As expected, Cerulean didn't seem to like what I said and glared at me with a frightening expression.
At that moment, a squirting sound echoed behind me.
When I turned around to see what was going on, I saw Commander Savvis clearing his throat with an innocent look on his face.
"...Excuse me. It seems like something was stuck in his throat." (Savvis)
Judging from his appearance, I could infer that Commander Savvis had always wanted to criticize Cerulean's behavior.
This was because, although Cerulean had an attitude that seemed like it couldn't be helped to be ridiculed at first glance, he actually had a lofty content behind that attitude, and without realizing this, he reversed those who made fun of him. This was because he was playing in a manner that could only be described as being in poor taste, making fun of him.
No matter how much your behavior is that of a pre-adult child, he should be careful! It made him feel like nagging someone.
Despite this, no one had been able to reprimand him until now, probably because his backing was from the King.
As proof of that, Cerulean had a disappointed expression on his face when I praised him.
Without a doubt, he hadn't had many complaints or been criticized.
"Cyril, who is this knight?"
Cerulean complained to Captain Cyril with a dissatisfied expression.
Before I knew it, his strange way of talking stopped.
A clown's comments were considered worthless and were often ignored, but the polite Captain Cyril answered politely.
"Fia is a knight of First Order." (Cyril)
"A knight can’t just be a knight!! If you know Rüa, aren’t you a linguist or something?"
Of course, everyone knew that it wasn't like that, but Captain Cyril asked with a serious expression.
"Fia, is that so? I always thought you were a knight, but were you also a linguist?" (Cyril)
As an obedient subordinate, I deliberately put one hand on my cheek to accompany Captain Cyril in his play, and I got a puzzled look on my face.
"Well, aren't I a linguist?" (Fia)
Then, my expression completely changed, and I flashed a mocking smile.
"Of course not! I can only speak Rüa, which was within the range of my education!!" (Fia)
When Captain Cyril heard my reply, he definitely burst out laughing right in front of me.
Despite this, he quickly returned to his serious expression and said, "I'm sorry, but I think I had something stuck in my throat," insisting that his throat was just not feeling well.
Well, I wondered how far they were going to continue this farce, and when I looked at King Laurence, who was supposed to be in charge, he was staring at me with his eyes wide open, as if he was surprised.
As a result, I was becoming increasingly confused.
I wondered how much of this interview was just a game.
Cerulean raised his right hand and scratched his head in front of me as I tilted my head.
Then, he moved his entire body in an irritated manner.
As I was watching the scene, I suddenly noticed something.
Oh, Cerulean doesn't seem to be able to move his left hand.
Many people became clowns as a result of physical injuries that limit their career choices.
Therefore, it was natural that there were many clowns with physical disabilities, and it was not particularly strange, but Cerulean's unmoving left hand caught my attention.
Because a curse was placed on his left hand. It's powerful too.
Basically, the moment I saw a curse placed on him, a spell popped into my head.
Even when I saw a curse for the first time, I thought of a similar spell in my head, and from there I added and subtracted in my head and assembled the spell.
And, for the most part, there were no spells that I couldn't assemble at first glance... but for his curse, I couldn't think of a spell at all.
I couldn't imagine a solution.
It was the first time something like this had happened to me, so I stared at his face, confused.
Then, my gaze met Cerulean's sullen expression.
"...What is it? Is there something you want to say?"
"No... it's nothing." (Fia)
What does it mean?
I wondered if, over the course of 300 years, a powerful curse completely different from the one I knew had been created.
Or maybe my arm just fell off.
Either way, if I couldn't break one curse, my ability as a saint was still lacking.
As soon as I came to that thought, I felt depressed and drooped...
"Fia, what's wrong? Maybe you got depressed after Cerulean used abusive language to you?" (Cyril)
Captain Cyril, who noticed my condition, asked me with concern.
I shook my head to show that I was fine, but for some reason Cerulean's bad mouth ended up causing me to say that I had lost my energy, and Cerulean apologized.
"I don't have a hobby of hurting women. So... it was my fault that you lost your energy."
After saying that, Cerulean bowed his head.
Apparently Cerulean was cheeky, but he also had a cute side.
Author's Note
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