A Secretly Capable Child Is Seeking For Her Dad (Novel) - Chapter 113

Chapter 113

The coachman’s brows narrowed.

Looking back and forth between Tie and Raul, he opened his mouth.

“What is a little kid doing on a horse over there….”

“If you cut in suddenly while driving, it’ll get recorded on the black box and you’ll go to prison! Prison! Prison rice!”

The coachman’s face turned bewildered.

She glanced at Tie and the members, then quietly steered her carriage to the other side.

Even so, he added in a grumbling voice.

“Ah, then you lot should’ve just moved straight forward more quickly! What’s with crawling along with a horse on a road that’s already busy because of the festival?”

Great shock came over Tie’s face.

“Ho, how could you say that….”

What the coachman had just said was an insult to a child’s driving skills.

And compared with the other carriages, Tie wasn’t even going that slowly!

Tie fixed the coachman with a hard stare.

“Tie was driving at the proper speed. Mister was speeding!”

And speeding was really, really dangerous.

Whenever she saw speeding cars after going to the market, she remembered what the lady in Unit 203 used to say.

‘Well, would you look at that? If he keeps speeding like that, he’ll take the sky road instead of the road.’

In other words, it meant that, trying to hurry, he would reach heaven sooner.

And that wasn’t all.

‘Even the hardware store uncle said so.’

‘Look here, Tie. You see people who drive like this? One day, without fail! They cause a huge accident, that’s what I’m saying.’

If you drove strangely, an accident was bound to happen someday.

And then, he said, you’d appear on YouTube and TV and make a total fool of yourself.

Tie let out a deep sigh.

Then, with an oddly sorrowful look, she looked at the coachman.

“Mister, speeding isn’t saving time!”

“What?”

“It’s wasting life. That’s what the grown-ups said.”

The coachman flinched.

But Tie kept looking at her to the very end.

“And, just because you go slowly, your destination doesn’t run away. If you were in that much of a hurry, you should’ve left yesterday or the day before yesterday….”

The coachman let out a hollow laugh.

As if dumbfounded, he shouted, “Wha, what kind of brat is that?!” and turned his carriage.

For some reason, he was clearly moving much slower than a moment ago.

After checking that a safe distance had been secured again, Tie gave an ahem and puffed out her chest.

“Big brother Raul. Tie defeated the threatening driving criminal.”

“Y, yes, well done, Commander.”

As if it were nothing, Tie waved one hand.

Then, looking ahead again, she widened her eyes.

“Eeh? There are even more carriages than before?”

She had only argued a bit with the speeding, threatening, cutting-in criminal.

Before she knew it, the bridge across the Isera River was clogged solid.

In the distance, the bald coachman who had just threatened Tie could also be seen stopped there.

“Squirt, come here.”

At that moment, Veil’s voice came from beside her.

Turning her head, he saw that Veil, who had gotten off without her noticing, was holding out both arms to Tie.

Tie quickly got down from the horse into Veil’s arms.

“Maybe there was an accident ahead.”

Basto, who had gotten down together with Veil, muttered.

Inside the carriage, Nordix too furrowed his brows.

“It is strange indeed. I’ve never seen the Boundary of the Old and New this congested.”

It was while the members were looking at the endless line of carriages.

“We’re done for! They say the Holy Knights blocked passage up ahead!”

From diagonally ahead, one coachman in a strange furry hat shouted toward the carriage beside him.

At that, the coachman of the neighboring carriage frowned.

“What?! Then how are we supposed to get in!”

“How should I know! They say it’s all restricted because it’s Lantern Festival season! Up front it’s chaos right now too!”

The members unconsciously listened closely to their conversation.

“So what, we’re supposed to keep waiting here like this?”

“Don’t know, I think they’re opening up the plaza ahead, but they say all the carriages currently on the bridge have to stop there!”

“Ha, honestly….”

At last the neighboring coachman let go of the reins irritably.

Watching him, Basto approached carefully.

“Excuse me, what exactly is going on?”

The coachman of the neighboring carriage got down from his horse.

Taking a cigar from inside his collar, he said,

“It’s because of the Lantern Festival. They suddenly say carriage traffic has been banned.”

