Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

As the winter's footsteps drew near, the expeditionary force triumphantly returned to the royal capital, Broussonne.

The neighboring country, the St. Gallen Federation, had shamelessly invaded the kingdom's territory through a surprise attack. However, their army was unable to defeat even a single count in the southeast and was instead repelled, with all remaining forces taken as prisoners.

Furthermore, this battle caused the enemy's strategic plans to falter in the initial stage. Both nations swiftly entered into peace negotiations.

It was a splendid victory for the Arquell Kingdom, celebrating its 500th anniversary since its founding.

The news of the victory sent the entire country into a frenzy. After all, the opponent was St. Gallen, which had made the kingdom tasted bitter defeat fifty years ago. Yet, this time, they were completely annihilated in the opening battles and forced to the negotiating table for peace within less than a month. The capital city was filled with celebrations and revelry day after day, where nobles and commoners alike were intoxicated with the joy of victory.

However, there was one mansion isolated from the surrounding excitement.

Inside that mansion was a dying lord. It was the residence of Marquis Lavallee.

"Milord, it appears that the army has returned."

"Koushaku-sama. Gun ga o-modori ni narareta you de gozaimasu."

Standing by the sickbed, a devoted nun who attentively cared for him spoke. Upon hearing her words, the old man remained silent for a while, as if pondering their meaning while lying on the bed, and then finally opened his mouth.

"...Yes."

"...Umu."

His thin and haggard face was as pale as wax. The melancholic expression and ambiguous color of his eyes accentuated the deep wrinkles etched on his face and intensified the shadows. His responses were brief, and his voice lacked the clarity it once had.

Such was the current appearance of Marquis George Henry Lavallee.

"...So they have returned before winter."

"...fuyu o mae ni, modotta no ka."

"Yes. Congratulations. I've heard that it's the great victory on your side."

"Hai. Omedetou gozaimasu. O-mikata no daishouri to kiki oyondeimasu wa."

The woman tried to cheer up the old man with a bright voice.

However, the old man's lips twisted with sarcasm at her words. In his plan, the expeditionary force was supposed to deal with another enemy besides St. Gallen.

Count of Volden, Tullius Shernan Oubeniel. According to the plan, he should have either suffered the disgrace of losing his territory to St. Gallen army or been executed with the scandal he had prepared. Realizing that he was still safe and sound, Lavallee bit his dry lips hard.

TL Note: I translated this paragraph while smirking. Damn.

"...I managed to pull through, huh?"

"...Kiri nuketa ka."

"Yes, yes. This country has safely overcome the war. It's all thanks to Your Excellency's efforts."

"Hai, hai. Kono kuni wa buji, senka o kiri nukemashita wa. Kore mo kōshaku-sama no go-jinryoku no okage desu."

"...Hehe."

"...Fufu."

Amidst the conversation that lacked coherence, a bitter smile escaped.

This naive mistress knew nothing of Lavallee's machinations behind this war, nor his intentions to eliminate unsettling figures during it. She was naturally kind-hearted and unaware of any dark schemes. It was precisely because of this innocence that she fell victim to the schemes of this old monster.

However, despite everything, the last person standing by Lavallee's side was this very woman.

On that fateful day when Lavallee suddenly fell ill and collapsed, it turned out to be fortunate that his secret rendezvous was with a priestess. Thanks to her healing magic, he managed to cling to life until today. Apparently, she earnestly nursed him while sobbing and crying. Truly, she was not the type of woman one would expect to be involved with a mastermind.

There were a few other mistresses, but when news spread that Lavallee was gravely ill, some of them appeared with the sole intention of claiming their share of his inheritance. Of course, he managed to silence them with a small sum of money, but some wouldn't stay quiet. To his amazement, some old women even tried to use their past relationships from twenty or thirty years ago to get what they wanted. Dealing with such people had been exasperating. In the end, he had to rely on his covert operatives to deal with them. If those women were so desperate to have a conversation with a dying old man, they could do so peacefully in the afterlife.

In the midst of sorting out his relationships with various women, Lavallee couldn't fathom why this woman remained. She refused to leave and remained by his side, demanding only that she be with him. Moreover, she seemed ready to care for him until the very end. No, more than that, she might even hope to defy his impending death and heal him completely.

What could this aging man possibly mean to her for her to be so devoted? Lavallee himself found it puzzling.

"...I have a favor to ask."

"......Tanomi ga aru."

"What is it? Please tell me, anything you wish."

"Nandeshou? Nannari to osshatte kudasaimashi."

"...Regarding the handling of the war. I want to speak with the Prime Minister."

"...Sensou no shori. Saishou-dono to, hanashi ga shitai."

"N-No, you can't! You're still in such a state that you shouldn't be dealing with political matters—"

"Da, dame desu! Mada, sono you na seimu o yarareru you na joutai dewa—"

She just said "anything you wish," didn't she? He tried to be sarcastic, but it was too much trouble.

Instead, He said something else.

"...I have prepared a letter. Just tell a retainer to deliver it..."

"...Tegami o youi shite oru. Kashin ni itte, todokesaseru dake de, yoi..."

Tullius repelled the attack from St. Gallen and survived his scheme. Naturally Lavallee had anticipated this possibility in advance. There was a time that he himself falling or facing circumstances beyond his control due to his age. Therefore, he had already written a letter with a plan in place.

Even at this critical moment, the man named Lavallee could not fully abandon his cunning nature.

"...The desk, second drawer. It's an utmost secret, so... until it's delivered, do not open the seal..."

"...tsukue, nidanme no hikidashi. Hichuu no hi, yue... todokeru made, fuu o akete wa..."

His voice trailed off. Even breathing was exhausting. When he paused in speaking, his consciousness scattered, and he couldn't resume.

Nevertheless, he managed to convey the main points. Confirming the woman's nod, Lavallee once again buried his head in the pillow.

"I'm a bit... tired. I'll rest, for a while. If something happens... wake me up..."

"Sukoshi... tsukareta yo. Shibaraku, yasumu. Nanika attara... okose..."

"Yes... understood, Your Excellency. Then, as you have instructed."

"Hai... wakarimashita wa, koushaku-sama. Dewa, oshiraretatouri ni."

After seeing off the woman with an almost tearful expression, he dozed off for a short while.

It was a pleasant autumn afternoon, with a warm and gentle breeze. It was perfect weather for an old man to enjoy a nap. As he thought about it, he realized that he hadn't had such an opportunity in a long time.

(Thinking back, I've been working tirelessly for these fifty years...)

(Omoeba kono gojuunen, hatarakitsume de atta koto yo na...)

His life of prolonged struggles that has continued since the defeat of Elpis Roanne rose to his mind.

He came to the realization that he must change the country. To begin with, he desired to hold the power for that purpose. He slaughtered even his own brothers to obtain the position of the head of the Marquis family. He organized the nobles and established a centralized faction. He purged many regional nobles and an equal number of opposition members from his own faction. He manipulated the court, controlled ministers and prime ministers at will. In order to seek opportunities to defeat detestable enemy nations, he suppressed his own desires and continued with a conciliatory approach. As a result of holding on to power and occupying the position of the head of the family, he lost his eldest son. Seven years ago, he could not prevent the assassination of the Crown Prince and others, which was a regretful matter. And in his final years, he clashed with that deranged young man.

All of these memories were nothing but bloody, dark, and full of shame.

There were many regrets in his heart. St. Gallen was not an opponent to be underestimated in just this one battle, and he was concerned about Molbaehr's movements as well. And above all, the greatest threat within the country was still alive. He couldn't die like this.

...Until just a short while ago, he thought that way.

(I want to rest...)

(Yasumi tai nou...)

After collapsing, thoughts like that constantly occupied his mind. As his heart weakened, so did his spirit, and his passion faded, making everything feel tedious. His family, whom he had treated with neglect, only offered minimal visits when he was critically ill, and the only person who stayed by his side until the end was the woman he had just sent away. It made him feel a little lonely. This was a sentiment he had never experienced before.

He wondered if this was what old age felt like, although it seemed too late to be contemplating such matters.

(It's enough, I guess.)

(Mou, juubun ka.)

Under the warm sunlight, he decided to go to sleep.

There was no end to regrets and unfinished business. Life seemed to be nothing but unresolved matters. However, he had made the final arrangements, so it should be fine to feel satisfied and at ease with that.

"...Goodnight."

"...Oyasumi."

He said this to no one in particular and closed his eyes.

The man who had lived for over half a century in a world of conspiracies finally found peace and drifted into a peaceful sleep.

After a while, the woman returned to the room, tears welling up in her eyes.

