Grantsrale. The Imperial Capital.
It had been so ti after Falanya had arrived at Silass mansion.
She was in unfamiliar territory. She must have been placed under his protection so they could monitor her. The vibe was different from her ho, Willeron Palace.
Under these circumstances
Hoooooow cyuuuute!
Falanya was loving every minute of it.
Look, Nanaki! Look! Aww! Shes trying to walk! How precious!
Uh-huh. Nanaki seed bored by watching his master hop in joy.
The reason for her excitent sat right in front of them.
Bah.
A human baby.
Not even a year old, the baby had a roly-poly body and a cloud of white hair. Her footsteps were unsteady. She was a walking bundle of joy.
Over here, Elise.
Awoo.
Elise was the babys na. Using the wall for support, she toddled across the floor to where Falanya sat waiting. Elise pressed her hands on the princesss knees, stopping herself from tumbling over.
Wow! Youre such a good girl, Elise! Falanya gave Elise a big hug and rubbed their cheeks together with enough force to fuse them.
Falanya had fallen head over heels for the girl ever since she ca to the mansion.
You seem fond of Elise. A Flahm woman smiled as she watched the two.
Her na was Mirabellewife of Silas, who was the master of the house, and Elises mother.
Elise adores you just as much, Your Highness. As her mother, Im delighted.
Tee-hee. You really think so?
Shes just flattering you, Falanya, Nanaki said.
Falanya went to give Nanaki next to her a good kick in the leg. He avoided it soundlessly.
Hmph, you dont know what youre talking about, Nanaki. Elise and I are two peas in a pod. She smiled at the baby. Elise had on a puzzled look but replied by tracing her small hand along Falanyas face.
Suddenly, the baby frowned in the princesss arms.
Wah
Whats wrong? Oh, theres a weird sll.
Nanaki knew what the problem was. She defecated.
Defe Wah! Falanya jolted backobviously careful not to drop Elise.
Your Highness, I will take her. Mirabelle held out her arms with a giggle, and Falanya handed the baby over. With practiced hands, she undressed Elise and changed her diaper.
Falanya seed to admire her dexterity. Doesnt Elise have a wet nurse?
No. Im responsible for her care.
Oh, Falanya thought with surprise. She was used to aristocrats who bragged about outsourcing their daily tasks as their natural-born right. It explained why many of them had wet nurses care for their babies.
Of course, there were aristocrats in rural areas who didnt have the sa standards and those too poor to hire soone. But Mirabelle was a noble wife who resided in the Imperial Capital. If she was raising a child herself
I imagine you want to raise your child in your own way, Falanya concluded.
Mirabelle gave a small smile, which was unexpected.
Hmm? Was I wrong?
No, pardon . Your Highnesss words have told how the Flahm are treated in Natra.
Falanya cocked her head to the side.
Mirabelle continued, In the Empire, the Flahm are treated the sa as every other race, but there are people who discriminate against us, though they say nothing about it. To be frank, very few people are willing to care for Flahm infants.
Falanya gasped. Now that she thought back on it, the staff in this mansion was surprisingly small for its size. Perhaps most balked at the idea of serving a Flahm.
Were Flahm aristocrats, which ans were targets of jealousy and misguided hatred. I hesitate to trust Elise with soone under our employ, knowing they might feel the sa way.
Mirabelle smiled for a mont as she rocked Elise.
GrrI see. The Empire hasnt completely changed.
Falanya pursed her lips. The Earthworld Empire was considered one of the most developed nations on the continent. She had been looking forward to her visit, and many things in the Imperial Capital were new to her, which made her even more upset that the material circumstances for this baby were less than what could be provided in Natra.
Compared to the West, I can see that the Empire is more progressive. I heard the situation has improved slightly, but Ive learned the Flahm have shaved their childrens heads and gouged out their eyes to protect them from discrimination
Without their characteristic white hair and red eyes, the Flahm would look no different from others. But the children and parents must have shed many tears to achieve that end.
Falanya knew of similar stories, but hearing them directly from a Flahm broke her heart.
Mirabelle tried to raise her spirits. Oh, we have no intention of doing that to our child. With strong hearts, we live as Flahm in the Empire. She stroked Elises hair with a wry smile. Its good that her hair is white. I dont know what I would have done if it were red.
