Chapter 373: đđšđŹđ-đŹđđšđ«đČ (17)
Ulrike desperately ran after the duke. It was the first time she had seen him look so forlorn.
âI liked it, actually, itâs just that I was annoyed that the person who gave it to me was acting all smug about it. Duke! Understand.â
Johan lowered his outstretched hand, perhaps barely persuaded by her earnest voice. Yet, still seemingly somewhat suspicious, Johan softly asked again.
âAre you sure youâre not dissatisfied?â
âItâs my favorite treasure out of all the ones I own.â
âWhat. . . not to that extent.â
âArenât you undervaluing yourself, Gong? Itâs just a statue, neither a sword nor a shield.â
â. . . . . .â
Ulrike was momentarily slightly irritated by this duke and his wife.
âđđ”âđŽ đźđș đ§đąđ¶đđ”, đŽđ° đ đ©đąđ·đŠ đ”đ° đ±đ¶đ” đ¶đ± đžđȘđ”đ© đȘđ”. . .ââNo. It really is my favorite treasure. Iâve always dreamed of a treasure like this.â
It would be foolish to confess to being suspicious in this situation. Ulrike kept her expression unchanged and rattled off about how much she liked the treasure.
Johan, who had been skeptical at first, soon seemed to have his doubts cleared, nodding his head.
âThatâs a relief. I was worried whether Iâd be able to choose well when the countess asked me to. Iâm glad youâre satisfied.â
â. . .Are you really satisfied?â
Ulrike inwardly cursed the countess. If youâre going to give a gift, you should say so properly and hand it over. If you hide the details and give it to them, theyâll end up in a difficult situation like this.
Anyway, from top to bottom, there was nothing she didnât like. . .
After the satisfied duke left, Ulrike left the statue to the attendant.
âTake this away.â
âShall I have the servants return it to the fiefdom?â
â. . .Thereâs no need to go that far. Have it kept in storage properly.â
âYes. I shall do that.â
She had thought about just sending it back, but then she realized that the gift was not at fault. There was also the giverâs feelings, so Ulrike thought she would just erase the countess from her mind and use it.
đžđž
âIs it already this cold?â
âThere are places where it snows early.â
It wasnât for nothing that the expedition had purchased cold-weather gear before setting out. Johanâs men looked up at the sky, watching their breath. They were worried that the journey would be slowed down if it snowed.
âIt would be good to arrive at the marquisâs fiefdom by nightfall.â
âIs it possible that the marquis wonât welcome us?â
âIt would be better if he didnât.â
Johan answered his subordinateâs question resolutely. It couldnât be helped but to be good for both parties if they were welcomed. Due to the gradually cooling weather, the soldiers of the expedition were reluctant to camp out.
They even burned down the Sultanâs camp, how could they fail to draw out a mere northern marquis?
Grr.
Karamaf raised his head, having caught a scent, and called out to Johan with a low whine. Johan squinted his eyes and gazed ahead. In the distance, faint shadows could be seen moving amidst the mountain path.
âItâs the marquisâs flag.â
âYou can see it from here? I hope theyâre not coming out to fight us?â
âYeah. It looks like theyâve come to welcome us. Feel free to relay it.â
As Johanâs words spread, cheers of joy erupted from all over the expedition.
. . .However, that joy soon vanished as the envoy carrying the marquisâs flag approached them from the front.
âDid I hear that wrong?â
The elf king asked with a hardened expression. The envoy of Marquis Kertz almost fainted as the elf king glared at them. Still, they managed to speak again.
âThe marquis. . . has just received an urgent message and has left the castle with his men.â
âWhere to?â
âW. . . We donât know that either.â
âI see. So the Marquis Kertz is not present right now, and you havenât prepared a single lie to explain that. . . How irresponsible can you be!â
The furious elf king was about to draw his sword right away. Johan hurriedly stopped him. The elf king was a person who wouldnât listen to his subordinates no matter how much they tried to stop him once his anger exploded.