The man, who had told her to wake him up if anything happened, would never wake up again, no matter how much she called out to him.

~~~

Count Langogne was ecstatic.

Just the other day, the peace treaty was reached in the war against St. Gallen, the Volden Campaign, which resulted in a victory for his homeland. The resounding triumph of Tullius Shernan Oubeniel, which he had been promoting within his faction for some time, had greatly strengthened his position.

His good fortune continued. With the outbreak of the war, the thorn in his side, Marquis Lavallee, shamelessly returned. But that old, detestable monster had finally met his end.

Now, there was no one among the centralists who could replace Count Langogne. Mearbahn was just a bold hermit who was all bark and no bite. As soon as Lavallee fell, Chambery shamelessly approached the Count, suggesting, "Shall we go visit the Marquis together?" The others were either Langogne's loyalists or insignificant nobodies.

In other words, he, the Count of Langogne, was the undisputed top figure in the capital city of Broussonne.

With such pride swelling in his chest, Count Langogne welcomed the man in question.

"Nice to meet you for the first time, Count Langogne. I am Count Tullius Oubeniel of Volden."

"Doumo, ohatsu o me ni kakarimasu Rangonyu-hakushaku. Vōruden koushaku Turiusu Ōbuniru desu."

With a carefree smile, the young man lightly nodded. He was Tullius, the one who achieved his first victory in the Volden Campaign. There were no attendants with him. His chief military officer, who had accomplished great deeds, was born in the enemy country, St. Gallen, making him unsuitable for the victory ceremony. The other military officers were of lower rank, and there were no civil officials with enough status or achievements to join the audience. Langogne couldn't help but feel pity for their humble household.

Putting that aside, Langogne's good mood was immediately dampened by Tullius' first words.

"... I believe we have already met before, Count Oubeniel."

"... Wareware wa hatsu taiken de wa nakatta to omou ga, Ōbuniru hakushaku."

"Huh? Is that so?"

"Are? Sou deshita kke?"

The easygoing young man replied without a hint of concern. For a moment, Langogne's forehead creased with a slight displeased wrinkle.

"We met several times at parties last year, introduced by your brother, remember?"

"Sennen ni nando ka, paatii de kao o awaseta to kioku shite iru nda ga ne? Hora, kiden no ani-kun no shoukai de."

After Linus' wedding last autumn, this carefree youth had been brought by his brother to several tea parties and garden parties attended by nobles. Langogne was certain that they had met at that time. In fact, he remembered Tullius' uninterested expression during those occasions and even the exchange of greetings they had.

Was this man claiming to have forgotten all that? If that were true, he was a complete fool. Socializing and recognizing faces were common practices among nobles. Even if they had met only once, Langogne was a high-ranking count. It was inconceivable that someone could forget meeting him.

While maintaining a smile on his face, Langogne observed him with a feeling of contempt. However, Tullius clapped his hands after a while.

"Oh, that time! Oh dear, my apologies. Last year at this time, so many difficult things were happening in succession. I suppose I just couldn't recall it well."

"Aa, ano toki desu ka! Iyahaya, moushiwake nai. Sakunen no imagoro wa, nanika to taihen na koto ga tate tsuzuke ni okotta deshou? Sore de doumo, umaku omoidasenakatta you de."

"Haha, well, that might be true! You must have had a lot going on too. No worries, I don't mind at all."

"Haha, sou darou to mo, sou darou to mo! Kimi mo iroiro taihen datta naa. Sore de wa shikata nai darou yo, ki ni shite wa inai sa."

Ah, come to think of it, there was that infamous trial uproar, the great fire in the capital, and even the assassination attempt against Tullius. In that case, it wouldn't be surprising to forget about some noble whom you met only once... Of course he wouldn't think like that.

For nobles, connections were their lifelines. Neglecting their lifelines due to the danger to their lives would have been nothing but a sign of foolishness. Indeed, like the elder brother, so was the younger brother.

He may have performed well in the war, but he was ultimately only skilled in barbaric acts. He possessed a bloody talent worthy of the infamous title "Slave Killer." There was no need to involve himself with such a filthy fool. Once he used him to his advantage, He should make arrangements for him to live peacefully with his brother in a monastery.

As Langogne was making such calculations in his mind, someone chimed in,

"Ooh, are you Count Oubeniel? I've heard about you for a while. I am a Count of the Kingdom, Chambery. I look forward to working with you."

"Iyaa, anata ga Ōbuniru hakushaku desu ka. O uwasa wa kanegane ukagatte orimasu. Watashi, oukoku hakushaku Shamberi to mousu mono. Igo, yoshinani onegai itashimasu."

For some reason, Chambery, who had been tagging along in this encounter, preemptively greeted Tullius politely.

What is he thinking? Langogne was displeased.

Isn't greeting someone of lower status first an indication of respect? Though Chambery may be despicable, he was an experienced and prominent noble. It's normal for a young peer, who has just turned twenty, to not even bother with them until they bow first.

Tullius was also slightly taken aback, but he quickly responded.

"...Ah, thank you very much for your courtesy. I am Count Tullius Shernan Oubeniel. Likewise, I look forward to your kind support, Count Chambery."

"...Aa, kore wa go teinei ni doumo. Turiusu Shurūnan Ōbuniru-hakushaku desu. Kochirakoso, Shamberi-hakushaku ni wa yoroshiku o hiki tate no hodo o."

He immediately put on a hollow smile in response. As Langogne witnessed the two shaking hands, he inwardly sneered.

(Hmph... the handshake of the despised bat and the sniveling snake.)

(Fun... kirawaremono no koumori to, hananasumi mono no hebi no akushu ka)

Being eyed with contempt by others from different families, they seemed to have found camaraderie. Langogne didn't dwell too deeply on such thoughts and let it pass.

He gracefully turned on his heel and addressed the two.

"Shall we proceed? The other distinguished guests must be eagerly waiting as well."

"Dewa, mairou ka? Hoka no orekireki mo, kubi o nagaku shite matte iru de arou."

With a gesture, he indicated behind them.

There stood the elegant white castle—the heart of the capital, no, the kingdom—the royal palace.

Today, the royal palace would host a ceremony to reward the nobles who participated in the Volden campaign. Count Langogne's purpose in personally welcoming Tullius wasn't just to maintain appearances within factions. Primarily, it was to guide him as he entered the court for the first time today.

"Oh my, indeed, passing through the gates of the royal palace always makes one feel a bit more tense! Even someone like me, who has seen it countless times, can't get used to it."

"Iyahaya, yahari oukyuu no mon to iu mono wa, tooru tabi ni mi ga hikishimaru omoi ga suru mono desu naa! Watashi nado, nando to naku me ni shiyou to nareru kehai ga shinai nodesu yo."

"Hahaha. Well, that's true. Um... It's so huge, I feel like I could get crushed."

"Hahaha. Maa, sou desu ne. Eeto... kou ookii to, oshi tsubuse sou de kowai desu ne."

"And the magnificent sculptures decorating the front yard! Don't you think they suit our beloved Arquell Kingdom, the land of art?"

"Sore to zen'ba ni kazaru soureina choukoku no kazukazu! Kore zo daichi to geijutsu no kuni, warera ga Arukēru Oukoku o irodoru ni fusawashii to omoimasen ka na?"

"Yes, you're right. The statues adorning the fountain are truly splendid."

"Ee, sou desu ne. Ano fuen ni kazurarete iru zou nanka wa, migoto na mono da to omoimasu."

"Oh, be careful when passing through the reception hall. The brilliance of that grand chandelier! It's said that if commoners happen to catch a glimpse, they might be blinded by its radiance."

"Otto, Resepushon hooru o tooru sai wa oki o tsuke o. Ano dai shanderia no kenran-sa to kitara! Gekka no mono nado ga ukkari me ni irereba, mabushisa de tsubusare kanenai to uwasa de shite na."

"Oh, really? I'll be careful, then."

"Haa, sou nano desu ka. Ki o tsukemasu."

Although his intention was to guide him, it seemed that Langogne's introduction had not received a favorable response. Tullius kept giving insincere responses like a child shown an uninteresting toy and even let out sighs from time to time.

(What a disrespectful man...)

(Nanto fukei na otoko ka...)

Behind his elegant smile, he further intensified his contempt for this young man.

How could he remain so indifferent to the sight of the palace, the representation of the kingdom's authority and the symbol of the royal rule? It seemed like the insensitivity of a rural noble, but it was not so simple. Occasionally, when asked about famous artifacts or artworks, he would surprisingly give accurate responses. It appeared that he had some sense when it came to art.

So, what was the reason for his indifference?

...He must have very little respect for the royal family.

Indeed, even Langogne harbored a sense of disdain for the man who ruled this magnificent palace—King Charles VIII. He lacked ambition, yet was temperamental and cowardly, and slow to respond to crises. Such a king could never earn Langogne's admiration. However, he could not deny the royal family's prestigious bloodline. At the pinnacle of the blue blood that justified their rule, nobles should hold a deep sense of respect. Looking at the scenery of the palace, a symbol of that history, one should naturally straighten their collar with reverence.

But this man lacked that sense. His awareness as a noble was questionable.

Langogne reached that conclusion.

(Well, it doesn't matter. With such a fool, when he becomes of no use, I can dispose of him without any regrets.)

(Maa, ii wa. Sono you na utsuke de areba koso, youzumi ni natta sai ni kirisutete mo, oshiku wa nai to iu mono.)

While toying with such thoughts, he guided him through the palace.

Since they had time before the ceremony began, Langogne showed him the areas where access was allowed, as far as he knew. They visited halls adorned with ceiling paintings created by artists invited from Omnia, the splendid flower beds of the north-facing garden, and even teased from afar the palace built as the residence of the king's favorite mistress—though it was no longer used.

"...Is Count Langogne fond of this sort of thing?"

"...Langogne-hakushaku tte, kou iu koto ga suki na kata na no desu ka?"

