The Return of the Female Knight

CHAPTER 42

The food brought by the restaurant staff was the best it had to offer. From appetizers to main dishes, everything bestows the senses beautifully. The variety of food is so remarkable that some meats and seafood are completely unknown to him.

Elena tasted everything, but she ate carefully so as not to show the contents of her mouth as she chewed. Carlisle meticulously watched her as she ate.

"You look beautiful when you eat too. ”

"… Eub. ”

Elena choked on her mouth. He quickly took his glass and drank from it, calming his stomach.

"I appreciate what you're saying, but .. It's uncomfortable if you keep looking at me like that. ”

"My eyes can only look at you, so where else should I look?"

Elena could find nothing to say. A person would naturally look towards the person they were eating, but it was normal to turn a blind eye after hearing this. He never expected the answer, let alone the one who said it boldly.

Instead of saying anything, he faced Carlisle staring straight at him. Maybe it's time to start the conversation. Dinner is coming to an end, and now is the time to get answers.

"Did you remember when you said you were going to answer my question last time?"

"…H . ”

He didn't know if he really knew or if he was pretending. He would not be tempted by his vague answer, so he decided to face it head-on.

"You think we've met before. You said you'd tell me about it when we met again, so tell me now. ”

He held his gaze without blinking, and Carlisle could not help but smile.

“Well, I have to keep my promise. ”

He muttered reluctantly as he put down the fork he was holding.

"When I was thirteen, I saw you in the palace. ”

"…Stana?"

He returned his mind. He rarely traveled from Blaise castle in the southern region to the distant capital, although one of his favorite memories from a young age went to the capital to visit the palace. However, there was no sign of Carlisle in those few memories.

Elena was silent for a moment, then spoke to Carlisle in surprise.

"…That's it?"

"Then what do you want me to say?"

Elena was at a loss for words. It made no sense that he would be so generous to her because of the chance encounter. He wondered if he had actually met her in a vague and forgotten memory. It makes no sense to have this kind of relationship after meeting each other at the age of thirteen.

Tonight, Carlisle had already bought a private box at an opera and rented the entire restaurant for a private dinner. He had also given her a highly skilled subordinate, Kuhn, and ordered her to obey every command of Elena.

No matter how much she thought about it, this was not a simple help for a marriage contract couple.

Elena needs him to explain.

"Did we really meet when we were thirteen?"

"Yes . ”

"So, the day I remember is the reality of the second time we met?"

"Yes . The day you saved my life. ”

He was so stunned that he almost accidentally knocked on the table. None of the questions were solved. Why is Carlisle so nice to her?

He stopped trying to guess the answer to his question. There's only one way to know for sure. He had to ask Carlisle himself.

"Please answer . Why are you so generous to me? "

Carlisle wasn't just dealing with someone who signed a marriage contract with him. At first he wanted to see what he was going to do, but as time went on he grew curious.

"We've met once when we were thirteen, so it doesn't make sense to treat me the way you do. ”

"No more clues. ”

"But…!"

“You should think about the rest yourself. Otherwise, there is too much damage for me. ”

The damage? Wh-wh-what for?

Elena's eyes were filled with questions. Carlisle replied with a respectful tone.

“The first time I met you was the most memorable moment of my life. I wish I could go back there. ”

Elena felt as if her head was hit. Why does Carlisle have such a powerful memory? One thing is for sure – no matter what kind of meeting it was, it was still etched clearly in Carlisle's mind.

He had a lot of questions, but he bit his lip and held it. He didn't think he would tell me more if he asked.

Thirteen years, in the palace.

There were no other clues, so he really had to figure it out for himself.

"…Good . I'll find out the rest as directed. ”

"I'm looking forward to it. “

Carlisle smiled satisfied at his answer. When the meal seemed to be over, the waiter rushed over and began to clean the dishes from the table. Then the waiter put some delicious-looking desserts in front of them.

