Part 439: Maribelle C

Hold, you overgrown lummox! I would have a word with you.

Creasing the forehead and squinting eyes is wasting such beautiful face.

Beautiful? Why, goodness me...

Argh! Do not try to change the subject, you silver-tongued weasel!

I've a most serious matter to discuss with you.

Gregor is listening.

You took a loaf of bread from the pantry again, didn't you?

Yes. Food portions Gregor recieves is not enough to maintain mighty physique. If Gregor is fainting from hunger, Shepherd ladies will be plunging into despair, no?

Good heavens, but you are a self-deluded nitwit.

Is true! Is happening all the time.

Are all lowborn sellswords truly this inane, or is it just you?

Eh? Gregor is not catching that last part. You must say again.

Listen to me, fool. The Shepherds have strict rules about such things. Food is rationed for a reason. You can't just go willy-nilly breaking...

Sir! *ahem* ...Are you listening to me?!

O-of course! Gregor is hearing pretty lady! Do not be rule breaking near Willy, yes?

A lack of discipline leads to disorder, and disorder leads to wickedness. Innocuous though they may seem, your acts could cause the ruin of our whole army.

But Gregor is only taking tiny loaf of bread...

You think I'm exaggerating, don't you? One small crack is all it takes to bring down the dam that holds back chaos.

Gregor is thinking Maribelle is carried away with this vivid imaginings.

I am a woman of fair mind and breeding. I believe in what is right and proper. And I will not abide rogues who flaunt the rules that make us strong.

Enough! Gregor is making many apologies for bread, yes? From now on, Gregor obey all rules and be model of good behavior.

Then we have nothing further to discuss. I bid you good day. (Maribelle leaves)

She is pretty like rose, but her tongue is sharp like thorn...