"Ha, hahaha... H-he's not a bad person, but he does have a bit of a childish side."

"Ha, hahaha... Wa, warui kata de wa gozaimasen yo. Shibashi, wakage ni afureta tokoro mo arimasu ga."

Occasionally, it was bothersome to see Tullius and Chambery behind him whispering to each other. He had no desire to be friendly with the likes of these noble brats, but it didn't sit well with him if they were keeping secrets from him.

*Ahem*, he cleared his throat with a single cough.

"Hm, we've spent quite some time, haven't we... Well then, shall we head to the antechamber soon?"

"Umu. Daibu jikan o tsukatte shimatta na... de wa, sorosoro hikae no ma e mukau to suru ka ne?"

"Ah, Count Langogne. Before that, there is something I would like to consult with you."

"Aa, Rangonyu-hakushaku. Sono mae ni hitotsu, go-soudan shitakikoto ga gozaimashite."

Once again, Langogne felt irritated by Tullius' words.

As a senior member and someone who had extended the courtesy of including him in their faction, it was rather impudent of Tullius to come seeking advice like this. Moreover, the fact that he wanted to discuss it before heading to the antechamber suggested it was a confidential matter he didn't want other nobles to know. Langogne didn't want to get too involved with this man, but...

"Well, well! Count Langogne is known for his eloquence and depth of understanding among the younger generation. While I'm not sure what troubles Count Oubeniel, I believe he can surely offer you some wisdom."

"Sore wa sore wa! Rangonyu-hakushaku wa wakai katagata no naka demo yuuben-sa to futokoro no fukasa de shirareta okata. Oobuniru-hakushaku ga nani o onayami ka wa gozonjimasen ga, kitto yoi chie o o-kashi itadakeru deshou."

Before he could refuse, Chambery had already taken the conversation in a direction of his own.

Well, having this bat-like man involved means that the information will also reach the ears of the faction members through him. Considering this, it would be unwise for Langogne, who was the one advocating for Turius' acceptance, to refuse to hear the consultation. He didn't want any rumors about him being a turncoat or anything of the sort.

"Of course, indeed. Go ahead and tell me anything."

"...Mochiron de aru tomo. Sa, nan demo itte mitamae."

"Thank you, Count. The consultation is regarding the management of my territory."

"Arigatou gozaimasu, hakushaku. Sore de soudan to moushimasu no wa, ryouchi no keiei ni kansuru koto deshite"

To summarize Tullius' words, his territory had suffered from the war, and his people were scarce. The invasion of St. Gallen had caused damages, and losses were incurred from conscripted soldiers in the Battle of Clavicure. As a result, there was a shortage of population in his territory, and it was beginning to affect the management.

Langogne thought it had nothing to do with him. Tullius was nothing more than someone to use and discard once he lost his value. Langogne desired the numbers and military power of moderate faction nobles like Margrave Doldran. Tullius was like a mere nutshell; Langogne reluctantly took him and would eventually dispose of him.

However, it wasn't the right time to show such blatant disregard. If this man, in a fit of disappointment with the central faction, said something like, "Is that so? Then I'll rely on the decentralized faction," it would be a shameful outcome for Langogne. For a little while longer, he wanted to keep Tullius under his influence.

Yet, he didn't have any wisdom like Chambery said.

"Hmm, it's difficult... It's not easy to increase the number of people. Especially through migration between territories—"

"Uumu, muzukashii na... hito nado, sou sou fuyaseru mono de wa nai. Mashiteya ryouchikan no idou nado―"

The quickest way to increase Volden's population would be through immigration. However, for nobles, their subjects were the source of taxation revenue. Not many nobles would willingly cooperate and provide their subjects for migration. Moreover, the central faction was predominantly composed of court nobles with small territories. Small territories meant a scarce population. There were hardly any nobles who could spare any people. Perhaps someone like Lavallee or Chambery, who had defected from the decentralized faction, might be able to contribute something.

"I see. Is it difficult? Um, then... What does Count Chambery think?"

"Sou desu ka. Muzukashii desu ka. Eetto, jaa... Shamberi-hakushaku wa dou omowaremasu?"

"Huh, me? W-well, let's see. Immigration, immigration... Even if we straightforwardly propose immigration, it won't be accepted. We need some pretext, right?"

"Eh, koko de watashi desu ka? So, sou desu naa. Imin, imin... Sunao ni imin to itte mo, oujirareru wake wa nai desu na. Nanika meimoku ga iru darou."

"A pretext, huh... It would be nice to have some pretext that would force other nobles to provide people."

"Meimoku kaa... Nanika meimoku ga aru to iin desu kedo ne. Yoso no kizoku ga tami o dasazaru oenai you na meimoku."

"That's right. Something like that, perhaps conscription during war could be a pretext, but we've already made peace."

"Soudesu naa. Sonna mono wa, sore koso sensou de no chouhei kurai dewa nai desu ka naa. Mou kouwa shite shimaimashita ga."

"――That's it!"

"――Sore da!"

Having gained a brilliant idea, Langogne couldn't help but exclaim.

At the sudden loud voice, Tullius and Chambery blinked, but Langogne continued without minding them and explained the plan that he was confident of.

"Yes, conscription. We can gather people under the pretext of conscription and send them to Vorden, where they can work as farmers. It's a well-known fact that Volden's military strength has been reduced, and it's only natural that it urgently needs replenishment for national defense. With this, we'll have an unassailable justification, won't we?"

"Sou, chouhei da. Chouhei no meiyo de tami o atsumete Vorudan ni okuri, genchi de wa noumin to shite hatarakasereba yoi darou. Vorudan-shuu no heiryoku ga hetatte iru no wa shuuchi no jijitsu de ari, kokubou no tame ni sono hoten ga kyuumu de aru no mo mata touzen no koto. Kore naraba dare ni mo monku o tsukerarenu taigimei-bun to narou?'

"So, you mean... the so-called 'tonden-hei' (military settlers), is that it? Haha, that's a great idea!"

"Sore wa tsumari... iwayuru tonden-hei to iu yatsu desu ka. Hahaa, sore wa yoi o-kangae desu ne."

"Exactly, exactly. As expected of Count Langogne. Right, Count Oubeniel?"

"Shikari shikari. Sasuga wa Rangonyu-hakushaku desu na, Oobuniru-hakushaku."

The fools who hadn't thought of such a thing were expressing admiration and approval. Listening to their pleasing voices, Langogne continued.

There was more to this plan.

"And, let the local nobles be responsible for providing those soldiers. In the Volden Campaign this time, Count Oubeniel fought personally, and we centralists also put in great effort to reinforce. Now, let's ask for assistance from other distinguished nobles."

"Soshite, sono hei o kyooshutsu suru no wa chihou kizoku ni tantou shite itadakou. Kondo no Vordaan sen'eki, Oobuniru hakushaku wa mizukara tatakai, warera shukenha mo zoen no tame ni hone o otta. Kondo wa hoka no orekireki ni chikarazoe o oshite moraou dewa nai ka."

By doing so, they can address the Volden situation without causing harm to the centralists, and at the same time, weaken the power of the regional decentralists. It's truly a brilliant plan.

""Ooohhh...""

The two fools, who could only listen to Langogne's opinion, let out relieved sighs in unison. Despite meeting for the first time today, they strangely seem to be in harmony. Birds of a feather flock together, one might say.

(Heh, did you see that? Even without the likes of Lavallee, there are still those who can come up with ideas. And it's none other than I, myself.)

(Fu, mita ka. Ravare no gotoki youkai ga oran demo, chie o daseru mono wa iru to iu no da. Hoka naranu, kono watashi ga na.)

While indulging in a sense of superiority, he silently displays his achievement.

Perhaps Mearbahn feared the absence of a wise figure like Lavallee and supported his return, but his judgment might be clouded. As long as Langogne remains, the outdated old foxes are no longer necessary. He has even stood at the apex of the faction. Eventually, he will ask Mearbahn to step down as well.

"So, is that all for the consultation? If so, it's about time I make an appearance in the reception room, or people will start to wonder."

"De, soudan to iu no wa sore dake kana? Naraba, sorosoro hikae no ma ni kao o dasaneba, ibukarareru koroai da."

"Yes, yes. No problem at all. My concerns about my subjects are now resolved!"

"Ee, ee. Mondai arimasen tomo. Boku no ryoumin ni kansuru fuan wa kore de kaiketsu desu ne!"

"Exactly. Let's consult on how to push this plan through in the upcoming meeting at the court."

"Sou desu tomo. Sassoku jikai no kaigou de, kono an o toosu tame ni kyuutei e hatarakikakeru you ni satorimashou"

Langogne walks ahead, pulling two goldfish poops onto his buttocks. He was in a good mood, taking slightly larger steps than usual. He couldn't see the scene behind him.

"Ah... Centralists, they're quite a handful, aren't they?"

"Haa... Chuuou shuuken-ha tte, taihen nan desu ne..."

"Hahaha. It's easier now compared to when Marquis Lavallee was still around... Sometimes, I miss the old days when things were more challenging."

"Hahaha. Ravare-kou ga gokenzai de atta koro yori ka yariyasui desu yo... Tokiori, taihen de atta hazu no mukashi ga natsukashiku narimasu ga..."

"But still, Victor can be quite troublesome with his instructions. To think he'd tell me to go out of my way to prompt this man to come up with ideas."

"Ni shite mo, Viktor mo mendou na shiji o dasu naa. Wazawaza, kono hito ni jibun kara kangae tsukaseru you shimukero, da nante..."

"It's essential to give credit to the other person, isn't it, Count Oubeniel? Especially when dealing with someone as proud and sensitive as him."

"Aite o tateru koto wa daiji desu zo, Orbnil-hakushaku? Tokuni kono kata no you na, hokori takaku ki no komayaka na o-hito to taisuru toki ni wa, desu."

"Count Chambery... Thank you for your cooperation. It seems I misunderstood you."

"Shanberi-hakushaku... Gokyoryoku, arigatou gozaimasu. Douyara boku wa, anata no koto o gokai shite ita you desu."

"I'm just as greedy and cautious as the rumors say. I've learned how to navigate through life in my own way, that's all."

"Watashi nado uwasa doori no yokufuka na shoushinsha desu yo. Tada, sou de aru nari no yowatari o kokoroete iru dake deshite."

Meanwhile, the two behind exchanged whispers and seemed to be getting along well.

