The Blood Knight’s Villains

My Villains Chapter 458

66. Prince Silver (13)

After the meeting at the headquarters of the guards, I gathered my thoughts in the office for a while and called Heila to ask questions before heading to the carpentry union area near the north gate of the city.

Originally, this area was the workplace of professional craftsmen such as architects, furniture makers, and wheel makers, as well as apprentices and day laborers who assisted them. However, after Eisbobalt was occupied by the army led by me, this place became a temporary camp for the Nudeins.

The low-ranking warriors made their lodgings in a three-story apartment building made of yellow and black bricks, and the vacant lot in the northeast, where logs cut from the nearby hills were piled up, was filled with tents spread by sluts among the Nudeins.

The furniture factory, which became a den of Nudeans and Gellan prostitutes, was crowded with soldiers from all over the continent, and instead of small and dainty handicrafts, various weapons, chain armor, and pack horses were scattered on the roadside stalls. was going

In the carpenter’s shop next door, some frostbite from the Permanent Court sent to normalize the district were arguing with ‘Syrid Keith’, old warriors who acted similarly to officers in the Nudan army.

Well, it is true that the Nudans are turning the woodworking union area and the area into a mess… but on the other hand, I wonder if it is necessary to expel them right away.

Aren’t they all going to leave after the war is over anyway? I didn’t want to feel like I was being treated badly by the warriors who fought bravely in the past several battles by rushing things.

…no way. Let’s not worry about it. Heyla will take care of it.

“Hyala Hunafi!”

“Qiam jias ayuha.”

Upon entering the area, numerous nude warriors pretended to know.

The one who dismantled the goat in front of the tent, the one who basked in the warm sunlight with bandages, the one who wiped a knife with an oiled rag, the one who tended a wounded war horse, the one who handed out flat-baked bread to his comrades. They either stopped what they were doing or stood up in a hurry, put their hands together and said something.

“Antina surun udaana-”

“Pudat jura walasim ijan lenes aran hareth?”

“…What are you talking about these guys?”

I couldn’t understand a single word of Gaullan they spoke, but I could easily guess that they were greeting or blessing from their tone of voice and expression.

“Ah done. Does anyone know how to speak Milanol or Gellan?”

A man jumped out from among the warriors who were buzzing at the words he shouted nervously while pulling the reins.

“Here it is kaunsiraas Huna Phi! I speak Milanol well.”

When he revealed that he had come to see Atalanta, the middle-aged warrior with all his front teeth missing smiled brightly as if he knew that. And he was leading the way, bending at the waist as if he were about to touch the ground.

Guided by him, the warriors inside the tent rushed out as if they had heard the commotion.

They were kind of welcoming, saying Hiyala Hunafi and Gias Ahwia and gesticulating, but it wasn’t very welcoming. The sight of half-naked men popping out after a rest and filling my field of view was a scene quite far from my taste.

…… I should advise Atalante to increase the proportion of female warriors under the curtain. If we make the prostitutes hold weapons instead of sticks to live with, wouldn’t the perception of the nudes improve in their own way?

“hey. Tell everyone to shut up.”

“Luba? Are you hungry kaunjur walasim?”

“No, I don’t want to see your friends, so let them all in.”

“Ruf haram buan? Are you going to the restaurant?”

“…You bastard, are you pretending not to understand?”

The unpleasant experience came to an end when we reached the sawmill, the facility that occupied the most land in the woodworking union district.

The sawmill, surrounded by a low fence, was in a wide yard, and on one side of it, instead of tools or timber being trimmed, a large tent was located.

A nude-type tent that is luxurious and adorned with a gold curtain with red cloth and a grid pattern decorated with rings, and a flag embroidered with three purple eyes. Even a stranger would be able to recognize at once that it was the residence of the head of the Nudein tribe.

Leaving behind the brazen middle-aged warrior, he entered the sawmill. As if she was training in the yard, Atalanta was surrounded by five heavily armed warriors, clad in uniforms with their belly button and shoulders exposed, holding poles. She quickly dodged the wooden sword aiming at her chin, and when she fired a pole in succession, the two Hareskis were hit in the chest and staggered greatly.

“Hoo-wook hoo- What nix?”

Atalanta, who was catching her breath, spotted me and raised her hand. Beads of sweat that had formed on his thin, supple, muscular forearms ran down his smooth armpits and hid under his uniform. I watched in awe as the process continued with my finely tanned abs, and I quickly shook my head and opened my mouth.

“Did you know?”

“huh? what?”

“Prince’s plan.”

“…What are you talking about when you come to me out of nowhere?”

Atalanta narrowed her brows with bewildered eyes and waved her hand. Four of the Hares kisses backed away and one approached her and handed her a pole.

“Didn’t the prince tell you in advance?”

“griffin? What hint? Your prince said he was only going to have a meeting with his aides, so I only showed my face for a moment and came back?”

“No, not today. Before the blade comes over.”

“Hmm?”

It took a while for me to tilt my head with a familiar face, but Atalanta led me to the tent, saying that we should go in and talk.