Red?
Do you not know about the famous legend passed down among the Flahm?
It was the first Falanya had heard of it.
When she flashed Nanaki a questioning look, he nodded. Once every hundred years, a Flahm is born with flaming red hair, marking a hundred years of prosperity for its peopleor so the legend goes.
In the ancient language, Flahm ans glow or glowing person. Its said these leaders with red hair were given the honorary title of Flahm, and as ti passed, our entire race inherited the na.
WowI didnt know there was such a legend. Falanya nodded with admiration.
Mirabelle continued, They say it was a red-haired Flahm who built a prosperous kingdom for our people in the West. Many still believe that ti will co again. If this child had been born with red hair, the Flahm would deify and expect too much from her.
A kingdom of Flahm? Another tidbit that was news to Falanya.
Just as she was about to release a stream of questions
The master has returned.
Falanya and Mirabelle looked at the staff mber who had spoken from the entrance of the room. Silas was there.
Welco back, dear. Mirabelle smiled with Elise in her arms.
Silas approached her and stroked Elises cheek with his finger. Anything happen while I was away?
Not at all. Her Highness and I have been playing with the baby.
He nodded and turned toward Falanya. I apologize for making you entertain my child, Your Highness. Youre supposed to be our guest.
Please. Ive been enjoying myself. This is so new to , too. Besides, I appreciate all the interesting things Mirabelle has been teaching .
Im glad to hear it, Silas said, smiling.
Are you finished for the day? Mirabelle asked.
He shook his head. No, I must go to the palace for a short while. There seems to be sothing going down in Nalthia.
Falanya twitched.
News was traveling through the Empire that Detrio had lost in his fight against Bardloche It had reached Falanyas ears, of course. People were speculating that Detrio had sohow escaped, but there was still no information on the safety of Wein, who was with him.
Falanya.
Im okay, Nanaki. Wein wont die.
Falanya turned to Nanaki and smiled. By the way, Sir Silas, did anything beco of the two things we discussed earlier?
You will be pleased to hear one item of business is going smoothly. The several people that Your Highness wishes to et are awaiting you at the Imperial Palace. If you would like, I can accompany you there shortly.
Thank you, Sir Silas. Well, I suppose I shall hurry and get ready.
She was worried about her brother, but her gut told her he was safe. Moreover, Falanya knew she had more to think about than Weins welfare at the mont.
Ill fulfill my duty. I know you will, too, Wein.
Falanya took action, knowing her prayers would reach her brother.
Lowellmina had been incredibly busy since the Imperial princes armies began to move.
After all, Lowellmina didnt have many forces to mobilize. She was the leader of the patriots, a group of those concerned about the future of their nation. They might have agreed with her desire for a peaceful end to things, but they werent trying to put her on the throne.
She might have been absorbing information about each area through any possible ans, but Lowellmina didnt have nearly enough assistance to help her attain detailed reports. Even just keeping up with the princes situations had worked them to the bone.
So where is Detrio now? Lowellmina asked.
Fyshe riffled through her mountain of paperwork for the appropriate docunt. Right. Hes retreated to the city of Bellida, currently regrouping his remaining forces.
I wonder how many soldiers will return with him.
History proved that the losers of any battle were t with disaster.
It was easy to talk about making a coback, but accomplishing it was a different matter.
It seems he currently has around three thousand soldiers gathered in the city. If he can salvage five thousand, that would be remarkable. I imagine quite a few have lost their lives.
So of his fifteen thousand, ten thousand were either killed or fled the battlefield.
A staggering number. This was on top of the casualties in Bardloches army, too. Just imagining the battlefield was nauseating.
Prince Bardloche is currently reorganizing his forces. Prince Manfred has nearly assembled enough of his own soldiers, but we arent sure how he might act next.
And Wein?
We dont know much about him. There has been no report of his death, so I presu he is still with Prince Detrio, but
Hmm, Lowellmina said, seeming uneasy.
Bardloche had won the fight against Detrio. So the problem was whatever happened next. How would each of the remaining forces make their move?
There is one more matter to discuss. Its about Falanyas odd behaviors.
