Orsgadts
Fucking Eufrack!

Fiona drove the carriage casually. This morning he replaced Greg who was asleep in the back. Although Fiona knows that Greg is very tough, she does not want to risk one member of the entourage becoming ill from forcing herself.

Emune who was sitting next to him turned his head and sniffed. A ignorant smile appeared on his lips then he shifted his seat to be further away from Fiona.

“Do not comment. This is because you spilled perfume into the bathtub,” said Fiona reminded Emune of her pranks last night. The waiter had cleaned the tub and changed the water but the smell of the perfume was not lost. This morning he had also spent soaking for a long time but the smell was still the same.

“How many roses did you buy, Emune? The wit is full behind here.” Greg spoke with his eyes still closed. He had just woken up and was sitting cross-legged in the back. “Hungary. Any food?”

Emune turned to Fiona while grimacing. Fiona pulls Emune, telling him to take her place in control of the carriage. Emune's eyes twinkled. He was taught by Greg yesterday and now it's time to try it. Emune nodded as Fiona told him to relax.

“The path is straight. It's easy, speed like this only,” said Fiona directing.

“Good. I understand,” Emune said.

Like a seasoned sais, Emune handled horses well. For the first time he felt an important role, not just the passengers who always troublesome Fiona and Greg.

Fiona went to the back. He's bringing out supplies for Greg. A bottle of wine given by Rhea he put it on the bench next to Greg.

“Emune does not buy roses. She spilled a bottle of rose perfume into my bathtub. Does it smell so weird?” fiona asked as she extended her arm towards Greg.

Greg held onto Fiona's hand, kissing the back of her clean, soft hand with his lips. Fiona was surprised, when she was about to pull his hand Greg had already pulled him to sit next to Greg. Greg just knew that he was leaning on Fiona's shoulder and falling asleep again.

Normally Fiona would go berserk but this time she would be kind to Greg who was already desperately guarding her and Emune. Fiona pulled out the blanket she folded and placed it on her lap. Slowly he moved Greg's body until the man was now sleeping with his head on Fiona's lap.

Fiona smiled and her hand moved ruffling Greg's hair. This time he was so close to seeing Greg sleeping. His snoring was smooth and his right hand was crossed near his dagger belt, proof that he was a trained fighter who was always prepared for danger even while sleeping.

“Grag is still sleeping. You can, Emune?” ask Fiona.

“No problem. Hey, there's another train ahead. Should we pass them?” Emune immediately thought of a race for a fast-paced freight train. Must be good, he thought.

“No. Slow down, follow them. Don't get too close so as not to get dusted,” Fiona replied.

“I understand.” Emune shook her head to erase the shadow about the race earlier.

Emune enjoys her role as a train sais. He could see everything differently from the seat. The road becomes more interesting because he is more focused and aware of his surroundings.

Actually they can get to Eufrack this afternoon if they race the horses faster but Emune wants Greg and Fiona to rest first. Forced like anything, he will not be able to quickly reach Orsgadt while still with the two.

Splitting with Greg and Fiona is indeed the only way that he can shorten the route and time to Orsgadt but it will be very dangerous because Emune does not have the strength and ability to protect himself like Fiona. If he wanted to survive, he had to ask Greg to teach him martial arts and how to use weapons.

Today she wears the clothes Fiona chose in Galvey. He admitted, dressing like this is much more comfortable than wearing a dress. Greg very well had given him a leather belt that he could use to store his uncle's dagger. His appearance was now like that of a wandering young man.

The city of Eufrack was in sight. Greg, who had returned, soon reduced the speed of the train. He looked back for a moment. Fiona and Emune are still asleep.

The wine Rhea gave him turned out to be very hard. Greg suspects Rhea put some sleeping powder in it. He had a glass this morning and was immediately sleepy. Emune and Fiona who drank it this afternoon also fell asleep and had not woken up until now.

Greg knew Rhea was upset with him. Greg adamantly rejected her last night, even turning his face away as Rhea approached and was about to kiss her. Rhea, a woman with a beauty like a fairy is not easy to accept rejection.

They have known each other for a long time and there is a history between them. Greg knew for sure there wouldn't be anything good for them. Forced like anything, Greg and Rhea would not be able to be a lasting couple.

Remembering how he woke up earlier made him grin. It was noon and he was surprised to realize that he was sleeping with Fiona's lap as a head pillow. Fiona did not look embarrassed or shy. The girl gave him water to wash his face and drink. Emune turned out to be an impromptu sais during her sleep.

Everything was going well until Emune asked to rest for lunch on the small riverbank. They eat without talking. Fiona drinks Rhea's purchase wine and offers a small amount to Emune. Emune refuses, but Fiona forces him, saying that Emune must be able to distinguish alcoholic beverages from water and fruit juice if he wants to survive the trip.

Emune kissed the wine in the cup carefully. There was something that pierced his sense of smell other than the fragrance of fruit. Slowly he took a sip of the wine until it ran out and then drank a full glass of water.

Greg and Fiona laughed amusedly at Emune's behavior. Not long after, the two gdis knew that they had fallen asleep on the grass in the shade of a tree. As they did not also wake up after the three merchant entourage passed them, Greg ended up carrying them one by one to the carriage.

“Tiny girls!” Greg laughed out loud in the carriage while shouting.

