The Only Ending for the Evil Count Pig Is Destruction

254 – Scene 254# Passenger

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Moonlight saw faintly through the tree branches.

They escaped the castle during the darkness and succeeded in moving secretly to the northern forest.

Pot.

Blanchet leapt through the air and landed lightly on a snow-covered tree branch.

Her agile movements were like those of a weightless person. She is so stealthy that not even the snow falls from the branches she steps on, and she leaves no trace of herself.

Although she never boasted, she was once a legendary assassin in the underworld. This level of movement was as easy as walking.

At that time, Blanche caught a handful of snow falling on her head with her hand.

“Helga. “She poured too much of her magic into her ankles.”

“Under…” . Who do you think she is doing this because they don’t know that? “I’m working hard right now, right?”

It was Helga standing precariously on a tree branch about 5 meters above Blanchet’s head.

“It’s so characteristic of you to think of climbing a tree wearing those shoes.”

“It’s noisy… “This is my combat uniform.”

Helga, who said that, was wearing high heels. Climbing onto an already narrow tree branch wearing shoes like that was an incredible feat in and of itself.

Of course, it couldn’t be helped that Helga’s ankles were shaking as if she was having cramps.

Blanche said, snatching up the fallen eyes one by one with her hands.

“Stop being stubborn and change your shoes.”

“I don’t like it… Heels are a must so that the Count can see my legs at any time… “I said.”

“Is that sound again?”

She really is an irresistible woman. In fact, Tristan wasn’t even looking at her legs her, let alone her her legs her

Rather, I was making good use of what Blanchet had taught me.

When it comes to stealthy movements, which are the basics of an assassin, the ability to disperse her magical power her and her well her is the most important. The moment her feet touch the ground, the feeling of braking continues, allowing her to move without leaving even a trace.

Although the principle or concept itself was easy, it was a highly difficult technique that required a lot of time to fully master.

The maids inherited her fighting skills from when she was a murder doll, and Helga, who rose to the position of Aslan’s vice-captain, learned her secret movements quite quickly.

On the other hand, Tristan is born without magical powers due to her curse. Recently, she has managed to reach a level where she can use magic by storing her magic power in a ring-shaped artifact she made herself… She thought it was nothing compared to other people who had been using magic since birth .

But Tristan far exceeded Blanchet’s expectations. She took one look at her demonstration and began to imitate her.

He walked between the trees with an arrogant look on his face as always, without any sign of clumsiness.

I could see why Bella, who had sparred with Tristan before, praised his talent.

In contrast, Helga… She continues to struggle.

“Anyway, don’t be a burden. “I am the Count’s bodyguard, but is it okay to be worse than the Count, who is new to secret movement?”

“Hehe… That’s right. “That great person is my master.”

“Why are you so excited… ?” . Please change your shoes quickly.”

“No. “I have to wear them like this every day for my body odor to be absorbed well.”

“That’s not body odor, it’s just a stinky smell… ” ?”

“I don’t know. For a woman like me, the term body odor is appropriate. This is a secret, but I will give these shoes as a surprise gift to the Count later. Hehe… You will be surprised. Obviously.”

“… “You might be surprised.”

Somehow, the future of Helga being scolded by Tristan was drawn.

But Blanche once again became envious of her slyness

I could never say that it was a good idea to behave so casually towards my master, but I thought there was something to be learned from it.

Contrary to Helga, Blanche had too many faults. She acted with a good understanding of the master-servant relationship between master and vassal. To put it in a good way, it was knowing my own strengths, but that shortcoming sometimes became an invisible wall.

What’s worse is that her owner Bella, also expressed her displeasure at Blanche’s businesslike attitude

Looking at the relationship between Tristan and Helga, Blanche even thought about being a little similar.

“By the way, I wanted to ask you yesterday, why did you suddenly wear ugly clothes?”

“… “These are not ugly clothes, they are attractive clothes.”

“Yes?”

Helga tilted her head and took a close look at Blanche’s clothes.

Blanchet, who prefers her quick movements, is minimally armed. The gear she is wearing now is also a reference to what she wore when she was an assassin. She wore leather greaves, cloth, and full body tights made of elastic material.

Of course, the purpose of full body tights was to hide bare skin from ‘him’. It is literally a clothing that minimizes exposure and is far from s*xy.

“Hmm… No matter how I look at it, it sucks.”

“It’s attractive.”

“No. Why can’t you say that you suck at something that sucks?”

It was a strange thing.

Since Helga kept saying that, she felt ashamed of what she was wearing. She covered everything that needed to be covered. However, a dark feeling that could not be explained was seen in Helga’s gaze as it scanned her body.

