71 Episode 70-Crow and Night Encounter-.txt








You're back.


The disgusted look on Crow's face was already familiar, and she was already used to seeing that cold stare. Amelia went in front of Crowe and bowed her head again like yesterday.
On a night when they couldn't go separately because of Akira's orders, she was already in a spectator's position, wondering if the begging and ignoring would continue again, but today's Crow was a little different.
It was a night when I expected Amelia's humiliation to finally bear fruit, but my hopes were soon dashed.


I'm sorry, but I've got some business to attend to with the blacksmith and I'll be in the next workshop all day. You must be bored if you intend to stay that way all day. Make and bring lunch for me. You can use whatever you have in this house for food.


It was a chore to see what was being said.
The first thing you'll notice is the night's steely gaze, and Crowe grins and smiles wickedly.


'It's just a distraction to be there, so I thought I'd use it for chores this time. A good idea, if I do say so myself.


After saying that much, Crow quickly went to the next forge workshop with some kind of chunk of metal and a piece of demon that seemed to be the material.
The night sighs.


''What do you think, Miss Amelia?''


The night looked up to see Amelia just holding a purple vegetable that looked a lot like a carrot in her hand.
In her other hand, she was holding a knife that she had taken out from somewhere in her opposite hand and holding it ready.
The night of the quicksilver was also eye-rolling.


'Wait a minute. What is Miss Amelia trying to do?'
What? You're probably wondering what to cook, so I thought I'd cut up some vegetables anyway.


Amelia says with a nod of her head, and the night takes up the knife that was held dangerously for now.
There's no telling what Crow will do to her if she makes a bad noise and breaks something in the house.
Also, I'm scared just to imagine what will happen to Akira's face if he injures Amelia while Night is with him.


''Miss Amelia, did you rinse the vegetables lightly with water first before you chopped them? There's some sand in here. And we've got to get the skin off, too.


I must somehow keep Amelia from cooking.
No, it would also be fun to make the stone-headed Crow eat Amelia's food, which would probably turn out to be a ghetto, to relieve Miss Amelia of her previous humiliation.
And after thinking that far, the night shook its head no, no, no.
He remembered that Akira would be in trouble if he was made into a ghetto and really knocked down.


''Come to think of it, what kind of relationship do Crow and Yolu have?''


Amelia said to Night, who was carefully rinsing the vegetables, balancing herself exquisitely on her head to keep an eye on them.
At that point, he looked up a bit and almost fell off the night and hurriedly clung to Amelia.


'Yes, it's going to be a bit long, but are you okay? It's not much of a story.


I watched Amelia wash the vegetables and decided on a dish to make for the evening.
I start talking to her, giving her instructions on how to make it.


'That was probably about a hundred years ago? He regretted that he had rioted in the beast race territory even though it was the order of the Demon King. "''This wasn't a mission that required me to rampage until it was called Adrea's Nightmare.


Then I went to the cenotaph in the form of a black cat.
I don't know what I was going to do when I went there.
I just knew I was sorry.

That's where I met Crowe.

When the night arrived at the hill where the cenotaph is located, there was a visitor ahead of me.
It was a black cat beastman tribe, sitting in front of the cenotaph, calling out someone's name with a soulless look on his face.
At night, he quietly hid behind a tree, thinking that he was the bereaved family member of the person he had killed.


"Hey 'Adrea's Nightmare', you're in there, right?"


I thought it was just a well-timed delusion, but there was no continuation from the question, so it was time to step out from behind the trees.
When I peeked my face, the black cat beast race was looking straight into the night.


''It's been a long time, I was taken care of in the Demon King's castle. With that magic of yours, you shouldn't think that you can hide from me.''


That's when I finally realized that the beastman was one of the brave party who rode up to the Demon King and escaped with his life when he thought he was beaten without permission.


''Don't worry, you didn't kill my sister,''


He looked up at the cenotaph with his bright red, weeping, swollen eyes and muttered to himself.
I walked up next to Crow and looked up at the cenotaph as well, hoping that the night wasn't directed at me to kill me.


''What do you mean?''
He was killed. By the same beastman and royalty.


The night gasped as Crow said this in an emotionless voice.


'There were ships and wagons rescuing the inhabitants that day as they fled from the disaster-stricken Adrea. My sister was just one step away from getting on that boat.


Crowe clenched his hand gingerly.
His nails dug in and his palm ripped open, blood dripping down.


"And yet the idiot royals pushed my sister off the ship, saying, 'You're the hero of the heroic party, so let your brother protect you,' and they got on first.


A moan escaped from the gap between his clenched teeth.
His eyes were full of vengeance and sorrow, unlike the time we met in the Demon King's castle.


'I was in Ur then. There's no way I'm going to get there in time. My sister ended up dead under a collapsed building. She wasn't you. She was murdered by her own people.


One drop after another from the pitch-black eyes fell to the ground, creating a large stain.
The night stared up at the cenotaph.
Still, it didn't change the fact that Crow's sister was dead because of his rampage.
Many others had died because of their own instincts, too.


'I will avenge my sister. It may take some time, but I will.
"Yeah.


In the battle at the Demon King's castle, Crow and the heroes persisted to the end, which caused a great deal of damage to us.
I don't feel like losing if it's one-on-one, but I still want to refrain from joining hands with Crowe, who is obsessed with vengeance.
I responded curtly and looked up at the cenotaph for a while, and before I knew it, Crowe had disappeared.