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Walking towards the thick pine trees from a small area of Tay Forest Park, Ren was amazed by the view behind the villa. The light hiding in the leaves of the trees rises, from a distance you can see a mother deer with her two children grazing.
They then stopped right at a block building with aluminum rolling doors. From the outside the facade looks small, but when it was opened it was wider than expected.
As they were about to enter, Aunt Mildsven was surprised by Cake looking at one of the pine trees across from the garage. Not because it was tall, fertile and prosperous, but because there was something like a small wooden house with a bit of straw showing.
"What's wrong, Mr. Cake?” asked Aunt Mildsven.
"Guess what's in there?" Cake pointed at the pine tree near the garage door. Grunt who was a bit interested then narrowed his eyes following the direction Cake meant. Something like a small wooden house with a small circular hole that looked a bit of thatch was visible.
"Well, I don't know if you've never seen that before. But... hey! Maybe I can include that in my next painting. That's a bird's nest, Mr. Cake!” said Grunt a little excitedly, waving his hand around the frame as if taking a picture.
It turns out that the garage shares space with the warehouse without being separated by a wall. But it has been neatly arranged, a place for two cars that don't really sit together with a few tools and shelves on the right side.
"We can get you to this," Aunt Mildsven opened the shield covering the car. They seemed surprised by the familiar luxury SUV type car and made its own social status. No one doesn't recognize the writing Range Roover.
“Wow! Very cool!" Sistine was amazed. She circled the car, holding the door until the front and rear body was a calm gold color.
Grunt and Cake were ultimately pulled over by the car's luxurious aura. They were amazed at the large, sturdy and aesthetic SUV.
Ren was shivering in front of the dashing car. Not because she was afraid of anything else, but because that expensive car made her think how many years her salary could achieve that dream vehicle.
"Wow, I don't know when to stop being amazed!" Ren said in amazement, while feeling the car's license plate which read SCO - 7P. In fact, unique license plates throughout Britain are estimated to cost around the thousands of pounds.
“Th-this is spectacular!” Grunt who looked more explosive than his two comrades. His eyes seemed to jump - jumping with joy. Understandably, luxury cars and men are like inherent best friends complementing each other.
"I didn't think Lady De Polcester had such a beautiful horse. But of course she really loves gold,” Cake commented to Aunt Mildsven.
"Well, women love gold and its derivatives I guess, ohohoho!" Aunt Mildsven chuckled.
But Cake immediately turned to another car covered in gray polyester cover. From the body, anyone would know that the vehicle is a sedan type.
“The Range Roover SUV is absolutely cool. But as a practical person, I'm on this sedan. May I see, Mademoiselle Agnes?”
“Oh…? What a coincidence, I'm also a classic type…” The woman's eyes widened slightly and glistened with emerald green, then she opened the gray cover carefully.
The blue and white box logo in black circle shape is well-known among business people, especially the car grille that looks like the lens of a glass eye. The crew of a sleek black car, a simple facade but does not reduce its elegant value.
“C'est charmant, mademoiselle. I know this one German brand never fails to make my funny smile myself. Slender Beauty,” Cake moved his left mirror slightly.
If the SUV was called the big aesthetic, then Cake has the title for The Slender Beauty on this one car. Ren, Grunt and Sistine also took the time to inspect the beauty of this sedan.
Cake crouched down and looked at the license plate with astonishment.
"I won't ask how much Lady De Polcester is worth," said Cake with a sigh.
Again, it says an expensive license plate, 5C0T – CAR. Number plates that read simply and with the inscription form the abbreviated name of an area, such as 5C0T and CAR, always have a price that is not simple. Except, for people who have abundant and complicated wealth, everything can be simple.
“Yeah… please don't. That at least… relieves other people's envy, ohohoho!” Aunt Mildsven joked.
“Actually…” Agnes scratched her head while snorting in disappointment, “I wanted to go around for a bit with this car, but…”
Agnes walked around on the back of the car. She crouched right on the right rear tire of the sedan, about 100 cm from the garage wall. Cake and three people came to check as well.
Looks tires that shape are not fully the circle. When you step on the ground it looks like stale and soft jelly.
"I don't know... something... must hurt this beauty's leg…." Agnes' hand stroked the rear of the car near the sedan's rear turn signal.
"Yeah, I understand that feeling," said Grunt, nodding confidently, as if he understood each other among car lovers.
"Why not patch or replace, Aunt Mildsven?" Ren turned to the elderly woman.
Aunt Mildsven shrugged her shoulders with a doubtful shake of her head. "Have you ever met a car repair shop nearby, Miss Shiomi?"
“Well, about that…” Ren doubted her words again. Because what they focused on yesterday was just the inn. "It's a little difficult if in the middle of a forest and a quiet road like this…"
The garage is actually dark. But because it was daytime, a little light waiting in front of the garage door. The three youngster, after seeing the luxury car they would be taking in home if they stayed a day or two longer, decided to change their plans.
“Well, consider it return of the favor,” agreed Sistine closing the deal.
Now they go deeper, to the far right corner. Previously there was an electric generator attached to the wall three steps from the front rolling door, with various kinds of cables.
In the right corner, there are several shelves and aluminum cupboards that fulfill other needs. Ren and Sistine looked at some of the things that were full of mechanic needs such as oil, batteries, and what looked like other spare parts boxes.