Whats been so odd?
Through Sir Silas, we know she has been making plans to et with high-level officials and top business leaders in the Imperial Capital.
Well, shes finally in the capital. Of course she would use this chance to make personal connections. However
If this were any other princess, she wouldnt have thought twice about it. But this was Falanya. Lowellmina knew through experience that she couldnt underestimate her.
Princess Falanyas voice has the lilt of a devil.
Voices ant everything for politicians. One that was easy on the ear and traveled far could elevate a speech. Wein and Lowellminas voices fell into that category; Wein could muster up his soldiers morale, and Lowellmina make all forget their fears.
Falanya was on a whole different level, however. Back in altars, she had spurred three thousand citizens into action with her words alone. Neither Wein nor Lowellmina could have pulled off such a feat. Soldiers, maybe, but not average citizens as Falanya had done. They couldnt fight and didnt possess the will to walk forward. But she did it. It was a miracle.
Falanya was a wild card ant to get to take a gamble. I thought her role ended there, but does she have other motives?
Could Falanya do in the capital what she did in altars?
Lowellmina felt chances were slim. Though her voice had been hypnotizing, a number of factors had contributed to the events in altars. That said, she couldnt let her guard down.
Fyshe, do we have anyone free at the mont?
We do not. But I can work sothing out if need be.
In that case, tighten the surveillance around Princess Falanya. At the very least, find out who she ets.
Understood.
Lowellmina was burning through her cards. It was nice to have so cushion for an ergency, but it wasnt feasible in their current situation.
Was Wein the one tying up her hands? He had to be.
That jerk, Lowellmina thought, ntally slapping him.
Pardon ! A ssenger flew into the room.
What is it? Lowellmina asked, having a bad feeling about this. A bead of sweat trickled down her face.
Prince Bardloche is preparing to hold the baptism in Nalthia!
She sensed the imaginary Wein that she had been slapping around flash a grin.
Sothing strange was going on inside Nalthia. Glen realized this soon after the battle with Detrios army.
First of all, the citizens of Nalthia had been against Bardloches army occupying the city. He had charged into sacred land, intent on interrupting their ti-honored ceremony. Of course they werent happy.
Now that Detrio had lost, the baptism was obviously postponed. Glen had assud this would put the citizens in an even worse mood.
So how can I explain this?
From what Glen could tell as he patrolled the city, the people were in a strangely festive mood. He initially thought Bardloches supporters in Nalthia were celebrating his victory, but it seed cheer had spread across the entire city.
Well, well be withdrawing from the city as soon as weve cleaned up after the war. Are they that overjoyed to be free of us soon? But Glen contemplated in the guardroom.
A subordinate ca rushing in. Captain Glen, Ive just returned!
The man was a native from Nalthia. Glen had ordered him to search his hotown for answers to this inexplicable situation.
So did you find out anything?
The subordinates report was far from expected. WellI cant pinpoint the exact source, but rumors have it that Prince Bardloche will undergo the baptism.
What did you say? Glen asked, scowling involuntarily. What are you talking about? Dont we have plans to withdraw soon?
Yes, but for so reason, this has been spreading among the citizenscausing their restlessness.
The ceremonial baptism was extrely important to the people of Nalthia. They didnt care who underwent it. Now that the eldest prince had been fended off, they must have thought Bardloche would be a far more suitable Emperor.
If thats whats going on Sweat ran down Glens spine. He didnt have a good feeling about this and stood up. Do you know the source of the rumors?
There are several reports of people seeing unfamiliar faces when they heard the rumors. I dont know if thats related.
Where were they spotted? Glen spread out a map on a nearby table.
Here and hereso mostly around the northern district.
Thats by the lake.
Veijyu Lake was in Nalthia. The northern district was adjacent to the lake and transported a great deal of water. These waterways were the lifeline of Nalthia. Any kind of military activity would not be received well, which was why it had been given free rein despite Bardloches army occupying that area.
Summon all hands. Were heading to the north. Ill go ahead and scope the area out.
Please wait. The citizens will be enraged if we step in without reason, especially if you go by yourself, Captain.
Were up against ti. Hurry!
Agh, fine! Please dont do anything reckless before everyone has assembled!