~~~

Brousonne Royal Palace, Throne Room.

A red carpet embroidered with golden thread extended through the vast hall, forming a splendid corridor leading to the elevated throne at the far end. On both sides of the carpet stood a line of nobles, the core figures of the Alquer Kingdom, including officials from both military and civilian domains. They all stood in perfect formation, ensuring that they did not place their shoe tips on the carpet, reserved only for the King and those specially granted permission by him.

Along the wall near the entrance, a band of musicians was arranged, playing soothing melodies repeatedly. Their music would crescendo like thunder in unison with the king's entrance, as it was customary for such a performance during the King's arrival. The musicians awaited that precise moment while reaching yet another repeat of their piece.

Soon, a man entered from the entrance and walked on the red carpet. He was not the king. One would not expect the person who stands at the pinnacle of this kingdom, with or without an entourage, to appear at such an occasion.

His name was Duke Rochebourg. He had risen to the position of Prime Minister of the kingdom and was granted the title of duke, typically reserved only for those of royal blood, for one generation only. However, in the presence of this figure, there was no one showing reverence or awe. It was a well-known fact among the nobility present in the palace that this person had obtained his position through the manipulation of the late Marquis Lavallee, who had passed away recently. The current Prime Minister was seen as a puppet of the deceased marquis.

Duke Rochebourg walked proudly through the cold gazes of the feudal lords. However, his inner thoughts were undoubtedly different. His greatest patron, Marquis Ravare, was already gone. Therefore, the time had come for him to manage the court with his own abilities. But what could a man who had merely danced to the tune of an old man achieve? For Count Langogne who was observing from the sidelines, it was truly an intriguing matter.

(Hmph, this puppet... He should have come crying to me sooner.)

After Lavallee's death, the leader of the centralists was Langogne. Although he once lagged behind Lavallee's resurgence, his endorsement of Tullius, who achieved success in the Volden War, made it natural for him to inherit the faction with his foresight. Therefore, to cling to the seat of the prime minister, Langogne's support was essential.

The fact that there had been no word from him until that day implied that he might cut the strings set by the centralists and start dancing on his own. Alternatively, there might have been a new puppeteer who had attached new strings. Either way, that prime minister was unnecessary for Langogne.

(Old blood had to be replaced promptly.)

In his mind, he listed up potential prime minister candidates that suited him, and naturally, he ranked himself as the top candidate. As the prime minister took steps forward, Rochebourg stepped back beside the stairs leading to the throne and received a parchment paper with reverence from the ceremonial official.

Then, he took a deep breath and spoke in a firm voice.

"Hail to His Majesty, King Charles VIII, ruler of Arquell, land of earth and arts by the grace of God, arbiter of law and order, defender of the rights and authority of the lords, guardian of faith, doctrine and church! Welcome!"

"Kami no onchou ni yoru daichi to geijutsu no kuni Arukueeru no toujisha, hou to chitsujo ni yoru saitekisha, shukou no fuku beki kenri to ken'i no yougo-sha, shinkou to kyougi to kyoukai no shugosha de aru Sharuru hassei-heika, go-irai!"

At the same time, the orchestral music intensified, seemingly emphasizing the King's dignity. Rochebourg's voice resounded in the hall, not to be overshadowed by the volume of the music.

To recite such a lengthy address loudly and without hesitation. He inadvertently impressed. He must have been appointed as the Prime Minister for his skill in this art.

Amidst the grandiose flood of sound, King Charles VIII made his entrance, supported by the Minister of the Palace as if he were being drowned by it. As he approached, attendees near the entrance knelt down one by one. Above their heads, ceremonial guards also knelt, raising the tips of their gleaming glaives. This gesture signified that anyone showing disrespect or rebellious intent before the King would be swiftly punished. However, it was not the nobles who knelt in fear at the sound of the spear shafts resonating, but the King himself, supposedly protected by his soldiers. It appeared that the current ruler, His Majesty, still harbored timidity and delusions of victimization.

Before it was his turn to kneel, Langogne stole a glance at the others in the line near the entrance. Tullius, who had just taken over the position, was a young and inexperienced leader, and the Oubeniel family's status was relatively lower than other county. Naturally, he was assigned a seat closer to the end during this ceremony.

He wondered if that man might cause unnecessary trouble or fail to perform his duties properly. Langogne was concerned about it. This was the grand stage of the King's audience. If that man were to make a blunder in such a place, it might reflect poorly on Langogne as well in the end. He had taught him the etiquette of chewing and swallowing appropriately in the antechamber, but it was a pressing matter. Moreover, he couldn't believe that the man was intellectually capable. If he could buy safety through worrying, he would have worried endlessly.

Perhaps his prayers were answered, as Tullius followed the ceremony smoothly without any sign of danger. Since there were no signs of disturbance or mockery among the courtiers, it seemed he hadn't done anything strange. For the time being, Langogne felt relieved.

Soon, all attendees, including Langogne, knelt down, and King Charles VIII ascended the steps to the throne with sluggish movements. It was neither weighty nor light like a cloud, but rather a gait that seemed to sink. There was no other way to describe it but as sluggish.

(As always, he remains an unenthusiastic king.)

Whether he knew or didn't know about the cynical evaluation he received, the King sat heavily on the throne, pretending to be regal.

The Prime Minister also ascended to the middle of the stair landing and stepped aside, standing outside the red carpet while extending the parchment paper with the ceremony written on it, preparing for his customary loud voice.

"Now, in celebration of the victory in the Volden War, which resulted in a successful peace negotiation, His Majesty's royal decree shall be granted! All courtiers should listen solemnly!"

"Kore yori, saki ni kouwa no natta Vorudan sen'eki no shouri o kashite, Heika no gyokuon ga kudasaretamau! Shokei wa shinmyou ni mimi ni suru ga yoi!"

After such an introduction, the war victory ceremony and rewards for merit finally began.

The progress of the ceremony was generally as follows:

First, the ceremonial guards simultaneously lowered their outstretched spears and stepped back while standing up. At the same time, all attendees stood up. It was desirable to position oneself about two steps away from the carpet during this moment.

Then, they would listen to the King's somewhat unclear congratulatory address, and finally, the main event would commence.

It was the beginning of the determination of rewards and punishments for the nobles—the rewards for merit.

The Prime Minister called out the names of the attendees.

"Margrave of the Kingdom's borderlands, Leonard Christophe Doldran!"

"Oukoku Henkyouhaku, Reonaaru Kurisutofu Dorudoran!"

"Yes!"

"Ha-ha!"

When called, the noble would promptly respond and take one step forward. Just one step. Until granted permission by the King, they were not allowed to put their feet on the carpet.

"C-come...closer!"

"Ch-chi... chikayore!"

It was only upon receiving such a summons that one could step onto the red-carpeted floor with their shoes and sink into the feeling of triumph.

However, there was one exception to this case. If the Prime Minister called out someone's name, but the King did not acknowledge them, it signified that the individual had committed some mistake and would be punished. Those who were guilty had no right to walk the path leading to the throne. That's what it implied.

At first glance, one might have thought that there would be no one among the attendees who would do something to warrant punishment during this ceremony, which was meant to reward the merits of the Volden War, which concluded in just under two weeks.

However, at that moment, it was also a judgment seat where rewards and punishments were determined by the King's authority. Therefore, it was not impossible to exclude nobles who were inconvenient for the occasion. In times of war, vast amounts of money, resources, and people were in motion, beyond what could be comprehended at a glance. One could use this to accuse others of negligence, embezzlement, or misappropriation, and confiscate their territories entirely or partially. Otherwise, rewards might be insufficient.

Let's get back to the point. The one whose name was called this time was Margrave Doldran of the borderlands. During that war, he served as an advisor and assisted the novice commander-in-chief in making decisions, and on some occasions, he led the troops himself, achieving great success in repelling the St. Gallen army. He was undoubtedly a distinguished hero. Naturally, he gained the right to be summoned by the King and approached the throne.

After bowing and stepping forward to the front of the stairs, he knelt once again.

"In this battle, your wisdom, valor, and hard work have achieved remarkable success, greatly contributing to the victory, which His Majesty graciously acknowledges. Therefore, in recognition of this――"

"Kono tabi no gassen ni oite wa, kiden no chiyu to funtou ga kou o tomonau, sono hataraki ga shouri e to kouken suru tokoro dai de aru to, osoraku mo Heika ga omitome de araserareru. Yotte kore o houshi――"

And so on, the Prime Minister's words continued.

Following this, the King asked,

"Do you have any wishes?"

"Nanika nozomi no suji wa aru ka?"

In response to this question, one must not straightforwardly express their desires, stating things like "I want this" or "I want that." Rewards bestowed in such ceremonies are often predetermined during the planning stages. Unexpectedly voicing unforeseen desires could cause delays in the proceedings.

Therefore, the response was,

"No, Your Majesty. Everything is as you wish."

"Iie, gozaimasenu. Subete Heika no goshin no mama ni"

When questioned, it was customary for the vassal to decline in this manner. First, the vassal would demonstrate their selflessness and loyalty to win the King's satisfaction and favor. Once that was done, the King would praise their spirit and bestow pre-determined rewards, which the vassal would accept and then step back.

This was the sequence of events.

The ceremony progressed without any problems. Many nobles were called by name, summoned closer to receive rewards, or kept at a distance from the throne to receive reprimands and punishments. Langogne, of course, belonged to the former category. Although he had only joined the army that departed from the capital and learned of the end of the battle before arriving, it was a fact that he had served as part of the military forces. As he contributed troops and demonstrated loyalty, the King had an obligation to reward his actions. Without grace, there would be no service. It was a fundamental principle of the feudal system.

And then, another person's name was called.

"Kingdom's Royal Knight, Elisha Rosmond Balbastre!"

"Oukoku Konoe Kishi, Erisha Rozumondo Barubasutoru!"

"Yes!"

"Ha-ha!"

