(WEB NOVEL): Under the Oak Tree - Chapter 84 – A Constant Blame 1
Part 84 – A Constant Blame (1)
Max gulped suddenly that the food nearly went down some unacceptable line. The
man before her gazed at her with an unconventional sparkle coming from his
blue-dark eyes, which up to this point, have consistently appeared to be brimming with
Cold perspiration began to break out on Max’ brow.
In the event that she says she was unable to do it, at that point it will appear as though she was willing
to be considered as an imbecile before the knights who have been disregarding
her as though she were a finished outsider to them and shameful of their
time. On the off chance that she says she can do it, nonetheless, she feels that her future here
will be brimming with difficulties.
Max couldn’t settle on either courses of activities as both appeared
similarly terrible, so she rather chose to keep away from his eyes and trusted they
would change the subject by claiming to be diverted by the soup she was
eating. Be that as it may, Ruth connected and obstructed her perspective on the food. At
that second she was gotten again as his thin eyes penetrated hers.
“… Is it alright to repay this way?”
“I-I’m insufficient to support you… ” Max honestly trusted to
“I know. I wouldn’t inquire as to whether it wasn’t a circumstance that I could
handle all alone.” He reacted as he peered down.
Max felt a weak craving to support him, seeing the wizard look so melancholy
prior to her. As she took a gander at him with melancholy eyes, maybe he
detected her gazes and took a gander at her then as well. Having been gotten, Max
fixed her back and pretended impassion.
“You haven’t failed to remember that I helped you both really and
profoundly, have you?” The wizard out of nowhere talked and Max set her
“N-No. Be that as it may, I truly can’t… ” Max began to dissent – she could
not assist him with night on the off chance that she needed to. In addition to the fact that she lacked the capacity to,
in any case, she likewise doesn’t have the foggiest idea what sort of hellfire she would need to confront if
she planned to do as such. The wizard’s pickiness was genuinely uncommon,
also, very disturbing. Max tried not to take a gander at the wizard’s face, while
Ruth drew nearer to her like a parasite.
“You should simply sort out basic records and counts. It’s
a simple activity, in any event, for you.” The wizard advised her and Max
“Hello, wizard… Don’t go excessively far. It’s insolent to the
The knight with them, who was claiming not to hear any of their
discussion and was just keen on eating, at long last participate.
Max felt that on the off chance that she denied the wizard, she would be censured as an
careless individual and would hear this snarky name at whatever point she
experienced him. She was certain that was what this erratic wizard would
do to her in the event that she rejected him.
Additionally, she felt that at some point or another she would need to chomp the
slug and would not have the option to keep away from it until the end of time. Out of her brains, she
at long last reacted with a gesture and the dislike Ruth’s face turned potential gain
downward on observing this. He at that point contacted take a portion of his potatoes
what’s more, kept those on her plate as an indication of generosity.
“I won’t fail to remember this elegance.” The wizard advised her appreciatively. Max
addressed him with a tight lipped smile.
“… You folks probably gotten very near one another during the
times you have spent together.” Hebaron, the massive knight who was
as yet tuning in to their discussion, unexpectedly commented. He at that point came to
out to take care of the of his head as though hanging tight for the ramifications of
his words to soak in. Max dithered and addressed cautiously and went to
“H-He offered me guidance on improving the mansion.”
“Aha… ” Hebaron responded fumblingly as he took a major nibble
off the bread and gave them a smart look. Max excused her restless
musings at Hebaron’s almost indifferent demeanor towards her and
attempted to complete her dinner in harmony. In any case, the quietness encompassing them was
by and by split when Hebaron spoke up.
“The stronghold has gotten very satisfying to see.” He let them know, and
Max laiborously swallowed her food prior to reacting.
“Ok… Th-Thank you.”
The man danced his eyes around the room as though attempting to take in the
see. His purposeful demonstrations of investigation looked off-kilter to Max, and she as well
was beginning to feel awkward with him. It’s been quite a while
since Max and Hebaron knew of one another, yet all things considered, they had never
officially traded presentations and just ever observed each other in passing.
Max didn’t feel great to talk with Hebaron so coolly – they
were still outsiders all things considered, so Max chose to simply follow his look as
he actually checked out the room. For some time they stayed in an
anguishing quiet. Before long, the knights who had wrapped up eating their food
had started to leave their seats, individually they preceded her and bowed
their heads in regard, at that point left from the eatery.
Max peered down on her soup bowl, it appears to her, the food looked rather
“The Remdragon Knights were unreasonable. Indeed, even with that mentality, I could
not help yet think.” Max was alarmed by Ruth’s revelation and
gone to take a gander at the last mentioned. Ruth appeared to not have seen this and
proceeded with the discourse in a sharp way, while dunking the bread in the
“This undertaking was the occasion to toss the heaviness of
the Remdragon Knights over the mainland if the outcome was ideal,
however, had it blundered on the opposite site, they would have taken a
annihilating hit to their pride.”
Ruth’s eyes at that point blurred, as though he were presently caught in some spot
far away. “The Red Dragon was that terrifying. Three or four knights
would have been slaughtered without Lord Calypse. Truth be told, there are those
who were exceptionally near death in those days. One of them was
Lord Calypse himself, as he battled on the forefronts and ran into each other
with death a few times.”
Max started to solidify in spite of Ruth’s quiet and repetitive voice, as though he
were recounting just a unimportant story.
“The Duke Croix has passed on such a troublesome and hazardous undertaking
to Lord Calypse. Indeed, even the little girl didn’t do the least to shield her
spouse, who had been pushed to death for the benefit of her dad.”
“I-I was… !” Max started to dissent however Ruth stood up.
“That is the thing that the knights who followed Lord Calypse have been consistently
thinking.” Ruth set his spoon down and chatted with a bland
Max just let her lip tremble accordingly. She needed to contend that it
was she who was tossed out. Also, it was her that had been overlooked all
this time by them. The man took her forcibly, and afterward left her without
saying anything. She even thought before that he didn’t need nor
thought about her by any means.
What would she be able to have done? For what reason was the fault consistently positioned on her