How to Live as a Wandering Knight

Chapter 119.2: ????? ????? ?? ??? (2)

Chapter 119.2: ????? ????? ?? ??? (2)

Hunting was almost over and on the way back, Caenerna rode next to Iselia. Iselia looked at Caenerna with a wary look in her eyes.

Even if she was not a member of Johans army, Caenerna was a wizard with an ominous charm that made her feel suspicious because she could not tell her identity.

Do you have any thoughts?

. . .What do you mean?

The bad thing about wizards is that they cant just stand by and watch stupid things happen. Im here to give you some advice. No need to be wary, so listen carefully.

Caenerna said with a smile, but Iselia seemed to be even more wary.

But after all, she was Johans advisor. She couldnt not listen to her.

. . .Ill listen.

What do you think the knight of the Yeats family wants from you? You didnt think it was an absurd idea that he fell in love with your appearance, did you?

Iselias face turned red at Caenernas words.

She also knew to some extent what the standard of beauty was among elves. She had to be of a decent height and thin, so she was the opposite of her.

I-I know that much. Isnt it necessary to have a stable partner to rule the countship?

Thats right. You must have been promised that your safety would be guaranteed if you cooperate. You look uneasy, but let me tell you one thing. That promise will be kept.

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You look like a frightened little bird, but I understand how you feel. Its only natural to be afraid. But think about it calmly. Does that knight look like a man who would break his oath? Has he ever done anything that would make you think that?

Caenernas words were persuasive. Johan was a very conscientious and blameless man, except for his inherent fear.

Iselia smiled involuntarily, relieved to hear the words she wanted to hear.

Of course, thats only if you cooperate properly.

I am cooperating properly. I have not entertained any other thoughts.

Caenerna snorted.

Thats not cooperation. Is it cooperation to sit there like a wooden doll? If you go hunting, you should stick to his side and show it to others. The same goes for the castle. You should stick to him in front of the servants and spread rumors, but if youre so scared and stay in the corner, what kind of rumors will spread instead? If you want the other person to keep his promise, dont make him angry. Acting counts. Everyone has their limits of patience.

Iselias face turned pale at Caenernas words.

Do you know why the Emperor tried to put a necklace on his lover?

Because the other person committed adultery, isnt it?

No. Its because he couldnt give what the other person wanted. If you were still in love, how could you have dared to put on the necklace?

Caenerna tapped Iselias head and said.

If you want to live, think about it. If youre going to say its impossible because youre a knight, you might as well just die.

Caenerna galloped forward. Suetlg asked curiously.

What did you say to her like that?

A little wise advice. I think Im too lenient.

. . .Dont tell me about curses or strange secrets. Bad rumors are already starting to spread.

Suetlgs words were true. The reason for the bad rumors was mainly because of the priests.

The priests who were torn apart because of Johan were angry and chewed and scratched Iselia.

If you only listened to their words, it seemed like Iselia was born with the bloodline of a succubus who could enchant people with her eyes.

Of course, these rumors were not very effective, unlike Suetlgs worries.

If it were a stranger, it would be unknown, but Iselia was a person who had been in the fiefdom for quite a while.

People also had a rough idea of what kind of aristocrat Iselia was.

Priests fumed that it was a sin of lust to seek each other on Saturdays or Sundays. People, however, had a knack for picking and choosing what to hear from priests.

As a result, rumors spread in a different way.

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The church sent a long letter. The letter contained similar content to what the priests felt. They couldnt refuse, but they would like to think about it again. . .

If you look at it, you might think the bishops are ex-lovers.

Johan smiled and passed it on. The churchs actions were as expected.

Once the preparations were finished, the procedure proceeded quickly. The priests swallowed their tears and posted a notice in front of the temple, and prepared a festival for the wedding for the people around them.

Before the marriage, there were often sharp negotiations over various rights and property contracts, but this was not the case. In fact, Johan was going to get it all.

The marriage was basically concluded with the bishop blessing inside the temple. There was a reason for saying basically. There are more things to do after getting married as a feudal lord.

He had to provide a banquet for those who gathered and praise his vassals.

Record those who didnt come.

Now that he had also acquired the fiefdom, he needed to squeeze the vassals who had been standing still while advancing.

He also needed to prepare for the cost of the wedding festival and military funds. . .

The best thing at this time was a clueless guy. A guy who doesnt know that his reasons are piling up and just stands still.

Sir. Sir. Now, you have to stop and go and unite before God.

It doesnt sound strange even if you express it in a noble way.

What did you say?

No. Its nothing.

The conclusion of this ritual was the union performed while the priest and attendants waited outside. This marked its complete end.

From Johans perspective, he wondered, ? but he had no choice. It was better to adhere to the custom if possible.

You seem to have exerted too much strength. It would be better to relax your body a bit.

Im. . . Im relaxing. My dear.

Youre still tense. It will hurt if you dont relax more.

Iselia nodded her head and took deep breaths repeatedly. Johan, after waiting, clicked his tongue and said,

Enough. Ill make you relax. Just stay still.

Wai. . . Wait. . . Wait a moment! My dear! Just a moment!!

Not long after, a voice began to emanate from inside, weeping with exhaustion from pleasure and screaming, with only one persons voice audible. The priests from the order gritted their teeth and grumbled quietly.

Such a lewd and vulgar demoness. . .

Shh. Be quiet. Its disrespectful.

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Congratulations, Your Excellency!

The republic envoy greeted Johan with a happy face. They gave generous gifts to the wedding. It was a natural investment considering Johans relationship.

How pleasant it would be to have a reliable ally in the southern part of the peninsula.

Have you prepared the declaration to send to the Empire?

I am preparing it now.

As the count of Coolia, Johan was planning to send a declaration to the Emperor.

It was filled with well-packaged diplomatic rhetoric, but essentially it was close to . It meant he would stop being a vassal.

I have good news and bad news. What would you like to hear first?

Lets hear the bad news first.

Marquis Crucho landed on his fiefdom by crossing the sea.

!

Johans face hardened. He returned even though the situation in the Empire was dire. Was he so impatient with the mercenaries looting?

What is the scale?

It is estimated to be between 3,000 and 4,000. There are about 500 cavalry and at least 1,000 heavy infantry, I hear.

I see. What is the good news?

Marquis Crucho was defeated as soon as he landed. He is said to have escaped with his life by the skin of his teeth.

. . .Whose words are they?