Dear Eddert - Chapter 36 - Belle Reservoir

Chapter 36
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On that day, Valtri held up a rod to Eden for the first time. While all the trainees were watching, Eden had to be beaten in her body with a whip.

“Do you think war is a joke? The only thing that death smiled upon are the unprepared. It is only betrayal that welcomes those who do not sense danger. Eden.”

“Father… ! Stop it, Father!”

Walter clings to Valtri and beg him. Even that selfish Cedric had to kneel for Eden.

“Don’t forget the pain of now, Eden. The pain of death will be greater than this.”

“I’m sorry…. I was wrong!”

“Sernotti exists only for the will of the Emperor. Only one person can determine the meaning of our existence, His Majesty!”

As she recalled the day Valtri first and last unleashed a great deal of rage, Eden suddenly felt a chill and her body trembled.

‘Ugh. He’s like a stuck-up old man.’

After witnessing with her own eyes how the Lord, who usually seems only mild, can change, it was natural for the discipline of all trainees, including Eden, to stand up sharply.

‘Anyway, it would be great if the preaching time could be cut in half.’

As Eden struggled to correct her posture, pinching her thigh, she saw Walter’s hand tapping the table lightly.

Tap. Taptap.

A knocking motion without making a sound. At first glance, it seemed to be a habit of concentrating on Valtri’s preachings and acting unconsciously, but it was not for Eden. Eden’s purple eyes twinkled and lit up.

[Today.]

When she was nine, she was imprisoned with Walter in a barn for a full week for stealing from Uncle Frank’s butcher shop. Being locked up at the age of running around would be painful to death.

After repeating the game of rock-paper-scissors, the game of making dice with their fingers, the game where they die if they don’t tell the truth, and the game of guessing numbers, they really had nothing to do. At that time, they made their hand signals.

Whoosh. Whopwhopwhop.

[Dinner menu.]

Eden’s eyes gleamed in anticipation as she waited for the next story. Their first hand signal was about food, and of course Eden’s idea.

Taptaptap.

[Goose Roast.]

Oh my god! Eden grabbed Walter’s long fingers and struggled to hold back her desire to cheer. Chef Katrina has finally caught a goose! When was the last time she oiled her belly with meat?

As soon as the summer was over, they had to prepare for the winter, and it seemed that she, who served only white chickpea stew and coarse rye bread every day, became generous for the trainees for the first time in a long time.

[To Aunt Katrina.]

Eden’s elongated hands began to move quickly with joy.

[I love her.]

The long middle and ring fingers lightly tapped the table three times. After clenching her fist, she extended her middle and ring finger and tapped the ground three times to indicate love.

[I will confess.]

The hand signal for confession is to rub the thumb firmly on the ground. Eden tapped the tabletop with her thumb several times. Walter clenched his lips, silently twitching.

It seemed that all of Eden’s sleepiness had escaped with this. With her mouth wide open and smiling softly, it was clear that her head was now filled with goose meat that had been roasted and coated in oil.

Walter’s lips, glancing sideways at the happy Eden, drew an arc a little higher.

With one person who can smile while giving and receiving stupid hand signals, even if he had to wield a sword that with no use, his body is sweaty and exhausted, and he has to listen to Valtri’s meaningless and boring precious every day. If they were together, Walter didn’t think that time would be boring.

Just like right now.

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