Incompatible Interspecies Wives

77 – Old Friend (3)

“The rumored berg is really you…”

After breaking the hug, Flint whispered in disbelief.

His eyes ran all over my body.

“…No matter how mercenary you are, why did you have so many wounds? Why do you have such a big scar on your cheek?”

He couldn’t take his eyes off my scars.

In a way, it was only natural that there were so many changes.

I might have been the same if Flint had appeared with a scarred body.

I asked him instead of answering.

Flint wasn’t the only one curious about his opponent.

“…How the hell did you know about this place?”

Flint burst out laughing at that.

“There is not a single human in the fortress who does not know your story.”

“What?”

“It is said that a human mercenary, commoner Berg, had two aristocratic wives, how can such news be silenced? It is said that such a crimson berg stopped by Dems Village, so I had to be able to pass it by. I didn’t know it was you, but…”

“Did you come all the way to Dems Village just to see me?”

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Flint smiled.

“It was a double company.”

Then he said with a bright smile.

“I became a merchant, Berg.”

He opens his arms.

I feel pride in my actions.

“Originally, I was wandering from town to town. In the meantime, I just heard rumors about you.”

He also feels relieved that it worked out.

I laughed and nodded at him.

“…A merchant.”

“Doesn’t it suit you?”

I shook my head.

“…No. I was just surprised.”

At that, Flint laughed too.

“I was surprised too, Berg. You became a mercenary.”

“…”

“Didn’t I tell you that I would wash my hands when doing something dangerous? That’s why we broke up too.”

“…”

I couldn’t come up with an answer right away.

There were too many things to briefly explain.

“Why is my wife-“

“-Let’s go in and talk.”

I interrupted him to mention his wife.

He also nodded as if he understood.

We entered the inn.

There was a lot to talk about.

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.

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I introduced Flint to my wives.

“Ner, Arwin. This is Flint. My… hometown friend.”

“Hometown…”

Ner muttered at those words.

Then he said hello with an example.

“Ner Blackwood.”

Alwin also greeted me by touching my forehead.

“…Arwin Celebrien.”

“My wives.”

Flint blinked quietly, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing with his own eyes.

After being silent for a while, he said with a big smile.

“They are both incredibly beautiful.”

Then he held his breath and whispered to me.

“…Were all the rumors true?”

“…”

Then he bowed deeply and greeted him.

“Meet Lady Blackwood and Lady Celebrien.”

The two wives naturally greeted him.

“My name is Flint. He and Berg have been friends since they were five years old.”

“From the age of 5?”

Ner asks in surprise.

“Oh, please sit down.”

Then he offered us a seat.

The wives seemed to be considerate of Flint, even raising their words because he was my friend.

I appreciate their attitude.

Flint and I sat down on Nere’s horse.

A seated Flint answers Nere’s words.

“Yes, from the age of five. We parted ways when we were growing up… I never imagined I’d meet Berg in a place like this. I never thought I would have two such beautiful wives.”

“…Where are you two from?”

Flint looks at me curiously.

“Didn’t I tell you?”

“…I haven’t had a chance yet.”

He looks carefully and asks.

“…It’s a secret…”

“It’s no secret. It doesn’t matter if I say it.”

At that, Flint nodded her head.

Then he told Ner and Arwin.

“We are from Batra. Do you know?”

Arwin nodded.

“…Isn’t that a rich city?”

Flint laughed.

“Yes.”

“So you grew up rich?”

“…”

Flint closed his mouth and looked at me.

You seem to be putting off your chance to answer me.

In fact, there is no advantage to revealing that you are from a slum.

There is a negative energy conveyed by the word “From a slum”.

As if representing this atmosphere, we were called various anonyms.

Cockroaches that eat anything.

The rats live day by day by stealing.

The bats stick to the advantage when the opportunity arises.

Fire dogs that fight over a single bone.

Of course, no one would welcome you if you said you had such a past.

Flint seemed to know that too.

Especially when my two wives are aristocrats, and the difference in social status is enormous.

It’s already far from being a commoner, but adding the word “From a slum” Makes the distance even more distant.

But I didn’t really want to hide this fact.

It wasn’t that I wasn’t worried that they might be against me again… But I still didn’t want to build a relationship with lies.

“…We’re from the slums there.”

I told my two wives.

Ner and Arwin slowly hardened their expressions at that answer.

Arwin asked.

“…A slum?”

“…”

I nodded.

“…I see.”

After a long silence, she murmured quietly.

It was Flint who seemed to know the rumors about us.

Then I would have known that my wives had been sold to me.

