Cadel didnāt even know how many hours had passed.
āI finally broke freeā¦ā¦.ā
By the time he made it out of the praise prison with his damaged conscience, the sun was already setting outside.
āCommander, are you tired? Sorry. I canāt bear to throw injured peopleā¦ā¦.ā
āDonāt throw even non-injured peopleā¦ā¦.ā
But they keep putting their hands on Commander. Vanās mutterings were muffled. He looked downcast as if he thought it was his fault that Cadel was suffering. Well, Cadel couldnāt say he was not to blame at all.
With a small sigh, Cadel patted Vanās head lightly.
āDonāt let it get to you. It sucks to be praised for something I didnāt do, but itās better than being criticized.ā
āThereās no one in the world who can disrespect Commander, and if someone dares to try such a blasphemous thing, Iāll take care of it all.ā
āWhat are you taking care ofā¦ā¦. Forget it, Iām just here to talk to you.ā
Withdrawing his hand, Cadel outlined what was to come. Anticipation flashed across Vanās face as he listened to the plan.
āThis is my first time going to the Principality of Mystic.ā
āIām sure itās the same for everyone. Since we have to go to the āBloody Desertā in the Principality of Mystic, I plan to stay nearby and wait for my mana to return while preparing for the adventure. I donāt know when Iāll regain my power, so the stay may be long.ā
āDoes not matter. Wherever I go, all I need is Commander.ā
Van was always like this. He was sweet to the point of being overbearing, and he always secretly gave him a smile that was invisible to others. He often felt a tickle in his stomach whenever he realized how much favoritism was focused on him. Cadel said, slightly glancing at Vanās dazzling smile.
āBy the way, are you going to sleep outside again tonight?ā
āPardon? Ahā¦ā¦ Yes. I think so.ā
āā¦ā¦All right, then. Iāll pay you for the night. Find a nice inn and sleep. Donāt make yourself sick.ā
Cadel was about to reach for the pouch of money when Vanās hand stopped him. Tilting his head at an angle, Van bent at the waist, carefully studying Cadelās expression.
āBy any chance, did anything bad happen at the palace?ā
āWhat could go wrong.ā
āIt looks like there is.ā
It couldnāt have been obvious. He was trying so hard not to show his emotions the whole time he was walking around.
His clutched money pouch wrinkled. The worried glance at his complexion triggered a memory heād been trying to forget.
āIf Lydon gets his skills back, you wonāt need my help anymore. Soā¦ā¦ when that time comes, Iām leaving the mercenary corps.ā
It was Lumenās decision. Even if Van knew, it wouldnāt make a difference, and Cadel didnāt want to bother him with it. He wasnāt going to tell him. However.
āCan we sleep in the palace tonight?ā
The urge to test Vanās loyalty was almost pathetic. He wanted to feel trust, to feel the connection he had felt with Van, to know that he wasnāt alone this time.
Even if itās the den of the nobles he hates to death, would he be willing to join me if I wanted to? Isnāt it a lie to say that itās good wherever I am?
It was an incredibly childish and poorly thought-out test. Van had already proven his loyalty to the point of exhaustion. He didnāt think there was anything to prove here. Fully aware of that, he thought, what more could he ask for?
Cadel shuddered at his own foolishness in waiting for an answer.
āā¦ā¦Of course, Iāll go if Commander wants me to, but are you sure nothing happened? Did anyone say anything? Did they ignore you because youāre a mercenary?ā
Cadel bit his lip impatiently. To think he was so naively concerned for him, unaware that he had walked into a trap of his own making.
āWho ignores me? Everyone has that much conscience. Itās really okay, nothingās going on.ā
āYeah. And you, just sleep at the inn.ā
āWhat? Why all of a suddenā¦ā¦.ā
āCome to think of it, I think it would be better to sleep at the inn. Iām going now, so donāt follow me.ā
āI have to go get mana infused by Lydon. Get some rest, and Iāll see you later.ā
The flip-flopping order should have been ridiculous, but Van didnāt press him further. After a momentās hesitation, Van nodded meekly.
āIāll do what Commander wants me to do, soā¦ā¦ If youāre having a hard time, donāt hide it, you have to tell me.ā
Van was a man who needed no testing. Even if his favors were for the shell and not for himself, the sincerity of the offer was not to be doubted.
The corners of his mouth tugged upward, and Cadel turned away with a wave.
Rumors abounded that the āScarlet Scales Mercenaryā had slain a demon that threatened the nation, but few knew who they were or what their individual characteristics were.
There were rumors that Lumen Dominic of the Kingdom of Mainue was one of the members, but they were usually dismissed as rumors.
It was all Cadelās intention. He was extremely reluctant to expose the mercenary corps, and he refused to go to public places, let alone parties he was invited to. It was because, in many ways, it would have been better to leave only the name of the āScarlet Scales Mercenaryā engraved in the world before entering the story of the Osma Empire.
āI donāt want to be seen by a citizen of the Empire before the Mercenary has even been promoted to a Knight Order.ā
Before the Emperor could catch and kill the bloodline of the traitor family, he had to create a āreason not to killā. This would resolve itself as the story progressed, but until then, letās try to hide his identity as much as possible.
For that reason, after bidding farewell to King Danila and the villagers of Baskin, Cadel found a trade ship bound for the āPrincipality of Mysticā with minimal farewells.
āTake care of yourself, Sir Modeleine. I look forward to seeing you again.ā
Before boarding the ship, Cadel exchanged a few words with Modeleine, who had come to see off the mercenaries, and smiled wryly as he rubbed at his dark circles, which were lighter than they had been at first.
āOur Commander sincerely wished to see Sir Cadel off. Itās just that heās not feeling wellā¦ā¦.ā
āThatās okay, if itās a farewell, he has done that before.ā
Cadel was sure Garuel was drinking somewhere again. He didnāt expect Garuel to come to see him off.
āWeāll see each other later anyway.ā
Cadel comforted Modeleine, who was embarrassed and curled up in a ball in place of his debauched commander, and looked down at Finnett standing next to him. The childās face was wistful as if he had grown fond of him. Perhaps it was because Cadel had been so sweet to him the past few days, sneaking him delicious treats from the royal court.
āBrother Cadel, you really have to come over later, okay?ā
His eyes were pleading. Cadelās cheeks twitched slightly at the innocent request.
Due to development, there was no way he would return to the White Kingdom. āCadel Lytosā never looked back, and his tracks always headed for places he had never trod before.
Therefore, he, whose goal was to see the end of the story, would never visit the White Kingdom again. Once he accomplished his goal, he would return to the original world.
āā¦ā¦Sure. Iāll be back. In the meantime, eat well and be brave.ā
But he didnāt want to dash Finnettās hopes by telling him the truth. Cadel feigned affection and made false promises.
Finnett, to his credit, didnāt shed a tear. He just nodded frantically with a face that looked like it was about to burst. Cadel stroked the childās tiny head affectionately, then straightened his bent back.
Even if it was a short-lived relationship, parting was always regrettable. Especially if you never saw the other person again.
As Cadel stumbled over his steps, he heard Vanās voice behind him.
āCommander! They say theyāre leaving soon. Please come up slowly.ā
āā¦ā¦Yes. Iām on my way.ā
Van and Lumen stared down at him from the deck. When Lumen made eye contact with Cadel, he turned and disappeared into the bowels of the ship. His demeanor was still blatant.
āā¦ā¦Is it necessary to avoid me so openly?ā
They agreed to act together until they broke Lydonās seal anyway.
It was awkward to feel so low. Cadel forced a bright smile and gave a final goodbye to Modeleine and Finnett, then climbed aboard the merchant ship.