The unit mber scrambled out of the guardroom. Glen put on his cloak, hung his sword at his side, and headed outside.
The northern part of the city was as lively as ever when Glen arrived.
It thrived off aquatic life caught in Veijyu Lake and served as a trading hub for other cities adjacent to the lake. Transporting goods over water was easier than on land, since it was all flat and used wind power to move packed ships.
The problem is that we havent been too diligent when patrolling the area, so we can avoid obstructing free trade.
Veijyu Lake was crucial to the Empire; they would never allow bandits to run rampant, but the reality was that a few unsavory types managed to sneak in.
Pardon . Have you seen any suspicious or unfamiliar persons in this area? Glen asked the owner of a fruit stall. He didnt know much about Nalthia. Sniffing around for clues was going to be his best bet.
Other than the one right in front of ? The man shrugged.
Glen took a piece of fruit and handed over a silver coin. Besides myself and other military personnel.
Who knows? Theres always people coming and going from these boats.
Well, have you heard anything about Prince Bardloche undergoing the baptism?
Ah. Yeah, I heard. Im pretty sure I heard the sailors by the docks talking about it.
At the dock, huh Well, excuse .
No problem. Hey, take another one for the road. The owner suggested he buy by the carton next ti.
The captain took his fruit and headed farther north of the city. After walking for so ti, he arrived at the docks. There, he found sailors lugging cargo, rchants inspecting wares, and people fishing. Glen scanned the area and made his way toward a group of sailors doing nothing in particular.
Excuse . Id like to ask you a few questions.
Excuse you? The sailors glared at Glen. Hey, we got an army man. This isnt a place for soone like yerself. Go on ho.
I promise Ill leave as soon as you answer my questions.
Tch. Youre starting to get annoying, dude.
Glen refused to back down. The air was starting to get heavy. One of the sailors eyed the fruit in Glens hands.
Well tell you anything if you can show us a trick with that piece of fruit.
With this?
Yeah. Or is that too hard for a military man who can only swing his sword?
The n barked with laughter. Glen didnt react, looking between the fruit in his hands and the n before smiling.
Well then, dont take your eyes off .
Huh?
Glen chucked the fruit in the air.
As soon as the sailors looked up, he launched himself off the ground. He drove the heel of his palm into the stomach of one defenseless sailor and simultaneously struck the chin and legs of another. Noticing sothing was off, the last sailor reacted, just as Glen closed in on him, wrapping around his arm and slamming him into the ground.
Ow?!
What the hell is your problem?!
H-hes a monster!
The sailors were on the ground in a second. As he stared down at them, Glen caught the fruit that fell from the sky.
I told you not to take your eyes off .
Y-you little! Dont screw withgah?!
Just as one of them tried to lash out at him, Glen stuffed the fruit in his mouth.
I dont have much ti. We can continue this later, but just know I might break a bone or two next ti. There was sothing fierce in Glens expression.
The sailors had to be less experienced than him, and they knew it. The n gulped and admitted defeat.
O-okay, were sorry. Please just show us so rcy!
Of course. As I said before, I just need you to answer a few questions.
Wh-what is it? We havent done anything to warrant suspicion from army n.
That isnt it. Have you heard about Prince Bardloche undergoing the ceremony?
The sailors all looked at one another.
Did you know about it?
Nope. I got no interest in the Emperor or whatsoever.
I heard. Its that whole thing about Prince Bardloche becoming Emperor now that Prince Detrio got his ass beat.
Glen looked at the man who said this. Where did you hear that?
I-I couldnt tell ya. I guess I heard it from sobody on so ship
Do you know where they are now?
The sailor shook his head. A crazy number of ships pass through here every day. I cant rember who got on what boat.
Glen thought for a minute.
The rumors must have started from this dock, but I need ti to investigate who traveled through this place. If only I had so sort of clue
He was never a bright one. If he had his friends from the military academy with him, theyd co up with an idea and plan their next move in no ti, but his friends werent with him at the mont. Gone were the days when he could just tag along with their ideas.
Hey, youre looking for a suspicious character, right? one of the sailors suddenly asked, seeming timid.
Well, yeah.