He stared at the dessert, recalling the conversation he had just had with Carlisle.

"Didn't you have another question for me?"

"…?"

“Gaun party. Don't you need them? "

"Oh. Do you happen to know a clothing store where I can get it? "

He had been lost in thought until Carlisle cut him off. Elena looked at him expectantly, and Carlisle replied, the corner of her mouth raised.

“No, I don't think there are any clothing stores available in the capital at the moment. They are so full of orders that you are unlikely to get a dress made even if I force it. ”

"…I saw . ”

Elena's mind was worried again. He would find another way, but even Carlisle said the task would be difficult. A bitterness welled up in her throat as she recalled Mirabelle's disappointment. In the worst case, he would be forced to leave his official meeting with Carlisle.

"If you don't mind, there's one way. ”

"What's that?"

“Search for dresses that have been made. Something a little different than your size, so it won't be too difficult to make changes. ”

He's right . It is not easy to find someone to make changes, but it is not as difficult as making a completely new dress. And if there's no availability, Blaise's waiter can do it himself. Last time, Elena wore a dress made under Mirabelle's leadership for a tea party.

Even if changing the dress is not too difficult, getting the dress to be changed is the first. Most royals prefer specially designed clothes over pre-made ones. Even the sample hung on the doll could not be bought as a new product.

Premade or pre-worn dresses can be taken at a low to moderate price, but a good quality one is likely already taken by poor nobles, even if the dress has been worn a hundred times.

Royal ball. He could not wear anything lower. Time was very short, and finding a dress that would not be embarrassing for House Blaise was a difficult task.

"I'm sure you know this, but it won't be easy to get a dress already made, either. “

"You don't have to worry about that. I'll get it for you. ”

"…really?"

Elena's eyes widened. Come to think of it, Carlisle said he obtained jewelry and clothing as spoils of war. He thought they were different from something to be worn on a ball.

Carlisle noticed Elena's uncertainty and continued.

“I don't like other people seeing you, but I don't mean to disappoint women. ”

Elena was speechless, not knowing how to respond when she called her “my woman. "But despite the sentiment, the advice sounds reassuring. So far, Carlisle has never broken his words and believes that he has not let him down. He had no other choice, so Elena nodded.

Carlisle immediately replied, as if he was anticipating his response.

“There is a condition. ”

"…Conditions?"

"Whatever I send, you can't say anything to him. ”

He was uncomfortable with this unclear condition, but was not in a position to refuse. She didn't care what the dress was for the dance. As long as he had, he could execute his plan and Mirabelle would not be disappointed. After pondering for a moment, Elena nodded.

"Good . No matter what type of dress you send me, I will not protest. If I don't think it's suitable for the ball, then I might not wear it. ”

“I don't mind. Then I will send someone to your residence as soon as possible. ”

"Thank you . ”

He did not know what he was going to send, but he was still relieved.

Elena tasted the ice cream served with a more relaxed expression on her face.

Dulkung–

The guard, who briefly entered the restaurant upon Carlisle's earlier call, reappeared. Carlisle's brows furrowed slightly due to his sudden appearance, but spoke in a relaxed voice.

"I told you not to interrupt. What the hell is going on?"

The man quickly walked out of the door. He then bowed slightly to Carlisle, speaking in a whisper.

“Kuhn handles one mouse, but he misses the other. ”

It was at that moment that an angry and frightening expression flashed across Carlisle's face. In an instant, the atmosphere darkened and even Elena could not help but retreat. If this was what he felt from a distance, the man reporting directly to Carlisle would have experienced the full power of his aura. He felt a cold sweat that threatened to drip down his tensed face.

Carlisle seemed to realize Elena was sitting in front of him and quickly wiped out the bloodthirsty atmosphere.

"… Who did you miss?"

"We caught a rat sent by the Marquis, but what we lost is still unclear."

"There's casualties?"

