Chapter 279: The Acquaintance’s Family, and the Two Women (2)

Indeed, Ivano had introduced Ilda as the upper daughter.

Then there should be a lower daughter too.

“Yes, if Elda…”

“Father! I finished!”

Just when Ivano tried to answer, a woman’s voice echoed in the corridor.

Looking, a woman of appearance exactly like Ilda who looked about mid teens was running this way.

“This! Elda! Unladylike!”

“Ehehe, sorry~.”

Jarda scolded in a loud voice not losing to that woman, and that woman stuck out her tongue and apologized without seeming ashamed.

“Sorry. This is the lower daughter Elda.”

“Elda.”

The woman introduced as Elda came in front of Ivano.

The face was exactly like Ilda, but the eyes a little larger, looking a little young.

Because of that, maybe, the coldness was suppressed a little than Ilda, and instead the cheerfulness came forward.

The clothes were a dress of almost the same shape in the same system color, and hanging decorations jangling was the same as Ilda.

“This is Freit. This is Asahi. Both I talked to you about?”

“Yes, Father. Please treat me well, Freit. Then… Asahi… sama…”

Elda bowed her head and greeted toward Freit.

But in front of me she greeted without bowing her head while looking at my face.

…Was she discriminating between Freit and me.

Well, Freit was the number one celebrity in this city, and I was a guy whose origin was unknown.

“Hey, Elda. Elda!”

“Y-yes! Father!”

Elda who was blankly looking at my face for some reason was surprised at Ivano’s call and shook her shoulders biku.

“What are you blanking about! Let us go!”

“Y-yes! Father!”

“Then I will excuse myself first, Freit, Asahi.”

Ivano who hurried Elda declined to Freit and me, and went up the stairs first taking Jarda and them.

Elda who went up the stairs last stopped midway, turned and looked at me.

But immediately she chased Ivano and them and went up the stairs.

What was that?

“Then let us go too.”

We also went up the stairs together with Freit and them.

…

I sat in the seat Freit instructed.

There the seat for one person was sufficiently wide, and even with the four Dules there was no problem.

Just, if left standing they would not be visible from the seat behind, so the Dules were told by Freit to sit them on the floor.

Rosina and Lilli were fine, but Sara and Lily would sit on the stone floor with bare buttocks, so I tried to spread my coat on the floor and sit them.

“Master, no good!”

Rosina who noticed that hurriedly stopped me, and instead spread the handkerchief Rosina had on the floor and sat Sara and Lily.

Unnecessary consideration, maybe.

“Thank you~.”

When Rosina sat on my right side she said thanks in the usual tone at my ear.

Surprised I looked at Rosina, she was smiling nikkori.

From the left neighbor Lilli was clinging to my left arm.

Pressing modest raw breasts, she guided my hand into the short trousers with the waist cord loosened.

Skillfully hiding with her own arm so not visible was as expected of Lilli.

I, to meet the expectation, fondled Lilli’s secret place.

In this posture I could not put a finger into the honey hole, but with index and middle fingers I pinched and played with the small fruit.

Lilli was desperately killing her voice.

She herself pulled my hand in so self-inflicted, I wanted to say, but Lilli’s expression was desperate yet somewhere loose, so maybe she was enjoying it.

Rosina who saw such Lilli also pressed her chest to my arm not to lose.

Unlike Lilli the abundant raw breasts wrapped my arm, and the softness and warmth felt good.

She tried to roll up the skirt to invite my hand to her own crotch, so as expected I stopped that.

In front of me Sara and Lily were sitting apologetically on the handkerchief Rosina spread.

But these two were also leaning on my both feet respectively.

From the side it would be said where is this harem.

Now, Freit who came to the arena together with me seemed to have a highest class special seat, or rather special private room, and went there accompanied by Lotte, Laura, and the escorts.

Ivano and them who went up the stairs before us had taken position further in the back than us.