“Looks like something interesting came up at the meeting?”

“…The fun is that everyone looks like they got hit in the back of the head by Utequai, but what?” Strictly speaking, it wasn’t ‘everyone’.

Sir Ariad was perfectly calm, as if he had known in advance the plan of negotiations with the emperor proposed by Prince Ulkar, or had guessed it in his heart. Master Madaz wasn’t very interested and had a sullen face.

Sir Langboldt stuttered in embarrassment and spat out the Shore dialect that sailors would use, and Sir Ankir went red-faced and went on a rampage. Other knights responded similarly, and even Father Gospatrick, an old priest, mumbled a prayer with his lips wet.

“Haha, that’s nonsense. There’s no way you’ll be stabbed in the back of the head by Mr. Hatanka and have no facial expression left.”

“So did you know beforehand?”

“What exactly are you curious about?”

Atalanta furrowed her eyebrows and drank from the small water jug on the table. The scent of dried flowers wafted through the tent, and she said, rubbing the corners of her mouth with the red band on her wrist.

“You have to tell me what you want to hear so I can answer or not.”

“A negotiation with the emperor.”

“aha.”

Atalanta was about to say something when a low voice came from the entrance of the tent.

“Napidat. Guihe lines hocbo?”

“Naem’ aidkeal ya.”

At the owner’s answer, the scale armored warriors entered the tent with their gaze lowered. They quietly withdrew, leaving only two large wooden bathtubs lapping with water.

“Do you want to wash too?”

“it’s okay.”

Atalanta nodded as if telling them to do as they pleased, and as soon as the Hares kisses left the tent, they threw off their short uniforms.

“Then come over here and wash your hair.”

“Sir, I am busy. Answer me quickly.”

Wetting her ash-purple hair with water, Atalanta stuck out her lower lip.

“I thought I was going to die from refraining from leaving my strong body, but would you mind washing my hair?” “You are talking like a manipulative. Anyone who hears it will know that you are a widow.”

“The widow is alkarf. Can’t get any better than that.”

After washing her face a couple of times to cool off, she brushed her hair back and started talking.

“A guy who has only one lover hasn’t come to see me for weeks, and I keep hearing rumors about it. He says he picks up eline here and there. In my heart, I really want to go in, but hyakbatu is full of crazy people around me, so I’m afraid to go alone, so I’m afraid I’ll have to bring an army with me. Shiua’amat I’m really like a dog. A laggard West would rather make a toy out of the ashes.” I calmly pressed my temples at the story that seemed to be disorienting.

“…What do you pick? And some weeks haven’t even passed ten days.”

“Don’t be mean. Ten days have certainly passed.”

“And don’t keep talking back and answer the questions I ask. Did you know about the negotiation plan with the emperor?”

Atalanta shrugged as she leaned back in the bathtub.

“I don’t know the exact details either. I was just guessing there might be something like that.”

“Since when?”

“hmm. If you ask me that, it must have been since I stayed at High Castle. You delivered the prince’s offer to give you half of the anst if you participate in the war. at that time.”

“….”at that time?”

“It’s me, since you said it, I just believed it, but Agos and Mr. Rubio- Anyway, the warriors made a big fuss about having to check it out. So I sent them both.”

“Where are you sending it to the prince?”

“uh. Nyx, give me balm over there.”

She grabbed a glass bottle thrown by her telekinesis and continued talking while spraying fragrant oil in the bathtub.

“It’s funny to say things like this now, but even back then, the Elector Counts seemed to be able to do something. It’s a low odds gamble, but… you know. The stake is the money sold, so I was blinded for a moment.”

“Wasn’t it Agos and Rubio?”

“No, half crazy is the same for everyone. It would be more strange not to be crazy about giving the land and Angst. But no matter how distracted I was, it wasn’t enough to forget that dealing with the emperor was crazy.”

Atalanta buried herself in the bathtub until the bubbling bath water reached her chin, and groped for the past with a languid face.

“So I persistently inquired, and the prince delivered just one word. ‘The Emperor will welcome you with open arms.’”

“Did we have a lot of eye candy? As soon as I heard that, I guessed it. Oh, if things go wrong, they are going to roast and boil the emperor and eat away at least a little of the land.”

“…is that the end?”

“Uh, it’s over. What more do you want to hear?”

I rubbed my eyebrows as I sat down on the bed with the thin duvet on it.

“Me too. Why are you so unprepared?” “What measures?”

“Do you know what the prince’s plan is?”

“Oh, tell me how many times. I’m just guessing, I don’t know exactly.”

I closed my eyes tightly at the sight of Atalanta talking carelessly with foam on his head.

a few hours ago.

In the conference room on the first floor of the Guard Headquarters building, Prince Ulkar spoke calmly.

“First of all, I need to reconfirm the purpose of this war to help you understand

.” “…the purpose of the war?”

Ever since I heard that I would negotiate with the emperor while occupying the vast land of Obdorf and Anstra, I had lost my senses and already had a stupid expression on my face.

