By Zephyria 
Augustine revisited Eddie’s Inn after a long time.
Being aware that he was something of a celebrity, a hero and all, he made sure to visit early in the morning to avoid the evening rush.
Eddie’s Inn, which he hadn’t seen in a while, was still in its prime location in the central square, unchanged.
Well, yeah. It felt like a long time ago, but it really wasn’t that long, so there was no reason for the inn to have changed.
However, it was quite impressive to see a new menu advertised on the signboard, as if to prove its elevated status, and a notice that inn guests would be given priority when crowded.
When Augustine first visited, it was already making a name for itself as a rather unique inn, but it was small compared to now.
Despite the winter weather, the door was wide open, and Augustine, as someone who had caused an incident in the past, couldn’t make a grand entrance and cautiously approached the entrance, peeking his head in.
Why is the door open like this in this cold weather? As if answering that question, as soon as he passed through the door, he felt surprisingly warm air.
Sorcery.
It was quite high-level Sorcery, so Augustine tilted his head. This place is strange after all.
The Owner doesn’t look like a commoner, this kind of high-level Sorcery is casually displayed, and unheard-of foods are popping up all over the place…
Thinking that, Augustine looked towards the inn counter where the Owner would be, but the young Owner, who was his ideal type, was not to be seen.
Tilting his head, Augustine looked around the rather spacious inn, and that’s when he heard the voice.
“Haven’t we met somewhere before?”
Where did this old-fashioned pickup line come from?
Augustine couldn’t help but think that. He looked towards the direction of the voice and saw a man sitting in a seat that was not easily visible, hidden by a pillar.
He was a man with a plausible mustache, but his face looked quite young, making the mustache terribly out of place.
His blue silk hat, luxurious clothes, and way of speaking made it clear that he was a Noble.
Are Nobles coming to the inn now? No, but…
…Why is the inn Owner sitting across from him?
The man sitting across from him, probably Eddie considering the name of the inn, was exactly as Augustine remembered him.
Sparkling silver blonde hair and jewel-like light purple eyes, a flamboyant face that was more handsome than pretty, was looking at the Noble across from him with a look of utter embarrassment.
He didn’t seem very happy with the company.
Augustine unconsciously hid himself slightly behind the pillar. He didn’t know what the situation was, so he couldn’t suddenly intervene. There were hardly any customers, and all the staff seemed to be away, so no one noticed Augustine’s presence.
The Noble stroked his mustache with his hand, looked at Eddie with a deep gaze, and slowly opened his mouth.
“Indeed, the feeling is very similar…”
That was what Augustine had unconsciously thought before. That he resembled someone.
It was a fleeting thought, and the visit had become a rather embarrassing memory in Augustine’s mind because he had applied for a duel without realizing that his sparring partner was injured, so he had deliberately not thought about it and had forgotten about it.
“Ahahaha, is that so.”
Eddie was making an effort to deal with the other party, who was just talking nonsense with a smiling face.
“Ahem, well, I heard they sell pretty delicious food here?”
“Yes, it sounds like my own boast, but… we sell a lot of unique foods. Would you like to see the menu?”
“Hmm, well, it feels strange to be served by that face.”
Eddie seemed to be trying hard to get out of the situation, but the other party was like an iron wall, deflecting all of Eddie’s efforts and only saying what he wanted to say.
What a pain.
Augustine couldn’t help but think that.
Unfortunately, there didn’t seem to be any staff, and the man he had dueled with before was nowhere to be seen, so it seemed that Eddie was enduring this pain all alone.
But what does ‘that face’ mean? It doesn’t seem like a simple compliment that Eddie is handsome.
“Do you know? I’m not the kind of person who comes to a place like this.”
The pain doesn’t know that he is a pain, and the Noble was saying whatever he wanted, regardless of Eddie’s uncomfortable face.
Since he was a customer, and not just any Noble, but a Noble who seemed to have a high title, Eddie couldn’t just shake him off and was forced to stay and talk to the Noble.
“I know someone who looks strangely like you. That person had a very high nose.”
“Ah, is that so.”
“I followed him around quite persistently during my academy days. But he wouldn’t even turn to look at me.”
What’s wrong with being a man, everyone is secretly dating anyway!
The man was practically venting his frustration.
