Stray

“I picked some food that’s easy to digest.” Nemo picked up a bowl of soup, determined to put those messy thoughts behind him.
The sweetness of onion and the rich aroma of grease spread instantly.
There were pieces of bread floating in the soup.
“You have to eat something.”

“Wait a minute…” Oliver swallowed.

“I’ll watch you eat.” Nemo stuffed the spoon into the palm of his hand.
His tone was even a little stern.
“The two assassins told me all the fucked up things that Withered Castle did— Ollie, I don’t know what you’re thinking now, but if you’re still struggling about last night.
Actually, I…” he coughed, and his voice became lower, “don’t mind it, really.”

Oliver breathed a sigh of relief.
He carefully put the spoon into the soup and then sent it towards his mouth.
The warm soup rolled down his long-dried esophagus, even causing a bit of pain.

With a low sigh, Oliver put down the spoon.
He picked up the bowl and poured the soup directly into his stomach, almost choking on the pieces of bread.
Nemo hesitated for a moment, and finally obeyed his heart.
He leaned forward slightly and kissed Oliver’s nose soothingly.

“There’s no problem with Cross and Dylan for the time being.
We contacted yesterday,” Ann interrupted at the right time, thoughtfully ignoring the intimacy between the two.
“Just feel at ease, captain.”

“What’s the situation?” Seeing that Oliver finally had something to eat, Nemo picked up a glass of milk for himself and turned his head slightly.

“Dylan claimed that the fluctuations of abyssal magic was credited to the staff.
He acted innocent and was willing to cooperate with the Laddism Church’s investigation.
My God, you really shouldn’t have missed the expression of the Preceptor Bishop at that time— Cross went with him.
The elders of the Laddism Church won’t watch him slip away again from under their noses.”

She shook the gray parrot that she was carrying in her hand, but Bagelmaurus didn’t have any intention of waking up, so she simply gave up.

“According to the agreement, this bird and I handed over the prisoner and his confession to the garrison.
At least Oliver will no longer be regarded as the murderer of Mr.
Ramon… No, the murderer of Mr.
Lopez.”

“Will Mr.
Cross be okay?” Oliver took a big sip of milk and wiped the foam from his lips.
After these series of things, the news didn’t make his heart feel easier.

“Let’s just count him as our consultant.
Even if the Laddism Church wants to deal with him, there are a lot of formalities to go through.
Unless they can convict Dylan and determine they were carrying out some kind of malicious destruction…” Ann curled her lips, “So as long as there’s nothing wrong on Dylan’s side, Cross will be fine in the short term, but I’m a little worried about Dylan’s identity.
If he’s also a wanted criminal on the Laddism side…”

“…No, there should be no problem.” Nemo said dryly.
“Trust me.”

“They are going to Clementine in Alban.
The Pope of the Laddism Church is over there now.” The female warrior raised her brows.
“We can catch up.
Besides, Oliver wants to clear his name, and there are only two choices, the capital or Clementine… Speaking of Oliver, what crime have you been convicted of? Why were you taken by away by the Gatekeepers so quickly?”

“They decided that I was a Knight of Silence.” Oliver emptied the glass milk.

“Bah!” Ann’s reacted straightforwardly.

“He passed the test of the Knight’s Heart,” Nemo added quietly.
“To be precise, there’s not problem with the process of the Insular Court.”

Ann’s eyebrows frowned in the next second.
“Does he have a knight’s oath on him?”

“He…” Nemo picked a relatively ambiguous statement.
“He doesn’t have it now.
If he’s tested again, I promise there won’t be a problem.”

“It seems that you two are hiding a lot from me.” Ann rubbed her chin.
“Forget it.
It’s imperative to quickly wash away Oliver’s crimes.
Although I don’t know how you got Oliver out of the Withered Castle, Nemo— Unless you suddenly become the King of Alban, he is still nominally a death row prisoner on the run.”

“We’d better leave immediately, the sooner the better.”

Headquarters of the Mercenary Guild.

“Interesting, someone hired Horizon with a lot of money.”

“Horizon mercenary group.
Well, they are mercenaries,” an old man straightened his white beard and responded absentmindedly.
“Naturally employers will employ mercenary groups.”

“But most people don’t hire Horizon to do investigation tasks.
This isn’t a commission of a national nature, but a private commission.”

“…You can never guess what the rich are thinking, but it won’t be a boring task.
I remember you don’t like to take meaningless tasks.”

“Of course.
Let me see, let me see… Hmm.” The old man scratched his head.
“It’s an investigation request for a Black Chapter team.”

“To request Horizon to be dispatched, they should be at least a six-eyed spider rank, right?”

“No, this is the interesting thing.
It’s to investigate a snake rank team… Have you heard of Tumbleweed?”

The author has something to say：

Nemo: …

Oliver: I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have fallen asleep right away.

Nemo: …

Oliver: Sorry, I should clean up with you.

Nemo: ………No, actually, I don’t mind those.

Nemo: Uh… if you have to apologize, you’d better apologize for your technique, Ollie.

Oliver: …

Little Yellow Book* Theoretical Warrior Ollie√

*Refers to vulgar materials (aka porn and the likes).

For things like technique, it still takes a lot of practice to improve it!

It’s just that Ollie will only get stronger and stronger, so be enlightened, Mr.
Demon King (???).

——————

Oliver: You want to investigate?

Oliver: Okay, I was single last time, this time I have a lover—

Godwin: …You, go away.

Kinky Thoughts:

Practice makes perfect! Even the Demon King couldn’t bear the force that is Oliver.