However, when the duke grabbed him, the elf king held back his sword and endured it. At that sight, the elf knights who were escorting the king from behind were impressed.
They felt how deep their friendship was.
âđđ©đąđ”âđŽ đžđ©đș đ©đŠ đ€đąđźđŠ đ”đ° đđȘđŽ đđąđ«đŠđŽđ”đșâđŽ đłđŠđŽđ€đ¶đŠ đžđ©đŠđŻ đžđŠ đžđŠđłđŠ đ€đąđ±đ”đ¶đłđŠđ„ đŁđș đ”đ©đŠ đđ¶đ
âđđ° đŁđŠ đąđŁđđŠ đ”đ° đ€đ°đŻđ”đłđ°đ đđȘđŽ đđąđ«đŠđŽđ”đșâđŽ đ§đȘđŠđłđș đ”đŠđźđ±đŠđłđąđź
However, Iselia, who was standing next to them, noticed something else.
â. . . đđ” đ”đ©đȘđŽ đłđąđ”đŠ, đ©đȘđŽ đžđłđȘđŽđ” đȘđŽ đšđ°đȘđŻđš đ”đ° đŁđłđŠđą
The elf king wasnât specifically looking at the dukeâs face to suppress his temper. As he was about to get angry, Johan grabbed his wrist so tightly that he stopped moving due to the pain.
From Iseliaâs perspective, who knew how terrifying Johanâs strength was, it didnât seem strange even if the angle of his wrist was bent strangely right now.
âL. . . Let go.â
âHave you calmed down?â
âYes. Thank you. Duke.â
The elf kingâs advantage was that he didnât care much about any rudeness once he acknowledged the other person.
Rubbing his wrist, the elf king spoke, seemingly because of something else.
âIf the marquis knows honor, tell him honestly! That all he has to offer his guests are swords and arrows. Then weâll treat him accordingly!â
It wasnât that the elf king was unusually bloodthirsty. Ulrike and everyone who knew even a little bit about customs had hardened expressions.
The nobles who were currently touring the empire after finishing the expedition to the Holy Land were all great nobles.
The marquis himself had to come out and treat them, and if he really couldnât come out because of unavoidable circumstances, he had to explain why.
Seeing the envoy simply blabbering that the marquis had gone out without any of that, one couldnât help but suspect that he was trying to openly insult them.
âBut isnât it a bit strange?â
While the elf king was ranting and raving, Johan asked the others.
âWhat do you mean, duke?â
âIf he was really so offended that he didnât want to greet us, he could have just pretended to be sick.â
âEven pretending to be sick would have hurt his pride. Itâs a common thing.â
Suetlg sounded gloomy. The extremely rational young duke was a special case, and usually nobles made foolish choices due to pride and honor.
The stubbornness of nobles was evident in the fierce eyes of the expedition army currently standing before them.
âIsnât it possible that he really did go out after receiving an urgent message?â
âNot everyone in the world is as rational and clever as you. . .â
Suetlg said, as if he was worried. If he continued like this and was betrayed once, he would feel how irrationally nobles act, and that probably wouldnât be very good for his mind.
Johan stopped the raging elf king again and asked the envoy.
âThen does that mean you canât let us into the castle since the marquis is absent right now?â
âNo! Of course we will welcome you in accordance with customs. The other masters are also waiting.â
In the absence of the marquis, it seemed that his spouse and children would welcome them instead. Of course, the elf king, whose mood was already sour, didnât take it straightforwardly.
âIt must be a trap.â
âI think itâs real.â
âThe duke is too kind and honest! Unlike Ulrike-gong and I who have coldness instead of piety, you can see the truth.â
â. . . . . .â
Ulrike was taken aback when she was suddenly hit by the elf king.
âđđ©đ° đ„đ°đŠđŽ đ”đ©đȘđŽ đ€đłđąđ»đș đŠđđ§ đŁđłđąđ” đ”đ©đȘđŻđŹ đ©đŠâđŽ đ”đąđđŹđȘđŻđš đ”
Ulrike felt for the first time that she couldnât even open her mouth because there were too many things to point out. Starting from the duke being innocent, to the elf king being cold. . . it was just too much.
