Estio Book 5
- Episode 10
Mubin, who suddenly looked at his wings, raised a question.
"By the way, Bernie Parker, you said you took a lot of delivery orders? Have you never been to the desert?"
"Yeah, in the desert..."
Parker paused for a moment before continuing.
"Because the merits of the Joining clan are of no use. You can't fly in the desert at all."
"Why?"
"Huh, you may not know it, but it is very difficult to fly through the sandstorm."
The strength of the Join family lies in their wings. With wings strong enough to fly in alpine areas, they were able to deliver deliveries faster and more accurately than those without wings.
However, in a situation where the wings get wet due to rain or when a sandstorm blows and sand gets stuck between the feathers, its strength becomes useless.
Parker sighed like a typhoon as he thought of the desert terrain.
"I can't even see well."
"Well, is it like swimming in muddy water?"
"I can't swim. I don't know, but it's worse than that. If sand gets stuck between the feathers, it's really difficult to wash it off! In many ways, it's not compatible with the desert."
Parker, who had been complaining about the inconveniences that winged creatures had in the desert terrain, said, "Oh my God," and looked back at Neju.
"By the way, would it be okay if Neju-sama accompany me?"
"What?"
"Uh, that's right, white-haired monkeys are originally a species that lives in winter mountains. Isn't it a great burden to just walk around in this weather right now, enough to be called a yeti?"
Neju, whose body was covered with fluffy white fur, looked very hot even pretending to be. She said that until now, she had followed Estio so casually, so she also sympathized with the move, which she wanted.
"Yeah. The racial differences are worse this way. The desert is a bit too much for the white-haired monkey..."
"It's okay. I can go!"
Neju replied coldly, saying, "I'll leave you alone here with the party." And she pointed to herself, blinking one eye.
"Neju, you're half human. Even when I was living in the snowy mountains, I got a lot of cold by myself, so my mother often hugged me."
Neju, who is still one of the youngest, remembered her childhood.
Neju is a mixed race of human and yeti, so the racial characteristics are mixed little by little. Unlike other yeti, she was particularly small in stature and was weak against the cold, so she could not wallow in her snow for a long time. When she returned to her cave trembling, her human mother would take off her coat and wrap it around her Nezu and give her a tight hug.
My mother's coat smelled like dried wild chrysanthemums. Looking back now, it was the smell of the warm spring sunlight.
"Oh? That's strange. So, I was able to walk around in the summer!"
"It's not sloppy."
Neju shrugged her shoulders. Just like other yeti could not stand the cold, the mixed race Neju had a lower jaw than other humans. She had such a positive personality that she didn't show her outward appearance, but Neju was in trouble all summer.
"I don't like the heat."
Mubin put his hand on Neju's frizzy hair. Her hair had grown so thick that her hands were dug out.
"How about brushing your hair when it's that hot?"
"No. It's embarrassing!"
"You can wear clothes."
"It's uncomfortable."
Nejuchi, who had always been naive, was quite rebellious. Mubin gave up on convincing Neju and took her hand away.
"I can't do it. Then the little friend will take care of it."
Neju nodded her head. Mubin, who looked at Neju with her unique gaze, turned to her market again.
"I'll have to look for things first. I don't even know what I need."
"I know."
Then suddenly there was a voice. He said in a tone that it was not a big deal for the fuel fighter who quietly followed the party while wearing a hood.
"I've been to the desert a lot. This is the fifth time for Turkeman."
Seeing Yeon-Ee-Rang picking up one of the familiar items on the market, the rest of the people thought it was a surprise.
Even in the midst of this, the remote and wide motion picture did not end with just thoughts.
"Hmm, the young lady who isn't even 20 yet is desert-el? What are you doing?"
"request."
After giving a cut answer, Yeon-yeon-rang, who glanced to the side, continued talking as if he was paying attention.
"If it's uncomfortable, would you like it politely, sir?"
