Count Rawdon had a sore throat.
There are dozens of reasons why he is sick, but the ones that are making his head hurt right now are:
“Honey! This needs to be taken seriously! How can he touch our child and not be expelled? We need to take this to the Knights!”
The wife, who had been raising her youngest son by being too naughty, yells at the knight to punish him.
Growing up as the daughter of a wealthy marquis, she doesn’t know anything about politics and talks like an idiot.
Do you really not know what it means to follow the Knights Templar, or rather, to fight the Silver Lion?
… I got married just because she was pretty, but I should have listened to my late mother when she tried to stop me.
However, I could tolerate my wife’s whining to some extent.
You can just let it go later.
But there are serious problems ahead.
“There will be no danger to your life. Knights are a race with extremely strong vitality. However, it will take at least a year to recover. … Although, it may be shortened if you have the fresh, pure 80% lifeblood of a troll.”
Another problem is that the Vice-Captain, who is supposed to lead the Knights of the Territory after the Captain, who is on the verge of retirement, is recovering slowly.
The family of knights of the Pollet line.
It is common for free knights and mercenaries seeking fame to request duels every other day.
It is also their pride to accept this.
But unfortunately, one of the knights of an important territory fell like that.
That too, a knight who hears the sound of the champion of the territory.
It was natural for the count to feel a sense of guilt.
‘Troll’s lifeblood? Where on earth do you get that?’
They say that if you have 80% pure troll blood, your recovery will be faster, but where would you find that easily?
It is a troll that rarely comes out from the deep forest, and even if you are successful in hunting it, its blood coagulates or becomes cloudy immediately upon death, so it is said that only 30% purity is recovered.
If you want to obtain 80% pure raw blood, you will need to bring along at least an Aura user.
That means it is impossible to obtain.
‘My head hurts, it hurts.’
This alone is enough to give me a headache… .
“My lord, if you wish, I will bring you his head right now.”
“Father! I will go forward myself!”
“…Why are you guys like this too?”
The knights who must protect the territory and the eldest son who must continue the lineage.
He is so indignant about this incident that he looks ready to draw his sword at any moment.
Looking at this, the count felt dizzy.
‘Are they thoughtless?’
Let’s say that my wife doesn’t know anything about knights or politics, but aren’t these guys the ones who will be protecting the family, or even Pendragon, in the future?
But have you forgotten that the Paulette family were royalists in the first place?
If you truly don’t know what it means to touch the Silver Lion, then you should behead these guys right now.
These guys will destroy your family.
‘… It’s my fault.’
Could it be such a big mistake to have neglected family affairs for a while after the three-year war with Britain?
I can’t believe there are only such pitiful people around me. I have treated my children and family poorly.
Should have been dealt with more strictly.
If that were the case, they wouldn’t have acted so rudely.
‘Where should I start organizing?’
The count’s worries deepened.
……at that time.
“-You seem deeply troubled, Count.”
“… … .”
“Haha, well, ruling a family isn’t an easy task. I understand.”
“… … .”
“Why don’t you answer me? Do you hate this old man so much? I feel ashamed.”
“… … .”
─Count Roden couldn’t even breathe properly.
No, I couldn’t respond in any way and just kept trembling.
How long has it been there?
An old man walking stealthily in the dark shadows with his back to the bright moon.
On the surface, he is just a very kind old butler.
But Rodan will never be fooled.
Don’t be fooled by that soft voice.
I won’t be fooled by that kind face.
I can never forget the tragedy that ‘that old man’ caused, so how could I be fooled?
Rodan ‘dare’ to say his name in a trembling voice.
“Ah, Prince Albert… .”
“Haha, I am honored that the Count remembers an old man like me.”
“… Prince Albert! We did nothing. Our family never intended to go against the royal family!”
He made his excuses in a screaming manner.
The excuses continued without any basis.
That’s how scared Rodan was
Because he’s one of only three Auror users in the kingdom?
no.
Although the force he possessed was powerful, it was not something to be feared this much.
The reason he is truly afraid is….