However, she agreed with the elf king about this matter. She wanted to make use of this opportunity to find fault with them even if they stayed put, but when they came out to pick a fight like this, she felt like asking âđđ° đșđ°đ¶ đłđŠđąđđđș đžđąđŻđ” đ”đ° đ€đ°đŻđ”đȘđŻđ¶đŠ đșđ°đ¶đł đ§đąđźđȘđđș đ
âStill, Iâd like to check it out once.â
âHmm.â
âIf you say it like that. . .â
However, when Johan didnât give in, the two of them didnât stubbornly insist and backed down. It wasnât because of power or the number of soldiers they were leading. There was a respect that transcended that between them.
The envoy of the marquis, who had been trembling, was moved to tears at the sudden change in atmosphere. To be honest, he thought he might die here.
âThank you! Your Highness! Iâve heard that youâre a benevolent duke, and today Iâve learned that the rumors are true.â
âDo such rumors really circulate in the north?â
â. . .Yes!â
âđ đšđ¶đŠđŽđŽ đ đŹđŻđ°đž đžđ©đŠđłđŠ đ©đŠ đ©đŠđąđłđ„ đ”đ©đŠ đłđ¶đźđ°đłđŽ đ§
Johan smiled wryly to himself as the other person paused for a moment before answering. Even if good rumors spread, it didnât seem like they would spread all the way to the north.
There might be rumors about him being a fearsome knight though. . .
âBy the way. Duke. Do you know about the wonderful rumors circulating in the north about you?â
As the elf king opened his mouth with a delighted expression, Johan didnât really want to hear it.
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âWe should just close the castle gates and hold out even now!â
âThatâs crazy. How long do you think we can hold out? The preparations for the siege arenât even done properly.â
âThe castle walls are enough! How long can the enemy hold out?â
The people inside Marquis Kertzâs castle were not unaware of the situation outside.
âđđŠ đŻđŠđŠđ„ đ”đ° đ€đđ°đŽđŠ đ”đ©đŠ đ€đąđŽđ”đđŠ đšđąđ”đŠđŽ đłđȘđšđ©đ” đŻđ°đž đ”đ° đŁđđ°đ€đŹ đ”đ©đŠ đąđŻđšđłđș đŠđčđ±đŠđ„đȘđ”đȘđ°đŻâ and âđđŠ đŽđ©đ°đ¶đđ„ đ”đłđș đ”đ° đ€đđŠđąđł đ¶đ± đ”đ©đŠ đźđȘđŽđ¶đŻđ„đŠđłđŽđ”đąđŻđ„đȘđŻđš đŽđ°đźđŠđ©đ°đžâ were fiercely divided.
And surprisingly, the latter was more numerous. It wasnât because they trusted the expedition, but because they feared it.
