leonardwarren Chapter 59 - Aina and Claire's Confrontation (2)
Chapter 59 - Aina and Claire's Confrontation (2)
[Translator - Peptobismol]
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Chapter 59 - Aina and Claire's Confrontation (2)
“Tell me. Where exactly is Lee Han?”
Without realising it, Aina had taken a few steps forward.
Lee Han.
How much effort had she put into trying to find him up until now?
Not only the soldiers but even the knights had been mobilised for the
“But how are you going to stop it? There doesn’t seem to be a way.”
That wasn’t something Lloyd needed to worry about.
Because—
—Swoosh.
Asmael, who had been talking with the priest, glanced over at Lloyd.
He tilted his eyes slightly downward, as if signalling for Lloyd to come over.
They weren’t close, nor would they ever be, but Lloyd understood the meaning behind Asmael’s gesture.
He nodded, and Asmael cleared his throat with a cough.
Then he began walking toward Lloyd.
“We sincerely apologise for the inconvenience caused by our misunderstanding.”
Asmael bowed his head deeply.
Lloyd, the type to seize such moments, immediately put on an exaggerated expression of displeasure.
“Seriously, you all need to do better next time. Okay?”
“I will make sure this never happens again.”
“Just saying you’ll be careful isn’t enough. What kind of compensation are you going to offer after trying to bury me alive? How are you going to make up for this?”
Even the passing priests stopped in their tracks, stunned by Lloyd’s shamelessness. Lloyd’s previous life working part-time had endowed him with the soul of a true troublemaker. Asmael, looking slightly troubled, asked in return.
“Uh… What kind of compensation would you like?”
“Well, you see, we’ve come all the way from the Britannia Empire to visit the Holy Office.”
“…I see.”
“But because we got detained, we lost our lodging reservations and now we’re in quite a bind.”
“I understand.”
“We’ve been saving up for this trip for years. Look at that man’s tanned skin! He’s a devout follower of Deus who worked his farm for decades just to afford this pilgrimage.”
The village chief’s eyes darted around in embarrassment.
Acting really wasn’t his strong suit.
“We didn’t walk all the way to the Holy Office just to get detained. Don’t you think this is something worth making a fuss about?”
Asmael performed an impressive act of wiping sweat from his brow.
“Then how about this?”
“What?”
“You may stay here, at the Holy Office.”
The priest next to him gasped in surprise.
“Sir Asmael!”
“But there’s no other choice. After all, they’ve worked so hard to make it here. Sending them away without providing shelter or food would go against Deus’s teachings. Surely you know that, priest.”
“But the law—”
“How about this? I will take responsibility for inviting them.”
The guard priest scratched his head awkwardly.
Then, the village chief chimed in.
“Oh, how tragic! Twenty… no, was it thirty? Thirty years of nothing but farming to make this trip.”
His terrible acting skills aside, the priest couldn’t ignore the chief’s booming voice. In defeat, the guard nodded.
“I-I understand. You may enter. And as for the one responsible for granting permission…”
“Put my name down.”
And so, even Lloyd managed to enter the Holy Office headquarters.
[Translator - Peptobismol]
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