She was about to light it, but after seeing Tie, she put the cigar back in her pocket.

Then, as if frustrated, he looked toward the blocked-up road ahead.

“Seems more people than expected gathered. Well, today’s the second day of the festival, after all.”

When Tie made a puzzled face, Enzo, who had been driving the baggage wagon behind them, got down and came over.

“The Lantern Festival is a three-day festival held in the imperial capital. It’s an event where people light lanterns and make wishes for the harvest season. I didn’t expect the dates to overlap like this….”

Tie looked again toward the other side of the bridge.

No wonder. She had thought the city lights were extremely bright even though it was late.

‘So it was because of the festival!’

Meanwhile, the neighboring coachman kept talking with Basto.

“They say all the carriages currently on the bridge are being moved to an unused nearby plaza, but what kind of mess is this….”

“Then what happens to the luggage loaded on the carriages?”

“Well, anything urgent will have to be carried in on foot. There’s no helping it.”

“Excuse me?”

As startled Basto looked back at the members, Nordix muttered as if troubled.

“We have a great deal of luggage, and the monster cores as well….”

Nordix raised his head.

“Good man, that plaza where they say the carriage must be stopped. Do you happen to know how far it is from there to Rosewobel Street?”

The coachman’s eyes grew round.

Naturally so, because Rosewobel Street was the road where the nobles’ townhouses were clustered.

But after thinking for a moment, he answered.

“It’ll take at least an hour or two on foot. That plaza is that open lot across the bridge there. Rosewobel Street is far deeper in.”

The members’ gaze turned to the place the coachman pointed.

There, before they knew it, was an open lot where dozens of carriages were pulling in one after another.

The coachman muttered to himself again.

“Just how many people gathered for them to start controlling the carriages….”

He climbed back onto his horse.

“Anyway then. Safe journey to you.”

It was while Basto and Nordix, left speechless after he departed, were exchanging glances.

“Move, move!”

A loud voice came from the front.

Soon the road that had been blocked began opening little by little.

“For now, let’s go, squirt.”

In a rush, Veil carried Tie up into the carriage.

Grasping the reins again, Raul drove the horse in accordance with the Holy Knights’ directions.

How long had they been following the long line?

Before long, they arrived at a run-down plaza with broken streetlamps and uneven ground.

Getting down from the carriage, Tie swallowed hard.

‘It’s way bigger than a supermarket parking lot….!’

And in front of her were dozens, no, hundreds of carriages stopped at regular intervals.

“Load this!”

“Y, your excellency. Are we allowed to pull this handcart in too?”

“Are you sure the security is reliable?! If someone so much as scratches my carriage, just you wait!”

The surroundings were full of people wearing fierce expressions.

Letting out a sigh, Basto said,

“Let’s first take only the luggage we need to carry in.”

The members all began unloading the luggage with tired expressions.

But the problem did not end there.

“Squirt, come here. I’ll carry you on my back.”

“Wait a moment, Veil.”

At Nordix’s words, Veil, who had been about to hoist Tie up, froze awkwardly.

Looking around the area, Nordix lowered his voice.

“I think information brokers have attached themselves to us.”

At those words, Tie’s eyes grew round.

But it really was true.

Looking around, she could sense busy little movements.

“They identified us by appearance. That we are Agabert. They are probably trying to dig up information about Astie.”

At that moment, someone hidden off in the distance caught Tie’s eye.

The instant her eyes met Tie’s, she jumped in fright and ducked behind a nearby carriage.

But Tie had already seen that suspicious movement.

‘Watching… Tie?’

And the reason was to try and extract information about whether Tie was really secretly capable or not?

Veil looked at Tie with a troubled expression.

“Squirt. How do you want to move? It’d still be better if I just carried you on my back….”

But Tie had already made up her mind.

With her face set in determination, the child shook her head.

“Tie will walk too.”

As the commander of Agabert.

Now that they had come all the way to the imperial capital and suspicious eyes were fixed on them.

There was no way she, who was called the Necromancer King, could go being carried on the members’ backs like a baby.