I Don’t Want to Be a Lady

“Look at this. Isn’t that the handsome Sir Pierre?”

“What would a noble person do in a shabby tavern like this?”

“…”

Pierre didn’t answer back. He knew more about their ecology than anyone else. No matter what he replied, he would be criticized. The answer was just to ignore them. He went to sit face-to-face with the tavern owner without replying.

“Give me a beer.”

“That’s, Sir Pierre…” The tavern owner glanced and called Pierre anxiously.

“It’s alright, don’t worry. I knew they’d say something like that.”

The tavern owner sighed as if he had no choice and handed out the drink. Still, it seemed like Pierre wasn’t bothered by the fact that they kept glancing.

Pierre’s former friends, all scoundrels in charge of this tavern, were all trash. Pierre was like that too. Until he was taken to the battlefield.

“Hey, owner! Bring me alcohol here!”

“Yes! Just wait a moment!”

One of the scoundrels shouted for him to bring more alcohol.

The tavern owner frowned invisibly. As a commoner, he had no choice but to be helpless against the nobles. They had never paid for their alcohol before, but the owner had to keep giving them alcohol.

Even though Harpion is swayed by the currents of change, there are still laws.

The owner prayed as he filled the glass with wine.

It was then. Suddenly, the door opened, and a dozen tanned men came in. And a small woman followed behind them.

(

! That guy pretended to be strong when he was not!)

(That’s right. For a guy who pretends to be strong, he has never seen a really strong guy. A truly strong man is not visible on the outside. Even our chief doesn’t look strong on the outside, right?)

(Yes. That’s why he messed around and ended up like this.)

The man said, holding up his misshapen finger.

Moyak snorted back. (If you’re weak, you should at least be aware of it. That’s entirely your fault.)

(Of course. It’s my fault.)

The man grinned. Those words were coming from his family members, brother, sister, chief, and everything in his world, so they’re absolutely right.

Moyak sat down at one of the tables inside the tavern, and her men jostled to join her.

(Hey, you punk! You were sitting next to the chief just a moment ago!)

(Since when are you the unit commander!)

(Perhaps since when I broke your nose?)

(Ha. What was that? Hey, let’s fight outside.)

Among the beasts baring their teeth to rearrange the ranks again, Moyak smiled with a more peaceful heart than ever.

(If you want to go out, go out! I’d be happy if there were less drinkers.)

At Moyak’s words, the two men grinned as if they had never growled before, sat down on either side of her, and waved their hands at the tavern owner.

“Here, alcohol!”

“Alcohol!”

It was the only Harpion language they could speak.

“

Now, it looks like even barbarians will be coming in and out of here.”

“I told you when I smelled them. What are the border guards doing? How dare those bastards step on the land of the Harpion Empire!”

“This is all because of that Countess Proud. One arrogant woman is ruining the empire!”

Whenever the men get together, they spit on each other, saying that this problem is also Countess Proud’s fault, as the conversation ends with them swearing at Countess Proud.

Pierre clicked his tongue. To be honest, he hated the person called Countess Proud to his core, but he had no choice but to admit that it was thanks to her that he had come to his senses.

As soon as he returned from the battlefield after being lucky enough to survive, he knelt before his family and begged for forgiveness. In order to support his family, he abandoned his belief that he could never work for someone else and took a job as a junior employee at the Royal Shooting Range. Although it was a menial job collecting arrows, his monthly salary was enough to live a normal life with his family. It was truly a fulfilling day.

But being thankful is being thankful. When he thought of Countess Proud, who had cold silver hair and looked like a viper, his taste for alcohol disappeared.

Pierre smacked his lips and stood up again, paying the tavern owner.

“Why aren’t you drinking?”

When the tavern owner asked in surprise as he saw his half-full glass, Pierre glanced at him and said, “I feel like something is going to happen. It would also be a good idea for the owner to leave for a while.”

“…Ah.” The owner seemed to have finally sensed an abnormal atmosphere flowing inside the tavern.

The tavern was filled with silence like there had never been rubbish comments before. The noisy travelers also had cold expressions on their faces, as if they understood something.

