Interested in the One-Eyed Female General So I Joined the White Wolf Knight Order, but It Turned into a Harem?! - Chapter 38

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Chapter 38

The name is Julienne 3

[Nn? What’s wrong?] (Ortashia)
[Ah, nothing… it’s just… . That’s a really proper way to eat . Very unlike someone over here . ] (Shingen)
[Who is that someone?!] (Riru)

Riru responded instantaneously .

While still having some food left in her mouth . Gross…

Even so Ortashia’s mood didn’t seem to change . She laughed at the sight instead . One could easily mistake her as a goddess at this very moment .

A goddess with an eye as sharp as a knife that is .

[Well first of all, the royal family is taught all kinds of manners . I’d want Riru to be honest, but elegance is something I want to maintain regardless . ] (Ortashia)
[Gufu?!] (Riru)

Riru eyes opened wide .

Apparently, there was something clogging her throat .

[Arara～ are you okay?] (Mina)

Mina quickly went to Riru’s side and, with a gentle voice, tapped her back repeatedly .

[Ahahaha . It’s always lively with you guys! I’ll never feel bored!] (Julienne)
[Very true . Just as usual, it’s always lively when all the adjutants come together! It’ll be like a party instead of a simple meal . ] (Ortashia)

Shingen caressed the back of his neck .

[Eh? There are more of Maruto’s adjutants out there?] (Shingen)
[There were quite a lot of them . I believe it’s around 20, give or take? Sometimes I even mistook someone else’s name with another adjutant . ]

That was an eyebrow raiser .

It’s abnormal to have that many no matter how you think about it .

But it’s a military thing so Shingen had no idea if it’s normal or not . Anyways, it’s nothing really important .

Shingen did not know how good of a person Maruto was, but an ordinary commander generally only has four adjutants

He felt that something is really wrong here .

（――――――Could it be perhaps……）

Shingen narrowed his eyes and asked Julienne .

[Hold on a second . Just wondering, but don’t tell me that all of the adjutants are female?] (Shingen)
[Nn? ……that’s actually the case, yes . All of them are female . ] (Julienne)

Shingen smiled bitterly after hearing that answer .

It’s just as he thought .

Maruto was really an enviable man .

So much so that it’s annoying .

（――――――Oioi Maruto, isn’t that the same as having your very own harem?! What the hell?! What kind of s##t did you try to pull off!?） (TL Note: Harem is any normal guy dream, am I right? *wink*)

Once he calmed down, Shingen tried to imagine in his mind if he were in Maruto’s shoes .

Of course, he would feel happy being surrounded by girls .

There was also Ortashia who was pretty close to Maruto . That thought made his ears turned red .

When Maruto quietly slipped his arm around her shoulder as if it was natural thing to do and that moment when they embraced each other quietly, unintentionally . All of those thoughts simply drove Shingen crazy .

Well, since Ortashia is just next to him, Shingen stopped his daydreaming with a cough .

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Some time after the meal was over, a small tea party was held at Ortashia’s behest .

In Ardesil, it’s considered a fashion to drink tea and eat small snacks after a meal .

Ortashia was looking forward to it .

Mina had prepared in advance a pot of scented tea alongside a basket of baked goods made of flour and milk .

I’ve been waiting for this; this sentence was all over Ortashia’s face as she took a piece of bread and put it in her mouth .

The snack let out a crisp sound upon being chewed .

[Umu . This is really well-baked . ] (Ortashia)

After expressing her satisfaction, she passed the round basket to Shingen .

[Here . Try eating some, Shingen . It’s delicious . ] (Ortashia)

Shingen accepted it and looked at the strange food .

[In my country, this is called a “cookie” . ] (Ortashia)
[Cookie?] (Shingen)
[Anyways, try eating it . ] (Ortashia)

Shingen took one out and cracked it with his teeth .

The “cookie” had a mysterious kind of taste .

It was fairly hard to chew, but it let out a nice fragrant that inhaled upon entering the mouth .

