I Am The Commander Of The Second Male Lead’s Knights - Chapter 110
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Nina took a bite of the toast and gave Randell a burst of admiration and praise about it being perfectly crispy and really baked well, then he replied, “I’m really good at it.”
“I do experiments like this every day. Just check the moisture content of the bread and see how many degrees it needs to be baked to get the perfect bread.”
“That’s······such a great talent.”
Jack muttered involuntarily, picking up a pen and writing down Nina’s words, and soon asked.
“If the number of people is that much, can you tell me the male to female ratio? How far was the check of your radius?”
Nina answered one by one and after the interrogation was over she pressed her chin.
“But how do you get into that castle? Should I sneak in the middle of the people who bring the Sages’ goods?”
“There’s always a way to sneak in a place. But isn’t there a magic barrier in that castle?”
In response to Jack’s question, Randell said, “Of course,” and laid out things such as magical alarms, surveillance, and anti-break-in magic.
Jack squinted.
“We’ve got to get up close and take a look.”
“Yes.”
Randell nodded.
They decided to get up and move before dawn tomorrow, and after setting the night watch shift, Nina crawled into her sleeping bag and fell asleep.
-Is the Blue Stone Island sinking?
Huh?
-Yes.
It’s my voice.
Ah······. I’m dreaming again. It’s another strange dream.
Adrian was standing in the old barracks, reading my report, and I was sitting in front of him. He’s bandaged, did he get hurt?
– How did it go down? No matter how huge the bellacs are······. Isn’t it impossible to drag the island into the sea?
– Think of the island as not a piece of land floating on the water, but as a mountain in the sea rising above the surface.
I was ashamed of Adrian’s words. I thought the island was floating on the water.
If I knew that well, I would have been able to talk a little better.
-Then the mountain fell?
-Yes.
-What about Sieur Randell?
Adrian looked away from the report for a moment and looked at me. His pink eyes looked bloody in the dark.
– Of course, he was shocked. (Adrian)
– He would be. (Nina)
When I think of that good-natured Sage, I sighed.
No, why am I sighing?
Do you have to like people like Randell?
Unlike last time, even my thoughts in my dreams flowed into me. It was a very strange feeling.
– He must be crying in the arms of the Saint right now. (Adrian)
I was surprised at the sarcastic remark. But in my dream, I answered as if not surprised.
– Because the two get along well. (Nina)
– You think so? (Adrian)
Why are you asking such a question?
I didn’t know what to answer as I looked at the Duke.
Duke? Wow, look at the distance between us. What kind of dream is this?
Having not been answered, Adrian put his gaze back down to the report.
– The era of Sages is over. (Adrian)
– Even if the Blue Stone Island collapsed, the Sages were still alive. (Nina)
– Yes, but how good would it be if Sages can no longer be born.
– Sages won’t be born?
– Tarok is needed to control their power, and the material for making a Tarok is······.
The barracks door then clicked open and someone came inside.
No, why is it now! Young Master was about to say something really important!
– Seiur Randell.
It was Randell who came in.
He was a completely different person than he is now. With his glasses on, he looked exhausted. Even the glasses seem to have been repaired appropriately for cracked lenses and broken frames at least a few times.
His blonde hair was somehow faded in color, and his eyes no longer shone.
– Commander Luverne, let us go to the Blue Stone Island right now.
– That can’t be done.
At the stern words of the Duke, Sieur Randell took off his glasses while looking at him. I was so surprised that I jumped out of my seat, and he laughed.
– Then die, you bastard.
Nina’s sight turned white the next moment.
“!!”
Then Nina jumped up from her sleeping bag.
What the hell is that dream?!
“Nina? Are you okay?”
Nina nodded at the sound of a voice coming from the dark.
“Yeah, I had a strange dream.”
“What kind of dream did you have?”
“Well. A dream in which Randell appears?”
“What?”
He seemed surprised, then he asked.
“How was the dream? What did I do?”
“I think you attacked me?”
“······What? Then it’s a bad dream.”
“No, not me exactly, I think you attacked the Duke?
“······That’s an interesting dream.”
“It was like the real thing. More like a memory than a dream······.”
Was it not a book that she read but a dramatic movie that she saw?
While muttering, Nina sighed, pressing down on her forehead.
“I guess it was because it was so vivid. Why isn’t Randell sleeping?”
“I can’t sleep.”
And Randell quickly went on to say.
“If you’re going to say something that doesn’t make sense again like it’s okay not to like everything, you better quit right away. Because I’m annoyed with myself right now.”
“Prickly as hell, I see.”
Nina blinked and said.
“What do you want to eat?”
“At this time of night?”
“Don’t you know late-night snacks are the best?”
Nina came out of her sleeping bag, turned on the stove, and sliced the bread. Jack, who was standing still outside, slipped his head inside.
“What are you doing at night?”
“Any sugar and butter?”
“Look at this luxurious eater. Do you think there’s such a thing here?”
“Figures.”
A poor diet on a barren island.
Nina searched for ingredients, found some apples, cut them, baked the ham, toasted them together with the apple, and put them between the bread slices.
“Here.”
Randel looked at the baked apple and ham toast made by Nina with suspicious eyes and took a bite.
“It’s good, right?”
It’s a combination of sweet and salty since a grilled ham was added that combined with the sweetness of the apple.
‘It would have been much better with butter and sugar on it.’
Nina also gave Jack a piece. Jack said, “Thank you,” and went out to watch duty again.
Only then did Randell realize that he had barely eaten his dinner. After eating two toasts, he sighed as he drank a lot of cold water.
“I’m done sleeping.”
“What are you talking about? You need to be full to fall asleep.”
Nina laughed after saying.
His irritation subsided when he ate until he was full. Randell sighed again at the fact that he was also a one-dimensional animal.
Nina went back into her sleeping bag and looked at him as she leaned against her elbow, lying face down.
“Don’t you feel sleepy after eating?”
“No, I’m bloated.”
“You must have eaten too much.”
Nina giggled, Randell looked at Nina in the dark and said.
“That’s awkward.”
“What?”
“Brown hair.”
“Really?”
Nina slowly combed her hair with her hand. The braided hair was untied and was now wavy.
“I used to have brown hair.”
Randell frowned and said with a smile.
“Did your hair turn white when you signed the contract with Winter? Like a snow spirit?”
“Uh, it’s similar.”
Randell rolled his eyes.
“It’s true.”
Nina said with a smile.
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