Even Augustine could feel Eddie’s face dying in real time.
He didn’t know why he was venting what he had suffered from that similar person to Eddie, but anyway, the man’s complaints about ‘that person’ were constantly pouring out.
Nevertheless, a subtle, unknowable longing, or lingering attachment, was dripping over, and it was clear who was the one who was more regretful, even though he was complaining a lot.
“I have a lot of work to do.”
Eddie attempted to escape once―
“Stay seated. Can’t you just have the staff do the work?”
The man blocked even that.
“No, I…”
“Are you, a mere commoner, going to ignore the words of a Noble like me?”
“…”
Augustine saw Eddie shut his mouth at those words.
Augustine was also from a commoner background, but now he was a hero, and even before he became a hero, he had never been treated harshly by Nobles as a priest of Saran in the temple, but even Augustine felt a surge of anger at that unfair sight.
In the end, Eddie couldn’t leave his seat.
It seemed that he had judged that it was better to endure, since he was a commoner and the other party was not just a fallen Noble, but a Noble who seemed to have quite a bit of power.
But where are the other staff who are usually here? Where did that man go?
Augustine was hesitant, wondering if his intervention would make things worse, but he looked around and the staff were still nowhere to be seen.
It seemed that no one was coming to rescue Eddie because the man was speaking quite softly, as if he knew that this conversation was not something to be proud of.
What should he do? While Augustine was hesitating, he saw the Noble suddenly grab Eddie’s hand sitting across from him. The eyes of the Noble man, who he happened to look at, were quite deep. As if caressing Eddie’s hand along with some memories.
The man’s rather large hand covered Eddie’s hand.
It wasn’t just covering it, but the hand that was caressing the top of Eddie’s hand began to caress Eddie’s wrist beyond his shirt.
It was blatant harassment to anyone who saw it.
Augustine, who had been watching until that point, couldn’t stand it any longer. Whether things got complicated or not, his beliefs as a clergyman were prickling at him, making it impossible for him to just let it go.
Moreover, he hadn’t recognized him at first, but as he looked closer, he thought he knew who the other person was, which made him laugh even more.
“Ah, this, this. I came here because I heard they sell interesting food, but to see such a sight.”
Augustine quietly came out from behind the pillar, smiling, and approached the table where Eddie and the man were.
The man jumped at the sudden appearance of Augustine and quickly released Eddie’s wrist, which he had been fondling all along.
But would that erase the fact that he had been holding and harassing Eddie’s wrist all along? It was like burying his head in the sand.
“Count Demays?”
The man practically screamed. He immediately recognized the priest with the intense appearance.
“Should someone who knows better be oppressing and harassing people from broad daylight?”
Augustine also recognized the man.
Count Demays.
Surprisingly, he was a Noble of the Emperor faction, and if he had to take sides, he could be said to be on the same side. Hearing Augustine’s words, which were as if he had seen everything, the man panicked and waved his hands wildly.
“No, Count Augustine. It’s a misunderstanding!”
“Then are you saying that I, the weapon and representative of God, am lying?”
“It’s a misunderstanding!”
Perhaps because he was quite flustered, the man’s voice grew louder and louder.
Augustine’s voice also grew louder and louder.
“I clearly saw it, but since when has groping and harassing someone without their permission been a misunderstanding?”
It was the moment Augustine brought the man’s lewd actions to the forefront.
Bang!
The moment Augustine raised his voice as if he was screaming, a door in a secluded corner of the first floor of the inn, probably connected to the backyard, opened with a force that seemed to break it. Or maybe it really did break.
Everyone’s eyes turned to the source of the loud noise.
A man appeared through the shattered door.
All dressed in black, a body that stood out due to his superior physical condition, and a face that stood out even more than his body, Augustine recognized him at a glance. There was no way he couldn’t recognize him.
It was that man. The opponent who had drawn out an unprecedented competitive spirit from Augustine before.
As soon as he saw that face, Augustine couldn’t help but think to himself.
He’s angry.
Although no expression could be read, Augustine could tell at a glance. That the other person was very, very angry.
Huh.
And as soon as he saw the other person’s expressionless face and skillfully read those emotions, he tilted his head in bewilderment, and the other person’s lips slowly opened and a cold voice popped out.
“Harassment?”