âđđ©đŠđș đźđ¶đŽđ” đŁđŠ đŽđŠđąđŽđ°đŻđŠđ„ đ·đŠđ”đŠđłđąđŻđŽ đžđ©đ° đ©đąđ·đŠ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đłđŠđ”đ¶đłđŻđŠđ„, đ”đ©đŠđłđŠâđŽ đŻđ° đžđąđș đžđŠ đ€đąđŻ đŽđ”đ°đ± đ”đ©đŠđź đȘđ§ đžđŠ đ”đłđș. đđŠâđđ đ€đ°đđđąđ±đŽđŠ đȘđŻ đąđŻ đȘđŻđŽđ”
âđđ©đŠđłđŠ đźđ¶đŽđ” đŁđŠ đ§đ°đłđźđȘđ„đąđŁđđŠ đŹđŻđȘđšđ©đ”đŽ đŽđžđąđłđźđȘđŻđš đąđłđ°đ¶đŻđ„, đžđ©đąđ” đ€đąđŻ đžđŠ đ„đ° đžđȘđ”đ© đ”đ©đŠđŽđŠ đŽđ°đđ„đȘđŠđłđŽ. . . đđ”âđŽ đ§đ¶đŻđ„đąđźđŠđŻđ”đąđđđș đ„đȘđ§đ§đŠđłđŠđŻđ” đ§đłđ°đź đŁđąđŻđ„đȘđ”đŽ đžđ©đ° đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đđŠđąđ·đŠ đąđ§đ”đŠđł đ©đ°đđ„đȘđŻđš đ°đ¶đ” đ§đ°đł đą đ§đŠđž đ„
âđđ©đŠ đźđąđłđČđ¶đȘđŽâđŽ đ§đąđźđȘđđș đźđąđș đŁđŠ đ§đȘđŻđŠ, đŁđ¶đ” đ”đ©đŠ đ€đ©đąđŻđ€đŠđŽ đ°đ§ đ¶đŽ đ„đșđȘđŻđš đąđłđŠ đ©đȘđšđ©. đđ·đŠđŻ đžđȘđ”đ©đ°đ¶đ” đ”đ©đąđ”, đ”đ©đŠđș đ±đłđ°đŁđąđŁđđș đžđ°đŻâđ” đđȘđŹđŠ đŻđ°đłđ”đ©đŠđłđŻ
They calculated that even if the expedition went on a rampage due to their anger, they wouldnât vent it on those who had at least opened the gates for them.
That was the extent of their calculations.
As a result, Marquis Kertzâs castle waited for the expedition with its gates open.
âIsnât there an archer hiding over there?â
âIs that boiling oil up there?â
âWhy are they pouring water? Ah! Itâs poisoned!â
â. . . . . .â
The elf king seemed to be quite wrong, as he found fault with everything the envoy did. If it wasnât for the sword, the envoy would have cursed at least once.
â. . .Are you sure itâs not real?â
Caenerna said in a surprised voice. The atmosphere inside the castle was so different from what she had imagined. If they had prepared an ambush, they should have hidden all the people who could be found and made artificial preparations. . .
The faces of the people who were coming out in a disorderly manner right now were filled with confusion, anxiety, and fear. It was clear that the marquis had really left in a hurry.
âMaybe itâs true that both the chief steward and the captain left with the marquis.â
âWhat reason could they possibly have to leave together like that. . .â
âWell, yeah. Unless his hidden lover suddenly collapsed or something, thereâs no reason to do that. . .â
The vassals who had come out hurriedly ran towards them. They needed to introduce themselves before the expedition started attacking out of anger.
âYour Highness! It is an honor to meet you like this. We have heard of Your Highnessâs honest and benevolent reputation from afar. I am. . .â
âNo! I strongly insisted that we open the castle gates! When the others opposed. . . Oh, the scribe, Zabek, insisted that we shouldnât open them.â
Johan was momentarily taken aback when he saw the vassals chattering noisily. It had been a long time since he had seen such a rabble.
âYou guys are really capable people.â
âTh. . . Thank you!â
âSo where is the marquis?â
â. . . . . .â
The vassals became speechless. No one knew the marquisâs whereabouts.
âSomeone has to take responsibility for the marquisâs absence.â
âYes. Your Highness! Youâre right!â
The vassals exclaimed in unison. They werenât very scared because they were thinking of going to the marquisâs remaining family and asking them to take responsibility.
âAlright. Put everyone here under house arrest. Donât treat them roughly, but punish them severely if they try to escape.â
â. . .Your Highness!?â
âWhere are the vassals who donât know where the marquis has gone? You must be involved as well.â
âNo! We really donât know!â
âThen figure it out.â
Johan deliberately stopped speaking coldly and turned away. The elf king asked in a serious voice.
âDo you really think theyâre covering for him?â
âNot that. . . They seem like theyâd take good care of their own lives, so theyâll find the marquisâs whereabouts on their own.â
Since theyâve been working here for a long time and have even felt the threat of death, they should find him on their own!
