yournovel Chapter 57: Could these two chuunibyou patients have fallen for each other?
Chapter 57: Could these two chuunibyou patients have fallen for each other?
Chapter 57 Could these two chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) patients have fallen for each other?
"No wonder the vice president said he wanted to thank you—" Alina finally realized.
"Then haven't we been dragged into their conflict for no reason?" she said somewhat uneasily.
"Maybe," Rod replied indifferently.
He doesn't care.
In Rhodes's view, such pointless intrigue was meaningless; only one's own strength mattered.
Those who truly bully you never need excuses. To avoid trouble, no amount of talking is as effective as a fist.
Before the two could exchange a thought, Milan and her companion had already stepped out of the guild's gate.
"Alas! My comrades! Fight alongside us for justice and glory!"
As soon as he stepped out of the guild gate, Don Quixote, who had been holding back for a long time, rushed out and let out an excited shout.
Rhodes looked in the direction of her voice and saw a carriage parked not far away, obviously waiting for Milan and the others.
It was probably arranged by the vice president.
"Gentlemen, who among you will be in charge of driving—" The coachman, who was holding the reins, was about to ask when he looked at Don Quixote, who had rushed up to him first, and was taken aback.
"Of course it's us!" Don Quixote exclaimed excitedly, raising his hands.
"Uh—" The coachman's hand had already subconsciously reached out to Rod, who was following closely behind.
It's not that the other three couldn't drive, but judging from their demeanor and height—they didn't seem like they could drive a carriage at all.
The languid-looking purple-robed mage and the apologetic white-robed priest showed no intention of taking over. As for Don Quixote—
Looking at the lively young girl in front of him, clad in silver armor, the coachman couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
It wasn't that he looked down on Don Quixote, but her size and personality made him worry that she might cause some trouble.
In comparison, only this expressionless wandering swordsman seemed the most reliable.
Rod reached out and took the reins, causing the coachman to breathe a sigh of relief.
"Sir, please allow us to drive this chariot bound for justice!"
Don Quixote darted in front of Rhodes in a flash.
The heavy greatsword made a crisp clanging sound as it struck the armor because of her agile movements. She raised her hands high and stared at Rhodes' hands with bright eyes.
"Back in our hometown, we were masters at pulling horse-drawn carriages; even the most unruly horses bowed their heads before us!"
"it is good."
With a flick of his wrist, Rod shoved the reins into her hand.
He's not very good at driving either; this kind of work should be left to someone who knows how.
The coachman standing nearby broke out in a cold sweat upon seeing this. He instinctively reached out to stop her, fearing that this seemingly unreliable silver-armored girl might drive the guild's property into a ditch.
"Well, young man—driving is no fun," he couldn't help but advise, "You don't want to get hurt—"
As he said this, he turned to look at Milan beside him, hoping that this esteemed mage would step in and stop this reckless behavior.
"It's alright, don't worry about leaving it to her."
Milan didn't even bother to lift his eyelids. Seeing that Don Quixote was holding the reins firmly, he climbed into the carriage on his own.
She leaned back on the comfortable cushions inside, found the most comfortable position and skillfully slumped down, and casually tugged at the hat that was partially obstructing her vision, seemingly completely condoning Don Quixote's unrestrained behavior.
"Hmm~"
Don Quixote, having taken the reins, stepped onto the carriage shaft, the heavy silver armor seemingly nonexistent on her, and easily flipped and leaped into the driver's seat.
The two brown horses, which had been pawing the ground and wagging their tails, immediately quieted down the moment she grasped their reins.
They perked up their ears and turned their heads back to hiss affectionately.
The coachman watched from behind, dumbfounded, his mouth agape for a long time.
"Giddy up! Run, gallop, righteous steed! Lead us through the dense fog ahead!"
She gave the reins a sharp shake, her movements quite professional. As the carriage slowly started moving, the knight, who had been holding back for too long, immediately unleashed her long-dormant chatter.
"Ranger, Susanna, behold my superb driving skills!"
"That steady power, that perfect arc! Roar! We can already see it: in the not-too-distant future, we will drive this chariot, rampaging through countless demons, crushing those evil minions into dust!"
At this moment, she kept talking incessantly, determined to release all the emotions she had previously suppressed.
She hadn't dared to speak in the meeting room; she was practically suffocating.
"She's still as lively as ever—" Alina couldn't help but sigh in her consciousness space.
"Yes." Rhodes sighed, then realized that Don Quixote was unusually quiet today.
On the way to the Adventurers' Guild, she was still excitedly chattering away.
Based on her previous personality, she probably would have kept talking during the discussion.
Why did it suddenly become quiet as soon as we entered the private room?
Could it be because of Milan?
Rod glanced at Milan beside him. She was leaning against the car window, one hand supporting her face and the other holding a parchment scroll, seemingly studying its contents intently.
That doesn't make sense. Milan is still there, which means that it's not the variable that prevents Don Quixote from having fun.
Rhodes thought about it and realized there were too many interfering factors involved. Instead of racking his brains, he decided to ask the people involved.
Given her personality, she probably wouldn't mind telling me the answer.
Thinking of this, he took the map and moved to Don Quixote's side, who was driving.
"Why did you suddenly stop talking at the Adventurers' Guild earlier? Were you unhappy?"
Hearing Rhodes's concern, Don Quixote instantly perked up and immediately poured out all the grievances he had been holding back all morning: "Madame Milan said that if we talked too much and caused her to suffer a loss in front of those annoying guys, she would—"
She let us use silencing spells to our heart's content throughout the journey.
No wonder the meeting room was eerily quiet and often fell into awkward silences. Given Don Quixote's personality, he wouldn't have allowed the atmosphere to become like that.
So it turns out she was controlled by Milan using a silencing spell.
"Waaah—" Don Quixote couldn't help but let out a pitiful sob as he said this.
"While we wish to demonstrate our noble chivalry to the world, we cannot bear the pain of having our mouths sewn shut by magic—it's more agonizing than being unable to witness any adventures!"
"So, we'll just have to let those guys receive the baptism of our chivalry next time," she said with a regretful tone. "They've missed out on a lot."
"Nobody wants to be baptized by you, right? —" Alina couldn't help but think to herself in her consciousness space.
"Yes, what a pity," Rhodes nodded and sighed.
"What are you regretting now? —" Alina was somewhat startled.
She suddenly remembered that Rod seemed to have a bit of a delusional personality—
And Don Quixote seems to fit the symptoms of the illness he described—
Could these two chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) suffer from a crush?