In that case, you might find sothin if you check out the food warehouse district across the way. The sailor indicated a stretch of land with several storehouses near the docks. It was where incoming and outgoing cargo were temporarily placed.
All of us are short-staffed because of the draft. Its not hard to find empty warehouses these days. But Ive seen people wandering around in the middle of the night lately.
If there was a criminal spreading rumors, they would want to carry out their work discreetly. The docks had plenty of escape routes, making them an ideal spot. It made sense for them to secure a hideout next to it.
That was a solid lead. I appreciate it.
After tossing the sailors a silver coin, Glen headed for the warehouses.
It was still high noon, so there was so traffic in the warehouse district, which hosted a cluster of buildings big and small. Glen glanced around for any suspicious characters, but none were to be found so easily. It was Glens first ti here, so everyone was unfamiliar to him.
Should I check each warehouse?
Waiting for his subordinates to arrive was his best option.
Just then, he caught sothing in the corner of his eye.
That was His legs moved on their own, carrying him farther into the warehouse district as if it were luring him there.
It cant be, he thought. The human shadow hed seen was familiar, but he knew this person couldnt have possibly been there.
He finally arrived at a desolate warehouse. No one was around, but when he looked at the ground, there was definitive proof that people had been there recently.
Hah! He imdiately unsheathed his sword and slashed at the wooden door. After kicking it down, he stepped inside.
It slled like mold and dust. There wasnt a single lit torch in the warehouse, and only the light pouring in from the entrance illuminated his surroundings. After his eyes adjusted to the darkness, a figure standing inside was revealed to him.
I knew it. So it was you
Glen didnt seem perturbed. In fact, it looked like he understood now.
I see whats going on. This was all his plan. Isnt that right, Ninym?
Her white hair fluttered in the darkness, red eyes gleaming. It was Ninym Ralei.
I guess I cant feign ignorance and ask what youre talking about.
Like Glen, Ninym remained unfazed. She faced him as if it were perfectly normal for her old friend to suddenly step inside the warehouse.
You could try and see if it works. Glen had a nostalgic look in his eye, smiling.
They had spent their days together at the sa military academy. Ninym would beg him to help her stop Wein from running wild. Glen would co to her for advice on picking a gift for his fianc e. Between them was a bond that would never change
Either way, Ill capture you, he said.
They pointed their blades at each other as if that was normal.
And what would my charges be?
Ill decide once I catch you.
Seems unfair.
He could detect no anger or sadness in her voice. After all, they didnt think being enemies and friends was mutually exclusive. Because they were friends, they knew what the other was capable of doing.
Hah! Glen made the first move.
His blade flashed in the darkness, straight as an arrow. Ninym dodged with incredible agility and imdiately returned this with throwing knives.
Glen shot down each one with ease. Did you sneak in during the battle with Detrio?
It was your fault for neglecting to guard the dock out of respect for the people of Nalthia. Ninym lted into the darkness. Her white hair and red eyes disappeared. Because of you, I could slip inside here during the battle.
Using fifteen thousand soldiers as a decoy, huh? Old habits die hard for that guy, huh!
Glen swung his blade in the direction of her voice, striking empty warehouse boxes, which scattered into the air. Undoing her disappearing act, Ninym sprung from the darkness and closed in on Glen. Sparks sprayed. Glens sword stopped Ninyms dagger. They didnt engage in locked combat. Instead, Ninym quickly leaped back to put distance between them.
After sneaking into Nalthia, you spread rumors about Bardloche undergoing the ceremonial baptism and pushed your ideas by weaponizing what was important to the citizens.
It wasnt very difficult. Every Imperial citizen is hoping to have an Emperor soon.
But I made it just in the nick of ti.
Glens presence seed to grow bigger, an intimidating air about him. His sword was at the ready, and there wasnt a single point of weakness to be found from the tip of his blade to the soles of his feet. He was starting to get serious. He had the pride of an army man who refused to back down from a certain rival during his days at the academy.
Surrender. If you confess to my master, I promise youll be treated wellon my na.
Ninym shook her head. Do you think I would do such a thing?
Then let ask a question: Do you think you can beat with that blade?
Warr. You almost got it. Ninym broke into a smile. Why do you think Im challenging you to a swordfight that I have no chance of winning?