Johan intended to use them like hunting dogs.
,Ulrike desperately ran after the duke. It was the first time she had seen him look so forlorn.
âI liked it, actually, itâs just that I was annoyed that the person who gave it to me was acting all smug about it. Duke! Understand.â
Johan lowered his outstretched hand, perhaps barely persuaded by her earnest voice. Yet, still seemingly somewhat suspicious, Johan softly asked again.
âAre you sure youâre not dissatisfied?â
âItâs my favorite treasure out of all the ones I own.â
âWhat. . . not to that extent.â
âArenât you undervaluing yourself, Gong? Itâs just a statue, neither a sword nor a shield.â
â. . . . . .â
Ulrike was momentarily slightly irritated by this duke and his wife.
âđđ”âđŽ đźđș đ§đąđ¶đđ”, đŽđ° đ đ©đąđ·đŠ đ”đ° đ±đ¶đ” đ¶đ± đžđȘđ”đ© đȘ
âNo. It really is my favorite treasure. Iâve always dreamed of a treasure like this.â
It would be foolish to confess to being suspicious in this situation. Ulrike kept her expression unchanged and rattled off about how much she liked the treasure.
Johan, who had been skeptical at first, soon seemed to have his doubts cleared, nodding his head.
âThatâs a relief. I was worried whether Iâd be able to choose well when the countess asked me to. Iâm glad youâre satisfied.â
â. . .Are you really satisfied?â
Ulrike inwardly cursed the countess. If youâre going to give a gift, you should say so properly and hand it over. If you hide the details and give it to them, theyâll end up in a difficult situation like this.
Anyway, from top to bottom, there was nothing she didnât like. . .
After the satisfied duke left, Ulrike left the statue to the attendant.
âTake this away.â
âShall I have the servants return it to the fiefdom?â
â. . .Thereâs no need to go that far. Have it kept in storage properly.â
âYes. I shall do that.â
She had thought about just sending it back, but then she realized that the gift was not at fault. There was also the giverâs feelings, so Ulrike thought she would just erase the countess from her mind and use it.
đžđž
âIs it already this cold?â
âThere are places where it snows early.â
It wasnât for nothing that the expedition had purchased cold-weather gear before setting out. Johanâs men looked up at the sky, watching their breath. They were worried that the journey would be slowed down if it snowed.
âIt would be good to arrive at the marquisâs fiefdom by nightfall.â
âIs it possible that the marquis wonât welcome us?â
âIt would be better if he didnât.â
Johan answered his subordinateâs question resolutely. It couldnât be helped but to be good for both parties if they were welcomed. Due to the gradually cooling weather, the soldiers of the expedition were reluctant to camp out.
They even burned down the Sultanâs camp, how could they fail to draw out a mere northern marquis?
Grr.
Karamaf raised his head, having caught a scent, and called out to Johan with a low whine. Johan squinted his eyes and gazed ahead. In the distance, faint shadows could be seen moving amidst the mountain path.
âItâs the marquisâs flag.â
âYou can see it from here? I hope theyâre not coming out to fight us?â
âYeah. It looks like theyâve come to welcome us. Feel free to relay it.â
As Johanâs words spread, cheers of joy erupted from all over the expedition.
. . .However, that joy soon vanished as the envoy carrying the marquisâs flag approached them from the front.
âDid I hear that wrong?â
The elf king asked with a hardened expression. The envoy of Marquis Kertz almost fainted as the elf king glared at them. Still, they managed to speak again.
âThe marquis. . . has just received an urgent message and has left the castle with his men.â
âWhere to?â
âW. . . We donât know that either.â
âI see. So the Marquis Kertz is not present right now, and you havenât prepared a single lie to explain that. . . How irresponsible can you be!â
The furious elf king was about to draw his sword right away. Johan hurriedly stopped him. The elf king was a person who wouldnât listen to his subordinates no matter how much they tried to stop him once his anger exploded.
