Transmigrated into a Female-Oriented Card Game C.323

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The atmosphere in the castle was tumultuous and urgent. Healers were busy healing the knights who had been brought in, magicians were strengthening the castles defenses, and servants were rushing to deliver reports from all corners.

Hmph, this is crazy. Should I freeze everyone but the two of us?

Dont talk nonsense, just stick close to me.

How close? This close?

Lydon chuckled softly and wrapped his arms around Cadels waist, pressing their bodies close together. Cadel pushed Lydon away familiarly and straightened his clothes. They arrived in front of the Emperors office.

No mocking the Emperor, no magic, no offense. Okay?

There are a lot of things I cant do. Is there another fairy as pitiful as me, darling?

I dont know. I dont know any pitiful fairies, but I think there is one pitiful human.

Lydon pouted at Cadels nonchalance, knocking on the door without so much as a glance at him. Lydon couldnt believe Cadel behaved like that and expected him to be quiet. His human was truly a greedy person.

Whether he knew Lydons dissatisfaction or not, Cadel opened the door as soon as the Emperors reply to his request to enter had ceased.

Oh, now I finally see the real thing.

It wasnt just the Emperor in the room. There was another man with an unusually imposing appearance. He had a rough beard that covered his chin and piercing green eyes. Old, wrinkled scars dotted his face and neck, and his piercing eyes gave him a wild, feral air.

A blue cloak hung from the strangers back. The uniform of the Guardian Knight Order. Cadel bowed to the Emperor, then shifted his gaze back to the man, who approached with great strides and held out his hand.

Im Ector Entirah, Commander of the Guardian Knight Order.

Nice to meet you, Sir Ector. Im the Commander of the Scarlet Scales Knight Order

Cadel Lytos. I know that.

The hands that met for a handshake were strong. Ector laughed heartily, shaking his hand vigorously in front of a bewildered Cadel.

How did you know my name.

The reputation of the Scarlet Scales Knight Order is well known outside the Empire. I was curious to see if the Empire would finally have an elite Knight Order, given the number of High Demons theyve slain. Im glad to see you here, though its a bad time.

Cadel, his lips twitching upward at Ectors merry face, glanced at the Emperor behind him, expecting him to explain how he knew who Cadel was. The Emperor opened his mouth with a small sigh to explain how this man knew his identity, but Ector was one step ahead of him.

Ector withdrew his shaking hand, lifted both of his cauldron-sized hands, and cupped Cadels face, looking into every detail of the small face as he spoke.

He really does look just like Master Jenga, Your Majesty! Could this be done by just changing his hair color and his eye color? Wed be in big trouble if he got noticed by mistake. Haha!

Thats enough, Ector.

What do you mean? Ha! The resemblance is creepy.

Ector studied Cadels face intently, oblivious to the shock on Cadels face as if lost in his own reminiscences. Dereks protests went unheeded, and as Lydon watched the two mens too-close proximity, a single thought raced through his mind.

No mocking the Emperor, no magic, no offense. But hes not the Emperor, right?

Take your hands off before I cut them off.

Ectors gaze slowly shifted from Cadel to the three ice spears hovering across from him, pointed at him.

He dropped his arms with a snarl at the sudden threat, and the face of the man standing by Cadels side came into view. He was a handsome man, with a face that seemed to improve ones vision just by looking at it.

Why are you flirting with my darling with that ugly face? Youre an eyesore. Its disgusting, so if you dont like yourself, just tell me. Ill kill you right away.

A murderous tone at odds with the sparkling face. Ector stroked his chiseled chin as he alternated between the slowly spinning ice spears and Lydons transparent wings.

Feeling as if hed been doused in cold water, Cadel quickly shoved Ector out of the way.

Since we just went through a battle, I think my subordinate has become a little more sensitive. I apologize on his behalf.

Is that really a fairy?

So is there a fake fairy? Are your eyes just for decoration? Should I just pluck out the ones that arent so pretty and get rid of them?

Whats with all the sudden outbursts? The tone of his voice was light and joking, but Cadel, who had been with Lydon for a long time, could tell that the moody fairy had become quite unhappy. Lydon, whose judgment had been warped by someone other than himself, was a tricky man to deal with. Especially when he couldnt be coddled and appeased to his hearts content.

Why, why is this happening, Lydon? Have you forgotten the promise you made before coming here?

Cadel tried to stop Lydons snide remarks by toning down his voice but to no avail.

What are you looking at? Stay away from Cadel. It would be better if you jumped out of that window.

Hmm, theres a big difference between hearing about it and seeing it. Not quite the fairy I imagined.

Is that in that bushy head of yours, the dirty brain that imagined me? Nasty! Get out of the way, darling. Im going to remove that brain and throw it away.

The good news was that Ector was also a commander-level listener. His ability to see only what he wanted to see in an opponent was also considerable.

Kahaha! I love the belligerent look on your face. With such a tall figure and a beautiful face, isnt the world so unfair?

Ector naturally pushed Cadel, who was blocking him, and approached Lydon. Did Lydon truly believe that no one could harm him, or was he confident that he would be able to block whatever attack came his way? As he approached the violent fairy, he lifted his head slightly, locking eyes with Lydon.

I heard that you saved Jeriels life in the battle that took place at the gateway in the past. Its late, but I want to say thank you. Hes my favorite subordinate.

I dont remember it.

Is this kind of grace unique to you alone? The more I look at it, the more I like it.

I dont want to be liked by you.

Would you consider joining my Knight Order? I promise you the best treatment.

Cadel, who had been listening to their conversation, ran a hand through his hair when Ectors eloquent remark made him pause.

Sir Ector. The conversation just took place.

Hmm? What is it, Sir Cadel? Are you afraid I might steal your subordinate?

Haha. You seem to have a mischievous side.

No matter what Ector offered, Lydon would never follow him. Not even as a joke. Even with that certainty, Cadel forced himself to squeeze between Lydon and Ectors narrow gap.

Are you coveting the talent of the Knight Order, of which there are few?

Then why dont you trade him for one of ours? That punk Sorin is becoming more and more inflexible by the day. Id like to trade him for this cheerful young man.

Swap Sorin and Lydon. Of course, if Sorin were his subordinate, he wouldnt cause trouble like Lydon, he wouldnt do things that would cause trouble like he did now, and the harmony of the Knight Order would be much easier. But.

My subordinate is not an object, and how can I trade him so simply? Lydon is my dear connection.

Huh? As a lover?

Lydon, who quietly hugged Cadels waist, asked in a more relaxed voice, but the answer came back from Ector.

Kahaha! Of course it is. You looked annoyed that I was showing interest in the fairy, so I teased you a little.

Ive never seen that look on your face before.

I dont know my facial expressions.

Ector chuckled and turned to Derek, leaving the two men clinging to each other like magnets. Derek looked at Ectors satisfied expression and shook his head slightly.

Fooling around in the middle of a war. Youre a good fighter, Ector.

Im sorry, Your Majesty, but perhaps its because Ive spent my entire life on the battlefield that today feels like just another day.

So, Cadel, whats the urgent information?

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