“The Duke of Avillambus dragged Vice King Buckard into the attack and we fought back. That’s it, do you need some kind of reconfirmation?”

“If it is limited to the defense battles in the kingdom, Lord Phoenix’s words are correct. We just repulsed the enemies who invaded High Castle—no, the plateau and Unpaste.”

Lord Ankir, who had been listening silently, got lucky.

“Does that mean that the purpose of the offensive campaign after crossing the border is different?”

“Exactly.”

The giant knight looked at the faces of the crowd and smiled awkwardly.

“Your Highness. Unfortunately, it is a story that the parties involved in the war are hearing for the first time. Wasn’t Your Highness sending Lord Phoenix across the edge of the blade to break through the rear of the Elector Countess?”

“That was the tactical purpose. But that is not the purpose we must set forth from now on.”

Uncharacteristically, Prince Ulkar hesitated for a moment before opening his mouth. At those words, not only I but also the prince’s other subordinates did not understand properly for a while, and only blinked their eyes.

“The goal of this assault was to recover the rights that the Duke of Avillambers had unfairly taken away from my niece, Princess Theodora.”

“…yes? What…

Lord Ankir’s shrill murmur was followed by a moment of silence. And after a few seconds, the meeting room turned upside down.

“…what? Why are you talking about that lady all of a sudden?”

Atalanta moved the bathtub to rinse off the foam on her body and asked a question, and I answered with a narrowed brow.

“He’s the Duke of Strom. Princess Theodora is the only surviving child of the former duke Guelambus, so she has the right to succeed.”

“Yeah, I know. But that lady is a priest. What kind of right of succession do you have? Did you even change money?”

“In the Calandari Church, no, in the Gwangmyeong Church, where is the change? And since Princess Heung is a paladin that the bishops of Heung are especially looking out for, I couldn’t even dream of doing something like that.”

“Then what bullshit is your prince talking about? What are you going to do with a young lady who has no right of succession in the first place?”

“Strictly speaking, there is no right of succession. It’s just that I can’t claim my rights.”

“Is that different?”

“If you can’t claim your rights because of your clerical position, it’s handed over to a qualified person…. Oh, I don’t know. Heila explained to me that it was some kind of imperial custom or church law, but she said there was something like that.”

“So what are you going to do? Of the estates of Prince Strom, you’ve already eaten Anstrang of Dorf, so you’re going to eat the other three? Putting Princess Theodora’s rights first? The emperor’s army came right in front of me?”

I shook my head helplessly as Atalanta stood up from the bathtub sprinkling water and asked while covering her body and head with a towel.

“Are you crazy? He said he would be satisfied with just Angst and Obdorf.”

“I’d be happy to accept such a deal. The emperor isn’t an idiot.”

“…After hearing what the prince had to say, there was no reason not to accept it.” “What do you mean?” “Princess Theodora’s right to the territory was inherited from the Duke of Guelambus, and the Duke of Guelambus was the elector of the empire.”

Atalanta, who was drying her hair, hesitated and opened her mouth slightly.

“for a moment. No way”

“As soon as the emperor accepts the prince’s proposal, the empire’s territory will be completely restored. The person who inherits the right of succession from Princess Theodora becomes the high lord of Angst and Obdorf, a half-electoral countess, and a vassal of the emperor.”

“…under.”

She put her hand on her forehead and burst out laughing.

“Well, from the emperor’s point of view, it must be a welcome sound.”

“I guess so. The most nerve-wracking competitor is splitting in two. If the bastard who waged a war on his own, relying on the vast land mass and population, loses nearly half of his strength, even like me, he will dance excitedly.”

“Then what will become of us Lu alkarf?”

“What’s going on? You get a title and become a vassal of the half-electoral count.” Atalanta, who was just about to react, tilted her head after hearing my words.

“…what. I don’t care, then?”

“It doesn’t matter,”

I tried to spit out the curse that rose to the bottom of my chin, but then I laid down on the bed and sighed as she looked at her eyes, her amber eyes shining with an expression of ‘What’s wrong?’

“…Uhhh you idiot. It doesn’t matter, why not? Do you think you can defend the gold hail in Angst by yourself? Even if someone looks after you, you’re going to have a hard time, but the person who should look after you is in a situation where you’re going to be fucked?”

“it’s okay. Do I have to care until later? I worked like a slave for 24 years, caught on a leash by my father who was a whole god and father who was a half-god. Alkarf Once I get a place to live, my job is done with that. The land of salvation or whatever is called the land of salvation, they tell you to find it.”

Atalanta, who had been laughing as if he was cool inside while he was speechless at those words full of sincerity, suddenly looked back at me.

“But who is the one who should look after me?”

“…Who is it? It’s Prince Ulkar.”

” ah.”

She blinked for a moment, then opened her mouth again.

“Come to think of it, if things go according to plan… by any chance your prince wants to stop living?”

“…that’s what I want to say.”

I let out a deep sigh, thinking of Prince Ulkar, who would be branded as a traitor by the world’s asshole if the negotiations were done.

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