However, when the duke grabbed him, the elf king held back his sword and endured it. At that sight, the elf knights who were escorting the king from behind were impressed.
They felt how deep their friendship was.
âđđ©đąđ”âđŽ đžđ©đș đ©đŠ đ€đąđźđŠ đ”đ° đđȘđŽ đđąđ«đŠđŽđ”đșâđŽ đłđŠđŽđ€đ¶đŠ đžđ©đŠđŻ đžđŠ đžđŠđłđŠ đ€đąđ±đ”đ¶đłđŠđ„ đŁđș đ”đ©đŠ đđ¶đ
âđđ° đŁđŠ đąđŁđđŠ đ”đ° đ€đ°đŻđ”đłđ°đ đđȘđŽ đđąđ«đŠđŽđ”đșâđŽ đ§đȘđŠđłđș đ”đŠđźđ±đŠđłđąđź
However, Iselia, who was standing next to them, noticed something else.
â. . . đđ” đ”đ©đȘđŽ đłđąđ”đŠ, đ©đȘđŽ đžđłđȘđŽđ” đȘđŽ đšđ°đȘđŻđš đ”đ° đŁđłđŠđą
The elf king wasnât specifically looking at the dukeâs face to suppress his temper. As he was about to get angry, Johan grabbed his wrist so tightly that he stopped moving due to the pain.
From Iseliaâs perspective, who knew how terrifying Johanâs strength was, it didnât seem strange even if the angle of his wrist was bent strangely right now.
âL. . . Let go.â
âHave you calmed down?â
âYes. Thank you. Duke.â
The elf kingâs advantage was that he didnât care much about any rudeness once he acknowledged the other person.
Rubbing his wrist, the elf king spoke, seemingly because of something else.
âIf the marquis knows honor, tell him honestly! That all he has to offer his guests are swords and arrows. Then weâll treat him accordingly!â
It wasnât that the elf king was unusually bloodthirsty. Ulrike and everyone who knew even a little bit about customs had hardened expressions.
The nobles who were currently touring the empire after finishing the expedition to the Holy Land were all great nobles.
The marquis himself had to come out and treat them, and if he really couldnât come out because of unavoidable circumstances, he had to explain why.
Seeing the envoy simply blabbering that the marquis had gone out without any of that, one couldnât help but suspect that he was trying to openly insult them.
âBut isnât it a bit strange?â
While the elf king was ranting and raving, Johan asked the others.
âWhat do you mean, duke?â
âIf he was really so offended that he didnât want to greet us, he could have just pretended to be sick.â
âEven pretending to be sick would have hurt his pride. Itâs a common thing.â
Suetlg sounded gloomy. The extremely rational young duke was a special case, and usually nobles made foolish choices due to pride and honor.
The stubbornness of nobles was evident in the fierce eyes of the expedition army currently standing before them.
âIsnât it possible that he really did go out after receiving an urgent message?â
âNot everyone in the world is as rational and clever as you. . .â
Suetlg said, as if he was worried. If he continued like this and was betrayed once, he would feel how irrationally nobles act, and that probably wouldnât be very good for his mind.
Johan stopped the raging elf king again and asked the envoy.
âThen does that mean you canât let us into the castle since the marquis is absent right now?â
âNo! Of course we will welcome you in accordance with customs. The other masters are also waiting.â
In the absence of the marquis, it seemed that his spouse and children would welcome them instead. Of course, the elf king, whose mood was already sour, didnât take it straightforwardly.
âIt must be a trap.â
âI think itâs real.â
âThe duke is too kind and honest! Unlike Ulrike-gong and I who have coldness instead of piety, you can see the truth.â
â. . . . . .â
Ulrike was taken aback when she was suddenly hit by the elf king.
âđđ©đ° đ„đ°đŠđŽ đ”đ©đȘđŽ đ€đłđąđ»đș đŠđđ§ đŁđłđąđ” đ”đ©đȘđŻđŹ đ©đŠâđŽ đ”đąđđŹđȘđŻđš đ”
Ulrike felt for the first time that she couldnât even open her mouth because there were too many things to point out. Starting from the duke being innocent, to the elf king being cold. . . it was just too much.
