Even if that knight is a demon, it doesnt matter. Were not asked to fight him, are we?
. . . . . .
We just need to bring out the magistrate.
The defense captain had no particular attachnt to this city either. As Gurelic had said, the citys defense captains were usually of rcenary origin. They didnt bury their bones in the city just because they had been paid there for a long ti.
If the city falls, just take the property and go sowhere else!
However, the Slovak Kingdom wanted the magistrate. In case of an ergency, they were to bring out the magistrate. The defense captain couldnt ignore that order.
. . .
It was unexpected that the enemys vanguard could invade so boldly. Nor did they anticipate the others would betray them so quickly.
Anyway, there was only one thing to do now. They had to take the magistrate out sohow.
There were no other subordinates left, so they had no choice but to coax and persuade them.
According to the spy, the magistrate is confined in the mansion. He will stay there until the duke decides otherwise. Nobody expects him to be rescued from outside. Moreover, the guards are not that strong.
Starting with gold coins and up to fiefs, the rcenaries began to be tempted, forgetting their fears.
What does it matter if the opponent is a demon? If they dont et him, they can make a fortune!
. . .Is that true?
Im with you guys in this. Its my life at stake too. Would I lie about such a thing?
The rcenaries nodded, their eyes shining at the defense captains words. If they could secretly whisk away the magistrate and escape the city, they could live lavishly in a town for the rest of their lives.
Books were precious and not widely circulated. They were not necessarily written in the Empires language. The monks who copied books in the monasteries also used the ancient imperial language.
Naturally, the books Johan had selected were written in the ancient imperial language.
Now that I think about it, does Repiata-gong know the ancient imperial language?
Just because one liked books didnt an they knew the ancient imperial language. Books were held for their value and could be a symbol of dignity in themselves.
After all, the nobles could hire readers to read for them.
Well. . . It should be fine.
?
Even if he doesnt know, he wont admit it out of pride, will he?
. . . . . .
Johan looked at Suetlg incredulously. Suetlg avoided his gaze, seemingly embarrassed.
You said he liked books, didnt you?
Whether he likes books or not, thats another matter, isnt it?
Thats fine.
The books Johan had chosen were not particularly unusual: , , . . .
As they were difficult to produce, books usually related to the church or represented the nobilitys authority. Going beyond this would enter a suspicious category.
As soon as Brnhilde saw Johan, she hugged him tightly. Although smaller than Johan, Brnhilde was a knight taller and stronger than most. Johan slowly pushed away Brnhildes arms with his hands.
, .
Im truly grateful for your bravery! Gong is also pleased.
I just did what had to be done. Is Gong inside?
Yes! The others have already arrived.
Johan rubbed his side and nodded. Caenerna, standing beside him, asked,
Is that a book youre holding? Did you bring a book as a gift?
Yes. How are you feeling?
My magic is not fully restored, and my head aches like a hangover, but its bearable.
Suetlg didnt seem eager to join the gathering. In contrast, Caenerna enjoyed interacting with the powerful.
Currently aligned with the Emperors faction, but the more options for switching sides, the better.
Johan had suggested Caenerna accompany him to provide so comfort.
I regret having pushed you into using magic.
. . .?
Caenerna looked at Johan strangely. Normally, witnessing a magic surge ant either killing or preparing for trouble.
But this knight was apologizing instead. Although Caenerna knew Johan was a unique knight involved with magic, still. . .
Why are you looking at like that?
I didnt expect an apology. . .?
Its my fault for involving you. Ill be more careful in the future.
Youd make a really good feudal lord.
Is that sarcasm?
No. Its rare for nobles to treat a wizard like that. Normally, they are more. . .
Annoying? Arrogant?
I was going to say they act like a son of a b*tch, but thats not incorrect either.
Many thought court wizard Caenerna manipulated the Emperor for her gain, but she had her struggles.
For a wizard like her, the relationship with the employer was everything. A bad relationship ant life-threatening consequences for her subordinates.
Everything she did or didnt do was blad on magic. Such was the nature of magic.
She had to make even the impossible seem at least feasible.
Nobles think magic can do anything. They think paying gold makes everything possible. Do you know what Cardirian wanted?
Not sure.
He wanted an elixir of youth, to make himself young and healthy again.
Caenerna scoffed as she spoke.
Is it possible?
I dont know. Whats certain is that I dont know how. . . Can you imagine how annoying it was to convince him?
Must have been terrible. Why serve such a master?
Because of the gold. Theyre all the sa, so better serve the one with more money.
Johan nodded, finding the explanation oddly convincing. When he nodded in agreent, Caenerna looked astonished.
As Caenerna followed Johan, she stopped at the sight of an orc in the courtyard.
Wait. . . That orc.
What about it?
Its from the Alarhim family.
Orcs didnt believe in gods and were greedy for money. Kings and nobles despised orcs but always sought them when in need of money.
The Alarhim family was famously wealthy among orcs. Having such an orc was unusual.
Impressive to have such a companion. I dont know how it was managed. . . Ah. Of course, orcs are disrespectful non-believers.
Caenerna, admiring the scene, changed her tone, realizing Johan was beside her. It would be hard for a devout knight to appreciate such praise.
Wow. That persons family is so wealthy? Do you know how one can beco friends with an orc?
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