"No, it's a situation that shouldn't be brought in right now. Please do as you do."
Yeon-yeon-rang roughly guessed why Hei was trying to hide the duke's identity and nodded his head.
'The nobles have a peculiar temper.'
Birang recognized this as a game of aristocrats who enjoyed wearing casual clothes.
Even in the hometown where she lived as a child, people with special status always imitated the lives of the lower classes. Her purpose was all different. There were those who were really interested in wearing uniforms, and there were those who went undercover in order to know the hardships of the people.
But most of it was a game. As a bird escapes from its cage, Yu-hee roams freely over a sturdy wall to cast off the burden of a nobleman's burden. Yeon-yeon-rang once admired it too.
However, there was a completely different reason for Mubin to hide his identity and act like a commoner.
'Because Estio is here!'
That was the only reason. At other times, Mubin also had no reason to pretend to be a commoner, even by disturbing the status system. Moreover, he was at least full of confidence that he would never be defeated by force against ordinary humans, not heterogeneous races. He wasn't the kind of person who would let Yeon-yeon-rang, who was the worst from the first impression, make a judgment call.
But now, as a guardian who carries out the dragon's orders, I have followed here. Your status, your strength, and everything in front of Estio is null and void. In a society where he is not respected, Mubin, the guardian, cannot be respected either. However, Estio did not want to be respected as a dragon. So, Moobin chose the side where he was humbled.
Following Yeon-yeon-rang, who knows the goods needed to cross the desert, the group toured the market together. They stopped at the hat stand where they just arrived.
Mubin rummaged through his hat and spoke again casually.
"You asked me what I was doing in the desert earlier."
Yeon Yeon-rang looked around at the frivolous peacock, wondering what else he was going to say. The wrinkle between the brows clearly showed how uncomfortable fueling is now. Seeing this, Mubin groaned.
"I mean, why did you have to do such a quest at your age? You have strong abilities, too? Even if you weren't in a guild, you would have been able to get a good position more comfortably and easily anywhere."
"that."
Birang, who had picked up a black turban, shuddered and shrugged his shoulders and shot it sharply.
"...that doesn't know."
"Yeah. It's okay if you don't want to talk. I'm not really curious."
"I'm not curious, why the hell did you ask?"
"It was because I was bored. And hey."
Mobin didn't giggle, but gently wrapped a yellow turban around Yeon Yeon-rang's head. Mubin lowered her posture close to her as if she was hugging her while she was doing it, and said in her soft voice.
"Are you even aware that the young lady is not very welcomed by this group?"
"......!"
"In order to resolve the original boundary, it is necessary to open up about one's own story to some extent."
Yeon-yeon-rang was the only one who heard what Moo-bin had to say. Estio wearing an eye patch couldn't see anyway, so he was waiting for the group to pick up everything from a distance. Neju and Tsuki were right next to them, and they were busy looking at the parka-ya desert market.
Yeon-yeon-rang looked at Estio for a moment and then turned her head.
A playful voice whispered in her ear again.
"Do you know? It's easy to cut someone you don't know well, but you might be hesitant when you know a story that will make you cry."
'lie.'
Yeon-yeon was sure. It was because, unlike her gentle hand that wrapped around her turban, at some point, the opposite hand of Mubin, which was on the handle of the sword, was visible. Moobin, who scanned her sword as if in an advertisement to get her to notice on purpose, gently lowered her hand before others noticed.
That's a threat. Yeon-Yeon kept her lips shut. She knew that as she had seen the weapon face-to-face. The opponent is a swordsman who can decapitate her at any time if he wants in this city.
The strength of the Battle Mage lies in its handling of magical powers. The reason why she mainly uses her long spear rather than her dagger to subdue a strong enemy was to intervene in her middle magic attack. But in reverse, it could also be a disadvantage. At a distance like now, fuel economy was absolutely unfavorable.