An instant later, he heard a strange noise from behind him.
Glen knew without even looking that sothing had blocked the entrance that hed recently kicked in. His adversary vaulted into the air. He quickly tried to cut her down with his sword, but he was too late. When he looked up to follow her, he saw people balanced on the beams of the warehouse. They had pulled Ninym up with the black rope in their hands.
His eyes scanned the room, looking for a way to chase after them. This ti, however, a strange noise bood from the building itself.
This is?!
Isnt it normal to prepare a way to eliminate your pursuers or two? Well, I never imagined Id be using them on you.
Youre a real piece of work!
The walls and ceiling of the storehouse began to crumble. Ninym swiftly escaped through the ergency hatch in the ceiling that had been prepared ahead of ti.
Until we et again, Glen.
A mont later, the storehouse ca crashing down on him.
Ninym glanced at the pile of rubble that used to be a building, then she followed behind her other companions and ran through the shadows of the warehouse district.
Lady Ninym, what shall we do next?
Well escape before were followed, Ninym replied frankly. Theyll know about us soon enough. We dont have a mont to lose.
Wont it take them so ti? I an, the man is dead.
He wont die that easy, Ninym said, briefly looking behind her at the now-distant warehouse. She was certain her friend was still alive, even though he was trapped in the rubble. Either way, our job here is done. Glen might have talked big, but they wont make it here on ti. So all thats left is heading back.
Understood.
They traveled from shadow to shadow, soundlessly leaving Nalthia behind.
Hey. Whats going on here?
The sailors who had just fought Glen were dumbfounded by the scene. They had followed Glen out of sheer interest, but all that awaited them was a demolished storehouse.
This place was pretty run-down. Did it fall apart from old age?
Maybe Hey, you dont think that guy from earlier is under here, do you?
He couldnt be
The sailors looked at one another and gingerly called out. H-hey! Soone there?!
No response. Maybe they were worrying over nothing. Or maybe he was already dead beneath the rubble. Either way, the wreckage would have to be cleared.
Guess we got no choice. We better call people over and get this ss cleaned up.
Right Wait, hold on a sec. Over there.
All eyes zeroed in on the spot where one sailor pointed. The mountain of debris began to move.
No way.
Erging was a mound several tis heavier than the average person.
You cant be serious.
Damn. Is he really human?
As the sailors stood in shock, Glen pushed scraps of beam and ceiling out of the way.
Phew. She got . Glen tossed the chunks to the side, shook the dust from his cloak, and looked off into the distance. If I follow them nowI wont catch up to them.
Failing to capture the criminals was a major blunder. He hadnt planned on going easy on his friend, but his insistence on capturing her alive might have dulled his sword.
H-hey, you.
Hm? Oh, youre the guys from before, Glen replied, noticing them only after theyd called out. Sorry. Ill reimburse the warehouse owner later, promise.
S-sure
Well, its really not like we could hold you, even if we wanted to
To the sailors, Glen was more iron than man. They had no desire to lay a hand on him for a bounty.
Captain! One of Glens subordinates appeared from a narrow alley of the warehouse district. Captain, what are you doing?! And whats all this?!
He went bug-eyed at the sight of the collapsed warehouse. Glen picked up the sword by his feet and spoke as he sheathed it.
No ti to explain. Lets save that for later and hurry back to headquarters. There is sothing I must tell Prince Bardloche.
The subordinate seed to gulp. P-please wait! Im here to tell you theres trouble at our headquarters!
What? What happened?
Well
As soon as Glen heard the mans answer, he raced back to their base.
Bardloches army was currently using a building in Nalthia as its headquarters. The prince and his top officials had been locked in the eting room all night and day, investigating and deciding on their next plan
Soone barked in the room. Youre kidding! Are you serious?!
The voice, now hoarse with fury, ca from Prince Bardloche himself. His leaders sat in a row before him. Though their master was furious, their expressions were resolute, ready for battle.
I would never say that on a whim or to save face. Understand that this was a unanimous decision. Let say it again: Your Highness, please take this opportunity to go through with the baptism.
