Marriage With A Suspiciously Demure Husband - Chapter 27

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Chapter 27

The man boasted that his name was Carrion, that he was nobility, and that he operated a very large Guild in Tenegal.
Tenegal, which possessed the largest plains in Elkium, lay between the northern Sergal and southern Castellt—the complete opposite of Ferarium.
Since there was no reason to flee in that direction, there was no need to deliberately strike up an acquaintance with this man.
His boasting about being nobility was rather amusing.
In the first place, only nobility or wealthy commoners can establish a Guild.
Commoners are few enough to count on one hand—myself included—while High Nobility each possess at least one Mercenary Guild alongside their other ventures.
Today’s banquet brought together people with the same purpose; they avoided ostentatiously displaying what they were proud of, and because of that custom, names were revealed regardless of marital status. Of course, truly High Nobility wouldn’t attend such a gathering.
Even someone attending for the first time like myself could grasp the atmosphere—how could this man, who’d attended several times before, not understand it?
“Well then, shall we exchange pleasantries and be on our way? We’re bound to meet again in this world eventually.”
Even Dilan joined in, offering a courteous reply.
“We’ll probably be back at the Hotel around ten o’clock, right?”
“Most likely. Are you tired?”
“No, I just think Noah will be waiting. I should stop by the Rest Room shortly and send word.”
I spoke briefly with Nizelah without so much as glancing in his direction.
“It would be such a shame to leave without further conversation—might I ask the name of this beautiful lady? Guild management brings many difficulties, and I would be delighted to assist you. We could certainly speak further elsewhere, if you wish.”
That was when it happened.
An unpleasant sensation touched my shoulder.
It wasn’t just a touch—his fingers rubbed across my shoulder as if a spider were crawling across it.
The eyes of those around us immediately hardened, and the smile that had been rising to my lips died.
When I turned my head, the man named Carrion was grinning at me.
Not content with rubbing, he proceeded to grip it, his behavior growing openly aggressive.
With a sharp crack, Carrion’s hand was knocked away.
“Ugh!”
Before I could even move, Nizelah had struck his hand aside.
“Do not presume to treat our representative with such disrespect. And keep your hands to yourself.”
Carrion’s face hardened immediately as he clutched his struck hand.
I, who had been ready to spark lightning, felt my anger settle thanks to Nizelah.
“No, no—it could be a misunderstanding. I was simply trying to build a good rapport. Why are you being so sensitive?”
“Unless it is an emergency, assistance must be wanted by the recipient first. And that is not sensitivity—it is displeasure. It seems you have yet to learn that distinction. I suggest you apologize and take your leave. We have gathered here for camaraderie; it would not do to have a scene.”
In the end, Ted rose to his feet.
“What Ted says is correct. This is a gathering of Mercenary Guild representatives, not a marketplace. Creating trouble reflects poorly on everyone. You owe this representative an apology.”
When even Dilan joined in, Carrion’s face flushed crimson.
“Did I ask any of you for your opinion? I was just slow getting a response! Do you know who I am?”
With that, Carrion glowered at me with a reddened face.
Let me be clear: I said nothing and did nothing.
Yet Carrion’s hostile gaze was fixed upon me.
“You must be quite the impressive person.”
“So you finally deign to respond. Well, if these people here are going to be so rigid, what can I do? If you don’t mind, my lady, might we continue our conversation privately? I could share my operational expertise as well.”
I smiled at him knowingly.
“I’m afraid I won’t have time today. But look here.”
I pointed to one of Carrion’s shoulders—the same spot where he had gripped mine moments before.
“My shoulder? What—ahhh!”
At the same instant, Carrion’s face went pale.
“A—a—a Scorpion?! Ahhh!”
He suddenly struck at his own shoulder and began frantically searching inside his clothes in a panic.
The eyes of those seated at the tables went wide.