As the young woman's voice echoed, Langogne's brow slightly furrowed. He had grown accustomed to the voices of the men, but this one was different. The one called was a young woman holding the title of Commander of the Second Royal Knights Order. She was someone he didn't like. Her origin was from the Balbastre Marquisate, a political rival of the centralist faction. She had caused various disturbances, defied her family's expectations by becoming a knight, and escaped the constraints of her noble lineage. Just like Oubeniel, she was one of the fools disrupting the order and hierarchy of the noble society.

During the war, she boasted about battling monsters that supposedly intruded during combat, claiming they were even vampires. Such claims seemed highly exaggerated and doubtful. Though officially recognized and praised before the King, Langogne suspected that her achievements were embellished to enhance the reputation of the Royal Knights.

"Do... do you have any desires or wishes?"

"Na, nanika nozomi no suji wa, a, aru ka?"

"I have none. I will follow His Majesty's will."

"Arimasenu. Heika no go-shin no mama ni"

Saying this, she solemnly lowered her gaze, displaying a demeanor of acceptance to the royal decision. In these moments of composure, she showed the elegance befitting a noble lady of her refined lineage.

"T-then, accept the reward from m-me."

"Dewa, you kara no houbi wo, to, to, torasu."

In response to King Charles VIII's words, the court official approached slowly and handed a new parchment paper to the Prime Minister.

"Prime Minister, read it on my... b-behalf! I allow you to voice out my will!"

"Sa, saishou! Yo ni, ka, kawatte! Wa, waga i o yomiageru koto o, sa... sashi yurusu!"

"Yes. I humbly accept."

"Ha-ha. Kashikomari nagara uketorimashite gozaimasu."

After bowing to the throne, Duke Rochebourg walked towards Elisha, who remained kneeling.

The assembled nobles murmured among themselves. In such circumstances, the custom in Alquelle was to merely read out the list of rewards without physically presenting them. If any gifts were to be given, they would be received later through an official envoy. The Prime Minister approaching someone with rewards was a rare occurrence and only happened on exceptional occasions of receiving high honors.

Even Elisha seemed perplexed, and she unintentionally lifted her face, which should have been lowered.

"Lady Balbastre, I humbly offer to read and convey His Majesty's intentions to you. Therefore, please assume the proper posture and listen."

"Barbastor-kyo, kore yori kashikomari nagara Heika no go-i o haiyoku shi tatematsuru. Yueni, sono tsumori de shisei o tadashishi, kiku ga yoi."

"Yes... My apologies for the rudeness."

"Haa... kore wa shitsurei o ba."

With Elisha once again bowing her head, Rochebourg read out the contents.

"King Charles VIII has been greatly impressed by your bravery in the recent campaign and your accomplishments in defeating the monstrous vampire, who pose a threat not only to the kingdom but to all of humanity and the church. Therefore, he bestows upon Knight Elisha Rosmond Balbastre... the recommendation and appointment as a Holy Knight, to serve the Holy Church!"

"Kokuō Sharuru VIII-sei Heika wa, kikou no konjiseneki okeru yuusen, narabi ni oukoku no minarazu zenjin no kyoui ni shite kyoukai ni tai suru boufuku-teki haikyou-sha taru kaibutsu・vanpaia no toubatsu, korera no gyouseki ni itaku kanji-irareta to no yoshi. Yotte, oukoku kishi Erisha Rozumondo Barubasutoru o... Seiou Kyoukai e to suisen shi seikishi ni oya-mesareru!"

An intangible shock reverberated through the throne room.

A Holy Knight—a knight among knights, tasked with protecting the teachings and followers of the Holy Church. It was considered the highest honor for a knight to be appointed as such. To have a young woman of merely twenty-four years receiving such an appointment was an unprecedented event. Many of the attendees exchanged glances with their neighbors, whispering in disbelief. It was truly an unimaginable occurrence.

Yet, at the same time, some thought otherwise. After all, it was a testament to the highest recognition a knight could receive. Even if the Prime Minister were to present her with rewards in a formal manner, it wouldn't be strange at all.

"This is the appointment letter and the permit for your journey to Omnia to undergo training as a Holy Knight. Please accept them with respect."

"Kore naru wa ninmei no shojou ni shite, seikishi toshite no shugyou o ukeru tame no Omnia e no wattei kyokashou de aru. Tsutsushinde uke yo."

"...Yes! I am truly honored and deeply humbled by this unexpected recognition!"

"...Haha! Makoto ni bougai no eiyou o tamawari, mi ga hikishimaru omoi desu!"

Elisha remained on one knee and extended both palms above her head, respectfully receiving the appointment letter.

Langogne was not pleased. Despite Elisha's strong ties to the central authority as a member of the Royal Knights, she originally hailed from a decentralist noble family. Moreover, rumors had it that her Second Knights Order were a group of rough and uncouth individuals, far from the ideals of chivalry. That such a person would become a Holy Knight was a sign of troubling times.

... However, events that truly showed the world was in turmoil were yet to unfold.

"Count of the Kingdom, Tullius Shernan Oubeniel!"

"Oukoku Hakushaku, Tūriusu Shurūnan Ōbuniru!"

"Yes."

"Hai."

Towards the end of the ceremony, precisely at the climactic moment, the name of this man was called. In the rewards and punishments of the ceremony, the last to receive an award was traditionally the individual with the greatest achievements in the battle. Thus, despite being vexing, there was no one else who could be more deserving than this man.

After all, he was the commanding officer who defeated a force of 40,000 soldiers from the St. Gallen army, despite being in a numerical disadvantage. No matter how displeasing it may be, it was imperative to recognize his accomplishments, or else it would set a bad precedent.

"C-come closer..."

"Chi... Chikayore..."

"Yes."

"Ha-ha."

Tullius' feet were placed on the prestigious red carpet. Langogne felt as if he were rubbing filth on gold. If that man were to step on the crimson floor, the pools of blood shed by the slaughtered slaves would be more fitting.

Still, his relaxed and unhurried steps, as well as his smooth and natural way of kneeling, were somehow bothersome. At first glance, there seemed to be no problem, but it caused an uncomfortable feeling, as if a small bone were stuck in the throat.

Langogne thought about the reason for this and eventually realized it.

(He lacks tension.)

He recalled Tullius' striking indifference to the royal palace when he was shown around. That was the key.

Normally, the King would be the greatest authority in the country. Even Langogne, who knew the pathetic reality of the King, would feel some nervousness if he were to step forward before the throne. The education ingrained into him since childhood would make him regard the elderly man sitting on the throne as an untouchable figure.

Tullius, on the other hand, lacked that. He simply stepped forward when called and performed the prescribed actions because he was told to do so. That's the way it seemed to be for him.

(Count Oubeniel... Does he lack awareness when facing the King?)

That man didn't fear the King or the Prime Minister. It wasn't that he underestimated King Charles VIII or Duke Rochebourg. It was more like he saw the King and nobles the same way he saw commoners and slaves. He appeared to have no interest in the hierarchical system that governed this class-based society. His posture of bowing towards the throne looked like an ill-conceived clown show.

Langogne wished for it to be over quickly. Tullius Oubeniel himself was just a tool that should be disposed of swiftly once the decentralists were dealt with. It was unbearable to watch someone behaving so arrogantly without understanding his place.

While these thoughts lingered, the ceremony continued. Duke Rochebourg praised Tullius' military achievements, complimented him in a ceremonial tone, and finally urged him to receive the King's words. The rest of the proceedings followed in a customary manner, with the catalog of rewards being recited smoothly.

"Is there... anything you wish for?"

"Nanika... no, nozomi no suji wa aru ka?"

Throughout the ceremony, the King repeated this question multiple times. If Tullius answered like everyone else, saying that he would follow His Majesty's will, the end of the ceremony would be near.

However, unexpectedly, he responded,

"Yes, there is something I would like to ask of Your Majesty."

"Hai. Zehi tomo heika ni onegai shitai koto ga arimasu."

This man had disrupted the flow with his abrupt words.

"...W-what?"

"...Nan, da to?"

Charles VIII's voice seemed to lose its emotional color as it echoed through the throne room. It was a murmured voice that unintentionally escaped. Despite not being particularly loud, it was heard by all the attendees, indicating just how silent the hall had become.

The spectators all widened their eyes, their gazes fixated on the throne.

What Tullius did was outrageous. Though formally speaking, he was being asked by the King to make a request, this was a moment where one should express a modest desire, saying, "I have no requests. I shall accept whatever Your Majesty deems fit." This was the proper way to show respect, regardless of one's true thoughts. It was the etiquette and tradition of the kingdom.

To disregard this and state his request was an unprecedented act of defiance.

The malicious aspect of this act lay in the fact that, formally speaking, the question and answer had been completed. In this ceremony of praising a vassal's distinguished service and bestowing rewards, the King asks the vassal, and the vassal responds with their request. But what if the King cannot fulfill that request?

The King's authority would be greatly damaged. The King, as the sovereign, would be seen as unable to reward his loyal subjects' service, thus deeming their loyal service, even one wagered with their life, as worthless... this was how they would be treated.

The purpose of incorporating this formality into the ceremony was also to prevent such situations. The rewards were predetermined, and the vassals would express their willingness to accept whatever the King prepared for them. This way, the likelihood of damaging the King's authority was minimal.

By ignoring this protocol, it meant that Tullius did not care about the King's authority or what consequences might arise. He openly declared as much in front of the King himself and the entire assembly of nobles.

(Y-you fool! Didn't I teach you multiple times how to respond to this question?! All you had to do was politely decline and leave it to His Majesty! Why can't you even do such a simple thing!?)