When I looked at Ivano and them, Ivano and them seemed to look this way too, Ivano made a face that did not seem fun, Jarda with an admiring appearance, Ilda with an expression as if looking at something dirty, Arold enviously, and Elda smiled nikkori.

I softly sighed, and directed my gaze to the arena.

There several soldiers wrapped in the same armor and helmet were rushing about left and right.

Among them two soldiers held a wooden stake-like pole about twice the soldier’s height like a long spear, and stood in the middle of the arena.

After that, after a while suddenly a trumpet sounded.

“Everyone, silence.”

With the sound of the trumpet the spectators’ buzz gradually quieted, and with the voice of a man, probably Nikolaus the arena field head, it became completely quiet.

“Then from now we will perform the execution of the bandits captured the day before yesterday!”

When Nikolaus declared, cheers echoed from the spectator seats.

“Silence! Everyone silence!!”

After a little Nikolaus put out a voice large enough not to lose to the cheers.

Probably using the magic Nikolaus used when I fought here.

The large cheers rapidly became small.

“Then let us have the bandits enter!”

After completely quieting Nikolaus raised his voice that way, the arena gate opened, and from inside naked women led by soldiers entered the arena while staggering.

One was larger than the soldiers, and the other conversely small.

Looking well the large woman had a swollen face, and on the whole body whip marks and bruises, even to the point of split open cut wounds were carved to the degree normal skin color could not be seen.

Breasts one side was cut off, the other side swollen purple.

Feet one side was bent in an unrelated direction, and she was walking dragging it.

And as if painted into those scars, white mucus was attached all over the body.

The other small woman was not as bad as the large woman, the face looked more swollen from crying than beaten, and no wounds like wounds were found on the body.

Just, a large amount of white mucus stuck was the same as the previous woman.

Even so, that face, somewhere I had seen…

The two women were brought to the center of the arena.

During that various things were thrown at the women from the spectator seats.

“No! Stop! Stop~!”

The woman with few wounds raised a scream and was streaming tears.

The woman full of wounds said nothing and was bowing her head.

The two stood in the center of the arena had their hair grabbed by the soldiers and made to face up.

“You are the bandit heads, or close to that position, no mistake?”

Bonifatius the sampling judge who walked in front of the two asked the two.

“Wrong! Wrong! I have no relation! I was just instigated by these guys!!”

The woman with few wounds appealed that to Bonifatius.

“R-right… this one… is… the leader…”

The woman full of wounds, whether the inside of the mouth was swollen too, while unable to speak words satisfactorily protected the woman with few wounds.

“Hmm. But you two I hear were acting together. According to the spy, there were times you acted yourself, wasn’t there.”

“So that was being instigated by these guys…”

At Bonifatius’s words the woman with few wounds tried to deny, but whether thinking the odds were bad the latter half words did not come out.

“Then for the crime of killing nobles both of you to the stake piercing punishment, and expose for ten days!”

When Bonifatius declared that, the respective soldiers who were grabbing the two women’s hair made the women kneel.

Then pressed the face to the ground, and made the buttocks rise.

Behind the two women the soldiers held long wooden stakes and prepared in front.

Probably they would pierce from the buttocks and make stake piercing.

…Feeling bad.

“Iyaa! I do not want to die! Help me! Please! Help me!!”

“Noisy! Be silent!!”

The woman with few wounds raised a scream and rampaged, and the soldier roughly pressed the face to the ground.

“D-dadob, this one is the leader, dadob…”

The woman full of wounds too was desperately saying some words.

“Mu, right, with that face there is no meaning to expose. Priest, can you not heal it?”

Bonifatius turned behind and spoke to the middle-aged man wearing priest clothes.

“…Understood. Even for a little while heal the wounds and give peace. God’s mercy.”

The priest went under the woman full of wounds, and cast magic on the woman’s face.

The severely swollen face the swelling drew in while watching, and returned to the original.

And that face was…