Reformation of the Deadbeat Noble

cided to figure out whose fault it was.

Judith was bound to claim her innocence, whether or not she started it.

It was much more accurate to listen to a third party’s words.

The man was that, but he was a bit different…

“You see that red-haired girl, I was looking at her, so I can explain it very well.
Her eyebrows were slightly raised and her fluttering red hair was so attractive that it caught my eye.
Oh! Are you colleagues? Sorry.
I mean, it wasn’t that I was staring or… ah, okay? Thank you, thank you.
Anyways, what was I saying! Ah! The woman quietly ordered a meal by herself and sat down, ah, she ordered a beer in the meantime? So…”

“… can we just skip to where the fight started?”

“Ah, sorry.
I’m a very talkative person…”

The man spoke the truth after Bratt urged him.

Shockingly, the fault wasn’t with Judith but the other side.

Judith was sitting and drinking her beer waiting for her meal, when three men including some rich man asked her to join them.

Of course, she refused but somehow an argument broke out and in the process Judith showed her silver card mercenary badge.

That was the real problem, the men started to say that she forged the badge.

“They are bad ones.”

“So rude!”

Lulu and Kuvar seemed annoyed.

However, the emotions Irene felt were different from theirs.

With a shocked expression, he asked Bratt.

“… is she actually controlling herself?”

“Hm?”

“She isn’t hitting the opponents but arguing.
The Judith I know is…”

“Ah, about that.
It’s because of my hard training on her.
You can call me a ‘Judith training expert’.”

“…”

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing.”

Irene shook his head and thought.
Not just Judith but even Bratt seemed to have changed.

He had the same noble air around him, but there seemed to be a bit of leeway added to him.

‘He seems to be enjoyi…’

While he was in thought, Bratt nodded and plunged into the quarrel.

Irene, who was with Lulu and Kuvar, also followed him.

Whatever the situation was, he didn’t want to delay meeting Judith.

“These bastards, let me show you! It will be very nice.
I think I should stab you in your belly and then you can brag that a silver card mercenary hit you!”

“Oh-oh, look at your rough mouth.
If not, are you that kind of woman? Not bad.
Quite attractive.”

“Right.
Exactly our master’s taste.”

“No shit, where did you learn to act like a dog…”

“Judith.”

“Ah, Bratt! How long was your bathroom break? Are you constipated?”

“…”

“Don’t answer, I need to deal with these men.
No, you are good with these kinds of people.
Words don’t seem to work on them.
Or maybe we should be prepared to get dragged out after… uh? Uhuh?”

Judith, who was swearing at them and praising Bratt at the same time, looked behind him.

Irene Pareira!

She screamed inside and walked towards him.
One of the three men stopped her.

“We aren’t done talking, but… euk!”

Judith grabbed the arm of the man and threw him away in an instant.

Seeing the man crumpled on the floor, the one who was called master, was startled.

‘N-No my escort…’

The person she threw was shy, stinky and a little tough, but how could a woman subdue him like that?

As he was thinking, someone stood in front of him.

A man with blue hair stood ahead.

It was Bratt Lloyd.

“Did you argue with my colleague?”

“… ah, no.”

The master, Cora Murray gulped.

It was weird.

An unknown sense of intimidation emanated from the young man.

Rather than intimidation from a swordsman, it was the kind of air which only revolved around powerful nobles.

‘No, why is such a person here?’

Cora Murray bit his lower lip.

He was the lovable son of the Murray family.
Feeling that intimidation, he said.

“It was because that woman over there said something unbelievable…”

“What did she say?”

“… she said she has a silver rank…”

It was really weird.

He is Cora Murray, the son of the Murray family, who doesn’t have to care about anything… still, meeting the eyes of the blue-haired man was difficult.

But thanks to his arrogance, he finished what he wanted to say.

“I see.
That was what you were wondering.
Then let me show it to you.”

“Huh?”

Cora Murray, who looked at him, frowned.

Is the man going to pull out his sword?

Was he threatening him?

Fortunately that wasn’t the case.

Bratt Lloyd.

“If you are the son of the Murray family, then you can fight, right?”

“Sure, but with whom…”

“One of us has to answer, but of course the red-haired one and the other could be…”

The blue-haired man pointed to Irene Pareira.

“The blonde one?”

“… Bratt?

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

“Prepare a stage for you and Irene to compete against each other.” ⁽¹⁾

“Oh-oh! What! Sounds nice!”

Judith smiled despite being angry.

Seeing that, Bratt laughed too, and Lulu, Kuvar, and Cora who didn’t understand, looked blank.

Even Irene was a little confused.

But then, like Bratt and Judith, he smiled.

‘Lance Peterson, these guys too.
They’re all the same.’

They were more like swordsmen than others, Irene nodded.

“I like the offer.”

He, too, seemed to understand the emotions of swordsmen to some extent.

Editor’s Note

⁽¹⁾ “You and Irene” meaning Judith and Irene, he switched to talking to Judith.