Interested in the One-Eyed Female General So I Joined the White Wolf Knight Order, but It Turned into a Harem?! - Chapter 55

Chapter 55

Chapter 55

Meanwhile, Shingen left the House of Lords and headed out to the town of York .

The sun had risen a little to the west . It’s a countryside town so there isn’t any extravagant shop . But there seemed to be shops almost everywhere . Few people walk the street at this hour but it’s still more than in Shingen’s village . Well, it’s a normal town after all .

Shingen simply walked around the town without having any purpose .

After finding out that the Ardesil military corps will be heading out here soon, he felt restless . Just like him, the town residents are the same . They looked uneasy and their expression stiff . Shingen could see that some of the people on the street are talking about what they should do in the future . Some others prepared their baggage to evacuate with their family .

Among such hubbubs, men with axes came out from one of the diner along the main street . There were roughly twenty of them, making it such an unusual sight . Apparently they are of the same profession as Shingen: lumberjacks . The lumberjacks went away while chatting to each other . Out of concern over what they are going to do, Shingen asked one of them as they passed by him .

[Hey, where are you guys going? Are you still going to work or something?]

[Whaay doya wanna no?]

With a weird accent, the person replied with another question . Shingen shrugged his shoulders, not knowing whether he had done anything wrong . Looking at Shingen’s reaction, another lumberjack explained in turn .

[Somehow, it seems that the new lord wants to build a house . Well, we have lots of timber around here . That’s why we got this sudden job . ]

[At a time like this… . ?]

With the Aldesir army closing in, one should’ve been doing something more beneficial than building a house . There will be nothing left on York but cinder and rubble if one lost this battle after all . As an aristocrat, one should’ve known that .

The lumberjacks continued to talk about dubious things as they walked .

[I don’t quite understand why she wanted us to do this, but damn the wage is good! Right?!]

[Yeah . It’s a good benefit for us anyways . Unlike other aristocrats, that female lord paid us good money for our hard works . It benefits us nicely, so who cares!]

（―――――――female lord… . ?）

Shingen didn’t know anything about the aristocrats in the town of York but he’s quite sure there was nothing left of them . After Shingen and co . took over the House of Lords back then, all the remaining aristocrats who opposed them were quickly annihilated .

[We’re not up against barbarians this time . We won’t be killed since we are from the same country . I don’t want to get implicated with the new lord so let’s finish the work quickly . There will be no problem if we get caught long after the work has been done . ]

As expected from a lumberjack . Their way of thinking is different from normal citizens . Their work is their lifeblood . This is craftsmanship .

[… . . by the way, that female lord, how does she looks like?]

Shingen asked since he’s curious about this unusual female aristocrat . The bearded man tilted his head and frowned as he tried to remember .

[I don’t know how to say it but she had this luxurious feeling around her . But whatever, it felt like we are nothing but dust in front of her . ]

Shingen already felt terrified since he could already tell who that was . It’s as clear as the blue sky to him . He’s been around her for quite a while after all… . Shingen pointed his finger at his right eye for further confirmation―――――――and the lumberjack immediately remember .

[Oh yeah! She wore an eyepatch on her right eye! A white eyepatch!]

[I thought so… . ]

[Do you know her?]

[Well… . somewhat . ]

The lumberjack took that answer as an affirmative . Since they are in a good mood, they resumed talking about their work .

As Shingen looked down, a middle aged lumberjack is unexpectedly looking at him . In surprise, he jerked his body back .

[O! Young man, you also work in the same business?]

[Eh, can you tell?]

[Of course I can! I already know when I first saw your face! Right?]

He asked for opinion of the companions next to him, which replied with a hearty laugh .

[Yeah . Cause you have the face of a poor guy! Ahahahaha―――――――!!

Damn you, Shingen thought in his heart while remaining silent . Also, what the hell was that with having the face of a poor guy?! Shingen wanted to defend himself, but never got the chance . The lumberjacks already went away, saying that they want to finish the job before sunset .

Apparently, they were here to have a lunch break .

[Lumberjack is it… . ?]

Shingen mumbled to himself . An image of those lumberjacks cutting woods floated in his mind . And at that moment, he felt the urge to help . Or should he call it vocational pattern? He’d been wanting to be useful for everyone . But everyone around him are self-sufficient enough not to need his help .

And so Shingen, who felt useless by himself, became a little lonely . It’s as if he’s just a mannequin . No, more like a favorite pet . It felt like he was onboard just because he resembles Maruto .

That’s why he’d been wandering around the town in search of something . Feeling that he could be of help, a smile appeared on his face . When he realized it, Shingen is already chasing after the lumberjacks .

He passed the wooden gate between the stone wall surrounding the town, he sent his sight to the mountain nearby . A lot of people are visible in the forest; a staggering view .

Dry chopping sounds could be heard every time their axes cut into a tall tree growing in that forest . The lumberjack raised their voice .

[It’s falling――――――!]

They spread out with those words . After a moment of waiting, the thick tree gradually tilted toward the now empty space while making a squeaking sound before it finally fell down on the ground . After the loud noise, the lumberjacks reunited to lower the logs down the mountain . That same sight is happening all over the place .

In the rural village where Shingen used to live, you can count the amount of lumberjacks with two hands . Here it’s different . The young men cheered with their voices . Sometimes in a rhythmic fashion . Unlike Shingen who had to chop the tree alone . It looked fun .

[Amazing… . I’ll go too!]

Shingen rushed to the mountain with glowing eyes .