Flillian, I want to live.

"Is that you two? Come with us!"

Early the next morning, led by a sheriff in a black robe, Gutel and Hughtalk were arrested on the spot by a group of kingdom knights who broke into the house and were tied up.

"master--"

Xutark, who had never seen such a scene before, cried out for help to Aize who was drinking morning tea.

"Anyway, this matter has nothing to do with me. I hope you can convey this to the Lord..." Aize, who was chatting with the sheriff, turned his head and glanced at the well-behaved Gutel and the frightened Xiutalk. "As for these two guys, you can do whatever you want with them."

"I understand. Take it away then."

The sheriff nodded to Aize, then gave a look to the accompanying knight, and Gutel and Xutark were picked up one by one, pulled into a prison cart and taken to the nearby fortress city of Val.

"Provoking trouble, fighting and assaulting each other..."

In the interrogation room filled with torture instruments, the sheriff read out to the two men the crimes they had committed last night with a sullen face.

"The most important thing is that the lord's youngest son, Lord Charles, was seriously injured. If a poor person injures a noble, that's a capital crime..."

"capital offense!?"

Xutark fainted with foam at the mouth, and the ambition that had just ignited in his heart was extinguished in an instant.

Chapter 65: Being in class is a blessing

"It's a capital crime..."

Hearing Hugh Tark talking about the story of how he committed a capital crime at Gutel's instigation, Fulilian rolled her eyes and muttered to herself as if she remembered something.

"Come to think of it, we also learned a similar lesson when we first set out to defeat the Demon King~"

Fulilian said with some emotion.

"Come to think of it, Mr. Haita also mentioned that when they first met the King in the capital, Lord Sinmel and Lord Aize seemed disrespectful to His Majesty, and they were nearly executed as a result."

Philen turned around, glanced at Fulilian, and said in an uncertain tone.

"I really miss it when I think about it, the way Xinmeier cried and screamed."

Fulilian closed her eyes, recalling the shameful appearance of Xinmeier when he was pushed onto the beheading platform, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Is there such a thing? It turns out that Master was almost executed for offending a noble. He never told me about it."

Hugh Tark raised his eyebrows and said in surprise.

"After all, Aize didn't think he was guilty until the very end~"

Fulilian spread out her hands and shook her head helplessly.

"However, it's one thing for them to just contradict nobles like Xinmeier and Master Aize did. But Master Xiutalk beat the nobles into a pig's head. No matter how you look at it, it's not a crime that can be easily forgiven, right?"

Philen turned his gaze back to Hugh Tark, who was leading Guter's horse, and looked at the red-haired boy in front of him with all his body parts intact, and asked curiously.

"That's right. After all, the big sister had already prepared to help me escape from prison and flee to the ends of the earth."

While extending his hand to greet the guard standing at the town gate, Hugh Tark glanced at Gutel, who was sitting on his horse with his hat brim lowered, looking a little ashamed.

"Let's not talk about that anymore, and didn't I treat you to a giant strawberry sundae afterwards?"

Guter shook himself.

"But, in the end, I didn't become a wanted criminal, thanks to..."

As Hugh Turk was speaking, he suddenly seemed to have seen something and an excited expression appeared on his face.

"Hey, boss!"

Hugh Tark stretched out his hand, waved, and shouted loudly to the front.

Boss?

Philen looked in the direction where Shuttark was waving, and what appeared in her sight was a tall knight wearing round armor, who looked like an onion and was a bit funny.

"Hmm?" Hearing Hugh Tark's call, the fat onion-shaped knight turned his chubby face and said, "Hgh Tark? I was just talking about you. Why are you back so late..."

"Charlie?"

Although he couldn't connect the fat kid with the tall and burly fat knight in front of him at first, when Guter saw the face that was still as round as before, making the facial features look a little small, Guter immediately called out the other person's name.

"You're...ah, Big Sister Gutel! You don't seem to have changed much since you were back then."

When Charlie saw Hugh Tarke and Guter sitting on the warhorse led by Hugh Tarke, he was stunned for a moment, and then called out Guter's name in surprise.

"Charlie? This gentleman is the one you..."

Philen covered his mouth and looked at Xutalk beside him with some surprise.

"That's right, I was just about to say that the reason why Big Sister and I were able to be acquitted was because the boss, Lord Charlie, took the initiative to intercede for us."

Hugh Tark nodded, and then explained to Philen in a respectful tone.

That year, little Hugh Tark, who was desperately waiting for his execution the next day in the castle dungeon, heard the sound of the cell door being pushed open.

"No—I don't want to die yet—Master—"

Hugh Turk put his handcuffed hands on top of his head and roared at the top of his lungs, not daring to open his eyes out of fear.

However, the next moment, the shackles on his hands were removed by the guards who walked into the cell.

"You may return home now, Master Hugh Tark."

The sheriff who had previously ruthlessly sentenced the two to death stood with his hands behind his back and announced to the crying Hugh Tark with some helplessness.

"Eh?"

