Became a Hatchling of the Grand Duke of the North

87 – Rats in the Overflowing Sewers (1)

[I live thanks to all of you.]

The homeroom professor of anti-magical defense, Lapis.

She looked around at Lucia and the others and smiled softly.

[Actually, this store is a place I often visit. Of course, every time that happens, it’s crowded, so there are often cases where I can’t eat like today.]

[Then we got lucky, Professor? The first time I came, the seat was empty just in time.]

At Lucia’s words, Professor Lapis smiled lightly.

[Whoops, that’s how it is. Thanks to that, I was able to get a seat like this. The menu here is full of famous specialties even in the capital city.]

[Is that so?]

Come to think of it, the surroundings are full of people.

There were even occasional ones who appeared to be nobles dressed in a rather old-fashioned way.

Honestly, this is a shop that Princess Rachel, whose name is the royal family, knew in advance.

She must have worn and ate only the best and the best food, but it was certainly absurd that the level of the place the princess guided with confidence would be similar to her normal restaurants.

Professor Lapis, who was continuing the conversation soon, turned to the guardian dragon, Han.

[Looks like the Guardian Dragon is quite busy.]

Han, the guardian dragon, was busy emptying the plate.

It didn’t matter to him who was next to him or what conversation was going on.

Professor Lapis smiled softly at the sight of him.

She was very interested in the Guardian Dragon.

The dragons are the thinnest and strongest species on the continent.

To be able to face this great high-ranking species of Middle-earth up close, which is the only one in the world qualified to hunt demons from birth, is an opportunity that can only be described as luck in itself.

[Kiik?]

However, no matter how dull your senses are, you can’t help but notice if you stare at it so intently.

Soon after, Han noticed the gaze and raised his head.

I met eyes with Professor Lapis, who was looking down at him with a bright smile on his lips.

‘What is this guy?’

Jilgung. Jilggung.

Han thought as he chewed the meat endlessly with his mouth.

A woman who suddenly joined the group.

But somehow her face is oddly familiar.

Judging from her appearance, she seemed to have been seen somewhere before.

Suddenly, his gaze scanned her up and down as if searching, and soon it reached the point where she was a professor at the academy.

‘I must have been a professor. He said it was a familiar face.’

Han couldn’t even memorize Professor Lapis’s face.

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No matter how many times she faces her, she has gotten used to her appearance, but the dragon factor, born indifferent to her surroundings, does not make her remember what she does and what she does. Didn’t let

…Is it an illusion?

For some reason, her gaze, which is particularly focused on the guardian dragon Han, is cold.

It’s like she’s scrutinizing his whole body, should I say an observational gaze.

But soon she opened her mouth with a soft eye smile.

[Whoops. The Guardian Dragon is watching over me. Unfortunately, that is.]

Since the dragon’s indifference is well known even to the general public, it was not unreasonable for her to react this way.

[…]

Somehow, it was a strangely unpleasant sound.

The guardian dragon Han twisted her eyes and stopped her interest in her. He devoted himself to filling his stomach again.

Sure.

Professor Lapis secretly handed Han the dessert that came out for him.

[Guardian Dragon, try this too.]

[Key profit?]

Then, at once, Han’s eyes widened considerably.

He looked up at her, her eyes widening again.

This woman, maybe she was a professor, what was her name?

Professor Lapis smiled and added to the gaze that looked at him as if he was thrilled for a moment.

[You can eat it all. It’s okay if I eat something else.]

What? Could it be that he handed over his food?

‘It’s okay, it’s okay.’

The guardian dragon, Han, swayed his forepaws and expressed his intention to decline.

I tried to get rid of my lingering feelings by quietly putting out the plate.

It’s not like ripping off money.

But she didn’t seem to like it from her point of view.

Rather, she said with an expression as if she was appalled by his approach.

[If the guardian dragon eats it, this will also be an honor for me. At least there will be a good story that I will pass on to my family.]

[Key-.]

With her repeated permission, Han brought the plate in front of him again.

Guardian dragon Han glared at Yone.

Then she blinks her eyes as if wondering.

[…?]

‘Yes. Originally, this is normal.’

[Why is that, Guardian Dragon?]

‘This is normal, Yone.’

But the facilities.

That insensitive Yone didn’t seem to notice at all.

On the contrary, they were just looking at each other with a questionable gaze.

* * * *

The meal was finished soon.

However, in the case of Professor Lapis, who came in late, there was still a long way to go.

The group ate as slowly as possible to show their manners, but it was unavoidable that there was such a time difference.

Because.

She, Professor Lapis, immediately spoke to Lucia and the others.

[It’s okay if you wake up first. I still have to go see what I have to do here, so you can get up first.]

[That, but…]

[Really. I usually come here to eat alone. Wasn’t that the case even today?]

How long had it been since she sent Lucia’s party outside as if she was trying hard to tell them?

Suddenly, the noisy atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

The chattering atmosphere of the past was erased in an instant, as if a friend had added something to it, and what remained instead was a dreary silence.

Among the many people sitting in the store, not a single one spoke.

“…”

In that quiet space.

Professor Lapis, she looked around and then opened her mouth.

“The mercenary king, the mercenary king, they said… You really have a knack for creating this kind of atmosphere. I saw it again.”

“Is that so?”

A man wearing an old robe responded.

As she faced her opponent, her eyes narrowed.

The Mercenary King of the South. Winter.

Numerous titles for him were just titles proving that he was an outstanding strongman.

In fact, he was mentioned as often as the sword master of the north, swordsman Lucrezia.

Wolf King, the leader of the Wegrapher. He is an outstanding man who everyone acknowledges that he is that strong.

He took off his robe and smiled, revealing white teeth.

“I was surprised that someone recognized me. I was quite impressed.”

It’s beautiful. Purely.

Until now, Professor Lapis had been living, and he was a man with a beauty that was overwhelmingly superior to all the people she had ever encountered.

It was a funny expression that a man was more beautiful than a woman, but it was true.

Any woman would be enchanted at first sight.

But instead of being blinded by the appearance, she quietly closed her eyes.

She bowed her hand to her heart at the procession of this precious white-furred wolf king, who is said to be the only one born in a pack of countless werewolves.

“I wonder what the head of the noble wolves has been doing up to this point.”

At those words, the werewolf Winter raised his boots on the table.

Then he calmly moved his legs and turned his head to look in the direction of the owner.

“The owner.”

“Yeah-.”

“Please explain.”

Bang.

The owner, who had just struck the kitchen knife at the sound, raised a cool gaze and opened his mouth to Professor Lapis.

“It was commissioned by the imperial family. It’s because the knight commander is friendly with Winter.”

It was a strange sound.

Professor Lapis’s eyes gathered. She had only thought that the owner of this store was just an ordinary person.

“…Could it be that the owner of this shop was also one of the same?”

“No, not that. Actually, I’m a Royal Guard Knight belonging to the Imperial Family. Shop work is just a pastime I do as a hobby after work. It just happened to work out by chance and I had no choice but to keep doing it.”

“…”

…Somehow, it was said that his muscles were exceptionally great.

For an ordinary person, there was a corner where unusual spirit flowed out.

It was then.

“Hey, Mercenary King.”

“What is it?”

The eyes of the store owner and the mercenary king, Winter, met.

He slammed the cleaver again and continued his words.

“Today, because of you guys, the business went bankrupt and we lost all the customers, so we have to make sure we pay for the charter.”

“Yes, I will pay as much as I can.”

Winter let out a chuckle. He’s also a pretty famous refusal.

Although not as much as the merchants, the real rich people of the empire, the mercenary king is a position worth its name alone.

“How much is it?”