I Was Summoned To Be Sold as a Son-in-Law - I Was Summoned To Be Sold as a Son-in-Law chapter 51

51 – Saint

“Cough! Damn it…”

Richari coughed harshly and swore once.

She lay on the bed made of crude straw and looked helplessly at the door.

That visit probably won’t be held until she dies.

“She wasn’t accepting that request…”

She, along with her two companions, was tasked with delivering an item from the Fodera Empire to the Kingdom of Peeris.

Because the shipment was so precious, the request was entrusted to them, the Platinum Adventurer Team.

She was treated like a junior knight from the Platinum level, so she was confident in her skills.

But due to a moment of carelessness, she fell ill with an infectious disease in this remote countryside where she was just passing by.

The basics of being an adventurer are to consume only proven foods.

But Rishari a few days ago…

“Rishari! How many times do I tell you not to eat anything!”

“Wow! The specialties here are leek soup and beer! When will we, who live near the islands all the time, get to taste something like this!”

Despite her colleagues’ dissuasion, Li Shari tasted local specialties every time she visited a foreign country.

‘Kalia and Jespar must have left the village by now.’

Her two adventurer companions.

They tried to somehow save the sick Lishari,

Realizing that she was hopeless, Li Shari threw them away.

“Let’s leave quickly. You need to wear diamonds.”

“What!?”

Calia retorted, but Li Shari looked at her fellow warrior with calm eyes that were uncharacteristic of her.

“It would be better for me to survive if you quickly brought me a disease-curing potion from the kingdom.”

In a way, it was a reasonable suggestion.

Healing potions only provide temporary relief.

The remaining road to the royal capital was quite long, so even if the party used up all their potions, they wouldn’t be able to survive.

If we want to have even a glimmer of hope, the two of us must quickly head to the royal capital.

In the end, Calia and Jespar left Lishari behind to visit.

There was no other way.

“There’s nothing you can do about regretting it.”

Li Shari lay back on the bed and closed her eyes.

Adventurers die a lot.

Of course, because we do a lot of dangerous work.

There are many different types of death, of course, including infectious diseases.

Because the entire continent is a stage for adventurers.

But she never thought she would win the prize.

“I wanted to at least die with merit in a war to protect the country, or die in a fight with a dragon, or something like that…”

Meanwhile, she is smiling bitterly,

-Sniff.

Suddenly, an alien smell wafted into my nose.

“W-what is it? It smells really delicious…”

The smell became increasingly stronger, and as time passed, it became a smell that stimulated one’s appetite to the point where one’s stomach started to growl.

“Oh, does it smell like meat?”

Li Shari got up from her bed, roughly putting on the round glasses she had placed by her bedside.

Although her body was heavy due to severe illness, I was drawn to her smell and approached her door.

‘You can’t open it… You can’t open it…’

She gave in to her scent, which was stronger than any food she had ever smelled, and grabbed hold of her doorknob.

Run it as is.

-Boom!

Li Shari was hit by the door that opened violently and flew behind her, rolling on her floor.

“Wow!”

“Rishari!”

“……”

What came in were two of her colleagues who she thought had left.

It was her warrior, Calia, who opened the door roughly and called out to Li Shari.

Monk Jespa stands behind her holding a wooden bowl.

Richari wiped away the bleeding nose and looked up at the two.

“How many times do I tell you to open the door gently? No, that’s not it. Why didn’t you guys go and come back!”

“Rishari, try this first!”

Calia took the wooden bowl that Jespa, who was standing behind her, was holding with both hands and held it out to Li Shari.

“What is this? Meat stew?”

Li Shari took the steaming bowl and examined its contents.

Slices of square-cut meat in translucent, thin soup.

And the leeks, cut into two-finger-sized pieces and placed sparsely.

It was my first time seeing this food, but it looked strangely delicious.

-Gulp.

‘This is the identity of the smell from earlier.’

“Is it okay to eat it?”

Rishari looked at Calia with a puzzled expression.

Something was strange. She was Li Shari, who usually strictly avoided eating outside food.

“But, you said not to stop eating…”

“Oh, that’s enough, let’s eat quickly!”

Kalia, who is usually stubborn, came out like this, so it must have been okay.

Besides…

‘My life won’t last long anyway, so what can I do? Maybe Calia is trying to treat me to something delicious one last time…’

Li Shari scooped up a piece of meat and a bit of broth with a wooden spoon that was half submerged in a bowl of meat stew and brought it to her mouth.

“!!!”

Her eyes opened wide, and this time she scooped up a piece of leek and brought it to her mouth.

The leeks must have been boiled sufficiently, as they became soft and separated into layers.

Along with the unique sweetness, a slight bitterness lingered in my mouth.

It would have been a bit salty under normal circumstances, but it harmonized well with the meat stew.