Seeing his trembling beige eyes, Mubin lightly patted her head wrapped around the turban. As her mileage Rang furiously fluttered her eyes, feeling that she had been made fun of, Mubin pretended not to know, rummaged through her pockets, and calculated the price of her turban from her merchant.
Yeonjunang, who was fiddling with the turban made of a fine yellow cloth like a nostalgic spring flower, cried out in tears.
"Hey, I don't need a present like this!"
"It's not a gift, it's prepaid."
"what?"
"The price of the hat will be given as an interesting story later."
Moobin smiled and went back to her master first.
"Come on, Estio-sama, let's go to the next place."
"Wait, why are you only buying me and you?"
"The rest of the guild is blessed."
Yeon-yeon-rang was stunned upon hearing this, but then raised her voice again.
"I'm wearing it too!"
She was also a member of the Ignis guild, so of course she was wearing a guild uniform. The guild uniform had special enchantments that not only provide waterproofing and thermal insulation, but also magic defense and physical defense, so she did not need to wear a separate desert outfit.
Moobin took the lead in the joys and pleasures, leaving Yeon-yeon-rang to be bubbly. As she followed him, Estio opened her mouth.
"Movin."
"Yes, tell me."
"......no."
Estio looked at Moobin, who responded immediately, and shut his mouth again. The wind made Mubin's face look vague, but he didn't ask any more since he didn't say more.
Estio struggled for a while between Moobin, who was humming, and Yeon Yeon-rang, who still had a bad expression.
'Can I just leave it alone?'
In fact, S.T.O was also fully aware of the fact that Moobin threatened Yeon Yeon-rang a while ago. Still, I decided to pretend I didn't know because I thought that it might be Moobin's own approach to relieve the hardened atmosphere due to the joining of Yeon Yeon-rang.
He covered his eyes with an eye patch, so his vision was completely dark, but a different sense sprouted instead. Even in the darkness where he could not see even an inch ahead, Estio knew exactly what was around him.
Estio Book 5
- Episode 10
Mubin, who suddenly looked at his wings, raised a question.
"By the way, Bernie Parker, you said you took a lot of delivery orders? Have you never been to the desert?"
"Yeah, in the desert..."
Parker paused for a moment before continuing.
"Because the merits of the Joining clan are of no use. You can't fly in the desert at all."
"Why?"
"Huh, you may not know it, but it is very difficult to fly through the sandstorm."
The strength of the Join family lies in their wings. With wings strong enough to fly in alpine areas, they were able to deliver deliveries faster and more accurately than those without wings.
However, in a situation where the wings get wet due to rain or when a sandstorm blows and sand gets stuck between the feathers, its strength becomes useless.
Parker sighed like a typhoon as he thought of the desert terrain.
"I can't even see well."
"Well, is it like swimming in muddy water?"
"I can't swim. I don't know, but it's worse than that. If sand gets stuck between the feathers, it's really difficult to wash it off! In many ways, it's not compatible with the desert."
Parker, who had been complaining about the inconveniences that winged creatures had in the desert terrain, said, "Oh my God," and looked back at Neju.
"By the way, would it be okay if Neju-sama accompany me?"
"What?"
"Uh, that's right, white-haired monkeys are originally a species that lives in winter mountains. Isn't it a great burden to just walk around in this weather right now, enough to be called a yeti?"
Neju, whose body was covered with fluffy white fur, looked very hot even pretending to be. She said that until now, she had followed Estio so casually, so she also sympathized with the move, which she wanted.
"Yeah. The racial differences are worse this way. The desert is a bit too much for the white-haired monkey..."
"It's okay. I can go!"
Neju replied coldly, saying, "I'll leave you alone here with the party." And she pointed to herself, blinking one eye.
"Neju, you're half human. Even when I was living in the snowy mountains, I got a lot of cold by myself, so my mother often hugged me."
Neju, who is still one of the youngest, remembered her childhood.
