Chapter 101
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Translator: 8uhl
Chapter: 88
Chapter Title: 17. How to Look Good to the Star Candy Young Lady
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Just as we were about to move to free the villagers trapped in the chief's house, Harrison and Jose brought someone over.
He was tied up tightly with rope, and his mouth was gagged with something that looked like a sock. Ugh…
“He appears to be a survivor from Kintne. He was sniping from that rooftop.”
At Harrison’s words, Jose shrugged and said,
“His sniping skills were atrocious. Seems like every Tom, Dick, and Harry thinks they can be a sniper these days. A sniper rifle is such a delicate weapon.”
Jose had the right to say that. Among everyone here, except for Ethan and Vanilla, we were all amateurs when it came to guns.
“Mmph! Mmph!”
The man with the sock in his mouth, his face pale, struggled. Ethan, who had been watching him, swiftly struck the back of his neck, knocking him unconscious.
A subtle silence fell as our gazes turned to Ethan. He shrugged and said,
“He was being noisy. We’re going to interrogate him back at the mansion anyway, aren’t we?”
That was true.
“Alright then, Ethan, Harrison, and I will head to the village chief’s house. Can you guys manage to move this man on your own?”
At my question, Jose pouted with a disgruntled look on his face.
“I’m a man, too.”
“What man? You’re just a little thing.”
Ethan ruffled his hair roughly, chiding him not to get ahead of himself.
“Hey, what are you doing? We’re not that close.”
Jose protested to Ethan, glancing my way.
“Jose may have a pretty face, but he has a good build.”
Amy defended Jose, as if to reassure me.
Well, it was true that while Jose wasn't as big as Ethan, he was still tall and well-built. As an expert in handling various weapons, he must have had the stamina to match.
I nodded and said to Jose,
“I’m counting on you, then.”
At my words, Jose scratched the back of his head with an embarrassed expression and nodded.
Vanilla, looking indifferent as always, holstered the shotgun at her hip.
Amy narrowed her eyes, glaring at the flustered Jose, before turning to me with a lovely eye-smile.
“See you later, then, sis.”
Following Amy’s wave, Jose and Vanilla said their goodbyes. Seeing Jose effortlessly hoist the man sprawled on the ground over his shoulder, I turned away, reassured.
Turning around, I took in the sight of the ruined village.
Good grief, it was a complete wreck. Harrison held up the lantern he’d brought and said to me,
“Shall we go, Young Lady?”
“Calling me ‘Young Lady’ so diligently. How romantic.”
Ethan laced his fingers behind his head and whistled as he walked ahead.
Harrison didn’t offer a retort, but his entire demeanor radiated disapproval.
Ethan was certainly not the type of person Harrison preferred. He wasn't fond of uncultured people.
He once told me a story about a rude junior lawyer, expressing his displeasure. At the time, I had said,
‘I’m not cultured either. I don’t have any manners.’
And Harrison’s response was—
‘It’s alright for you, Young Lady. Because you are the Young Lady.’
I remember that incredibly biased answer.
Hmm, I suppose Harrison, along with my parents, played a very large part in why I grew up so spoiled.
Just then, Harrison suddenly spoke to me.
“I’m well aware that you have a fondness for handsome faces, Young Lady, but please remain vigilant.”
“Huh? What’s that all of a sudden?”
“And I do believe my face is superior.”
“Whaat?”
I was so taken aback by Harrison’s newfound audacity that I was at a loss for words.
Of course, Harrison was handsome. He was a different type of handsome from Ethan. While Ethan had a rugged charm, Harrison was more of the intellectual, handsome type.
After all, Harrison was my first love.
When I was younger, I was so devastated to learn that he truly thought of me as a little sister that I cried myself to sleep for nights on end.
Isn't that what they always say? That first loves are never meant to be.