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Daria Isai’s father not only donated to the educational foundation Pen of Philanthropy, but also personally supported talented students.
One of the students raised by the Isai family grew up and took up a post as second secretary at the state embassy in Klaipeda a few years ago.
The scribe learned that Marquis Issei’s daughter Daria was chasing the deserter Hester in all directions.
After his term ended and he returned to Rundein, he told Daria what he had seen as a personal favor when she asked to meet him to see if she might have any new information.
Daria relayed the information she had heard.
“According to confirmation from multiple channels, the fugitive Hester Ward is believed to be currently staying in Klaipeda, the capital of the Principality of Mainrad.
The castle of General Gustav Buren, who retired due to old age, is located near Klaipeda. The castle of the general was said to be a good place to train new soldiers, as it served as a training center for the Knights of the Mainrad before they expanded to their current size.
There was eyewitness testimony that Hester was staying right there as a training instructor.”
According to the secretary, low-ranking diplomats who come from commoner backgrounds and have tight financial resources are easy targets for recruitment.
General Buren, who had called in the secretary who was in charge of the commercial sector and whose face was somewhat well-known even in the Brunnen merchant world, asked about the medicinal herb called Aglao, as if he were disgusted even talking to commoners.
When the secretary, who had not been able to return home for several years after going to Brunnen and had not heard from him in a while, confessed that he really knew nothing about Aglao, the general gave him money to keep his mouth shut and tried to send him out the back door.
The guide was only the general’s butler from the beginning, and it was strange that he always tried to use secret passages so as not to be noticed by the servants.
The secretary, who had used his wits to make excuses about having a stomachache, was able to observe the training grounds through a window facing the courtyard from the servants’ bathroom.
“… At that time, there were about a hundred trainees in the training center, but they all moved in unison as if they were in sync and obeyed the instructors.
A wizard who created magic by scattering red ether without any hesitation was dominating them, even as the fallen trainees rolled around, vomiting blood.
Although she spoke only Brunnen, her accent was clearly Albionian, and she was said to be a small woman.
It was fortunate that he didn’t specifically cover his face, perhaps because he thought that changing his hair color to dark red was enough.”
The clerk had seen Hester, Youngae’s close friend, many times during his time as a bachelor in Daria’s household. He had a keen eye, having worked as an errand boy for a detective agency when he was young.
It was also thanks to Hester’s youth that her face had hardly changed since her school days.
Cleo also found Daria’s testimony credible.
Even if they used Hydra’s venom, it would not be easy to mass-produce a magician who could color the ether.
The instructor was Hester Ward.
‘The material about Hester that Melchior gave me became a pretty good milestone.’
Coincidence and coincidence overlapped to form inevitability, and it seemed as if a right-wing wind was blowing Arthur’s back.
Dione said with the aforementioned expression.
“General Buren and Hester Ward are only temporary allies, not true allies.”
“That’s right. General Buren seems to doubt the necessity of smuggling Aglao, and Hester’s position is guaranteed by a superior, not the general.
So instead of directly questioning the young civilian training instructor, I had to call in a foreigner. It was a stroke of luck for me.”
Daria smiled bitterly.
“And as a result, here I stand.
I will now abandon the weakness of not wanting to doubt the queen’s name that faintly appears whenever the investigation is blocked by a wall.
Arthur, Your Majesty, I tell you in good faith that I, Daria Isai, will stand behind you until the whole truth is revealed.”
Daria knelt before Arthur with a determined expression.
“I speak with sincerity. I, Arthur Riognane, accept the will of Daria Isai.”
Aremis then knelt beside Daria.
“On behalf of the Marquis of Lothian, I, Aremis Han, speak the truth. As long as you walk the path, the Sword of White Light will support you.”
Isiel followed suit and showed his respect, as did Clio.
It was a moment fit for the first verse of a great heroic poem, but Cleo’s mind was ablaze with complex calculations as he absentmindedly scanned the patterns of the carpet in the drawing room.
The fact that he included Daria and Aremis and excluded Ezra was due to his temperament, but the presence or absence of the covenant had a greater effect.