Neju is a mixed race of human and yeti, so the racial characteristics are mixed little by little. Unlike other yeti, she was particularly small in stature and was weak against the cold, so she could not wallow in her snow for a long time. When she returned to her cave trembling, her human mother would take off her coat and wrap it around her Nezu and give her a tight hug.
My mother's coat smelled like dried wild chrysanthemums. Looking back now, it was the smell of the warm spring sunlight.
"Oh? That's strange. So, I was able to walk around in the summer!"
"It's not sloppy."
Neju shrugged her shoulders. Just like other yeti could not stand the cold, the mixed race Neju had a lower jaw than other humans. She had such a positive personality that she didn't show her outward appearance, but Neju was in trouble all summer.
"I don't like the heat."
Mubin put his hand on Neju's frizzy hair. Her hair had grown so thick that her hands were dug out.
"How about brushing your hair when it's that hot?"
"No. It's embarrassing!"
"You can wear clothes."
"It's uncomfortable."
Nejuchi, who had always been naive, was quite rebellious. Mubin gave up on convincing Neju and took her hand away.
"I can't do it. Then the little friend will take care of it."
Neju nodded her head. Mubin, who looked at Neju with her unique gaze, turned to her market again.
"I'll have to look for things first. I don't even know what I need."
"I know."
Then suddenly there was a voice. He said in a tone that it was not a big deal for the fuel fighter who quietly followed the party while wearing a hood.
"I've been to the desert a lot. This is the fifth time for Turkeman."
Seeing Yeon-Ee-Rang picking up one of the familiar items on the market, the rest of the people thought it was a surprise.
Even in the midst of this, the remote and wide motion picture did not end with just thoughts.
"Hmm, the young lady who isn't even 20 yet is desert-el? What are you doing?"
"request."
After giving a cut answer, Yeon-yeon-rang, who glanced to the side, continued talking as if he was paying attention.
"If it's uncomfortable, would you like it politely, sir?"
"No, it's a situation that shouldn't be brought in right now. Please do as you do."
Yeon-yeon-rang roughly guessed why Hei was trying to hide the duke's identity and nodded his head.
'The nobles have a peculiar temper.'
Birang recognized this as a game of aristocrats who enjoyed wearing casual clothes.
Even in the hometown where she lived as a child, people with special status always imitated the lives of the lower classes. Her purpose was all different. There were those who were really interested in wearing uniforms, and there were those who went undercover in order to know the hardships of the people.
But most of it was a game. As a bird escapes from its cage, Yu-hee roams freely over a sturdy wall to cast off the burden of a nobleman's burden. Yeon-yeon-rang once admired it too.
However, there was a completely different reason for Mubin to hide his identity and act like a commoner.
'Because Estio is here!'
That was the only reason. At other times, Mubin also had no reason to pretend to be a commoner, even by disturbing the status system. Moreover, he was at least full of confidence that he would never be defeated by force against ordinary humans, not heterogeneous races. He wasn't the kind of person who would let Yeon-yeon-rang, who was the worst from the first impression, make a judgment call.
But now, as a guardian who carries out the dragon's orders, I have followed here. Your status, your strength, and everything in front of Estio is null and void. In a society where he is not respected, Mubin, the guardian, cannot be respected either. However, Estio did not want to be respected as a dragon. So, Moobin chose the side where he was humbled.
Following Yeon-yeon-rang, who knows the goods needed to cross the desert, the group toured the market together. They stopped at the hat stand where they just arrived.
Mubin rummaged through his hat and spoke again casually.
"You asked me what I was doing in the desert earlier."
Yeon Yeon-rang looked around at the frivolous peacock, wondering what else he was going to say. The wrinkle between the brows clearly showed how uncomfortable fueling is now. Seeing this, Mubin groaned.
"I mean, why did you have to do such a quest at your age? You have strong abilities, too? Even if you weren't in a guild, you would have been able to get a good position more comfortably and easily anywhere."
