(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.

However, when the Plow Champion effortlessly lifted the weapon he had been dragging on the floor over his shoulder, one of the thugs suddenly began to tremble while mumbling something.

“… That's Darzen. The Plow Champion, Darzen. That guy- Even a warrior of the same rank can't win against him. Let's call your Bi- Big Brother."

“Same rank…? Shit, we're fucked. Okay, let's call my brother. Hey, you guys stay here! I'll go bring my Big Brother!"

Perhaps due to their fear of the Champion, the thugs that had been threatening us immediately ran away in a flash.

Watching them flee, the Plow Champion called Darzen lowered his weapon and sighed.

“This city has thugs everywhere you go. If you threaten them a little like this, they will run away. Is everyone okay?”

"Yes, we survived thanks to you. Please accept our gratitude."

When I tried to give him a reward, the Champion waved his hands.

“The role of Champions is to help the people. There is no need for this."

“…….”

“More than that, I know those guys. They are the noisy Black Robe. Let’s move quickly before they bring their ‘Big Brother’ over.”

There was a hiding place I had been keeping nearby. The Plow Champion also seemed to be guiding us somewhere in the same direction.

It was generally wise to avoid a bigger commotion before it could occur.

Since his destination aligned with mine, I decided to accompany him. After a while, he spoke to me.

“You didn’t abandon the young lady and run away. Usually, servants would flee in such situations. I am guessing that she is a high-ranking noble? A Baron? A Viscount's daughter?"

“That is a secret.”

“I see. However, you have made a mistake. If you and your lady didn't bring an escort in the dead of the night like this, you would certainly get tangled up in trouble."

It was embarrassing, but it was true.

I was expecting something like this to happen.

But Aira had strongly insisted on going out alone without any escort and she couldn't be dissuaded.

Her stubbornness was getting stronger these days…

As I was thinking about a way to deal with Aira's stubbornness, Darzen suddenly asked.

“So, is it true that you are a Half-Nymph?”

"Pardon?"

“Well, I heard it at the bar earlier, when you were talking about Half-Nymphs. It seemed like those thugs were following you, so I came along too.”

"Ah-"

I had also just heard that I was a Half-Nymph for the first time today, so there was no way I could explain it.

Even in the original novel, Half-Nymphs were only mentioned a few times. There was nothing to go off of.

While I was contemplating on how to reply, Darzen added a few more words.

“I heard that Half-Nymphs are mostly female. Males are very rare. Of course, even if there was a male Half-Nymph, they say that it would not be ‘functional'. But… Is that true?”

“Oh, I'm just asking out of curiosity…” Darzen mumbled, as if he didn't care much. Though I had a hard time understanding his question.

“What do you mean by, ‘is it true that it would not be functional’?”

“You know, like a mule. Mules are infertile from birth, since they were born from the mating between a donkey and a horse. A sad misery of a mixed race created by Human’s selfishness. Maybe… you too? Are you an eunuch?”

No, would you just ask people if they were an eunuch?

Why were you asking me this? You rude bastard!

I thought that by being a Champion, you would have some tact, but it seemed that you were not any better than other people.

At that moment, Aira slowly opened her eyes.

“You low-level hypocrite, don’t speak ill of Tae-oh!”