"Over there! Father sent out from over there..."
Perhaps she was feeling impatient, but Serena rode even faster.
The more she did so, the more she couldn’t avoid encountering the rebel forces scattered all over the capitals surroundings.
They naturally attacked and Serena but every ti they did, I fired off a series of [Attack] commands without even allowing them to get close but there was a limit.
I hurriedly crushed the spear of the cavalryman attacking her.
I could have used the perk blade to make it impossible for anyone to get close to her, but on a battlefield like this, anything could happen at any ti.
It would have been foolish to use my last resort for safety against a re group of soldiers.
"It’s not safe from here on, so we’ll take only my horse."
"I understand."
I put her on my horse.
As I was riding in this state, what I saw was a battlefield.
Dofle was lying in front of a large number of dead rebels, the battle was already over.
"Father!"
Serena got off her horse and ran to her father.
Dofle’s chest had been pierced by a spear.
That ant he was beyond recovery as by the ti we’d gotten there his body had already started to go cold.
"Father!"
Serena scread.
The rebels around us reacted and jumped on us but I dealt with them in no ti.
As I was slashing down the rebels attacking in the dark, an enemy general who seed to be the commander of the rebel army appeared for the first ti.
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[Gethmann Lecter]
[Age: 34]
[Power Level: 84]
[Intelligence: 20]
[Command: 78]
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I was surprised when I saw his power level.
There was no way that Lushak’s abilities could match his, it ant that a real leader had appeared.
Perhaps their objective was to capture the king, so an important person had appeared.
"What the hell are you doing?"
The man gave a questioning look.
"So you’re Kashak’s best friend, Gethmann Lecter."
Kashak had a friend who was involved in the rebellion.
They were quite close and created a synergy that led to the reconstruction of Carthage until it was eventually destroyed by the Visigoth Kingdom.
I couldn’t rember his na, but judging from his abilities, this person is probably his friend.
"Do you know ? Who are you? You don’t seem to be a nobleman of Carthage."
That’s what Gethmann said when he saw in my nobleman’s attire.
I didn’t respond to that and since he’s an obstacle to my strategy he needs to be removed, unfortunately, my power lever is only 71 while his is 84.
Lushak needs to be left alone to beco a violent tyrant.
I don’t want anyone to be able to control him.
I have so saved points that I can use to increase my martial force but why do I have to go that far?
The right thing to do was to save as many points as possible for when I really need them.
It seems that this guy is the strongest around here, so I should use my perk blade.
Using Heavenly Demon Rain against an 84 power level is like using a cow tool to catch a chicken.
Anyway, I summoned my blade and used the [Attack] command.
"What?...!"
Just like when Kashak died, this man, with an incomprehensible look on his face, was struck by the phantom blade and fell from his horse.
After dealing with him I also took care of the rebels around while I was at it.
I got off the horse after sorting out the situation without difficulty.
Surprisingly Dofle was still barely breathing.
"You’re here..."
"Yes."
As soon as he saw , Dofle coughed up blood and smiled at .
"Can I ask you to take care of my daughter? I want you to take her to Aquitania...I want her to be free to live..."
Then, with trendous ntal strength, he continued his speech.
"Father...Father!"
Serena tried desperately to stop the blood from flowing out of the area where the spear had pierced, but to no avail.
"Serena..."
As soon as he looked at Serena, Dofle coughed up blood.
"Father...!"
"Serena, I’m sorry for everything. I hope you have a happy...rest of your life."
"Father, please don’t say another word. No...no...!"
Dofle tried to bring his hand to his daughter’s face, which was covered in his own blood, but he dropped his arm, unable to continue his words any further.
"Father!!!!!"
Serena scread again.
But there were no tears in her eyes.
She only scread, shaking her body for so reason in a situation where she should have shed tears.
Perhaps she could not accept the death of her father.
She just kept shaking Dofle’s body and fell into a state of ntal collapse.
I was going to lose my mind if this continued so I went to her side and picked up Dofle’s body.
