Thats how it ca to be, Your Grace Duke.
Johans accusation was t with a look of surprise and understanding from Duke, who nodded.
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Achladda grumbled inwardly. Even in this situation, the Duke showed no change in expression. He had expected at least so panic or anger. . .
However, contrary to Achladdas thoughts, the Duke was truly astonished.
How dare soone commit such fraud at his event!
It was unclear whether it was audacity, fearlessness, or sheer madness.
Boriska was rather fortunate. He died at the hands of a monster.
Had he returned alive, he would have been paraded through the city on horseback, naked, before heading to the gallows.
Why didnt you spread this truth? The people outside think Sir Boriska died honorably.
Its Your Graces event, and as an outsider who ca from afar, how could I dare to judge and punish? Its rightfully within Your Graces authority.
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Achladda thought so. There were two types of flattery: one ineffective when known and the other effective even when known. The current situation was the latter.
The Duke nodded his head.
With those words, Duke greatly elevated his opinion of Johan.
Remarkable. To have such a knight. . .
It was surprising that, in addition to bravery in battle, such a young knight could make political considerations.
Another young knight would have beheaded Boriska, mounted his head on a spear, and paraded around shouting.
Envious!
Those who held positions and worked around the Duke were either from lower noble families with long ties to the Brduhe family or from noble families that needed political consideration.
Though an outsider with none of these connections, the Duke wanted to entrust Johan with a position.
It was greed for his capabilities, but. . .
More than anything, he was curious.
As a feudal lord who had governed people for a long ti, he was curious about the extent of this young knights skill he had rashly judged.
Having made his decision, Duke stood up. He had a look of deep emotion, with tears glistening in his eyes.
Sir Johan. Thank you. Im grateful!
He embraced Johan heartily. It wasnt a special calculation but a habit ford over a long ti.
Subordinates are deeply moved by a single tear and commit their lives.
Why not use this thod, much cheaper and more effective than gold or silver coins?
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Achladda had to bite his lip to suppress laughter. Johans expression was too indifferent. Sir Knight was indeed a never-tiring companion.
After the embrace, Duke held Johans shoulder and said,
Your sincerity in considering the honor and dignity of Brduhe has moved deeply. I sincerely thank you.
You flatter too much.
State your wish.
Johan did not miss the inquisitive sparkle in Dukes eyes. It wasnt surprising. He was a person who continuously evaluated and judged others.
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I have a request.
What is it?
I hope you show rcy to the knights and rcenaries who were with Sir Boriska.
. . . . . .
The Duke was impressed. Not gold or weapons, but rcy.
Considering the insight Johan showed, it was clear that the decision was not out of pure goodwill, but for political considerations.
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However, one thing was incomprehensible. It was understandable to ask for clency for the knights, but why for the rcenaries?
They were not a remarkable band of rcenaries, just insignificant ones that could be picked up anywhere. There was no benefit in keeping them alive.
The Duke was slightly conflicted.
He wanted to ask, but there was the dignity of being Duke. In the end, the Duke refrained and nodded.
If I dont listen to you despite you saying so, Brduhes na would be shad. Dont worry. I will show rcy. Ill let the knights know who saved them. Do you desire anything else beyond such a selfless request?
Yes. It would be troubleso to receive more for doing what was rightfully expected.
And you?
The sa for , Duke. I have already enjoyed more honor than I deserve.
Achladda quickly responded.
Even if the Duke handled the matter quietly, the Petreo family couldnt escape punishnt. They would have to pay a substantial compensation to the Duke, which would ultimately benefit Duke.
Duke shed tears once again.
I must be blessed by the gods. To have such honorable knights serving .
No, Duke.
No, you flatter too much.
The only one unaware of the drama unfolding here was the Duke. He never imagined the two young knights were acting far more coldly than him.
A al as well?
That sounds delicious.
. . .No, Sir Knight.
Achladda said in a flustered voice. Such a reaction there?
Does it taste bad?
No. . . Its not that. Im just surprised by the overly generous treatnt.
Ah. Is that what you ant.
It was a great honor to have a al with the Duke, even on a non-special occasion.
That ans he thinks highly of you!
Its not surprising. Perhaps hes trying to completely win us over.
Win us over?
Ah. Dont you use this expression? It ans to be completely chard.
Achladda almost teased, ?
But then, he realized it wasnt sothing only applicable to Euclyia.
Just like the quiet and reticent Euclyia seed chard, other warriors also trusted and followed this knight from outside, as if they had known him for years. Achladda himself included.
It was the sa during the hunt. When Johan said to scatter and surround, no one doubted and dispersed.
anwhile, the Duke was talking to the Gakeeper at that ti.
The knights who were to return had already started coming back. The Duke had to choose the knight who perford the best in the hunt.
. . .How was this caught?
!
The Duke, looking at the prey, asked an obvious question.
The body of the Werewolf King, without a single injury!
Among the bodies of monsters covered in blood and wounds, the pure white, unscathed werewolf stood out notably.
The Gakeeper sighed and then knelt down.
Your Grace, Duke! I apologize for my lack of ability. . . I couldnt figure it out. I am ashad before you.
Its alright. I know your skills.
The Duke, instead, patted the Gakeepers shoulder. The Gakeeper teared up, moved.
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The Duke thought so internally. He had no personal grudge against the Gakeeper, but his incompetence was unforgivable.
The Quartermaster boasted about bringing in good at last ti, so lets use that. Shall I instruct the chef to showcase his skills?
Upon the Stewards words, the Duke nodded. Allowing the chef to show off his skills would naturally lead to conversations. Managing such minor details was also the Stewards role.
Call the young Brduhes as well. It would be pitiful to only deal with the ragamuffins.
Yes.
The Steward nodded without showing his feelings. Calling the children as well must an they really pleased him.
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