“… There’s something about it that sucks… What do you mean?”

“Yes? No. Blanche. What does that mean?”

She gave Helga a slightly hurt look.

Even Blanchet was confused as to whether it was acting or not.

“It’s not obscene at all. The only thing that sucks is that it sucks. It can never be replaced by other words.”

“But that’s not appropriate…” ” ” . “I heard it was an expression.”

“Under. Who on earth said that?”

“I did that.”

“Huh?!”

Helga, started by the sudden voice lost her footing and fell from the tree. However, there was a hand that quickly grabbed her ankle as she fell.

“I came because it was late.”

When she said that, she was a woman wearing black armor. A wicked woman with a creepy atmosphere was staring at them.

Her eyes were so cold that even Blanche, who could not feel the cold, thought that the world around her was freezing.

She was Tristan’s new form, Trinity.

“Is there some problem?”

“Oh, no.”

Overwhelmed by the atmosphere, Blanche tried to bend down on one knee with her bow, but when she realized she was on a branch, she lowered her head instead.

“Sorry. Count. I just zoned out for a while…”

“There is no need to apologize.”

“That’s right. Blanche. “I even apologize for something like this.”

“You apologize. Helga.”

“Ugh…”

Helga’s skirt her her her, which was hanging upside down in the air, flipped over, revealing her panties underneath her pantyhose her.

“Hey. Shame on you!”

“If you’re going to act, do it right. “Do you even know what the numbers are?”

“Ah. It’s too much. Rather, since you saw my panties, do you have to take responsibility?”

“You must take responsibility for my eyes that saw your ugly face.”

“After. All right. After all, I have no choice but to take responsibility for getting married…”

“… “Did you listen to me correctly?”

“Ah! Now the Count is a woman, so you should get married instead of getting married?!”

Tristan let go without hesitation.

Helga fell down a tree and buried her head first in the snow.

“Hehe… Hehe.”

At that sight, Blanche burst into laughter without realizing it. Blanche quickly hid her expression when she realized she was being rude.

“I’m sorry.”

“No. Doesn’t matter. It’s rare to see you smile, so it’s a bit surprising.”

Blanchet was also surprised.

She certainly rarely smiled.

It’s natural to hide emotions. Whether you are an assassin or a guard, it is better in many ways to not show your emotions. Because she has always maintained her expressionless expression.

But the fact that she ended up smiling like this confused Blanchet. Even though she had done it, she still couldn’t believe it.

Tristan, who had the appearance of a wicked woman, put a smile on her lips as if he had read her mind.

“Can I ask why you laughed?”

“That is…” Because I’m jealous of something.”

“… ? Do you want to fall too?”

“Oh, no! That’s not it, you two…”

The words that came out from the bottom of my throat didn’t come out as if they were jammed.

I really enjoyed the relationship between the two people.

But there was one more thing Blanche had in mind.

‘Me too… ‘ Not as much as Helga, but a little… I want to become close to the Count…’

What difference would it make if I told you that truth honestly? Even if I said it out loud, it would only be nonsense, so I swallowed it tightly.

“…Blanchet?”

What on earth should I say?

This was a very difficult task for Blanchet, who was not good at this.

What saved her was the shadow that appeared in front of them.

“Master.”

As she lowered the robe covering her head, the face of Cynthia, a member of the Annihilation Maid, was revealed, wearing glasses.

“What’s going on?”

“I found the demons.”

*

“Howum… ?”

Wendy, who had fallen asleep, opened her eyes.

“I guess I fell asleep too early and woke up.”

“I’m a teacher… ?”

On the table was a calico cat, Myohail, purring its fur with its tongue.

The Count was about to ask her where she had gone, but when he saw her her her her coat her he was covering her, he shut her up.

‘I thought I would be able to see you off at least for today…’

Tristan quickly left for work. She left behind only the coat she was wearing.

Ever since she came to the North, Wendy has been unable to control her drowsiness when the sun goes down.

Her duties, like that of a dedicated maid, are focused on serving her master. She followed Tristan around and assisted him by checking on things he needed, and she also prepared meals with the maids who came with him.

There was no problem in the mansion because there were numerous employees taking care of the work, but here, only five people, Wendy and the maid, had to do all the work. And it was surprisingly hard labor. Unlike her tireless maids, Wendy quickly lost her stamina and was almost completely exhausted in the evening.

Moreover, it was a secret that I had not yet adapted to this cold and unfamiliar environment. Wendy is sensitive to cold, so she felt her body becoming sluggish when she came to Northern Garden.

