Incompatible Interspecies Wives

Chapter 77: Old Friend (3)

"So you're really the Berg from the rumors..."

Flint, after breaking our hug, whispered as if he couldn't believe it.

His eyes scanned every inch of my body.

"...Even if you're a mercenary, why do you have so many scars? And why such a large scar on your cheek?"

He couldn't take his eyes off my scars.

Given all the changes, it was somewhat expected.

I might've felt the same if Flint had appeared covered in scars like me.

So instead of answering, I posed a question to him.

My curiosity wasn't only limited to Flint.

"...How on earth did you know to come here?"

At that, Flint let out a soft chuckle.

"These days, there's no one among the humans who doesn't know your story."

"What?"

"The human mercenary, commoner Berg, rumored to have taken two noble wives. How could such news remain quiet? Hearing that the Berg of the Red Flames visited Dems Village, it's hard to ignore. I never imagined it'd really be you though..."

"You came all the way to Dems Village just to see me?"

Flint smiled.

"It was two birds with one stone."

And then, with a bright grin, he added,

"I've become a merchant, Berg."

He spread his arms wide.

One could sense the pride in his actions.

"I've always been traveling from village to village. It was during that time I heard rumors about you."

He too seemed relieved that things had worked out.

I laughed and nodded at him.

"...A merchant."

"Does it not suit me?"

I shook my head.

"...No, it's just surprising."

At that, Flint also laughed.

"I was surprised too, Berg. That you became a mercenary."

"..."

"Didn't you once say you'd quit getting involved in dangerous things? That's why we parted ways, remember?"

"..."

I couldn't immediately respond.

Too much had happened to simply explain.

"Why did your wives-"

"-Let's go inside and talk."

I interrupted him before he could ask about my wives.

He seemed to understand, nodding in agreement.

And with that, we entered the inn.

There was much to talk about.

.

.

.

I introduced Flint to my wives.

"Ner, Arwin. This is Flint. My... childhood friend."

"Childhood..."

Ner murmured at that word.

And then, with grace, she offered her greetings.