Chapter 6 (1/2)

Chapter 6

Chapter 6: A dream come true

Synopsis: I think Fruys really is a great dragon

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We became the largest power in the northeastern region of Finanse after the annexation of Lord Kaller’s territory. The other large states eyed us like a tiger watching its prey, and many of the small and medium-sized fiefs came to pledge allegiance to us.

Singing songs of victory the entire way, we rarely suffered any defeats thanks to Fruys’s help. The troops and officers were all in high spirits, and they couldn’t hide their complacency that arose from our stream of triumphs. Andy and I saw all this and couldn’t help but feel worried.

Once again, we won yet another battle and our territory expanded a little more to the west.

But this time, Fruys did not fly back to his treasury to sleep after the fight. He even refused his portion of the treasure, and told me, “I’ve pretty much recovered. You don’t need to give me this much anymore. Repair your archer towers and catapults instead. Just look at your defenses; you think it’s any better than trash?”

He looked cold and disapproving.

This was despite the fact that dragons didn’t have facial expressions as obvious and rich with details as humans did.

Fruys was actually concerned about the fief. Touched and unsure how to reply, I could not help but lift my eyes to look at him. “Frau…”

Fruys was in a fl.u.s.ter. He lifted his front claws but looked like he didn’t know where to put them, and he ended up staring back at me. He spoke in a low voice: “Why are you crying? Who bullied you? I’ll beat them up…Don’t cry. This time—no, next time as well, and the next time after that, why don’t you keep all the treasure that we seize?”

‘Who’s crying?’ I silently retorted. There’s no way that I, the great Lord Smith, would be such a weak and fragile man.

I think it must be because I told him stories about how my territory was being bullied from the beginning that Fruys now has the impression of me as a frail, feeble organism.

After half-heartedly urging him back to his room and returning to my own, I happened to catch my reflection on the dressing mirror—my eyes were red and br.i.m.m.i.n.g with moisture.

I chastised myself in my head—looking like this, it was no wonder Fruys thought I was crying. It was a good thing that n.o.body saw me like this.

Though… I guess it’s my fault for having such intense emotions that my tear ducts easily water up?

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Truth be told, I know perfectly well that I’m a very sensitive person. The tears would easily start flowing at the slightest stimulation, and I could cry like there’s no tomorrow even if nothing happened.

However, I knew that I ought to be more like my father—a strong and tough man.

That’s why I haven’t watched a tragedy in the theater with a large public crowd in over ten years.

I only occasionally dared to light a candle in the middle of the night with no one around, and quietly read an anthology of Haider, the greatest tragic poet of the modern age.

It was my secret indulgence to cry until my face was a tear-smeared mess.

As such, I brushed off how easily my eyes turned red today as due to being too busy with work and being unabl

e to read poems for too long.

I decided to go vent tonight a little bit.

In Kaller’s library collection, there was 《The Poet Haider – From Across the World – Anthology Edition》.

I had already considered this book my own.

Taking it from underneath my pillow, I lighted a candle and started reading.

My pajamas, pillow, and blankets were all soaked in no time at all. I closed the poetry anthology after I was satisfied and curled up inside the velvet quilts to sob quietly.