Perhaps that’s why, Flint raised the mood rather than paying attention.

“It was really hard then, right Berg?”

“…”

“I didn’t mean to be abandoned on the side of the road by my parents because I wanted to, hahahaha. Being ignored and beaten all the time… Ugh.”

Once he realized that his attempts weren’t working, Flint turned his back.

Seeing his foolish behavior reminded me of old memories.

“Yeah…But even there, Berg was always a friend I could rely on. Now that I think about it, you were amazing too.”

Ner, not knowing what he was thinking, asked Flint.

“…How was Berg at that time?”

“I was so reassured when I was on the same side. If Berg wants to be his person, he takes great care of it. I don’t just talk, I have a lot of affection…”

“…”

“…”

Ner and Arwin quietly listened to him.

Flint continued to work hard in a situation where the response was not returned.

“Yeah, but if it wasn’t his person, he would be cold-blooded, so I was misunderstood a lot.”

“A dump truck?”

Arwin asks.

Flint made another hasty excuse.

“Now, unless it’s on your side. If it’s on your side, you’ll take care of it. I mean it was like that at the time. Maybe it’s… Different now. Still, he was a friend I could rely on…”

As Flint continued to speak, Arwin gave a light laugh.

“…I think I know what you mean.”

And at that reaction, Flint let out a sigh of relief.

Unknowingly, being a noble, he seemed nervous.

“Still, you two are completely Berg people, right? I don’t think you need to worry at all. Does Berg take good care of you?”

Ner and Arwin looked at each other and nodded briefly.

“Take good care of me.”

Ner answered.

That’s how the first topic ends, and there is an awkward moment.

At the same time, Arwin said.

“Berg. I’ll be back first. Talk to your friend and come back.”

She seemed to be considerate of me and willing to give me time.

Ner, who had noticed, also stood up from his seat.

“Yes. I’ll be back too, Berg. Because I finished eating anyway. I was tired today too.”

I did not reject their consideration.

I also wanted to talk to Flint.

I speak to Ner who stands up.

“Ner. Feet…”

“I can go back alone. If I walk on my heels, it doesn’t hurt that much.”

“…Yes. Then…”

I turned around and found the crew.

“Sean, Jackson.”

Drinking alcohol, they stood up docilely from their seats.

“Please escort Ner and Arwin to the lodging.”

They nodded at my words.

Flint and her wives exchanged brief greetings.

“It was an honor to meet you.”

“Let’s talk.”

Then they leave the inn.

****

Arwin was just about to be surprised by the new information about Berg.

From a slum.

Now, he seemed to understand the image of Berg who had saved him.

This is Berg who laid down Gallias, who was the strongest among the Elf swordsmen.

There was ruthless cruelty in his movements.

I still can’t forget the image of him punching out after knocking Gallias down.

“…”

Until a year ago, Arwin had a negative prejudice against people from slums.

I have heard so many times that they are a dirty and cruel tribe.

I heard that people from the slums learn only to steal in order to survive.

But when I heard that Berg was from a slum… My first feeling was not that kind of rejection.

I felt pity.

He might have been because Berg was the target.

How hard must it have been for the body to acquire such movements?

How much did you struggle to survive?

He said that from the age of 5 he had been living in a slum.

At an age when she would not have received the love of her parents.

The fact that he has been growing up hard made his heart heavy enough to let out a sigh.

“…Ha ha.”

Beside him, Ner also sighed.

The two’s eyes meet for a moment.

But without a word, they moved on.

Suddenly, Arwin was curious about what would happen to the dragonfly.

Today was the day she slept with Berg.

But when Berg’s hometown friend, Flint, entered the inn, she was told by the innkeeper that she had no room.

Maybe Berg’s friend needs a place to stay?

Maybe Arwin didn’t know that she had to share her room with Nere today.

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“….”

She seemed to have to confirm that fact.

Exchanging proper greetings with Berg.

“Ner. I’m going back because I have something to ask Berg for a while.”

“Yes?”

“I’m going first. Are your feet hurting?”

And Arwin turned around without regret.

Berg’s subordinate, Sean, followed her.

Soon she entered the inn and found Berg.

Berg and Flint were having a conversation in an atmosphere that seemed heavy for some reason.

Berg finds Arwin first.

But Flint, with her back to Arwin, didn’t see her.

“…So.”

At that moment, Berg, who confirmed his existence, urgently calls his friend.

“…Flint.”

As if trying to cover Flint’s mouth.

But it was all too fleeting, and Flint opened her mouth.

As Arwin approached, he immediately heard Flint’s question.

“……Who about him?”