Pierre felt a hunch. Something was about to happen soon, based on the five senses and senses that he had learned by rolling here and there at the forefront of the battlefield. And the owner, who is quick to notice after years of business, said thank you for letting him know and gave him back the price of the drink.

As Pierre left the tavern, he prayed for the peace of his once close friends.

The low sunlight cast a long shadow. Looking at the long shadow, he felt like he was peeking at himself, who had grown up. “I guess the price of alcohol has increased. Shall I buy a cake today for the first time in a while?” A smile appeared on his face as he thought of his wife and children jumping up and down and cheering.

And right after Pierre left the tavern, and even the tavern owner disappeared through the back door, Moyak opened her mouth. “Right. I would be disappointed if things changed so easily.”

(Those bastards insulted us, right?)

(Chief, please say yes.)

Sensing the smell of the fight, the Surg men urged her with their hips up and down. Those guys looked quite itchy.

(Yes. They’re saying we’re small like animals. I haven’t heard such a compliment in a long time. So I guess we should live up to those expectations, right?)

(Yes!)

(

! Bring it on! You skinny jerky-like guys~)

“W-what! Why are those bastards like that?”

“Don’t tell me, did they understand?”

“What do barbarians know? And what if they understood…

!”

Before he could finish his sentence, the man was beaten to the floor and didn’t budge.

“Hey. Aswivan! What are you doing? Get up. Quickly get up…”

A man tapped his friend, who was lying on the floor, with his toe, but he did not respond. The men were frightened.

“Is he dead?”

“Don’t be stupid. How can someone die from a single hit?”

“Hey. Aswivan! What are you doing? Get up. Get up. Get up…….”

“Never mind! Does that dude matter now? Aren’t they coming?”

After grasping the current situation, the men hurriedly checked the escape route. Still, they soon realized there was no way and looked frustrated. At times like this, you can only trust the tavern owner.

“Hey, Owner! Quickly report to the guard…”

Sadly, however, the inside of the tavern was empty.

“He shamelessly ran away alone!”

“Hey! Yes, you! Quickly report it to the guard!”

A man shouted at the old man sitting at the table near the entrance, but the old man pointed to his ear and waved.

“Damn it. That damn old man!”

When the old man entered the bar a little while ago, the men laughed, insulted his scruffy behavior, and threatened him not to come near. From the old man’s POV, he had no justification to help such young men.

The old man giggled, took a sip of cheap wine, and savored it as if it were a fine wine. “Is it because the side dishes are good? The alcohol is sweet. Sweet.

”

At the moment when the Surg men drove garbage into the corner and threatened, Moyak slammed down her glass and said, (Are, don’t you think it’s time for you to move on from being the youngest?)

Are’s head turned. (Really? I don’t have to be the youngest anymore?)

(Yes. Just in time, your younger siblings, who were anxious to be loved, appeared.)

Are’s eyes flashed. Since he’s the youngest, he has taken on all the dirty and troublesome work, but finally, he’s finally free!

Are growled quietly, facing the garbage. (Nice to meet you, younger brothers. This older brother will raise you very well.)

Violence is passed down from generation to generation. Are was planning on repaying for what he had suffered. And that day, those scoundrels disappeared.

“Hey, did you hear that? I heard those scoundrels disappear all at once.”

“Really? I hope they never come back.”

People were deeply relieved. And their families request to search for missing persons from the capital guards.

“Are they going to search for the culprit?”

“For what? I heard the culprits are travelers, but what can we do? There are not only just one or two travelers here.”

“Really? Anyway, I feel relieved that all that trash is gone.”

Each family made a fuss to find the culprits, but everyone soon forgot this incident. And those scoundrels never showed up again after that.

* * *

“I… Your Majesty. I apologize.”

“It’s okay.”

Emperor Beirut swallowed his bitter smile and turned back.

Duke Krow was executed, and the empress left him with only a divorce letter. She took Duke Krow’s son, Schwartz, with her.

The emperor visited her as soon as the chaotic situation subsided, but he was repeatedly turned down at the door. And today too.

He looked firmly at the closed door as if it would never open forever, recalling his last conversation with the empress a year ago out of habit.

He couldn’t bear to catch her leaving the palace, pouring out her heartbreaking words like that. Because none of what she said was wrong.