Vol 1 Chapter 3 (1/2)

Chapter 3: Light and Shadow Part 3 – translated by Azakura

Red Cloak stared blankly. The Ballad of the Warrior Queen that he had just heard was not the same as the one he had heard before. The bard’s att.i.tude was also very strange. Although he had kept his head bowed the whole time and hadn’t looked at Red Cloak at all, the constant questions raised by the song seemed almost as if they were being asked of him.

Red Cloak darted a glance at the bard and pa.s.sed judgment. “This song sounds awful. If you choose to sing this piece today, don’t blame me when you get hit by someone.”

“Is that so?” The bard rubbed his nose and spoke rather innocently, “But LL told me that I have to ask such questions every time I arrive somewhere new! If the Warrior Queen happens to hear me by some stroke of luck and is willing to give me an answer, LL said that he would exchange the harp that he always carries with him for that answer and also relieve me of his decree that I must always sing the Ballad of the Warrior Queen for at least three days every time I arrive at a new location.”

When he finished speaking, the bard looked towards Red Cloak and asked, “What do you think? Why did the Warrior Queen want to leave? Is it because the Holy King did not love her, so staying with a lover that did not even love her was far too painful to bear? Or did the Holy King force her to leave? Or maybe it’s because the Holy Queen deliberately made things difficult…”

Red Cloak interrupted the bard’s endless delusions and said in a displeased manner, “Traveling bards! You people are simply over-thinking the matter. For all you might know, the Warrior Queen could have just felt that the days pa.s.sing by were too boring and left of her own accord.”

He hadn’t expected that Red Cloak would actually answer his questions. The bard mustered his courage and pressed further. “If the reason why she left was really as you said, that it was because her life was too boring, then what exactly was she looking at then?

Red Cloak coldly replied, “How should I know?”

The bard gave an “oh” and felt quite disappointed, but he dared not ask Red Cloak another question.

The two travelers walked in silence for a while. Suddenly, Red Cloak began to speak. “It may be possible that she was looking at the warrior and cleric, her former companions, but her mind was recalling the memories of the pain and suffering from the war. And then she realized that the happy ending she had envisioned actually turned out to be quite boring.”

As the bard listened to Red Cloak’s opinion, he was initially surprised, but as he carefully thought over what Red Cloak had said, he could not help but proclaim:

“Some people are born suited for never-ending fights! The happiness of which you speak is not obtained at the end of the war, but from the process of every single battle fought.”

Upon hearing this, Red Cloak looked the bard in the eye and remained silent.

The bard stopped in his tracks and began to chuckle. Red Cloak also stopped and questioned him coldly, “What are you laughing at?”

The bard let out a huge smile and said, “I guess I don’t need to sing the Ballad of the Warrior Queen anymore. Are you willing to go with me to see him?”

“Who?”

The bard said in a matter-of-fact tone, “Of course, that would be Lorenzo Louis. He’s my teacher and also the person that you nicknamed ‘LL’…”

“It’s you again! To think you would dare remain in this town. Hadn’t I told you to get lost yesterday?!”

The bard was stunned. He turned around to see the same patrol team from the day before. The captain of the patrol, who was more than a head taller than the average person, was staring fiercely at the bard. He had also brought along five of his team members, and they were walking straight towards the bard.

As they came closer, the patrol captain got a much clearer picture of the bard’s face. He abruptly realized that the injury on the bard’s face was already close to being completely healed.

Were we not ruthless enough yesterday? He felt a bit doubtful.

Just my luck… I can’t believe we b.u.mped into the patrol before we even reached a tavern. The bard came to a better understanding of just how terrible his luck could be.

Now, however, is not the same as last time! Red Cloak is with me. n.o.body would dare lay a single hand on me! Yeah… If I look at it this way, I guess my luck isn’t that terrible after all! Following that thought, the bard once again faced his life with br.i.m.m.i.n.g optimism.

“Tch.” The patrol captain paused for a moment and then turned to shout at his team. “Seize this delusional b.a.s.t.a.r.d and bring him in. We’re on our way back to report our mission anyway.”

After receiving the order, two members from the team immediately surged forward and effortlessly grabbed a hold of the bard.

In reality, the bard, who did not even have the strength to truss up a raw chicken,1 did not resist at all. He looked at Red Cloak with wide eyes, eagerly antic.i.p.ating what kind of attack the latter would use first. A fist to send two people flying simultaneously? Or will it be cooler to give them a kick?

As it was too difficult to overlook the fervent gaze of the bard, the patrol captain finally took notice of Red Cloak’s presence. He coldly asked, “Are you his companion?”

“Nope, I don’t know him,” Red Cloak replied indifferently.

Or maybe it’ll be a direct strike with her blade to hack them in two! LL said before that her temper has always been rather short… Hold on! What did Red Cloak just say?! The look the bard had on his face changed instantly.

“A sensible guy, aren’t you! Take this man away.” The patrol captain laid out his orders, and the two patrol members immediately dragged the bard away.

While being dragged away, the bard frantically turned back to shout, “Hold on a second! Red Cloak! Why aren’t you rescuing me?”

But he only managed to catch a short glimpse of a red-colored cloak as his head was forcefully wrenched back in place by the two who were restraining his movements. That almost sprained his neck and hurt so badly that every part of his face scrunched up in agony.

At this point, the patrol captain was filled with suspicion. He looked up and down at Red Cloak and bluntly commanded, “Remove your hood at once!”