News of the chaos in some cities seems to have reached Eufrack. At the front post two officers stood guard with a soldier riding with a full weapon. Every visitor is required to report and the head of the group is recorded by the officer. They are also reminded that the gates will be closed after dark.

Greg took the train to the first gate. A spacious courtyard was already prepared as a parking lot for the carriage and tethered the horses. Grek patted Fiona and Emune. Only Emune reacted and opened his eyes.

“This is where?” ask Emune.

“Eufrack. Can you get up and walk by yourself?” Greg held Emune's hand.

“Ya, I think I can.” Emune got up and tried to get out of the train car through the back but his legs stumbled and he fell to the ground.

“Aduh, sick!” it was slow because it was still sleepy.

Greg then carried Fiona and took Emune through the second gate. He did not care about the people who looked at them with strange looks. Fortunately Fiona wasn't heavy so Greg could look after the two girls at once.

This time Greg had only booked one room for the three of them. The room booked is in the front row. Greg is likely to be out all night so he doesn't bother to rent an extra room. Especially tonight he intends to give the security of the two girls to Proner who he saw had been sitting in one of the taverns near the second gate.

“Emune, sleep again. Fiona just leave it like that. Don't go out of the room,” Greg commands on Emune who is still half conscious. Greg locked the room from the outside and slipped the key into the room through a gap at the bottom of the door.

Emune looked at Greg's departure expressionlessly. He lay himself on the bed and fell asleep and snored softly.

Fiona wakes up with a dizzy head and nausea. He was vomiting and fever. Emune banged on the door from inside the room. He had found the key that Greg slipped under the door but in a hurry, his leg kicked it out. That was what made her frantically bang on the door while Fiona was lying limp on the bed.

The door was opened by the innkeeper, a dark-skinned and big-bellied man. Emune almost laughed amusedly as he looked like a leather pouch to store water.

“Whispering! You're bothering other guests. Lentz won't let you mess up,” hardik that guy.

“Lentz? Who's Lentz?” ask Emune astonished.

“I, Lentz Swaizz, this inn manager.” The big-bellied man patted his chest.

Emune didn't feel it was important to know who the innkeeper was. He has to take care of Fiona. “Sorry, my friend is sick and we are locked because .…” Emune stop for a moment. “Please, is there a healer here?” ask Emune.

Lentz approached Fiona. Her large hands covered almost half of Fiona's pale face. Lentz sighed.

“He drinks powder bed?” Lentz knows the difference between the signs of guests who are lying asleep because of drunkenness with those who drink powdered sleep.

“No. We drank Galvey's wine at lunch.” Emune stuck out her tongue slightly as it remembered the unpleasant taste.

“Hmmm ... The wine is still there?” ask Lentz.

Emune picked up a bottle of wine that was only one-third full. Lentz took it and opened the lid. Her nose was a tart when she smelled wine from the edge of the bottle's head.

“Sleeping powder. Don't drink this wine.” Lentz pitying.

“Rhea!” furious Emune. The beautiful woman must have put some sleeping powder into the wine she gave out of annoyance at Fiona.

“Give him lots of water. He also has to eat. I'll have the waiter make it for you.”

“For Fiona only. I'm not drunk” Emune refused to be said drunk. He only drank a little wine.

“You're not drunk but drugged with sleeping pills. If you don't eat and rest, you won't be able to go anywhere until the next two days.” Lentz ruffled her waist and pointed at Emune's sadistic face.

“Two days?” Emune's surprised. He did not want his trip to Farclere delayed. “Alright, for me too. Thank you,” said Emune finally.

Lentz out of the room. He picked up the key to the room that Emune had kicked and inserted the key into the keyhole on the inside of the door.

Emune looked down irritatedly at the edge of the bed. Sleeping powder? Rheas? She must be jealous of Fiona, Emune thought.

Greg finished his meal. He leaves Fiona and Emune to meet someone. Unfortunately, the man did not show up.

The waiter brought me a big beer. Greg was just about to pick it up when a big man passed by and nudged the waiter. The beer glass fell off and the contents doused Greg's face and clothes.

“Ma-sorry!” the waiter was scared.

“Nothing,” says Greg.

Greg wiped his face and wiped his wet clothes. He did not go up because such things often happen. The big man also apologized and told the waiter to replace it with a new beer.

After a glass of beer and a small incident, Greg decided to return to the inn. He was just about to get out of the drinking house when two drunk men hit him from behind and he fell into the street. Greg quickly got up and cleaned himself up. People laughed at him but again he thought this was a normal thing that could happen to anyone.

From a distance he saw the proner leaning against the pillar of the building opposite the inn where Greg and the two girls were staying. Greg kept going. Out of nowhere, the little ones running around while cheering cut off his path. Someone pushed him, someone elbowed him.

Greg still thought this was common until one of the children hit him hard until Greg collapsed and fell face down on a puddle in the middle of the road. It was fortunate that Greg quickly got up before being crushed by a wheelbarrow that was speeding away from behind.

Just this time Greg felt really bad. A persistent misadventure is not a good sign. He cursed in his heart and walked faster to arrive at the inn. A little more to the door of the inn, his boots on the left sank into a pile of horse dung.

While dragging his feet to clean the horse dung with street dust, he walked down the inn wall. He looked up and it was then that a window on the second floor opened and a bucket of water spilled over Greg's head. Greg no longer considered everything ordinary.

“Eufrack shit!” the cry was loud in annoyance while pointing towards the sky.