(Ba, bakamono!? Kono mondai ni tsuite wa, nando mo kotaekata o oshieta darou!? Kotowari o irete, Heika ni o-makase shimasu to iu dake de ii nda! Naze sonna koto mo dekinu no da, kimi waa!?")

Langogne pressed his hand against his mouth, restraining the anger that was rising to his throat. He nearly made the mistake of raising his voice in the middle of the ceremony. That's how much shock he felt at the moment.

The reason was that it was Langogne who had instructed Tullius on the protocol of the ceremony. In a sense, if Tullius displayed uncouth behavior, it would reflect poorly on Langogne as well, as the one who taught him.

In fact, some of the attendees were sending accusatory glances their way. They must have witnessed Langogne instructing Tullius on the ceremony in the antechamber. Their eyes were coldly condemning, as if saying, "What on earth were you teaching him?"

After a tense silence that felt like sitting on pins and needles, King Charles VIII finally spoke with a sullen expression.

"...Very well. Speak your wish."

"...Yokarou. No, nozomi wo, ie."

A stir ran through the hall. The disturbance was even deeper than when Tullius had blurted out something outrageous. The reason being, the known King Charles VIII was nothing more than a foolish king who struggled to follow standardized rituals. Last year, during the Great Fire of the Capital, he acted like he knew nothing and abandoned his responsibilities, revealing his incompetence. Yet, in response to this unprecedented breach of protocol, he handled it without showing any anger or agitation, which was simply unbelievable.

Behold, even the instigator of this situation, Tullius, looked wide-eyed in astonishment at the unexpected response.

"... Huh?"

"... Eh?"

"W-What? You, you have a wish, right? What's the matter?"

"Na, nanda? Negai ga, a, aru no darou? Do, dou shita no da?"

"Y-yes,.. I was prepared for your anger, as I spoke with full awareness of my rudeness."

"Ha, haa... burei o shouchi de moushiageta node, oikari o kau no de wa to migamae te orimashite."

These words caused a vein to throb on Langone's temple.

(He's aware of his rudeness?!)

(Bu, burei wo shouchi da to?!)

In other words, he did it fully understanding that he would be told not to do it. This was nothing short of contemptuous behavior towards others.

"M-making me wait is more rude, isn't it!? I-I'm the king! It's the king's i-inquiry! N-now, answer quickly! Or... i-is it a lie that you have a request!?"

"Yo o, ma, matsuaseru hou ga burei de arou!? Yo, yo, yo wa kokuou da! Ou no, to, toi da! Ha, hayaku kotae yo! Sore tomo, negai ga aru to iu koto wa, i, itsuwari ka!?"

As expected, King Charles VIII was still King Charles VIII. Whether he was getting impatient with the long ceremony or had exhausted his patience for the day with the previous response, he suddenly erupted into a fit of anger and started shouting.

Ignoring his outburst, Duke Rochebourg stood in front of Tullius and urged him on.

"Count Oubeniel, act as His Majesty wishes."

"Ōbuniru-hakushaku. Heika no goi no mama ni nasare yo."

"Very well, then I shall make my request to His Majesty."

"...Dewa, kokuou-heika ni onegai moushiagemasu."

With these words, Tullius changed his posture. He went from kneeling on one knee to prostrating himself completely, with both knees on the floor and his hands also touching the ground.

He was now fully prostrated.

Then, he addressed the King.

"I beseech Your Majesty's mercy for the people of Volden."

"Heika yori, Vordan no tami ni ojihi o."

"Mercy, you say?"

"Ji, jihi to wa?"

"Yes... Our lands have been struck by the calamity of war, suffering deeply. We have lost tens of thousands of soldiers alone. And when we add the civilians who fell into the hands of the barbaric soldiers of St. Gallen, the number of lives lost is beyond measure――"

"Hai... Waga ryou wa kono tabi no senka ni mimawasare, shinjin ni kizutsuite orimasu. Hei no senshisha dake demo man o kazoemashou. Sore ni yaban na Zankutogaren-hei no te ni kakatta tami o awasereba, dore dake no inochi ga chirasareta koto ka――"

Pausing for a moment, he raises his head.

"――Since Your Majesty has acknowledged this humble vassal's military achievements, you must also be aware of this, I presume?"

"――Shin no senkou o onotamenarareta ijou, heika mo sore o zonji agete orimashou?"

It was a provocative remark. Acknowledging Tullius' military achievements, praising him, and granting rewards during such a ceremony. In that case, the King must be well aware of how many casualties this war has caused, right? Though his words were carefully adorned on the surface, in reality, that's what Tullius' words conveyed. Observing closely, Charles VIII seemed to slip from the throne and desperately hold onto the armrests. He must have been greatly shocked. To think there would be someone who would speak such words to the King of Arquell, it was unbelievable.

Feeling the need to intervene, the clearing of the throat by Duke Rochebourg resonated in the hall.

"Since I do not wish to take up His Majesty's precious time, no need to use preface. What mercy do you seek from His Majesty, spesifically?"

"Heika no kichou na o-jikan o kashite oru yue, maeoki wa fuyou. Tantouchokunyuu ni mouse. ...Kiden ga heika yori tamawaritaku omotteiru jihi to wa, gutaiteki ni wa nandearou ka?"

Tullius' answer was, as he was asked to, straightforward.

"Tax exemption for the Volden province."

"Vorudan shuu e no menzei"

"What the...?"

"Nanto..."

The Prime Minister groaned.

It was an outrageous demand. To request the exemption of taxes on the Volden province from the King meant that even the taxes owed by Tullius, who ruled over that land, would not be collected. In other words, this man openly refused to pay taxes to the kingdom.

Furthermore, this demand was troublesome because it involved tax exemption in the name of the King. The exemption would apply only to the portion paid to the country, while the portion paid to the lord would remain untouched. Otherwise, the lord would be left in despair, losing a significant source of income needed for various expenses and supporting his retainers. After all, the necessary funds for various projects and support to his retainers were derived from the tax revenue.

In essence, it meant taking taxes from the people while contributing nothing to the country.

(So he has revealed his true nature, the parasite from the countryside! Of all places, why here...!)

(Honnou o arawashiotta ka, chiho no dani ga! Yori ni mo yotte, koko de...!)

Langone also raised an eyebrow.

Establishing his dominance in the regions, fattening his own pockets, and yet refusing to pay taxes. Who did he think he was? After siding with the centralists as soon as Lavallee, whom he had been fighting against, disappeared, now he wanted to go against that very policy.

"The calamity that befell Volden was not limited to the tens of thousands who died in battle. Fields were burned, wells poisoned, and even the survivors were groaning in pain from war wounds. Even then, they continued to suffer. I humbly request a small measure of mercy for them."

"Vorudan ga ukeotta wazawai wa, man-yo no senshi-sha nomi dewa arimasen. Ta hata wa yakare, ido mizu wa doku ni kegasare, ikinokotta mono mo senshou ni shingin shite orimasu. Ima mo kurushimi tsudzukeru karera ni, hitohira no ojihi o tamawaritaku zonjimasu."

"T-to show mercy to the people...? Is that... your wish?"

"Ta, tami ni, jihi o, ka...? Sore ga... omae no nozomi ka?"

"Indeed, Your Majesty. As I mentioned earlier, since you have recognized this vassal's achievements in battle, I believe you are also aware of the sacrifices made by the people of Volden. Their unwavering dedication and sacrifices for the kingdom are not to be underestimated. It is my earnest desire to repay them for their valor and devotion."

"Gyoi ni gozaimasu, heika. Sakihodo, sen'etsunagara moushiagemashita toori, shin no senkou o o-mitome ni narareta ijou, karera no gisei no hodo mo—ie, karera vorudan no tami ga miseta, fusoku shinmei no tatakai buri mo o shirioki itadaite iru to zonjimasu. Karera e mukuiru koto ga, hisai ni mo karera ni gisei o shiita shin no, sekishin kara no nozomi de arimasu."

And with this cunning rhetoric. It's no more than the King showing mercy to the citizens, all for the people's sake. A virtuous deed. Surely the people will be grateful to the King, shedding tears of joy. They will renew their loyalty to the kingdom. So, it should be done by all means... that was the grand justification he prepared for it.

"Count Oubeniel."

"Oobuniru-hakushaku."

The Prime Minister interjects.

"Is that the only thing you wish for?"

"Sore nomi ga nozomi ka?"

"Yes, that is the only thing I desire."

"Hai, sore dake ga shin no nozomi desu."

"No other rewards are necessary?"

"Hoka no onshou wa fuyou to mousu ka?"

"If in exchange, you could grant generous favor to the people."

"Hikikae ni tami e no goonkou o atsuku shite itadakeru nodeareba."

"...And how long is the tax exemption to last?"

"...menzei no kigen wa ikaga hodo da?"

"A duration, you say?"

"Kigen, desu ka?"

"Yes. I am aware that the Volden subjects are suffering greatly. It is an auspicious time of victory. It is not a stingy period to consider tax reductions. However, until when will it be? Surely, you wouldn't propose an eternal exemption from taxes for Volden."

"Sayou. Vorudan ryōmin ga totan no kurushimi ni aeideiru koto wa zonjite oru. Senshou to iu medetai ori da. Zei no genmen ni tsuite kangaeru no mo, yabusaka dewa nai jiki dearu. Ga, sore wa itsumade de aru no ka na? Yomo ya, eikyuu ni Vorudan kara wa zei o toranaide itadakitai, nado to wa mousumai"

The words of the Prime Minister were only natural. A region that did not bear the obligation of paying taxes to the kingdom was no longer a part of the Arquell Kingdom. It would be an independent, separate country, a privilege granted only to a duke, not a mere count like Tullius. Therefore, it was only reasonable for the tax exemption to have a time limit.