‘Even if you oppose Melchior or Aslan, it will not be considered a betrayal of Philip. As long as Melchior does not inherit the Covenant properly, Daria has nothing to worry about.’
Daria was Hester’s classmate, but she developed magic quickly, so she was influenced by her father, a prominent family man, and pledged her oath to Philip as soon as she entered the Capital Defense Academy.
In the case of Aremis Han, he was a level 3 magician who served as a private soldier in the Sergeev estate, and was specially recruited after becoming an adult due to his ability to sense things developing long after he was a non-commissioned officer, but he postponed the covenant for some time.
It was clear that he was taking advantage of the tendency for rules to be applied more leniently to lower-level wizards.
Now that we have information that he is one of the Marquis of Rodion, it is highly likely that he has already sworn allegiance to Marquis Sergeev.
Cleo searched the edges and corners of the story to find them and draw them in.
This story is final and final. I had to do my best, using every possible means.
When the oath was over and everyone was about to get up.
Suddenly, Leticia approached Arthur and knelt on the ground. The two swords on her black hem shone particularly coolly.
“I swear to my lord Arthur Riognane. I, Leticia Angelium, believe that you should become king, and until that day, I will dedicate all my talents and qualities to you.”
Leticia’s ether, bright and refreshing in lemon color, swirled around Arthur’s entire body. The light lingered on the surface for a moment, illuminating both of them.
Lippi, who was the first to understand the meaning of the act, distorted his face.
“Leticia!”
“Oh, stop yelling in my ear, Lipi. My head is ringing.”
“A covenant? Without even telling me or my father!”
Unlike the flustered Lippi, Leticia had a relieved look on her face.
“This is my choice. I don’t need my father’s approval, and you can do whatever you want. But I will stake my future on Arthur. Of course, I don’t need to become a Viscount. I would rather sail farther.”
“What are you talking about all of a sudden? Are you telling me to be your successor? Me alone?”
“You can settle things without having to fight while getting seriously injured. That’s something that only those who want to do can do. Lippi, you always wanted to be a Viscount. I don’t think I’m as good as you.”
Arthur raised his eyebrows and waved both hands to calm the twins down.
“First of all, Leticia, thank you for trusting me. You two have plenty of time left, so talk until you both make a choice that suits you.”
Upon hearing that, Lippi plucked flowers from the silk like a storm, bowed to Arthur, and then stood up fiercely.
“I have faith too, Arthur Riognane.”
Arthur, hearing a strangely stern voice, lets out a short, shadowy laugh like noon. It’s a clear and precise laugh.
“Thank you, Lipi. I believe you will continue to be with me as long as I remain faithful.”
Cleo, who glanced up at the commotion before his eyes, seemed to know what Arthur was thinking.
Until now, I had taken it for granted that my knight friends were by my side, like a hallucination. But how much of an extravagance was that?
Judging solely from what happened in reality, beyond the hallucinations, it was an extreme stroke of luck and a miracle that I met everyone at school.
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One day, one of the twins will become a viscount and the other will go on an adventure.
Chelsea will win the right to vote and stand for election, and even more political rights.
Dione does not regret choosing Kleio, and here Kleio will retreat from the front lines and find a peaceful rest.
He vowed not to commit any act that would go against his conscience in order to shorten the path to his goal and reduce the effort.
Because it is right that they all receive the blemish-free light.
Arthur answered, holding back all his emotions.
“I know, Lipi Angelium. You were a sharp sword even when I first met you. I am honored that you joined me.”
Finally, Chel stepped forward.
“Okay, so is it my turn now?”
She slowly bowed at the waist. It was a gesture of respect, but her knees did not touch the ground.
“I, Celestes Tempet de Neige, speak with faith: In heaven and on earth I will be the lightning that strikes and the wind that blows according to your will. I will perfect your power according to the [covenant] I promised you in the past, so you ask me to perfect my rights.”
“I, Arthur Riognane, accept the faith of my [covenant] partner, Celestes Tempet de Neige. I will do my utmost to help you obtain the right to participate in politics.”
As Arthur finished speaking, reporter Sheila Hollingworth also bowed quietly.
Cleo heard a dull knock on the wall of “Separation”.
All the stars are aligned for you tonight.