“He seems to have quite a great skill. I lost everyone who was chasing him. "

Carlisle's temple looked tense. A brief silence ensued, then he responded calmly.

"I saw."

"I'm going to go."

He bowed deeply to Carlisle and left the restaurant again.

In her previous life, Elena would take on the role of guarding the area, but now her position had changed. He turned to Carlisle with a worried look on his face.

"Is something wrong?"

“There's nothing you need to worry about. I'm .. I'm just a little bit jumpy. "

"…Why?"

"I'm afraid someone will touch you. If you get hurt and I can't get you, I'll go crazy. "

Although his voice was calm, there were scary words. Elena froze in embarrassment for a moment, but then quickly smiled seeing her ridiculous worry.

"What do you think of me?"

"…?"

"You must have forgotten how we met."

He took his dessert fork. He twisted it in the air a few times, then suddenly threw it to the right.

Shhhg–

It flew in the air.

Tungs!

Fork hit the middle of the arrow board. He didn't even take the time to aim or throw properly. Carlisle's blue eyes widened looking at the sudden skill.

"You can't get our position wrong."

Elena pointed her finger at herself.

"I'm protecting you."

Elena's hand then politely spread to Carlisle.

"You're the one who's protected."

Elena continued, staring straight at Carlisle's surprised expression.

"Who do you think sits in front of you, Caril?"

He shouldn't be wrong. The reason why Elena was sitting here voluntarily in a beautiful dress was to become closer to Carlisle than anyone else. The final goal of their marriage was to protect the Blaise family, and for that, he would protect Carlisle from getting hurt or killed. He was supposed to be dead, but he saved his life.

"Don't forget. The sharpest sword you can have is me. ”

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"Haaa, shit …"

A man with a mask on his face sunk to the ground, a low burst of curses. Blood dripped from the wound on his side, but he had paid back his attacker and massacred them all. He threw away the heavy mask on his face when he saw that there was no one nearby.

It was Batori. He had been watching Elena ever since their meeting at the jewelry store in the south. His ring was similar to the one he needed to find.

"If the crown prince had died, then there would be no need for this mission …"

Batori hissed and covered the injured side with one hand. He needed treatment because he had lost a lot of blood.

"… But no matter how much I think about it, it smells suspicious."

He had hunted dozens of similar blue beads so far. Some are earrings, some necklaces, and some are even beads of toys that children play with. He tracked them all down, but in the end, they were not the ones he was looking for. He wasn't even sure if it was real.

This time …

Suddenly a few men appeared and tried to kill him. This was the first time he had encountered such an enemy.

"Elena Blaise."

Batori remembered Elena's beautiful, doll-like face. He had a strange feeling that if he tried to get close, he would catch him. He didn't think it was possible for the young lady to notice him, but he trusted his instinct to keep his distance. It has saved his life many times so far.

Currently Batori is on a mission given by Paveluc, who controls the Duchy of Lunen. Simple command.

"Find a dragon magic ball that looks like an ordinary bead."

Batori was stunned when she was assigned a mission. The dragon ball was a mythical object that could only come from the legend of the founder of the empire, who was said to have dragon blood. What's more, the ball was small, smaller than a fingernail. It was very different from what he had imagined.

Surprisingly, the woman's search was when Carlisle was alive. Batori did not know the reason for his mission, but he had no reason to refuse to consider the generous compensation he would receive.

And now he has his first real clue to his mission, which is so far as futile as wandering through empty fog. The ring that the young lady wore .. that was her gift.

"… I need to talk to her again."

He has to report what happened here. Batori tore off her coat and wrapped it around her side, then stood up and walked down the street again. This is not the time to be quiet. Those who pursued the scent of his blood were extremely persistent.

TN: The Yeouijiu/Dragon's Orb is a jewel/ball in eastern culture that is said to bring omnipotence and power and grant one's wishes. Quite often you will see the eastern dragon depicted carrying such a ball.