Chapter 315: Chapter 315
We took breaks during the trip. Yet still, my poor tender buttocks felt massacred by the ride...
’If I have to be positive... Let’s really think of it as a good massage that will make our booty look sexier. Cause if not I’ll just feel grumpy about this.’ — I joked around with Marianne as I held my poor back while boarding the carriage again after coming down at a little village to eat some nice lunch with... Something I had unknowingly been missing: Beer.
It was quite strong in taste, and even when I got my share of burps thanks to it... I’m appreciative. Because after stuffing myself while drinking beer too... I was knocked out through the rest of the afternoon even when riding that hellish carriage.
When I woke up I still felt beat up, yes. I’m sure I even hit my head at some crazy massage bump on the road but even then, being half asleep helped me save my annoyance for later.
And then... Another day of travel after sleeping on the road... Meaning: never leaving the d*rn carriage. But this time I was happier in my sluggishness because that morning during our rustic breakfast...
"By lunch, we should be at the Palace." — Sir Vitor suddenly said as he ate, not talking again since he is that kind of guy.
"Sigh~~ Truly? Did you hear that, my Lady? We will finally arrive today~..." — Also melted by the exhaustion but as happy as I was, Paige said, after receiving the sharp nod from Vitor.
’I know~~!! Finally! I’m so sick of this already! I want my burgundy chamber with my nice mattress and nice scent and... Well the food has been nice... But I can’t really enjoy it since I’m so out of it!’
Nodding with the energy I didn’t really have anymore in my body, I even moved my feet with impatience since I couldn’t really speak my thoughts just yet.
We got into the carriage right after finishing the humble breakfast, Vitor always riding his horse outside along with the coach and the other four guards the Duke had added to our guard... And finally... FINALLY! GOOD LOOOORD!!!
’Sniff... I can see it, Wilson... If only you were here to see it... Sob!’ — I thought almost in tears as the entrance of the freaking capital became visible from the carriage’ window.
’My soul is almost in its thirties... I cannot endure these hazards at this age... sniff!’
"..."
’Alright, I’ll stop.’
Feeling happy made me dramatize since it makes me happier. But then I felt Anne judging me, making me regain some sense again.
We entered the city and even as we went into another road because we would make the scheduled stop at Gustav’s, I steadily became more energetic since I knew the end of this torture was near.
The contrast between the peace of the Forest against the trip to the Palace was worthy to be called torture after all.
At Gustav’s, we made our last stop. I got down from the carriage wishing to say hello to the old man. Actually excited since he’s a funny man.
Knock knock — With my hand I called on the frame of an open store, peeking inside as Paige spoke in my stead.
"Hello~? Mister Gustav, are you here?"
To her voice silence continued, but then...
"Urrgh... Can’t have a d*mn nap in peace..." — We heard a grumpy old man from inside, followed by the stomps of his feet that soon made him visible as he pulled the curtains. — "Who is it?... Hrm?? Kiddo, why are you standing there, come inside, don’t act dumb like your father."
Quickly shifting to seat at one of the trunks after letting out a whiff of resignation at my sight, he told us, and we immediately went inside since... When he’s like this and I’m mute... What else can we do?
"Are you here for the glass? I wonder what your little clever head is planning this time, Hwaha. I can bet it’s interesting already... It’s at the back." — Seeing how Paige stared waiting to ask for the goods, Gustav told her annoyed at her awkward staring.
"! Yes, thank you, mister Gustav." — Going back to get the men to help, Paige lit up. And as she disappeared, he turned back to look at me to show with his rough mouth how odd he found Paige this time.
"She’s quiet for once. But I bet you a craft that if I ask her about you, her tongue won’t be stopped. Almost popped my ears out the first time she came here, kid."
’oh~ don’t say that, hahaha~ but... Yeah, she does talk a lot... I hope I can take it once I can actually respond to her with words.’
"... You’re not looking flashy today. Aren’t you going to the Palace? I thought you should look fancy for that."
’ah...’
"...."
’You’re right.’ — Suddenly, I felt faint because he was really correct in noticing that right now I’m wearing a dress I haven’t changed in two days that could have been five if not because we had that stop at the village the other night.
I look like a peasant... No offence. And I probably stink...
’I... I can’t arrive looking like this! H-He said he would receive me! Oh gosh. Oh gosh oh gosh!’ — Suddenly chaos started in my head while the men moved a lot of boxes in front of me. Making me cover my mouth out of shock.
"Heh. You may not be as clever as your father says, huh~? You didn’t think of that until I said it, HwaHwa!"
’Shut up, rotten paprika! I have too many things in my head right now to even smell myself!’ — Annoyed at the old man that broke into laughter at my gesture of hopeless realisation, I deeply glared on the inside.
"Hwahahaha~ ah... I wonder what kind of retort you’re giving me kiddo. I remember you have the guts your Father lacked at your age... Right. Talking about, ashy... How was he? Did he cry when he send you off?"
’..... He did.’ — I couldn’t help but say the truth with a delayed nod. The mister tried to hide it but I confirmed it because Grampa Thomas betrayed him with an expression that said "Age makes men sensible, do forgive him" while following behind him into his carriage.
"Hwa! I knew it. He’s been a sissy since forever, that youngster... Hwa. He will probably cry while looking at the framed sketch from last time. Look there, I hung mine over there. It’s looking fancy ain’t it?"
Proud the old man pointed at the quick sketch I made for him that time we met. And I felt happy to see it, standing out in the middle of an old wall, clearly cared for because no dirt could be seen in its glass.
"I now can stare at my apprentice seat while working here... Sigh... You wouldn’t believe how many times I almost lost a finger while learning in that same seat for years... my teacher was a f**king b*stard... Skilful... But a d*rn fu**er in the end." — He said, looking straight at the drawing. Scowling, but weirdly enough, with a pleased tone to say this even when annoyed to recall the stuff I ignore.