded like âmanningâ instead.
Radis almost burst into laughter right then, but she clenched her teeth and pressed down the urge.
âIf I were you, Iâd have fallen in love with me already. But it seems like youâre not?â
Far from falling in love, to Radis, Yves looked like the most suspicious person in this entire place right now.
With his black cloak, his broad and strong shoulders, yet delicate touch.
And with that cute basket in his hands, to boot.
Given that Yves looked like that, when they approached the entrance of the auction house, the security guards naturally looked apprehensive.
âWait.â
They blocked Yvesâ way.
Then, Yves raised his hand to show the ring on his finger.
There engraved was the coat of arms of the Russell Marquisate, which featured a shield with a black lion in front of it.
The guards, who saw the marquisâ seal, hesitated and backed down. But still, they eyed that cute basket suspiciously.
Radis yanked the basket from Yves and showed what was inside. When the guards saw the appetizing sandwiches, the guards leaned down and sort of licked their lips.
âLetâs go in now, come on.â
Yves also reached out for the basket again for him to carry it.
At that moment, Radis stared at his hand and wondered if she could smack it away.
âWhy are you looking so intently at my hand? Want to hold it?â
Yvesâ large hand then headed for Radisâ small hand and held it tightly.
ââŚâŚ!â
âAh, thereâs so many people here. Itâs stuffy.â
ââŚâŚ!â
âTo get rid of them. Hm⌠What do you think will happen if I said Iâll buy everything and theyâll get lost? Ah, I canât do that because itâs an auction, right? Wow, there! More people that I hate the most! Itâs a good thing I dressed like this.â
Yves continued to chatter on about this and that, but Radis couldnât hear any of it.
She was busy staring at her own hand folded in his, her eyes wide.
Yvesâ hand was big and warm.
And it was even very tender.
When his big, warm and tender hand wrapped over her hand, it felt like her knees were about to give out.
âOkay, letâs sit here!â
Yves chose two suitable seats for them and sat Radis down.
Naturally, he let go of her hand because he needed to pull out the chair for her, and it was only then that she could breathe again.
It was the first time in all her life that she held hands with someone in this way.
As she was sitting down now, she grasped the handle of the basket on her lap very tightly as though it was a lifeline.
Her face felt extremely hot.
It shouldnât mean anything, and thereâs a lot of people in this place so the marquis was only concerned about her not getting lost.
âAh, Iâm thirsty. Radis, give me some wine.â
Yvesâ low voice beside her ear made her heart drop to the ground.
Radis took out the wine and gave it to Yves.
It was fortunate that the auction house was dark.
Yves didnât seem to notice that her face had turned bright red.
âCan you give me a glass?â
Radis took out a glass as he asked for it, giving it over with a trembling hand.
âWhereâs the corkscrew?â
Radis stared at Yves.
She wasnât feeling nervous at all anymore.
âWhy do you keep asking me?â
âWell youâre the one holding the basket like that. How can I take it out myself?â
âThereâs no corkscrew.â
âThere isnât? Then how can I open it?â
âArgh, just give it to me!â
Radis grabbed the wine bottleâs neck tightly and pulled the cork.
Pop! As the cork was removed, a sudden sound echoed out.
Yves shook his head in resignation.
âYouâre really strong. You can be a general, a general I tell you!â
âHaâŚâ
No matter how much that was the first time for her, Radisâ pride was hurt by the fact that her heart fluttered for a moment because of Yves of all people. As she did a facepalm, Radis let out a deep sigh.