(EP-10.2) Flower Aira #10
010 – Evil Flower Aira #10
Actually, they were half right.
The only problem was that Aira was a Queen instead of a mere noble.
I did hear that there were people who specifically targeted nobles and made money by holding them for ransom.
I supposed these guys were trying to do just that.
Among the various newspapers and agendas I had read recently, such news was being reported.
Ahh, what was that group’s name? It seemed to be ‘Black Robe’.
It would be interesting if these guys were actually the infamous bunch.
Well, that would be a dead end anyway. After all, the information that could be obtained from the bottom dwellers was not very valuable.
Anyways, I should get away before Aira woke up and destroyed everything.
“Hihi- Nope, you can’t go!”
“Yup, you can’t!”
Alas, the men had cleverly blocked both the front and back of the alleys. It seemed that they really were professionals and what they had said was not just empty words. They did their jobs fairly well.
In order to get away, I might have to factor in armed conflict. But to be honest, I was not very good at fighting.
"Hehe- You servant, slave or whatever... Just leave the girl. We will spare you.”
“No, even better. If you obey, you can have fun with us. You haven’t had a fling with the noble lady, right? You will like it!”
Perhaps upon seeing my hesitation, the men asked me to leave Aira behind.
Giving up on Aira would save my life.
Suddenly, a problem that had been bothering me for a long time surfaced in my mind.
Between Aira and myself. If I were put in a situation where I had to decide between the two, what would I choose?
Like in this situation. If there ever came a time where I could save my life by selling out Aira, would I do it?
"Eumm...... Tae-oh, it’s noisy.”
Aira, who was being supported by me, gradually woke up.
I felt my scalp prickle as my hair stood on end.
If Aira saw what was happening, they would die.
Then, Aira might go crazy from the taste of murder and become the Mad Queen Aira.
So, should I just do it? I was seriously considering whether I should reveal my identity or not.
“Hey, you there! Are you trying to harass the Lady and her poor servant?”
At this time, someone suddenly appeared from the dark alley with a rumbling sound.
It was a very skinny man, but his height and thick beard made him look like a broomstick.
He was also holding a farming plow rather than a distinctive weapon...
Ah-
That reminded me.
It was the Plow Champion!
“Who are you?”
"A plow?"
With the appearance of the champion, the thugs’ attention turned to him.
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