There were many times when she woke up like this because she lacked warmth.

The purpose of sleeping with Tristan’s coat as a blanket was not for anything else, but for the warmth remaining in the coat her.

Wendy hugged Tristan’s coat tightly.

The coat was already cold.

This is proof that quite some time has passed since he left.

In other words, if she waits just a little bit, Tristan might come back.

‘Then in the meantime…’

Wendy was so crazy about that she thought that she slowly got up from her seat and packed her luggage.

After she finished straightening her hair, she felt like she was being loved and asked.

“Hmm? Disciple. Where are you going?”

“Well, I’m going to take a shower…”

“Why bother?”

“I went to bed early and forgot to shower…”

“Haha… “Humans must be so annoying.”

“Well, the Count will be back soon… I think it’s right to wait… I woke up again…”

As she spoke, she seemed like a hostess waiting for her husband, so Wendy became embarrassed and blurted out her words.

Looking at that scene, she let out a strange sigh.

“kk…” ” ” . It’s been 10 years too soon…”

“Yes?!”

“I just tried it.”

“Hey… Not for 10, 10 years… !”

“Don’t worry. In my life, 10 years goes by quickly.”

Myohail, a spirit and sage who has lived for a long time, stroked her beard and added.

“Well, the Count will probably have a family by then.”

“Master?!?”

“It’s easier to give up. “Honey.”

“Si, I don’t like it! “Po, I won’t give up!”

“kk…” ” . Okay, okay. “I will do whatever I want.”

“Ugh…”

Wendy bit her lip in response to Myoha-il’s demeanor her her.

It’s truly a daunting task, but no matter what magic you use, you’re no match for the Sage, and no matter what you say, it won’t even be able to leave a scratch on the Sage’s strong mentality, the pinnacle of magicians.

But she knew Wendy.

The magic word that can defeat Myohail.

A word that can make even a wise man take a step back.

Wendy shouted loudly at him, who was smiling mischievously.

“S… I hate you, Master… !”

“… Hmm. That’s all I can do…”

“I hate you if you keep saying that…”

“How could I…”

“I’m going to hate you…”

“Thinking…”

“I hate you…”

“Off… This old man is wrong…Did…”

The expression on his face suddenly turned sour, like a grandfather with a grumpy fur on his beloved granddaughter.

It was difficult to guess its age because it looked like a normal cat, but at this moment, anyone could see that it was an old cat.

“Ugh… Please don’t hate me…”

“Well, that’s because I saw you doing it, Master!”

“Wow…”

Wendy strongly said that she was angry in her own way, but in reality, she had already let go of her anger, so she just seemed cute.

However, it was only a final blow to Myoha, who suffered a mental attack.

“I’ll wash up and come back, so please wait patiently.”

Wendy left her carriage, leaving him looking like her abandoned grandfather.

Wendy walked through her snow field, feeling the cold wind. She then discovered a fairly large snow house not far from the carriage.

This place, which at first glance appears to be a commander’s quarters, was actually a temporary bathhouse.

The bathing facilities and tools brought from the Ruelberta family were installed here, so it was a truly extravagant luxury. If it weren’t for the Ruelberta family, I wouldn’t have brought something like this to the battlefield.

Anyway, although it was originally a bathhouse exclusively for Tristan, his exclusive maid, Wendy, now has the privilege of using it.

Of course, I have never used it until today. Because I thought it was a place that did not suit her status

Gulp…

Wendy stopped for a moment in front of the bathhouse.

Normally, I would have just brushed off the dirt with cleanliness magic, but today I felt like I wanted to do something clean.

It is the duty of the exclusive maid to greet Tristan with a neat appearance when he returns… I guess it is.

‘W-I guess so, right? Yes, yes!’

After thinking to herself, agreeing with herself, and rationalizing herself, Wendy opened the door to her bathroom.

The first thing that greeted her was her warmth. The heat from the bathhouse inside seemed to be transmitted to the entrance.

Wendy took off her clothes and folded them neatly in the dressing room in the corner. She then entered the bathhouse, covering her body with a towel.

“Wow…”

What unfolded before my eyes was an absurdly large space for me to use alone. My mouth opened when I saw the large bath in the middle of it.

It was so luxurious that it was hard to believe that this was a temporary bathhouse.

Although it was not as big as the bathhouse in the mansion, it was a bathhouse that felt luxurious in a place like this.

However… There was a passenger in that bath.

“Eh…?”

“Huh?”

The passenger who recognized Wendy frowned at her.

The passenger was none other than her classmate and the emperor of this country… It was Luna.