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Stark sat downstairs in the inn, spacing out.
His gaze occasionally flickered towards the stairs.
Fern had gone up quite a while ago.
But she still hadn't come down.
Had Frieren refused the temptation of dessert?
Stark stroked his chin, deep in thought.
Just at this moment.
Accompanied by the sound of "ding-a-ling" bells.
A luxuriously decorated noble carriage suddenly stopped at the inn's entrance.
"Hmm?"
"Do noble sirs also stay in inns?"
Stark's gaze turned towards the carriage.
Looking like he was watching a show.
He quietly watched a man who looked like a butler get out of the carriage.
And walk towards the inn.
"Could it be the noble sir's butler is staying at the inn?"
Stark continued to guess.
After all, he was truly too bored.
Even the slightest movement could attract his attention.
However, what he never expected was.
The well-dressed noble butler walked directly up to him with a smile.
And greeted him politely.
"Excuse me, are you Mr. Stark?"
"Ah, me?"
Stark pointed to himself.
With a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"Yes, it's me."
"Excuse me, has something happened?"
Stark looked at the butler suspiciously.
He frantically recalled everything he had done since entering the city.
Thinking if he had broken any laws, or offended a noble sir somewhere.
Causing someone to suddenly come looking for him.
But after thinking for a long time.
All that was in Stark's mind was when he bought supplies with Fern.
Fern's gentle face and elegant smile...
There were absolutely no other memories...
Stark felt like crying but had no tears.
It seemed he didn't notice Stark's mental activity.
Or perhaps he didn't care even if he noticed.
The butler smiled slightly and spoke.
"Then Miss Frieren must also be here, right?"
So he was here to find Frieren.
Stark breathed a sigh of relief.
He was just about to say Frieren was upstairs.
But he suddenly looked at the man warily.
"Why are you looking for Mistress Frieren?"
Stark watched the man warily.
He knew how rude the nobles of the Northern Lands could be.
They would threaten to behead you at the slightest disrespect.
This made him very uneasy.
"Well..." The butler looked at Stark's nervous appearance.
Couldn't help but be amused.
"Actually, it's our Count Graf looking for Frieren."
"As for what exactly it is..." The butler paused slightly.
"Only the Count himself would know that."
"Step—step—"
Footsteps came from the stairs.
It was Frieren and Fern coming down.
However, the moment Frieren saw the butler, she turned to run back upstairs.
"Mistress Frieren..." Fern gently pulled back Frieren, who wanted to escape.
And asked curiously.
"What exactly are you hiding from us?"
Fern looked at the noble butler.
Then looked at Frieren beside her, who had a look of despair on her face, and frowned.
"Actually, it's nothing."
＜(´･_･`)＞
Frieren looked dejected.
She sighed.
And explained.
"It's just because the nobles here are very troublesome..."
"Frieren, you are indeed here!"
Hearing the sound from the stairs.
The butler immediately looked in Frieren's direction.
Exclaiming in surprise.
And taking two steps as one.
Quickly came to Frieren's side.
"Mhm..." Frieren replied coldly.
It seemed.
She had no intention of paying attention to the butler at all.
However, despite this, the butler still enthusiastically extended an invitation to Frieren.
"Frieren..."
"After the Lord found out you arrived..."
"He hopes to invite you to dinner."
The butler's hand, wearing a white glove, gently placed on his chest.
Performing standard noble etiquette.
Even though it was like putting a warm face on Frieren's cold shoulder.
He still maintained his enthusiasm, with a proper smile on his face.
Thanking the former Hero's party...
Frieren's words of refusal stopped at her lips.
After blinking slightly.
Frieren nodded gently, resignedly.
"Please."
Seeing this, the butler made a 'please' gesture.
And led the three towards the carriage.
"Speaking of which, how do you know me?"
Stark rubbed his head, deciding to ask the butler properly.
Otherwise, he might not be able to sleep.
"Ah, that..." The butler, who was about to get into the front of the carriage, smiled slightly.
"Frieren, the Mage of the Hero's party that defeated the Demon King in the past..."
"Now, she has gathered companions and is preparing to conquer the Demon King's Army that has returned with renewed vigor..."
Saying this, the butler got into the carriage and turned his head to look at Stark again.
"The Red-haired Warrior who slayed the dragon, is one of her companions."
"This is the title people have given you."
The Warrior who slayed the dragon...
Having gotten into the carriage, Stark's eyes gazed at the fist he was gently clenching.
He muttered to himself.
But then fell silent.
"Clop—clop—"
"Clop—clop—"
The carriage slowly started moving.
Towards the highest point within the territory.
Running towards a castle built on a hillside.
By the time the few people arrived, the already late sky had completely darkened.
Just as the butler had said.
It was also just in time for dinner.
"Please enjoy."
After placing a table full of delicious food in front of everyone.
The butler stood straight behind a man with green slanted bangs.
And wearing green noble clothes.
"How is it? Is it to your liking?"
Count Graf asked with a smile.
Frieren, after reluctantly expressing her thanks, stated.
If he had anything to say, there was no need to be polite.
This was the first time Fern had seen Frieren consistently show resistance.
She couldn't help but prick up her ears and listen carefully to their conversation.
"Since that's the case..." Count Graf put down his knife and fork.
After elegantly wiping the corners of his mouth with the napkin beside the dining table.
He glanced at the butler behind him.
And called out with a slight smile.
"Aier..." "Yes, Count."
The butler nodded gently.
Took a step forward.
Came to the dining table and spoke to Frieren.
"Actually, the Count invited you here because he has something to ask of you..."
"Frieren, do you still remember the precious sword that the previous Count asked you to retrieve fifty years ago?"
"It was stolen again?"
Frieren frowned slightly.
This was why she didn't want to stay here for long.
Looking for lost things and such.
Is the most troublesome...
"Please."
The young Count Graf said with a helpless bitter smile.
Seeing this, Frieren naturally agreed.
However.
"Please use a Grimoire as my reward."
...
Because it was already late.
At the Count's strong invitation.
The few people temporarily stayed in the castle.
And would only start searching for the precious sword tomorrow.
On the bed.
Fern looked at Frieren quietly reading a Grimoire under the light and couldn't help but ask.
"Mistress Frieren..."
"I can see that you were clearly not very willing to agree to Count Graf's request..." Was she seen through?
Perhaps.
Frieren gently closed the Grimoire.
Her gaze seemed to carry a hint of nostalgia.
"Because I thought..."
"If it were Himmel, he would definitely do this, wouldn't he?"
"Furthermore..." Frieren smiled slightly, her lips curling up.
She said.
"Didn't your Yulian also teach you?"
"Helping those in need is also what we adventurers should do."
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