Arthur will be king.
‘Otherwise the world will perish.’
Because neither Aslan nor Melchior would ever spare Arthur, who had fully revealed his light.
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After the guests had each disappeared through the kitchen door, the back door of the stable, or the bedrooms inside the mansion, only the 977 friends remained in the drawing room.
The twins were hungry after staying up all night, so they happily tore down the fruit basket that had been placed as a decoration in the living room.
After seeing off reporter Hollingworth, Chel took off her tie and sank into the sofa.
Cleo had already been lying down, almost lying down.
The peacock staff, which had been lying flat on its back, was roughly rolled on the floor, and the brandy glass, tilted because it was lying down, was dripping liquor.
Chel, who intercepted the brandy glass and put it down on the table, expressed her confusion.
“You look like a wet handkerchief, why haven’t you turned off your magic yet? Are there any more guests?”
The answer came from Arthur, not from Clayo’s bloodless lips.
The third prince, who had been unbuttoning his stuffy tie and spreading his wing collar, turned his head toward the empty bay window.
“Master, come out now. I will forget your precious face.”
Mietz revealed herself, lifting the ‘curtain of concealment’.
Chel and the twins were quite surprised.
“You found out about my hiding place, you really wanted to see this master, so you stretched your neck out. Hahaha.”
Arthur shrugged his shoulders as if it was nothing and said what he wanted to say.
To Kleio, Arthur also seemed to relax when facing Mietz.
‘You’ve gone back to the way you spoke when you were a school bully, not a future great monarch.’
“What are you talking about? How could you empty Castle Tristain in winter?”
After the creation of the Crown Prince’s Guard led by the Duke, there were less than ten knights left in the Tristain Territory.
Mietsu had been working as a guest reporter for two years, unable to bear the dire circumstances of the territory.
The Master’s thick hand suddenly pointed at Clayo.
“Oh. Here, I applied the magic stone that your water lord sent to the barrier, and Lysa was promoted to level 7. Now, even the most powerful demons won’t be able to come near Morolt. That’s why my butt feels a little lighter.”
What surprised Clayo more than the part about the magic stone I sent working well as a bribe was the information that followed.
Lysa, the acting vice-captain of the Knights of Tristain, became the twelfth level 7 knight of Albion, a person who did not exist in the Eighth Order.
Mietz explained without hesitation what had happened among the remaining Knights of Tristain.
“Lotan still has faith in the Duke of Armoric, but Lysa is different. They are actually the ones who swore loyalty to the Duke of Armoric, not to the royal family of Riognan.”
The knights of Tristain were accustomed to enduring the difficult winter.
It was something else that had been troubling them lately.
The letters from colleagues who had been like family to them their entire lives and had gone to the capital stopped responding, and soon they stopped contacting their real families, which weighed heavily on the knights’ hearts.
Eventually, all the remaining knights learned of the truth behind the Kishion Territory incident through a letter that Clio had delivered indirectly through the contact network of Sergeant Aser.
“Everyone else is like that, but Lysa was a knight who especially respected the Duke. She couldn’t sleep because she was curious about how the Duke of Armoric had become the instigator of such an un-knightly attack, so every time she would roll him off a cliff and beat him with her sword to help him sleep. One day, she woke up and found out he was level 7. That’s enough to trust him with.”
“Lisa, you’ve been through the hellish attribute training course properly. It feels like you’ve broken through a wall, Master. How are you going to get stronger from there?”
Arthur playfully tapped his master’s arm.
The muscular Mietz did not waver at all and pulled Arthur and Isiel, who was standing next to him, by the shoulders.
“Then what are you doing? I’m sorry. It’s a shame I wasn’t in Kishion at that time.”
Isiel held on to his master’s arm that had pulled him towards him with equal strength.
“It’s not your fault, Master.”
Arthur also placed his arms over those of his friend and teacher.
“Since when have you been a guardian of the Kision Territory? Don’t say that, Master.”
“Yes, I know. The apology is just my self-satisfaction. If I had blocked the walls and fought and defeated Duke Tristain, your suffering would not have been any less. That’s just the kind of person Melchior is. Isn’t that right, Fran?”