"that."
Birang, who had picked up a black turban, shuddered and shrugged his shoulders and shot it sharply.
"...that doesn't know."
"Yeah. It's okay if you don't want to talk. I'm not really curious."
"I'm not curious, why the hell did you ask?"
"It was because I was bored. And hey."
Mobin didn't giggle, but gently wrapped a yellow turban around Yeon Yeon-rang's head. Mubin lowered her posture close to her as if she was hugging her while she was doing it, and said in her soft voice.
"Are you even aware that the young lady is not very welcomed by this group?"
"......!"
"In order to resolve the original boundary, it is necessary to open up about one's own story to some extent."
Yeon-yeon-rang was the only one who heard what Moo-bin had to say. Estio wearing an eye patch couldn't see anyway, so he was waiting for the group to pick up everything from a distance. Neju and Tsuki were right next to them, and they were busy looking at the parka-ya desert market.
Yeon-yeon-rang looked at Estio for a moment and then turned her head.
A playful voice whispered in her ear again.
"Do you know? It's easy to cut someone you don't know well, but you might be hesitant when you know a story that will make you cry."
'lie.'
Yeon-yeon was sure. It was because, unlike her gentle hand that wrapped around her turban, at some point, the opposite hand of Mubin, which was on the handle of the sword, was visible. Moobin, who scanned her sword as if in an advertisement to get her to notice on purpose, gently lowered her hand before others noticed.
That's a threat. Yeon-Yeon kept her lips shut. She knew that as she had seen the weapon face-to-face. The opponent is a swordsman who can decapitate her at any time if he wants in this city.
The strength of the Battle Mage lies in its handling of magical powers. The reason why she mainly uses her long spear rather than her dagger to subdue a strong enemy was to intervene in her middle magic attack. But in reverse, it could also be a disadvantage. At a distance like now, fuel economy was absolutely unfavorable.
Seeing his trembling beige eyes, Mubin lightly patted her head wrapped around the turban. As her mileage Rang furiously fluttered her eyes, feeling that she had been made fun of, Mubin pretended not to know, rummaged through her pockets, and calculated the price of her turban from her merchant.
Yeonjunang, who was fiddling with the turban made of a fine yellow cloth like a nostalgic spring flower, cried out in tears.
"Hey, I don't need a present like this!"
"It's not a gift, it's prepaid."
"what?"
"The price of the hat will be given as an interesting story later."
Moobin smiled and went back to her master first.
"Come on, Estio-sama, let's go to the next place."
"Wait, why are you only buying me and you?"
"The rest of the guild is blessed."
Yeon-yeon-rang was stunned upon hearing this, but then raised her voice again.
"I'm wearing it too!"
She was also a member of the Ignis guild, so of course she was wearing a guild uniform. The guild uniform had special enchantments that not only provide waterproofing and thermal insulation, but also magic defense and physical defense, so she did not need to wear a separate desert outfit.
Moobin took the lead in the joys and pleasures, leaving Yeon-yeon-rang to be bubbly. As she followed him, Estio opened her mouth.
"Movin."
"Yes, tell me."
"......no."
Estio looked at Moobin, who responded immediately, and shut his mouth again. The wind made Mubin's face look vague, but he didn't ask any more since he didn't say more.
Estio struggled for a while between Moobin, who was humming, and Yeon Yeon-rang, who still had a bad expression.
'Can I just leave it alone?'
In fact, S.T.O was also fully aware of the fact that Moobin threatened Yeon Yeon-rang a while ago. Still, I decided to pretend I didn't know because I thought that it might be Moobin's own approach to relieve the hardened atmosphere due to the joining of Yeon Yeon-rang.
He covered his eyes with an eye patch, so his vision was completely dark, but a different sense sprouted instead. Even in the darkness where he could not see even an inch ahead, Estio knew exactly what was around him.
