Chapter 58: Dreams (part 1)

After disposing of the garbage knights and soldiers, the lord bowed his head to Ian and Syrah, apologizing profusely. 

“I’m sorry. I will ensure this doesn’t happen in the future. So please, have mercy…” 

“Mercy? What power do we even have?” 

Syrah smiled coldly, looking down at the lord. 

Seeing her expression, the lord began trembling, his body quivering as he leaned closer to the ground.  

“A couple wandering around at this time…both rare 3-star Summoners… Even though I’m in a position like this, I’m not stupid,” he muttered, his voice tinged with fear.  

The lord looked up at Syrah, his face pale and full of dread. “You… Aren’t you part of His Majesty’s special task force? Don’t you even have the authority to inspect and…punish?”  

“Ahahaha, my lord.”  

Upon hearing this, Syrah knelt down, meeting the lord at eye level. She stretched out her finger and placed it lightly against her lips.  

“Do you honestly believe something like that exists?”  

“Oh, no… I must have misunderstood…” the lord stammered, trembling.  

“Is that so? Then why did you act like that?”  

“Oh, um—right. I’m sorry…”  

Although his response was unsatisfactory, Syrah decided she was content with it and moved on. “Oh, by the way, we need to go to the academy. Was the carriage broken?”  

“Everyone, prepare a wagon immediately!”  

“No, that won’t be necessary. Can you prepare a room for us instead?”  

“Of course!”  

The lord nodded so vigorously it seemed he might hurt his neck. 

Syrah glanced back at Ian, a smirk playing on her lips. It seemed the issue of accommodation was resolved.  

***

The lord’s castle was lavishly decorated, so much so that it could put some counts and marquises to shame. 

Following a maid through the corridors, the group silently observed their surroundings.  

‘This place reeks of corruption,’ Ian thought, his expression neutral as he took in the opulence. 

It was evident that such luxury couldn’t be sustained by the taxes from this city. Still, they weren’t here to investigate; they simply followed the maid without comment.  

“This way,” the maid said, leading them to a room. 

To their surprise, there was only one bed inside.  

“Why is there only one room?” Ian asked.  

“Oh, the lord arranged it for the two of you,” the maid replied hesitantly.  

This so-called “consideration” was more likely an attempt to monitor them. Despite the suspicion, Ian looked over at Syrah, gauging her reaction.  

In situations like this, the woman’s opinion was crucial, especially in a society that placed significant importance on a woman’s chastity and engagement.  

“It’s okay. Let’s just go in,” Syrah said nonchalantly.  

“…If you’re fine with it, then so am I.”  

She walked into the room casually, and Ian followed. Once they were inside, the maid carefully closed the door, the hinges creaking loudly as if to prevent any sneaky exits.  

‘I don’t plan to leave anyway,’ Ian thought.  

His mind wandered back to Syrah’s earlier performance. She had boldly fabricated a story about them being part of the Imperial Special Task Force, skillfully deceiving the lord. 

Ian couldn’t help but marvel at how effortlessly she managed it.  

‘How can she be so calm about it?’ he wondered.  

Meanwhile, Syrah seemed utterly carefree. She wandered around the room before throwing herself onto the bed.  

“Ah—!” she exclaimed, sinking into the soft mattress. After wriggling around in delight, she suddenly stopped and sniffed the air. Her expression grew serious as she sat up and inspected her sleeve.  

“…What is that smell?”  

Sniffing the air again, Syrah approached Ian, grabbing his collar and sniffing intently.  

“Ian, don’t you think it stinks?”  

“…It probably does. Now stop sniffing me.”  

“No, really. I thought my nose was off. Could you help me check mine?”  

Annoyed, Ian tried to push her away, but she persisted. Growing frustrated, he gave in and leaned his head close to her neck.  

“…Well?” Syrah asked.  

“It’s faint. Let me check more closely.”  

Before Ian could react, Syrah grabbed the back of his head and pressed it against her chest.  

At first, he caught a faint, unfamiliar scent—nothing dirty or unpleasant. Instead, it was a fresh, subtle fragrance, almost like a natural pheromone unique to a w0man’s body.  

“Mmmph—muh-muha…”


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2 thoughts on “Chapter 58: Dreams (part 1)”

  1. So Lord gave them one room with one bed for 5 people? If Lord learned the 3 are summons then his reaction was too muted for a fact that someone has 3 summons. MC is dancing to Syrah tune like a helpless puppet. Will MC do something about this lord? Or will he be “it’s bothersome” and do nothing, like the lazy person he is?

    Thanks for chapter

  2. pasukan khusus?.. syrah acacia?… ayolah men… aku yakinbahwa penulis bahkan tidak memikirkan ide ini diawal penulisannya… bagaimanapun penggambaran karakternya diawal novel terlalu bertentangan untuk menjadi seorang prajurit khusus yang terlatih.. baik dari kepribadian awalnya.. maupun difakta bahwa dia bahkan tidak dapat mengalahkan panggilan tingkat 3 instruktur…. dan kalah dg mudahnya.. seharusnya dia punya lebih dari itu jika ia tergabung dg organisasi khusus….
    betapa menyebalkan… tidam bisakah penulisnya konsisten dan tidak merubah plotawal yang bahka belum terungkap?..
    jika tidak sebaiknya dia menambahkan plotnya secara perlahan.. supaya tidak mengurangi konsistensi alurcerita yg bisa berdampak sangat buruk

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