– In a hurry

Richari finished the meat stew almost as easily as he drank it.

“Big~~”

I shouted an exclamation coming from deep within.

“Puhup! As expected…”

“Huh?”

Li Shari tilted her head with a questioning expression as Calia suppressed her laughter.

“No, everyone who tasted this stew sounded like you.”

‘It was food that many people had already eaten.’

A question that suddenly arises.

“Perhaps Jespado?”

Did she, who usually used strange honorifics and maintained her solemnity, make such a vulgar sound?

“Phew! Cough!”

Calia covered her mouth with one hand and turned around.

“Whoosh! How are you feeling?”

Jespa, who was standing behind her, cleared her throat and asked Li Shari as if to divert her words.

“Huh?”

Richari only then felt that the high fever and body aches that had been plaguing his body had disappeared.

The feeling was different from when she drank the healing potion.

“Are you… Cured?”

The unpleasant sticky energy itself has disappeared.

“Uh, how…?”

“A nobleman happened to visit this village.”

Jespa, who had no right arm, placed only his left hand in front of his face and closed his eyes with one hand joined.

It was the etiquette used by monks in the western region when paying respects.

After a while, Li Shari, who heard the whole story from the two, got up, opened her door, and went out.

“Where are you going?!”

“I saved your life, so I should at least say hello!”

Kalia asks and Rishari answers.

At that time, my spa opened her eyes slightly and gave advice to Lee Shari.

“I have one piece of advice before you meet him.”

“What?”

When Jespa shows her eyes, she is very serious, so Li Shari stops in her tracks.

“He is probably a dragon from the kingdom that has been rumored these days. However, he seems to be hiding his identity for some reason, so please do not ask about that.”

Sorcerers have slightly different names in each country, but in the western region, where Jespa is from, they are called Yongin.

“What?! Soseo, eup-eup!”

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“I told you to be quiet!”

Kalia blocks Li Shari’s mouth as she tries to scream in shock.

“Eup! Clean it up! But that person has black hair? Doesn’t that mean everyone already knows?”

Rishari pushes Kalia’s hand away and asks.

“I guess commoners don’t know much.”

“Hmm… I guess so.”

Li Shari nods her head as if she immediately agrees.

Most commoners lead busy lives, even preparing their own meals every day.

Even more so in a wasteland village on the outskirts.

There is no time to worry about other people’s hair color.

“Anyway, I’m telling you this in advance because you might get excited and cause trouble to that person.”

It was obvious what would happen if Lishari, who was always very curious as a wizard, faced a sorcerer who was said to be the ancestor of magic and had the blood of dragons.

“Keuhum! Okay! So, is that done now? Let’s go.”

Li Shari cleared her throat, feeling a little stung, and left her room.

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Margrave Luau was in a very difficult situation.

‘Why is that person here…?’

At first, I was so shocked by the bowing people that I couldn’t look around, but when I looked in the direction where they were bowing, I noticed jet-black hair.

Since she was also a noblewoman, she naturally heard the story of the sorceress of the kingdom where she was kidnapped.

And he was indeed a saint.

One of the many names of a sorceress, one of them being ‘saint’ as they are called in the principality.

The very existence of a dragon is a messenger of God. Because of his blood, he is said to be a ‘saint’ as he is said to have been given power by God.

Furthermore, the seven people known to exist in the human world were all men.

That fact was also a plus factor in their mystery.

‘I was wondering where a person like a cult leader appeared, but the real one came out.’

Count Luau thought for a moment.

‘If that is truly a kidnapped saint, then it is not a secret act of thanksgiving from the principality. Then…’

“Yes, you! Who are you to act as a cult leader in someone else’s territory?”

Count Luau pointed his finger at Thomas and scolded him.

They decided to put an iron plate on their face.

‘First of all, we have to chase that guy out quickly.’

I had a bad feeling for some reason.

‘If this assassination plan fails, I will be discarded like trash.’

It is the instigation of the 2nd princess’s forces that currently hold real power in the empire. If you fail, you are finished.

But…

The residents of Riek Village looked strange.

‘Everyone should be dead by now…?’

Bodies lying on the streets had already been cleaned up, and people’s faces were turning red.

‘f*ck you! What is this…’

Just when she felt something was wrong, she heard a voice calling her from behind.

“My lord, I have brought you urgent news.”

He was an elderly butler who had served the family since his mother’s generation.

“Grandpa! Why are you here? What’s going on!”

I am dumbfounded by the old man who crawled on his own feet through a place where an infectious disease is rampant, but I ask him what is going on.

“The criminal, Khalifa Luau, is arrested on charges of inciting the assassination of the royal family.”

He suddenly changed from his usual country grandfather-like tone to that of a cold-hearted high-ranking executive.

In his outstretched hand, he held a round gold plate.

It was a secret appreciation plaque from the principality.