Volume 6 Chapter 49-2 Interlude - The Knight and the Young Lady III
"Lady Elaina, I must repeat myself: Sir Fried has ended his relationship with you. If you continue to cling to him, the Count family will have to reconsider our association with the Belmond Merchant Guild."
With a heavy sigh, the woman addressed as Lady Elaina murmured an apology and shuffled away from the gate, her footsteps dragging heavily as she departed.
"Wait, ma'am, just a moment──"
Hold on.
Luke started to offer to escort her home, but an unbelievable urge to urinate struck him.
(Seriously, that idiot Saint)
What kind of potion did she brew this time?
Luke's grumbling was incoherent.
It was because the urge to pee was so overwhelming that it stopped his thoughts cold.
Incidentally, if Catherine were here, she'd say, "It's your own fault for not following the dosage instructions."
Could he really deliver the young lady home in this state?
No, it was absolutely impossible.
With no other choice, Luke quickly excused himself and dashed at top speed to the nearest outhouse near the stables.
His bladder screamed in protest, urging him to drop his pants as quickly as possible.
Somehow managing to lower his trousers, Luke sat down on the toilet and exhaled a sigh of relief.
"That was close. Way too close. I was on the brink of losing my dignity."
Muttering to himself, Luke sat there sipping water from a bottle, tiny sip by tiny sip.
(by the way, that odd feeling from before... that young lady was...)
Judging by the atmosphere and Nicholas's tone, she must be the daughter of the Belmond Merchant Guild.
The clothes she wore were different from noble attire, but they were undoubtedly of high quality.
(when it comes to the Belmond Merchant Guild, they're the ones who handle trade in the Count Gardner territory)
He recalled basic information about the Count Gardner territory.
It was only natural to gather some information about the other party in advance, but to be included in such information meant it was undoubtedly a significant merchant guild.
(from his wording, it seems like she was pretty cozy with Fried's guy...)
Luke's train of thought was once again interrupted by the returning urge to pee.
"Can't be. I just went a minute ago..."
Luke cradled his head in his hands, but nature was relentless.
Once again, Luke found himself expelling a full bladder, but it seemed that alcohol and various other fluids were pouring into him at an astonishing rate.
Indeed, Robert had mentioned that during their tests, there were people who needed to visit the restroom every 5 minutes.
"That Saint is definitely a witch!"
It was Luke's own fault for not paying close attention to the warnings and ignoring the prescribed dosage.
Despite knowing he only had himself to blame, he couldn't help but want to whisper a few curses at Catherine for concocting such a potent brew.
Having managed to release some waste, Luke remembered Robert's words: until all that alcohol was gone, this nightmare wouldn't end.
(Tomorrow's agenda... wasn't it supposed to be joint training?)
Luke desperately wanted to contact Elaina, but he couldn't afford to skip training with both families watching.
(Ugh... I have to figure something out...)
A third wave of urgency hit Luke as he scratched his head in exasperation.
"No way. I'm done for now. I'll just sleep here tonight."
Overwhelmed by the unexpected effects of the potion, Luke temporarily abandoned all rational thought.
* * *
As Luke battled an intense urge to relieve himself, the Knight Brigade's festivities grew louder, while the dinner of the Hartfield and Gardner families proceeded in a more subdued manner.
In the shadows, Count Gardner's steward, Nicholas, was sneaking toward the mansion's backyard, glancing around cautiously.
Finally reaching the backyard, Nicholas looked around nervously as if searching for someone.
"Nicholas..."
Called from the darkness, Nicholas knelt as he recognized the voice. "My Lord, Sir Horace," he responded to the shadow.
Emerging from the shadows was a figure draped in a black robe, its hood pulled low over its face.
"Is the plan going smoothly?"
The raspy voice hinted at the age of the speaker, clearly an elderly man.
"Yes. Not a single misstep. The Hartfields will fall easily compared to the Gardners."
A lewd grin spread across Nicholas's face as Horace extended a skeletal arm from the robe's edge, warning him, "Don't become complacent."
"I've spent so long teaching them. Failure is not an option."
At those words, Nicholas trembled but managed to respond.
As Nicholas shook uncontrollably, Horace placed a hand slowly onto his back.
"Just do as you're told. They're clueless about the true power our missionary work holds."
Horace let out a sly chuckle before giving Nicholas a light tap on the back. "Go on now. They'll be welcoming you with open arms."
Nicholas ducked low and dashed out into the backyard, with Horace watching him for a moment.
Once Nicholas's figure was out of sight, Horace began to chuckle softly, his laughter blending into the night breeze until it was nearly swallowed up.
"Given enough time, there's no one my spells can't bring down. And this time, it's just a noble. In a few days, they'll be another one of my crew."
Horace, unable to contain his glee, suddenly looked up, only to vanish in an instant.
After a while, Roland appeared, his armor clinking softly.
"...I wonder where Luke got off to?"
Roland sighed with a wry smile; unfortunately for him, Luke was in the complete opposite direction of the backyard, near the stables.
"I wish he'd just said he was stepping out..."
The gusting night wind prompted Roland to think of Luke holed up in the latrine.
"Sorry, Luke. You're gonna have to stick around outside a bit more. Orders are to keep you out there."
Roland shook his head, deciding that he'd have to bring something to Luke later; after all, maybe he had gone a bit too far.
Around that time...
"Ah, seriously, I'm really glad it was the small one. Might as well give some to Randy next time."
Unaware that he was outside the mosquito net, Luke was already planning his mischief for Randy.
It was a rather meaningless prank for Randy, who couldn't handle alcohol yet.
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