Hugh Turk raised his head, and at that moment, he thought he was dreaming.

"It was Lord Charles who took the initiative to withdraw the charges against you and the girl. He said that you and he were not fighting, but engaging in an honorable duel. If he were to punish you for that, it would be a disgrace to him."

The sheriff explained the reasoning behind this to Hugh Turk.

"Huh? So, you're quite righteous~"

Fulilian poked her head out from the gap between Fieren and Shuttalk and looked at Charlie, who was smiling awkwardly, with an approving expression.

"After all, I have principles, and that was all when I was a kid."

Charlie, who felt a little embarrassed by the past stories told by Hugh Turk, scratched the back of his head and said.

"Hey~ You're too modest. I'm where I am today thanks to Boss Charlie."

Xutark patted the breastplate in front of him and said gratefully.

"That's right. You've become a knight of the kingdom at such a young age. You're quite promising."

Goutal glanced at Hugh Turk, who looked very proud, and could tell that he enjoyed his job.

"Of course not. Not everyone can join the Kingdom's Knights. If all goes well, by the time I retire, I might even be able to earn the title of knight. That's a genuine aristocratic title~"

Hugh Tark said complacently.

"Do you enjoy your status as a noble, Master Shuttarque?"

Philen looked at Hugh Tark, who was dreaming of becoming a noble in the future, and said in a somewhat complicated tone.

"Who wouldn't like being a noble? No one would be so foolish as to give up the opportunity to become a noble, right?"

Hugh Tark didn't care about the change in Philen's expression and answered carelessly.

"..."

As if unwilling to spoil Hugh Tark's interest, Philen fell silent.

"Ah, anyway, we've been traveling all the way here for a long time. Hugh Tark, why don't you give us some rest? You'll treat us tonight~"

Noticing that something was wrong with Philen, Gutel jumped off her horse. She patted Hugh Tark's back and gave orders in a big sister tone.

"Ah, my salary isn't that high, Big Sister... You and Miss Fellen are fine, but um..." Hugh Tark put his mouth close to Gutel's ear with a bitter face, "that Flillian, didn't you say she's actually a good-for-nothing? What if she bankrupts me..."

"I heard it..."

Fulilian on the side interrupted with a resentful voice.

"Hey, didn't I tell you that elves have very good hearing? But that girl, Flillian, doesn't really know what she's talking about. We can just fool her with some cheap food."

Gutel glanced at Hugh Tark reproachfully, then whispered in his ear.

“I’ve heard that too…”

Fulilian placed her hands on the heads of Hugh Tark and Gutel respectively, and spoke slowly.

Chapter 66: My Own Mushrooms Have Grow

"Uh……"

Why, why are my hands shaking uncontrollably...

"Come on! Hugh Tark!"

What echoed in my ears were the shouts of my companions.

This is a battle with dignity at stake - no one knows this better than Hugh Turk.

however……

My vision was completely blurry, my head was spinning, and I couldn't even stand steadily.

Is that the end?

"I'm sorry... I've disappointed everyone..."

Hugh Turk eventually fell unconscious.

For a moment, there was silence at the scene. People looked at Hugh Turk lying on the ground in shock, then raised their heads and looked at their opponent who defeated him.

"Ha~"

With one foot on the table, Fulilian showed a mocking smile on her face. Then, she raised her head, drank the liquor in her hand, and showed the upside-down empty glass to everyone present.

"Oh! The winner is Lady Freelian!"

Charlie, the referee, slammed the table, and then the villagers who came to the banquet burst into enthusiastic cheers.

"You really can't judge a person by his appearance~"

Gutel looked at Furlin, who was very proud of winning the drinking competition with Hugh Tark, and exclaimed in surprise to Philen who was sitting next to him.

"That's just Lady Fulilian cheating."

Philen picked up the wine glass and drank it all, then turned around and spoke to Gutel in a sullen voice.

"Cheating?"

Guter asked in confusion.

"The magic that removes the alcohol from wine," Fearon replied. "It only removes the alcohol, but the taste remains the same, so no matter how much you drink, you won't get drunk."

"So there's this kind of magic."

Guter said in amazement.

"It's magic I found while traveling with Master Sinmel and the others. Although it's more practical than most of the magic Master Flillian found, it's magic Master Haita deeply detests and strictly forbids his use."

Philen drank the wine glass he had just filled in one gulp and then added.

"I see. No wonder she drank so much but didn't get drunk at all. However..."

Guter turned his head and looked at Philen, whose cheeks were slightly flushed.

"You don't look like you've cast some kind of alcohol-removing spell, Fearon."

Although he did not attract other people's attention due to his quiet personality, the amount of liquor that Philen had just drunk without realizing it was actually not much less than that of the two people who were competing in the drinking contest.

"Eh?"

Only then did Philen realize that the bottle of wine next to him was almost empty.

"Are you still angry about what Hugh Tark said?"

Gutel looked at Philen and said.

"No, I just..."

Philen lowered his head and muttered.