Killer King Against Fate!
Chp 21, Towards the party
Gilbert Store
"Young master is a kid so there can't be beer here." Erica sat in front of Olav right near Gilbert.
"It's still warm like it's just been burned." Said Hestia who was sitting near Olav.
"Young master always scolds me if the food isn't warm." Erica.
"It must be hard." Hestia.
Quickly their lunch was over and Olav resumed his work, adding carving the armor up to three hours long and his end was complete.
"Finally it's over." This time Olav did not scream.
"Why don't you yell boy?" Ask Gilbert who is certainly confused.
"Painting using materials is not my expertise, old man, but I do not want to have a handicapped work so I have to force my focus to my last point." Olav.
"I understand that." Gilbert said as he often experienced the same situation as Olav as a blacksmith.
"So is this over?" Ask Hestia.
"Try me to wear Erica." Olav.
"Good." Erica immediately used her because this time her aura was completely different from before her.
"How's it?" Asked Olav when he saw Erica using her.
Erica moved several times even brandishing the sword up to several times before re-inserting her sword.
"It's very nice young master, his voice is not too noisy though it is a little strong but I can feel the defensive power of this pilgrimage." Erica.
"It can make you immune to the fire of the salamander but if it's hotter than it I don't know." Olav also used the same armor.
"I don't think there will be any armor cooler than this young master." Erica said after putting up the tassels of the robe that covered her back to make her really look like a respectable knight even though she was actually a knight.
"I think so too." Said Olav using his long-sleeved robe that covered all his armor except the chest but that's what makes jya look like a high Hunter if his body looks taller.
"I didn't know you were so confident that high Olav." Hestia.
"Sorry Hestia this is all I can give you." Olav said he gave the wand he bought from Gilbert.
If you want to prioritize the gifts for whom, then Olav will prioritize Erica who has accompanied him for almost a year.
"Related for me?" Ask Hestia.
"For whom else, I can't use Hestia's magic." Olav.
"Thank you Olav." Hestia accepted it without hesitation.
"I didn't think you were as bright as it was to receive a gift." Olav replied to Hestia before him.
"The revenge of that one." Hestia said feeling ridiculed.
"Then old man, it's late afternoon we go home first." Olav said.
"okay." Reply Gilbert.
...
Nightfall.
Whether it's bad or good, but Olav's father came home tonight and this was the first time he came home two days in a row.
"What's the Father?" Asked Olav when Fergar was in a hurry.
"Oh Olav, what a coincidence, I forgot tonight was Bonar's birthday celebration, change my clothes immediately and throw my father into the party." Fergar.
As head of the Villea family, Fergar must be present at the event to celebrate Bonar's birthday which is also part of the Villea family.
"Why should I come, Dad?" I asked Olav not to like events like this.
"At least your face must also be there so that others do not always underestimate you Olav, just be prepared quickly." Fergar's voice ran towards his room.
"Tonight is my unlucky day." Olav said to his room and then used the clothes that should be used by the son of nobles when to the party.
Three minutes later...
"You're ready." Fergar said when he saw Olav was ready at the door of the mansion.
"Does Olav have to go?" Ask Olav.
'Dad and this kid are getting ready too soon.' Inner Erica.
"Maybe it'll be a little incriminating for you but I hope you can hold Olav back." Fergar.
"All right, father." Olav said according to anyone who knows getting luck from bad luck.
"Then let's go." Fergar said as a very luxurious horse carriage was parked before them.
"Mrs." Olav nodded and entered the carriage.
"Good way young master." Erica.
The horse-drawn carriage walked out of the gate of the mansion.
"They're gone." Hestia just came out.
"Related because the young master didn't bring you?" Asked Erica.
"No, I just want to see how Olav is dealing with people who are always mocking him." Hestia enjoyed such a moment.
"I'm confused whether you're sadistc or masochist." Erica said in a small voice.
...
A luxurious carriage was parked in front of his luxurious mansion on par with the main mansion of the Villea family but this mansion looked brighter at night and there were many people who used his well-deserved neat clothes being partied.
From the train came out a man in his thirty years with the aura of his good looks still emanating which can make all the aunt at the party look at him with love.
While the following is an eleven-year-old young master with good looks that are no less handsome than the father and his beautiful and sharp eyes look as if he can see the heart of every little girl girl who fell for her.
A mustachioed waiter immediately came to greet them through the red carpet like a world-class celebrity.
"Welcome Mr. Fergar Von Villea, we are honored by the arrival of the head of the family." His speech saluted by putting the right hand on the heart and his left hand which seemed to allow to go forward.
"Hm." Fergar only nodded briefly before walking forward in a follow by Olav
'Should you welcome me too old man's fucking mustache!' Olav seemed to want to scream when his existence was ignored.
The party was held in the courtyard of the mansion for some reason but the two of them still walked forward into the party area.
"Mr Duke Fergar it's an honor to meet you."
"Master Duke Fergar I'm the one you've seen falling in the gutter."
"Mr Duke Fergar my daughter is very beautiful, you happen to need a sidekick and marry my daughter."
"No lord Duke Fergar, the princess is too young for you to let my wife be your companion."
"My brother is just me."
Some people began to arrive to just greet or shake hands with duke Fergar Von Villea, let's just say some village chief and camat sir want to make a connection with the minister of state.