I simply shrugged my shoulders, the picture of innocence.
In an instant, the vast Banquet Hall erupted in commotion, and every eye turned toward Carrion.
“A—a Scorpion! Poison! Help! Get it off! Get it off! Someone help me! The Scorpion, it’s—ahhh!”
With a tremendous crash, Carrion collapsed to the floor.
“Why is he…”
“Ahhh! Save me! Not there! Please, please get this off me! A swarm of Scorpions!”
Carrion sprawled on the floor and began writhing and rolling about.
His hands constantly brushed at his arms and legs and face in a frenzy.
He kicked and flailed his limbs wildly.
Unable to bear it any longer, I raised my hand and summoned an Association staff member.
“That gentleman seems to be feeling unwell. Would you mind lending him some assistance?”
“I’ll have a doctor brought in to look you over.”
“Thank you.”
With that, the staff carried Carrion away alongside the servers.
“Director, are you all right?”
Nizelah asked me. I nodded, watching Carrion being dragged away with thrashing limbs.
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
The eyes of the surrounding guests gradually scattered, and soon the air settled into quiet.
“…that crazy bastard.”
“Why on earth did he act like that all of a sudden?”
Lam and Hermes shook their heads in bewilderment.
Unlike the other tables, ours had gathered people of particularly formidable presence, so I’d been slightly on edge—but fortunately, it seemed none of them had caught on.
Then again, Illusion Casters were notoriously difficult to find, and without being told outright, most people wouldn’t notice.
“Well, I’m grateful he left on his own. Trash has a way of collecting at these gatherings too. It didn’t upset you, did it? If we’d been anywhere else, I’d have thrown him out myself.”
Ted asked with a look of concern.
“It’s all right. He’d simply had too much to drink, I think.”
“Still, it was far too rude of him.”
Rena soothed me as well.
“Well, in this line of work you run into all sorts of things. If I worried over every incident, I’d never manage the Guild.”
At that, the faces around the table eased, and laughter rippled through once more.
“Director Hon certainly has a good-natured temperament.”
“Thank you for the compliment.”
I smiled and wet my throat with the remaining Champagne.
Nizelah muttered curses under her breath at Carrion’s departure and even pulled out a Handkerchief, dampened it with water, and wiped my shoulder clean.
Carrion would likely spend the night outside, struggling against thousands of Scorpions that covered his entire body.
Should’ve listened when everyone warned him to hold back.
It was entirely self-inflicted.
Carrion, who’d made all that commotion, either left the Banquet Hall entirely or simply didn’t return until we disbanded.
Thanks to his absence, I heard plenty of solid information about conditions in various regions.
In particular, I learned that there was a small town in Castellt perfect for escaping to—helpful for someone like me who’d been torn between emigrating or staying in a foreign land.

Chapter 5. The Illusion Caster and the Illusion Caster

The next morning, I met with Dilan again from the start of the day.
Late last night, I’d returned to the Hotel, spent a long time talking with Noah through the Communication Channel, and fallen asleep like the dead.
Unlike the first day, sleep had been deep, and if Nizelah hadn’t woken me, I’d have slept well into the afternoon.
Dilan, whom I met again at a nearby Dessert House, looked somehow more gaunt than he had two days before.
‘What could have happened in such a short time?’
“What’s wrong with your face?”
At that, Dilan dropped his head straight onto the table and groaned.
Then came a sound like a whimper from him.
“…never mind. Want to eat something? Should I order sweets?”
“No. Let’s just have some tea and go. You said you’re with the Knight Order.”
“It’s still morning, so what’s the rush. My salary’s pretty decent even if it’s not quite like yours as Guild director.”
At that, I let out a laugh.
‘As if I wouldn’t know.’
‘He’s the young master of the famous Marquis Banker Family, after all.’
“Then let me try ordering something.”
“Go ahead. Order whatever you want, anything at all.”
Dilan insisted cheerfully that I order anything.
“Oh, really?”
I raised my eyebrows and picked up the menu.

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