[Delicious!] (Shingen)
[Fufufu . I know right?] (Ortashia)

Ortashia looked happy as if she was the one who created the sweets . Though the snack actually originated from Julienne’s idea .

She’s an alchemist who usually concocted medicine to treat wounds but apparently she also enjoys cooking and baking sweets herself .

In this case, it was also her who prepared the cookies .

It was Maruto who first tasted it them from Maruto to Ortashia and then to the capital, where it later spread to the commoners . Now everyone can enjoy the same kind of sweets .

Except in the countryside… .

Ortashia picked up the cup with the still warm tea inside it this time .

She started to drink it after enjoying the scent for a while .

After taking a sip, she put the cup back on the table since she reminisced something .

[Nn? By the way, how is Elize doing?] (Ortashia)

Julienne replied with a bitter face .

[Aa, Elize is it?……she was travelling together with us back then… but she got lost along the way . ] (Julienne)
[Good grief . ] (Ortashia)

Ortashia had an annoyed face .

Julienne also shrugged her shoulders . Shingen then asked about this Elize .

[Who is this Elize?] (Shingen)
[Ah, one of Maruto’s deputies . Now she’s Julienne’s escort . ] (Ortashia)

The focus turned to Julienne .

[Escorting me… . but did she really escort me? Doing it in secrecy and all that? (Julienne)
[No, well, it’s said that she used to be an assassin before . But there is no sign of her around here at the moment . ] (Ortashia)
[That girl is free-spirited . Almost like a cat . ] (Shingen)

（――――――like a cat……）

Since there was no sign, then it means that she’s not here .

It’s just a matter of picking the wrong person for the job .

Apparently, she had abandoned her duty to escort Julienne .

Moreover, it seemed that Julienne herself didn’t want an escort but took the chance anyways, since from how she didn’t have a sword on her person, she’s not a combat-oriented personnel .

Shingen smiled bitterly .

When he was imagining what kind of girl she is, he somehow had goosebumps .

[Eh?] (Shingen)

A cold voice could be heard from behind him .

[……who are you?] (Elize)

（――――――I wasn’t even aware……？ Who is she……？）

The voice lacked emotion but at the same, time full of vigor . Shingen tried to reply in as friendly as possible .

[Err… . . I am Shingen . ] (Shingen)
[Shingen… . . ? I don’t know you . You, friend or foe?] (Elize)

She put more pressure to the dagger she held in her hand . Then she continued with the strange questioning .

[Why do you look so much like Maruto?] (Elize)
[Even if you ask me that… . ] (Shingen)

Shingen didn’t have any idea what was going on .

One thing is for certain: someone is leaking murderous intent behind him .

It was also a childlike voice .

He froze until he could better grasp the situation .

Ortashia, Julienne, Riru, and Mina didn’t seem surprised or alarmed .

It’s as if there is nothing abnormal happened .

Ortashia took another sip of Mina’s tea… .

Knowing that the girl in question was not their enemy .

Ortashia laughed after giving Shingen a sideways glance .

She seemed to be enjoying the situation . Shingen sighed .

[It’s Elize, isn’t it?] (Shingen)
[Wh, why do you know my name ?!] (She used ‘boku’ to address herself here) (Elize)

（――――――She’s actually a ‘bokukko’！）
(TL note: a girl that address herself with boku instead of watashi/atashi like a normal girl usually do . )

Elize was seemingly surprised when Shingen mentioned her name .

[Watch out!] (Shingen)

Shingen’s body moved on reflex, unintentionally grabbing the hand that held the dagger .

It was cold

He couldn’t sense the warmth of a living being at all . She then pulled her hand back .

Shingen turned towards Elize .

There stood a little girl with an unfriendly face . Her hair was silver in color . Her muddy brown eyes was shining with murderous glare, much like Ortashia .

（――――――Maruto even took a child as his subordinate?）

Elize glared angrily at Shingen .

She was scratching her hand that was grabbed by him earlier, making Shingen feel guilty .