Now, how long should that time limit be? Granting a year of tax reduction as a reward for victory in war was common, but Tullius' request was for a tax exemption in exchange for his own reward. Naturally, it wouldn't be limited to just one or two years. Most likely, he would demand a tax exemption for a period of ten to twenty years, during which he could amass wealth to his heart's content. That seemed to be his true intention.

Everyone, including Langogne, and not just the Prime Minister, gazed intently at Tullius, waiting to hear the number of years he would request. The number he would utter would directly reflect the audacity of that man.

(Hmm... It would take around ten years to rebuild Volden and achieve a surplus. If we consider the earnings required to justify such a demand, a reasonable request would be for fifteen years. If he gets greedy, then maybe twenty years. Surely, he wouldn't dare say he doesn't want to pay taxes for thirty years, right?)

Expecting the request to fall between fifteen to twenty years, Langogne's estimation was overturned.

However, it was to the opposite direction.

"Then, I hope for a tax exemption for the next five years."

"De wa, kongo go-nen no menzei o kibou shimasu."

""Five-!?...""

""Go-!?...""

Somewhere in the hall, several people let out a groan at once.

――Too short.

That was the common thought among them. Five years was insufficient to take advantage of the tax exemption privilege and amass personal wealth, let alone complete the reconstruction. After all, it was half of the necessary ten-year period that Langogne had estimated.

"Ugh... But, with Count Oubeniel's abilities..."

"Mu-mu-muu... daga, Oobuniru hakushaku no shuwannara..."

Count Chambery mumbled with hesitation. This man had been interested in Tullius's skills as an administrator for some time. He knew of Tullius's accomplishment of quickly reviving the remote and almost desolate land of Marlan in the Volden region during his time as a Viscount.

Hearing Chambery's muttering, Langogne had a gut feeling.

(I see, you madman! So you believe that with your skills, you can still make a profit within a short time limit. And yet, you artfully impresses others with your compassion and lack of greed... So that's your scheme! I've seen through it!)

(Wakatta zo, kyoujin-me! Kisama wa jibun no shuwan nara mijikai nengen demo rieki o agerareru to, sou kangaete iru no da na!? Sore de ite shuui ni wa, jihibuka-sa to muyoku-sa o azatoku inshou tsukeru... Sore ga kisama no takurami ka, minuita zo!)

Thinking this, Langogne felt contempt for the shallowness of Tullius's character. It was despicable to be concerned about others' perceptions while greedily seeking personal gain. He couldn't bear such behavior as a human being. With these thoughts, Langogne grimaced, and his breath grew heavy as he snorted through his nose.

However...

"Hmm... But no matter how you look at it, it doesn't match."

"Uumu... Shikashi, dou kangaete mo miaimasen naa..."

Once again, Chambery's mutter contradicted that expectation.

No matter how skilled he was in domestic and civil affairs, five years were still unrealistic. Firstly, according to Langogne's own estimate, it would take ten years for the reconstruction of Volden, and an additional five years to start seeing profits, totaling fifteen years. If it were reduced to five years, the period would be only a third of what was required to generate profits. This meant that unless Tullius possessed the skills of an absurdly capable superhuman, capable of producing three times the results of an ordinary lord, it would be difficult for profits to materialize.

So, why was he demanding such a short period?

Rochebourg, the Duke, must have thought the same. He continued to question Tullius.

"It's rather short, isn't it?"

"Sukoshi, mijikai na."

"I have some confidence in my ability to govern and improve the livelihood of the people. I will restore Volden to its former prosperity and increase the tax revenue within five years."

"Shin ni wa minsei no shuwan ni isasaka na jishin ga gozaimasu. Go-nen de Vorudan o, moto-doori no zeishuu o agerareru made ni kaifuku sasete misemashou."

"But wouldn't that be of little benefit to you?"

"Sore de wa kiden ni ri ga nai you ni omoeru ga?"

"To bring tranquility and prosperity to the land inherited by my ancestors, the territory of the House of Oubeniel, is my ultimate goal. Your Majesty and Your Excellency, I humbly beseech you to grant me the assistance I need to achieve this as a reward."

"Oukoku yori tamawarishi Ōbuniru-ke fusou denrai no chi ni, seibitsu to han'ei o motarasu koto koso, shin no ri de arimasu. Heika, narabi ni Saishou-kakka ni wa, sono tame no go-ichijo o onshou toshite kudashi tamawaremasu you, fukushite onegai moushiagemasu."

(What is this creepy flowery language?)

(Nan na no da, kono kimochi warui bijireiku wa?)

As Langogne listened, he felt his face becoming grim. To him, Tullius' demands seemed entirely uncharacteristic of the Tullius he knew. Yet, every word was meticulously constructed with logic and justification. The sense of incongruity was unsettling.

Wanting a tax exemption period for the sake of the people and the revitalization of his territory? Claiming to achieve something in five years? Willing to disregard his own interests for that purpose?

Who on earth was this man?

A person who could genuinely speak such words would have no reason to be dubbed the "Slave Killer" or the "Man-Eating Serpent" as the bloodcurdling rumors suggested. There must be something hidden beneath the surface, but Langogne couldn't grasp it. Nevertheless, the argument was not without merit, and it didn't seem to be without benefit for the kingdom either.

"...Your Majesty."

"...Heika."

"Uh, yes..."

"U, umu..."

The King and Prime Minister seemed to have no choice but to accept it.

"I s-shall issue the royal decree and have it heard! Be prepared, li-listen carefully!"

"Gyo, gyokuon o kikase te torasu! Kokoro shite, ki, kike!"

"Yes!"

"Ha-ha."

"Y-your loyalty, and righteousness, a-are truly praiseworthy. T-therefore, as you wished, we shall grant you the desired r-reward! ...For the next five years, Volden Province shall be exempted from taxation by the kingdom! Work d-diligently for the recovery of the province!"

"So, sonokata no chuushin, soshite jingi, ma, makoto ni tenhare nari. Yu, yue ni, no, nozonda toori no, ho, houbi o torasu! ...Vorudan-shuu wa kongo go-nen, oukoku yori no chouzei o menzuru! Sochi wa doushuu saisei no tame ni, e, eii funrei seyo!"

"...I am deeply grateful for your benevolence, Your Majesty, and I have certainly accepted the decree to work diligently for Volden's restoration."

"...Arigataki shiawase. Heika no ojihi to, Vorudan no tame ni eii funrei seyo to no gyoi, shikato tamawarimashita."

"Y-yes."

"U, umu"

Langogne narrowed his eyes. For a moment, it seemed as though Tullius had smiled. It wouldn't be surprising for him to show a smile after having his request accepted, but there was something different. Langogne sensed a different meaning behind that smile, but he couldn't quite grasp it.

The answer came from Chambery, who had been muttering to himself earlier.

"It seems like things are going to be quite difficult, Count Langogne."

"Taihen na koto ni narisou desu naa, Langonyu-hakushaku."

"What do you mean, Count Chambery?"

"Nani ga da ne? Shamberi-hakushaku."

"The King has issued an order to work diligently for the revival of Volden, you know?"

"Vorudan no tame ni eii funrei seyo, to no gyoi ga demashita zo?"

"So what? Of course, Count Oubeniel must do his best to comply with the King's wishes, what of it――"

"Dakara nan da ne? Gyoi ni somukanu you, Oobuniru-hakushaku mo ganbaraneba naranu ga, sore ga――"

"It's not just about him. You were also involved in advising Count Oubeniel regarding the revival of his territory, were you not?"

"Tanin goto de wa arimasen zo. Sono Oobuniru-hakushaku kara, ryouchi saisei ni kanshite soudan goto ni azukatteita de wa arimasen ka?"

Involuntarily, he almost exclaimed in surprise.

That was right. Before the ceremony began, while being guided through the royal palace, Tullius had consulted with Langogne. He talked about the declining population in Volden due to the war's devastation and expressed his desire to do something about it. Langogne had suggested recruiting people from the territories of decentralization advocates under the pretext of conscription and sending them to Volden.

Of course, at this moment, he was infuriated by Tullius' outrageous behavior, and he had no intention of lending his support. He believed that he alone should bear the responsibility for his incompetence, which had caused a decline in the population.

However, now, there was the King's decree.

The conversation between Tullius and King Charles VIII, just now, had indicated that granting tax exemption to Volden was intended as a reward, and the King's words, "work diligently for the sake of Volden," were meant to...

"That means it's not just a mere reward, but your wish for this one to strive desperately for the recovery of the province, is that correct?"

"Sore wa tan'naru houbide wa naku, hisshi ni shuu no fukkou ni hagemu koto o nozomu, to iu imidesu ne?"

Tullius offered an expanded interpretation. He sought confirmation if that was not incorrect, and the King responded,

"Yes, that's right."

"Umu, sou dearu"

And so the King agreed. It ended up in such a form. Although the King probably hadn't intended it that way, once someone insisted on it, a flow was created where it couldn't be denied as a fact. A trivial conversation had taken place in the context of a reward ceremony. As a result, the King's wish for Volden's recovery had been turned into an established fact. Later, he would reconfirm that Volden was part of the kingdom, and the land was granted to the Oubeniel family in the form of being entrusted by the King. If asked whether they wanted the land, which was nominally their own, to be recovered, the answer would undoubtedly be "yes." Once the king's intention was expressed, it couldn't be overturned.

Now, no matter how much Langogne personally couldn't stand Tullius' behavior, the previous conversation couldn't be dismissed anymore. If the king instructed him to restore his land, as a centralist, Langogne had an obligation to act for the recovery of Volden. Even if it was an exaggeration, staying silent while knowing about the measures that would contribute to the reconstruction would make things worse. At the very least, he had an obligation to present his ideas to his factional colleagues.