“Don’t worry, I’m not here to interrogate you. It’s been a while since I retired, haha.”
Because I remember how terrifying his ‘former job’ was.
Inquisitor John Ray Albert.
A murderer who wiped out ninety families in the past!
And Rodan still remembers.
That old man, with that cross on his back, must have skewered countless people!
But he laughed.
As if it were nothing more than an illusion of a time that had already passed.
“It’s all in the past. Now that I’ve washed my hands of it, there’s nothing for you to worry about, Count. The past is the past, isn’t it?”
gibberish-!
“… The elders who remember those days wet their pants at the mere mention of your name and scratch their heads until they bleed in fear. But you say that’s just the past?!”
“When I was young, I was a little bit crazy. Everyone has something they are passionate about when they are young, and the thing that this old man was passionate about was the teachings of God. At that time, it was my whole life. Well, now I am just an old man who has burned all his youth and is nothing but bones.”
“… … .”
“Haha, laugh, Count. This is the time to laugh. Haha! How can you possibly get along with the young people if you have no sense like this?”
Albert put his hand on his face.
One might ask whether it was permissible for a Baron to touch the Count’s face, but no man would dare say such a thing in front of this old man.
Before he knew it, Albert had forced the corners of Rodan’s mouth to lift into a smile, and Rodan’s eyes had become so moist that it seemed as if dew was forming.
Every time his hands touched her, her whole body was soaked with cold sweat, and he shivered as if he was in the cold.
So his lips formed a forced crescent shape.
“Well, that’s a nice smile.”
Albert gradually withdrew his hand, saying he was satisfied.
“… … Oh, why did you come here?”
The count asked, trembling with fear.
We need to know what he did wrong so that old man never shows up again.
“Heh heh.”
Was this the right answer?
He was pleased.
It couldn’t be anything other than a wise decision befitting the head of a household.
So he decided to change his ‘original purpose’.
“Oh, it’s nothing. There’s a young man that this old man has his eye on, and I heard that he’s been involved with the Count’s family recently. That’s why I came here.”
“Sir, no way!”
“Count. The Count is a great nobleman. Unlike the fools of the noble faction who think the world is theirs, or the lunatics of the neutral faction, he is a member of the royalist faction who knows the current situation well. So, ‘please’ don’t let this old man carry the cross. How can you do that?”
“… … .”
“Haha, I’ll take your answer as it is.”
Swish.
The next moment.
He disappeared just as suddenly as he had appeared.
“… … .”
Rodan was silent.
Although it was as if he was possessed by a ghost, Rodan felt the warmth lingering on his face and the corners of his lips forced up, and he realized that what he had seen was not a ghost but reality.
And furthermore, there is evidence that tells us that we have met him.
“……blood?”
It was blood.
And blood that hasn’t even dried yet.
It wasn’t his own blood. It wasn’t Albert’s blood either.
If we really have to be specific, this is definitely… .
‘The blood of others, of others.’
Damn!
He realized something he didn’t want to know.
The old man said he was already covered in blood before he came to me.
The blood of others, not your own…!
As Rodan realized this, he slowly lowered his head and shook his shoulders slightly.
He realized what would have happened to them if he hadn’t bowed first.
It’s too scary to even put into words…!
Kwang.
“Honey, I tell you again, this matter must be brought to the attention of the royal family immediately, … …Honey?”
“… … .”
“Hey, honey? What’s wrong with you? Honey…?”
“… … .”
“Hey, are you crying?”
The count was sobbing, and his wife was embarrassed.
I have never seen him cry even once during our entire marriage, even though he is extremely stubborn.
But how would she know?
How relieved he must be that he, and his entire family, have come back from the dead.
How grateful I am to still be alive and breathing.
So the count cried, and his wife, in a panic, could only slowly approach him and try to comfort him.
And the next morning.
When news came that more than six newspapers and one of the conglomerates that sponsored them had been engulfed in flames and burned down overnight, the count silently went to find his son with a wooden sword in hand.
It was the conclusion of a ‘minor incident’ that occurred one moonlit night.