Cake saw the contents of the aluminum cupboard which contained many tools, such as hoes, sickles, knives, grass clippers, hammers, drills and so on.
However, the interesting highlight is the two black frames that are placed in a row between the two aluminum cupboard which are occupied by weapons. Aunt Mildsven said they were used for self-defense in case something went wrong. Only for self defense, not hunting.
Cake felt on the base black frame that feels smooth. Then his hand felt for the long barrel of black iron which felt cold full of mystery and seized with a feeling of suspicion.
“Long barrel?” Cake said softly while frowning. "What is it doing in this place?"
The three youngsters drew closer and gaped, especially Ren who was more interested in the other frame.
“We think there's at least one or two defensive rigs near the garage. Considering our quite isolated place is like a turkey surrounded by wolves,” explained Aunt Mildsven. When Cake's eyebrows shot upwards with the intention of asking permission, the elderly woman hesitated a little at first.
“Well… go ahead,” she said after a somewhat reluctant sigh. Her forehead that had been raised was now flat like a bridge.
Three youngsters with a feeling of a little fear, somewhat from Cake when taking the rifle. Cake shrewdly opened the ammunition bin, lifted the gun body, examined it intimately, slowly changing fear to admiration.
“The Picantiny Rail is suitable for a scope or an additional flashlight… semi-auto type… the stock is comfortable, not too painful in the chest, 12 gauge bullets, 15 inches barrels, about… forty six? Total ammunition eight. Hm…” Cake explained as if he had interrogated the gun. The three youngsters and two of De Polcester's maid were amazed by Cake, who seemed to have experience with firearms.
Lifted once easily, as if lifting a plastic toy. He walked towards the sunlight which had made De Polcester's two maid feel bitter.
“Ah, I thought it was black, but it turned out to be dark blue. Remington Versa Max is indeed the standard choice for bear defense, eh?” said Cake, then returned the rifle to its place.
"It said American-made was perfect for this kind of defense," said Aunt Mildsven, then shrugged.
“12 gauge doesn't matter as long as slugs are enough for a bear. That's what people say, Madame Mildsven,” Cake explained, then he examined the other frame and muttered. “A sword, eh?”
“Ah, that's what Agnes said…, but thank God it's true,” added Aunt Mildsven.
“That should be a katana, Mr. Cake," Ren told then approached him. She took the sword carefully with both hands, one holding the hilt, the other near the tip of the sword.
The sword's sheath is flat in navy blue with carvings of a shiny golden dragon and yellow ribbon, while the hilt is made of wood and leather in blue with yellow rhombus motifs.
A steady and somewhat resounding ring sound as the high quality carbon steel blade's sword is allowed to come out of hiding.
"Amazing!" Ren turned her wrist carefully. Her glittering bead eyes met a metallic glint. "I don't even need to work hard to hold this, it's so light!"
Unlike the firearm earlier which is purely for defense, this one has artistic quality that is not playing around and is very flexible, light, in proportion to the quality of how it is used. That statement was firm and accurate to anyone who even laid eyes on the blade, let alone even holding its facade.
"Well, it was a gift from a friend of Lady De Polcester. If I'm not mistaken it's from Tokino or something…” said Aunt Mildsven, then shrugged again.
“Boboo~ wrong. From Tokyo,” Agnes announced, rolling her eyes as if she didn't really care.
“Shut up Agnes. Actually, ahem…” Aunt Mildsven cleared her throat slightly embarrassed. "By the way, they said it was made by a famous sword craftsman, although we ourselves can't be sure and just swallow it raw,"
"Perhaps... there is still a container or some kind of authentic certificate?" Ren immediately sheathed the sword again.
"It's been like that from the start," said Aunt Mildsven, shaking her head lightly.
“You know a lot about that sword, Mlle. Shiomi?" asked Cake surprised. Before returning, he held his facade in complete amazement.
"It's not really that surprising, is it? You immediately understand that Ren is a mixblood,” said Grunt. He then lightly patted Cake's shoulder. “Putting that aside, shouldn't you be the one being the talk? Are you a professional or something, Mr. Cake?” The grinning expression on Grunt's face annoyed his two comrades somewhat. The question sounded like a mockery anyway.
"Not all the guests in the shop are the ones we wait for, sometimes we wish they never came," added Cake, shrugging as if what he said was nothing wrong. "Just like typical people in general, protecting what is rightfully so, although in the end the most important thing is, I'm safe,"
Grunt was a little impressed, showing a knowing face as if he heard the wise advice from his senior.
"Well, I might need to think about that," said Grunt rather thoughtfully.
"You want to open a shop?" asked Cake who immediately got a brief nod from Grunt.
He actually wanted to raise money to open a business even though he didn't have an idea yet. Grunt gave a small nod and then asked Cake for some advice. Somehow it became a bit of a conversation for almost everyone in the place, except for Ren. Ren felt someone watching them from a distance.
“No…, maybe I saw wrong,” Ren debated in her heart. Just as she turned her head slightly with the help of a glance, Ren managed to catch sight of a figure peeking from the side of the garage entrance.
A clever woman, taking an advantage of the shadow of a tree that hung high to disguise her…. Her gaze glared followed by blackened eye circles, a grinning smile with irregular panting breaths.
“Lady De Polcester!? Wh-why the heck is she looking at me like that?” Ren said many times in her mind, starting her goosebumps and horror like in psychopathic films.
Somehow, now Ren was starting to be infected by the fear that Sistine had previously felt.
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