However, she agreed with the elf king about this matter. She wanted to make use of this opportunity to find fault with them even if they stayed put, but when they came out to pick a fight like this, she felt like asking âđđ° đșđ°đ¶ đłđŠđąđđđș đžđąđŻđ” đ”đ° đ€đ°đŻđ”đȘđŻđ¶đŠ đșđ°đ¶đł đ§đąđźđȘđđș đ
âStill, Iâd like to check it out once.â
âHmm.â
âIf you say it like that. . .â
However, when Johan didnât give in, the two of them didnât stubbornly insist and backed down. It wasnât because of power or the number of soldiers they were leading. There was a respect that transcended that between them.
The envoy of the marquis, who had been trembling, was moved to tears at the sudden change in atmosphere. To be honest, he thought he might die here.
âThank you! Your Highness! Iâve heard that youâre a benevolent duke, and today Iâve learned that the rumors are true.â
âDo such rumors really circulate in the north?â
â. . .Yes!â
âđ đšđ¶đŠđŽđŽ đ đŹđŻđ°đž đžđ©đŠđłđŠ đ©đŠ đ©đŠđąđłđ„ đ”đ©đŠ đłđ¶đźđ°đłđŽ đ§
Johan smiled wryly to himself as the other person paused for a moment before answering. Even if good rumors spread, it didnât seem like they would spread all the way to the north.
There might be rumors about him being a fearsome knight though. . .
âBy the way. Duke. Do you know about the wonderful rumors circulating in the north about you?â
As the elf king opened his mouth with a delighted expression, Johan didnât really want to hear it.
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âWe should just close the castle gates and hold out even now!â
âThatâs crazy. How long do you think we can hold out? The preparations for the siege arenât even done properly.â
âThe castle walls are enough! How long can the enemy hold out?â
The people inside Marquis Kertzâs castle were not unaware of the situation outside.
âđđŠ đŻđŠđŠđ„ đ”đ° đ€đđ°đŽđŠ đ”đ©đŠ đ€đąđŽđ”đđŠ đšđąđ”đŠđŽ đłđȘđšđ©đ” đŻđ°đž đ”đ° đŁđđ°đ€đŹ đ”đ©đŠ đąđŻđšđłđș đŠđčđ±đŠđ„đȘđ”đȘđ°đŻâ and âđđŠ đŽđ©đ°đ¶đđ„ đ”đłđș đ”đ° đ€đđŠđąđł đ¶đ± đ”đ©đŠ đźđȘđŽđ¶đŻđ„đŠđłđŽđ”đąđŻđ„đȘđŻđš đŽđ°đźđŠđ©đ°đžâ were fiercely divided.
And surprisingly, the latter was more numerous. It wasnât because they trusted the expedition, but because they feared it.