! Bardloches face instantly twisted. Have you forgotten that weve taken this city for justice?! We needed to put an end to Detrios tyrannical ideas! Touting justice and chasing out Detrio, only to do the sa thing, will make a joke for generations.
No one is laughing. You must know, Your Highness, the people wish for a new Emperor as soon as possible. With this sweeping victory, they are now certain that you, Prince Bardloche, are the most suitable for the role, and they are hoping for your quick ascension. Betraying them and returning to our own territory will turn us into laughingstocks!
They werent backing down, even when Bardloche scolded them. Far from it, in fact. Bardloche didnt have control over them.
What about Manfred? We collaborated under the condition that I return to my own domain after putting a stop to Detrio. If I betray him, he wont stay silent.
Its just what we need. If you defeat Prince Detrio and Prince Manfred, there would be no greater proof that youre qualified to beco Emperor.
Bardloche tried his best to put an end to this discussion. Both sides were snapping at each other. Tensions were mountinguntil Lorencio rapped on the table and got their attention, ending his silence.
Lets take a short recess. Youre losing your composure.
Sir Lorencio, this is a grave matter. We have no ti to waste!
Precisely why we must clear our heads. If we could place Prince Bardloche on the throne through wishful thinking, it would have happened ages ago.
Lorencio was an earl and the most senior mber among them. Other leaders went silent, though reluctantly.
All right. Well take a short break. Collect your thoughts, Bardloche said.
The eting went into a short recess.
Glen headed straight for Lorencios room upon his arrival.
Ah, Glen. Im busy at the mont. Lets save this for later.
Lorencio seed to be in the middle of sothing, but Glen was persistent.
My apologies, but this concerns the baptism. Im afraid I must speak with you imdiately.
Oh, so you already know. I take it you heard the rumors during your patrol? Lorencio asked, urging Glen to take a seat. So what news do you bring?
The people of Nalthia want the prince to go through with the baptism, but I have proof that this is all part of Prince Detrios plan No, that its Prince Weins plan.
Glen recounted how he had gone to the north to pinpoint the source of the rumors, co across covert operatives in the warehouse, and engaged in battle, but failed to capture them.
Lorencio thought for a mont before speaking. Glen, does anyone else know about this besides you and ?
No.
Lorencio nodded. In that case, speak of this matter to no one. Act as if it never happened.
What? Glen blinked. P-please wait. Ill accept whatever punishnt awaits for allowing the perpetrators to escape. But at this rate
Prince Bardloche will complete the ceremonial baptism. Isnt that wonderful? Lorencio asked with a savage smile that made him seem younger than his age. Prince Bardloche might be troubled now, but hell soon co to realize he shouldnt let this opportunity pass. I suppose I must be grateful to Prince Wein. He has saved us ti persuading the people.
Sir! The enemy must have let this happen, because they have a way to win! Were jumping into their trap!
If its a trap, we can chew through it, Lorencio reasoned. Dont you get it? The Empire needs a ruler. What would happen if we allowed this opportunity to pass us by? Itll trigger a political battle with the youngest prince, and well continue to waste ti.
Lorencio had a point.
If pressed for an answer, Glen knew it was now or never. He would have gone along with it if he hadnt known that this was orchestrated by a certain soone.
However, Glen was familiar with the people in question. Ninym and Wein were arranging all of this behind the scenes.
Sir, we should tell Prince Bardloche at the very least!
No. Youre dismissed.
His pleas were in vain. There wasnt anything he could do. Glen left the room, face clouded over, all while sensing a new battle would soon be upon them.
Basically, its not just the citizens who are getting impatient, Wein said in a room in Bellida. For the common Imperial subject, its obvious that the most sensible way to resolve this matter is through discussion, but theyll only rally around that if they can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Without progress, their patience will expire, and theyll want more extre asures to get the job done. This goes for citizens and factions.
Detrio was the only other one in the room. Wein would have never imagined theyd be facing each other across a desk when they joined teams.
Wein continued, Thats not all. The factions arent just serving leaders out of loyalty alone. Theyre thinking about future honor, concessions, rewards, bestowed by the chosen Emperor. Their patience is fading, as they wait two years with nothing to show for their effort.
I know what youre getting at, Prince Detrio responded, nodding with a pained expression. One of the reasons I set out to beco Emperor was because I was starting to lose control over them.