"He is a man who has worked all his life for his country. We can’t allow him to be hurt by the hooves of an enemy horse. Let’s bury him, with Honor."
Serena squeezed her father’s arm and followed silently.
***
- A few hours later -
Serena, who had been hugging Dofle’s tombstone, finally opened her mouth.
Fortunately, she seed to have regained so of her senses when she talked to .
"Thank you, Master Haddin."
She still thought I was Haddin.
Well, it’s not like she has a system, and since I called myself Haddin, it was only natural for her to think I was Haddin.
"By the way..."
She slurred her words as she looked at with a strange look in her eyes.
"What is it?"
I asked back.
"You’re not going to tell your real na?"
She asked with a look of conviction on her face for so reason.
"Why do you think I’m not Haddin?"
"I know who you are."
"What do you know?"
"I’ve heard that Lord Haddin rja is a General. I also know that he is much older than..."
She kep listing all the facts she collected together as evidence that I was impersonating the man in question, and even a few suggestion as to who I might really be.
"Oh..."
How did you know that?
Until Fihatri joined us, Baron Haddin rja was the only nobleman in my household, well the only one that survived the initial purges.
So the na is known in its own way, but I didn’t think she even knew how old Haddin was in this distant country.
"The truth is, I’ve always been fascinated with...Aquitania. My father used to tell stories all the ti, and every ti he did, I felt like I was parading around the world. So I was even more fascinated. I know...because it was the joy of my life to beg my father to send people directly to Aquitania to get more information."
I looked at her, a little surprised.
It was true that I had beco famous on the continent.
The rapid destruction of Bridget had ensured my fa.
So I’m not surprised that she knows , but I’m amazed that she knows so much about my vassals.
"Was that so?"
"Yes. I wanted to hear more Aquitania stories, and I even begged my father to let see you. I also asked my father to persuade the nobles to form an alliance..."
So that’s what happened.
I was a little confused as to why Count Dofle wanted to help , but I didn’t know there was a story behind it.
"The story of Aquitania was very new to as I was trapped in the royal palace. So...you are..."
"Who do you think I am?"
I asked, and Serena looked a little troubled.
"When it cos to Lord Yusen and Lord Elheat, the image is different and...But your hair color is...well, gray hair is a symbol of the Aquitania family, but I an you could also be the one they call Zeff?"
It seed she had guessed it from the start by looking at the colour of my hair, if even still uncertain.
Then there was no need to hide any longer, and even If i did pretend to be Zeff if she were to rule or go into exile with , she’d be pissed to find out i tricked her again when she found out.
However, Serena blinked and looked at as if she still couldn’t believe it even though she knew what was going on.
She blinked repeatedly for a while, her face stunned.
"Your Highness?"
I held my hand out in front of her and called her, and she finally said it in a shaky voice.
"Master Julius...no, I did think that you looked like the figure I always imagined, but...why are you here, Lord of Aquitania...? And more so in disguise? I can’t believe it!"
"The vassals’ work was so important that I ca myself, besides there were rumours i needed to confirm for myself, is there a problem?"
"What should I do...! What am I supposed to do...!"
She began to get flustered, choking on her words.
"Your Highness, I suggest you calm down and talk...Take a deep breath."
Having just lost her father, and possibly her country ontop of eting her Hero and Idol, it was just to much for the poor young woman.
I grabbed her arm, which was trembling badly.
Then Serena nodded vigorously and did as she was told and inhaled.
"Huh...but this is impossible...!"
"And by impossible, you an...you t the hero of your dream story and he wasn’t what you imagined?"
"No, of course not! It’s exactly as I imagined. My father would be pleased. My father also enjoyed the story of Aquitania a lot. He was the first person to tell about it..."
Serena, who had been speaking while thinking about her father, suddenly stopped talking.
She saw the tombstone again, and the fact that her father was no longer there must have crossed her mind.
Fortunately, this ant that she had accepted her father’s death and was coming to her senses.
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