âđđ©đŠđș đźđ¶đŽđ” đŁđŠ đŽđŠđąđŽđ°đŻđŠđ„ đ·đŠđ”đŠđłđąđŻđŽ đžđ©đ° đ©đąđ·đŠ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đłđŠđ”đ¶đłđŻđŠđ„, đ”đ©đŠđłđŠâđŽ đŻđ° đžđąđș đžđŠ đ€đąđŻ đŽđ”đ°đ± đ”đ©đŠđź đȘđ§ đžđŠ đ”đłđș. đđŠâđđ đ€đ°đđđąđ±đŽđŠ đȘđŻ đąđŻ đȘđŻđŽđ”
âđđ©đŠđłđŠ đźđ¶đŽđ” đŁđŠ đ§đ°đłđźđȘđ„đąđŁđđŠ đŹđŻđȘđšđ©đ”đŽ đŽđžđąđłđźđȘđŻđš đąđłđ°đ¶đŻđ„, đžđ©đąđ” đ€đąđŻ đžđŠ đ„đ° đžđȘđ”đ© đ”đ©đŠđŽđŠ đŽđ°đđ„đȘđŠđłđŽ. . . đđ”âđŽ đ§đ¶đŻđ„đąđźđŠđŻđ”đąđđđș đ„đȘđ§đ§đŠđłđŠđŻđ” đ§đłđ°đź đŁđąđŻđ„đȘđ”đŽ đžđ©đ° đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đđŠđąđ·đŠ đąđ§đ”đŠđł đ©đ°đđ„đȘđŻđš đ°đ¶đ” đ§đ°đł đą đ§đŠđž đ„
âđđ©đŠ đźđąđłđČđ¶đȘđŽâđŽ đ§đąđźđȘđđș đźđąđș đŁđŠ đ§đȘđŻđŠ, đŁđ¶đ” đ”đ©đŠ đ€đ©đąđŻđ€đŠđŽ đ°đ§ đ¶đŽ đ„đșđȘđŻđš đąđłđŠ đ©đȘđšđ©. đđ·đŠđŻ đžđȘđ”đ©đ°đ¶đ” đ”đ©đąđ”, đ”đ©đŠđș đ±đłđ°đŁđąđŁđđș đžđ°đŻâđ” đđȘđŹđŠ đŻđ°đłđ”đ©đŠđłđŻ
They calculated that even if the expedition went on a rampage due to their anger, they wouldnât vent it on those who had at least opened the gates for them.
That was the extent of their calculations.
As a result, Marquis Kertzâs castle waited for the expedition with its gates open.
âIsnât there an archer hiding over there?â
âIs that boiling oil up there?â
âWhy are they pouring water? Ah! Itâs poisoned!â
â. . . . . .â
The elf king seemed to be quite wrong, as he found fault with everything the envoy did. If it wasnât for the sword, the envoy would have cursed at least once.
â. . .Are you sure itâs not real?â
Caenerna said in a surprised voice. The atmosphere inside the castle was so different from what she had imagined. If they had prepared an ambush, they should have hidden all the people who could be found and made artificial preparations. . .
The faces of the people who were coming out in a disorderly manner right now were filled with confusion, anxiety, and fear. It was clear that the marquis had really left in a hurry.
âMaybe itâs true that both the chief steward and the captain left with the marquis.â
âWhat reason could they possibly have to leave together like that. . .â
âWell, yeah. Unless his hidden lover suddenly collapsed or something, thereâs no reason to do that. . .â
The vassals who had come out hurriedly ran towards them. They needed to introduce themselves before the expedition started attacking out of anger.
âYour Highness! It is an honor to meet you like this. We have heard of Your Highnessâs honest and benevolent reputation from afar. I am. . .â
âNo! I strongly insisted that we open the castle gates! When the others opposed. . . Oh, the scribe, Zabek, insisted that we shouldnât open them.â
Johan was momentarily taken aback when he saw the vassals chattering noisily. It had been a long time since he had seen such a rabble.
âYou guys are really capable people.â
âTh. . . Thank you!â
âSo where is the marquis?â
â. . . . . .â
The vassals became speechless. No one knew the marquisâs whereabouts.
âSomeone has to take responsibility for the marquisâs absence.â
âYes. Your Highness! Youâre right!â
The vassals exclaimed in unison. They werenât very scared because they were thinking of going to the marquisâs remaining family and asking them to take responsibility.
âAlright. Put everyone here under house arrest. Donât treat them roughly, but punish them severely if they try to escape.â
â. . .Your Highness!?â
âWhere are the vassals who donât know where the marquis has gone? You must be involved as well.â
âNo! We really donât know!â
âThen figure it out.â
Johan deliberately stopped speaking coldly and turned away. The elf king asked in a serious voice.
âDo you really think theyâre covering for him?â
âNot that. . . They seem like theyâd take good care of their own lives, so theyâll find the marquisâs whereabouts on their own.â
Since theyâve been working here for a long time and have even felt the threat of death, they should find him on their own!
Johan intended to use them like hunting dogs.
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