Right? I imagine youre not the only one. Not many people would see an opportunity for victory and not jump at it. But their ability to reason with their subordinates is waning. All because they won this big battle against your army.
Dont get too cocky.
My bad. Wein shrugged.
Detrio glared at Wein for a mont but decided to continue despite his obvious displeasure.
Will Bardloche go along with this?
Prince Bardloches and Prince Manfreds factions are in competition. Even if one of them wins, they will take a big blow. I imagine Prince Bardloche was hoping to absorb your faction, bolster his influence, and overwhelm Prince Manfred in the next battle.
Wein continued, However, the people are pressuring him to rise to the throne, and even his subordinates agree with them. His faction is made up of mostly army n. Since he rules over guys who are violent for a living, Bardloche will lose his popularity and respect if he shows weakness. Hell take the plunge. No question about it.
And if he does that, Manfred wont be able to just sit back and watch. Hell have no choice but to lead his forces into battle.
And while the two are biting at each others heels, well make off with the gains.
Ngh Detrio groaned.
Wein was playing a single card: centing the desire of the people in Nalthia. And that had given Detrio a chance at winning. How terrifying the foreign princes foresight was.
So Id like to command the next battle, Wein said.
In all other circumstances, the re act of a foreign prince requesting to control his forces would be a declaration of war. Detrio had known this man was poison and kept his distance. Wein was lethal.
So was he going to drink the poison or not?
Can you win?
I have my thods. Its all about using a little creativity.
Detrio closed his eyes for a mont before answering in a strained voice. Give ti to think about it.
Detrio would wait until the last minute to decide, but Wein didnt press him further, almost as if he was certain that Detrio would eventually drink the poison without prompting.
I can wait. It gives ti to enjoy a nice glass of wine before the battle breaks out between the younger two princes.
Wein grinned and raised the glass in his hand.
He got , Prince Manfred murmured, looking at a map. Now, I have to fight Bardloche.
Hed received word that the middle prince was planning on going through with the baptism.
That brother of mine is too stupid for his own good. I dont imagine he beca greedy overnight to get the jump on . He obviously lost control of his faction and was pushed into it.
Manfred continued, It was Prince Wein who triggered them to do that. Right, Strang?
No doubt. Next to him, Strang nodded respectfully. Of course, theyre far away, so we cant get any conclusive proof. But it hasnt even been that long since Prince Detrio was defeated, and weve suddenly found ourselves going up against Bardloche. Hes in the perfect spot to sweep in and steal the spoils. Very on brand for Prince Wein.
It seems a little slipshod and forced to but you know him better. If thats what you say, Ill take your word.
Manfred knew Strang had been friends with Wein, Glen, and Lowellmina back in military school. The Imperial prince initially suspected that Strang was colluding with outside forces, but the man was more attached to his hotown than his friends. Manfred was certain that he would not betray him, as long as Strangs birthplace saw so kind of gain.
Our next steps are crucial So can we win?
Yes, Strang replied without missing a beat. Bardloches army is composed of military personnel, making it quite powerful. This ans pretty much everything else is their weakness. Now that theyre exhausted from their fight against Detrio, I think we have a solid shot at winning.
This wasnt his ego speaking. Back in school, Wein always had the best grades in his class, but Glen had pulled ahead in military arts and Strang in tactics. This was why Manfred had made him his right-hand man.
Hmm In that case, what should we be concerned about?
Detrios army. More specially, Wein. We must prevent them from striking us from the side as were locked in a fight with Bardloche. This is critical.
Manfred nodded. Because hed let them off the leash, he now had to face Bardloches army. He knew they had to do sothing. In fact, he was painfully aware of the fact.
Strang, the ti has co to enact the plan that you suggested we prepare.
Yes. Prince Detrios faction has suffered significant damage, so were likely to achieve optimal results I would have not liked to ever use it, since Im technically an Imperial subject, though Im from the provinces.
Its a sacrifice made in the na of victory. Move forward with our plans.
Understood. Strang bowed.
Detrio versus Bardloche.
That fight had gone to Bardloche.
Except it had failed to settle anything and only invited further chaos.
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