After all, the centralists were a faction that pursued various policies to control the regions, ostensibly to support the King's rule. If he were to act contrary to the King's command at this point, it would undermine the very justification of the faction itself.

Still, if he remained silent, he could pretend as if the consultation hadn't happened. But...

"However, this is a tremendous task, isn't it? To achieve recovery in five years, Count Oubeniel will have to spend a considerable sum of money, won't he?"

"Shikashi, kore wa dai shigoto desu naa. Go-nen de fukkou to naru to, ōbuniru-hakushaku mo soutou ni mizeni o hakidasaneba maniaimasumai"

At that moment, Count Chambery started speaking.

The greedy bat, enticed by desires, seemed very interested in the various projects related to Volden's recovery. Naturally, it was to exploit these endeavors for his own benefit, making it his prey. And, as a matter of common sense, prey tasted better when well-nourished. If there was a way to fatten up Volden without using his own purse, there was no reason not to take that path. If Langogne wouldn't propose it, then Chambery himself would suggest it as if it were his own idea and see it through to fruition.

Frustration swelled within Langogne. This irrational behavior crushed his composure and tarnished his appearance during the ceremony, making him feel embarrassed. He was now forced to support this madman, fearing that until he eradicated the decentralists, he had no choice but to make use of him.

While Langogne gritted his teeth, the voice of Prime Minister, Duke Rochebourg came into play.

"However, Count Oubeniel, this kind of matter is merely an exception. If there is another opportunity, we expect you to behave in accordance with common sense. ...You understand what I am saying, don't you?"

"Shikashi, Oobuniru-hakushaku. Kono you na go-sata wa akumade tokurei da. Tsugi no kikai ga areba, sono toki wa joushiki ni nottotta furumai o kitai suru. ...Watashi ga nani o itte iru ka wa, rikai dekiru ne?"

"Yes! I apologize for expressing presumptuous desires and causing a disturbance, Your Excellency."

"Ha-ha! Sashidemagashii nozomi o nobe, shinkin o sawagase matsuri, makoto ni moushiwake gozaimasen."

"Very well then. Show your gratitude to His Majesty for his mercy and benevolence."

"Yoroshii. Dewa, Heika no o-jihi to go-ondoku ni kansha o shitamae."

Truly, both of them were men who were only good at saying things with their mouths.

However, this troublesome celebration and award ceremony will finally come to an end. After this, the King will dismiss that shameless person, the Prime Minister will give the closing address, and then the King will leave as they bid him farewell. All that remains was for Langogne to go home quickly and rest. He wanted to pour whiskey and drown his weariness in alcohol, then just fall asleep. He was mentally exhausted, and today, he had no intention of spending time with a woman.

..No, not just tonight, but perhaps he should avoid women for a while. When he visited Lavallee before he died, Langogne had accused him of having a secret meeting with a nun from Omnia, but it indirectly hinted his own scandalous affairs. Moreover, he have already acknowledged in his will that renewal would be required. Although the true cause of the old man's collapse should have been a major issue, no one mentioned it for this reason. If someone were to ignite that topic carelessly, it could lead to collateral damage on their side as well.

While his heartburn was triggered again by the unpleasant memories he inadvertently recalled, Langogne desperately wished for the event to end quickly.

However,

"...Up to this point, this is the reward to honor your military achievements."

"...Koko made ga, kiden no senkou ni mukuiru houbidearu."

"Huh?"

"Ha?"

There was no sign that Charles VIII intended to dismiss Tullius, and instead, Duke Rochebourg seemed to be trying to say something to him, trying to hold him back.

The venue buzzed once again. Having already rewarded the recipient, they were now going to say something else. It was an unprecedented action in the history of ceremonies.

It was unlikely that they were going to punish him for any misconduct after giving him the reward for his achievements. Everyone hoped that it wouldn't turn out that way. Tullius had just been tasked with the duty of "striving diligently for the recovery of Volden." If that duty were to be nullified immediately afterward, it would undermine the authority of the king.

So, what would come next? The attendees watched with bated breath, curious about what would unfold.

"Next, as a reward for your humility, you will be granted another gift."

"Tsuzuite, kiden no sono kenkyo-sa o shou shite houbi o watasou."

"Uhm... Prime Minister? I can't quite follow what you mean..."

"Sono... saishou kakka? Hanashi ga yomenai ndesukeredo...?'

Even that shameless man seemed puzzled by the turn of events. His fake smile was strained.

The confusion extended to the nobles, including Langogne, who were witnessing this. A reward for humility? Such a thing was unheard of, especially when bestowed upon a vassal.

However, the Prime Minister continued without hesitation.

"The previous exchange was a test to assess your qualities. Now, once you have proven yourself worthy to receive what is to be granted, we shall proceed with that."

"Ima made no mondou wa, kiden no shishitsu o miru tame no tameshi. Kore yori kashi sareru mono o uketoru shikakuga aru ya hi ya, sore o tashikameru tame ni na."

"I, no, this humble vassal is already grateful for the exemption from taxes..."

"Boku, ie, shin to shite wa menzei no gosata o itadaketa dakede juubun na nodesuga..."

"By the way! ...Have you realized it?"

"Tokorode! ...Kiden wa kizuite oru ka na?"

No one knew whether he heard about Tullius' hidden skills or not. The Duke of Rochebourg, uncharacteristically amused, crossed in front of him.

"Our kingdom and the St. Gallen Federation have achieved peace thanks to your efforts. In the peace treaty, some of that country's territories were ceded and most of them were given as rewards, but there is one piece of land that has not been given as a reward to anyone yet."

"Wagakuni to zankutogaren renpou oukoku wa, kiden no doryoku mo atte konotabi waboku to ainatta. Kouwa ni saishite wa ano kuni no ryoudo mo katsujou sa re, sono ooku wa onshou to shite kudasa reta nodearuga ―― aru tochi wa, mada darenimo onshou to shite ataete oran dearou?"

"That is... considered to be His Majesty's demesne, isn't it? It seems to be a difficult territory to handle, after all."

"Sore wa…… heika no tenryou to sa reru node wa? Nanise, atsukai ga muzukashii tochi to miemasu node."

"Exactly! It is indeed a troublesome land there. Therefore, one plan was to leave it as His Majesty's demesne rather than entrusting it to nobles. Initially, that was the idea. However..."

"Sou tomo, sou tomo! Jitsuni komatta tochidearu naa, asoko wa. Sore yue, kizoku ni makasezu tenryou to suru no mo ikkei. Tousho wa sou kangaete otta noda. Daga na..."

The Prime Minister's voice continued to chirp in a lively manner.

Has this man ever been so carried away like this before?

Langogne retraced his memories... and then he remembered. He understood.

"Recently, a letter arrived from a certain noble. In the letter, they made a proposal regarding the handling of the land ceded in the peace treaty."

"Senjitsu, aru kizoku kara tegami ga todoite na. Kouwa jouyaku de katsujou sa reta tochi no atsukai de nayande iru nonaraba, to shomen de kensaku ga atta noda yo."

This country's prime minister was nothing more than a puppet controlled by a mastermind behind the scenes. If he was confidently dancing around like this...

"That person had written these in the letter... 'That young man possesses both wisdom and courage, he knows how to show compassion to the people and yet remains humble and content. Why not entrust that place to him? If you have any concerns, let me offer you a prophecy to ease them――"

"Sono o-kata wa, kou tegami ni shitatamete ita... 'Ano wakamono wa chiyuu ni hiide, tami o itsukushimu koto o shiri, soredeite taru koto o shiru kenkyona hitogara no mochinushida. Asoko wa isso, kare ni makasete mite wa dou ka? Fuan ni omounara sore o yawarageru tame ni, washi ga hitotsu yogen o shite sashiageyou――"

"Wai- I-is it..."

"Cho- ma, masaka..."

"――He will decline the reward and, in exchange, request a tax exemption for the war-torn territory. As proof that it does not stem from greed, the duration will probably short. The period requested will likely be five to seven years, as he is confident that he can rebuild his domain within that time frame. With such a person, there should be no problems, right?"

"――kare wa onshou o kotowari, hikikae ni sensai ni mimawa reta ryouchi e no menzei o motomeru hazu da. Sore ga yokushin kara deta monode wanai shouko ni, sono kikan wa mijikaku narudarou. Osorakuha go-nen kara nana-nen. Soredake no kikan de ji ryou o tatenaoseru jishin ga aru noda. Sonna ningen naraba, mondai wanakaroute' ...to ne?"

Then, behind him, there must be strings pulling the puppet. Duke of Rochebourg wore a wide grin, an inappropriate, cheerful smile for such a solemn ceremony. It was a twisted smile, looking down on the trapped opponent.

"Your Majesty, please bestow upon him the reward as agreed!"

"Heika... douzo torikime-doori no houbi o, kono mono ni!"

"I-I know! O Tullius Shernan Oubeniel! Y-your intelligence and bravery displayed in battle, your confidence in governing your territory, a-and your selfless loyalty and love for the people that you have shown earlier, have all been recognized――"

"Wa, wakatte oru! ……Na, nanji! Turiusu shurūnan ōbuniru yo! Ga, gassen ni saishite miseta chiyuu, ryouchi o shihai suru tame no sei e no jishin, so, soshite ima miseta, mu, muyokunaru chuushin to ai-min no jou o hyoushi――"

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"――Furthermore, I acknowledge the recommendation in accordance with the late former Marquis George Henry Lavallee's testament! Y-you shall be granted the honor of receiving Elpis Roanne province as your fief, and be appointed their governor, by royal decree!"

"――Mata imahanaki sendai Ravare-kou Joruju Anri no yuigon ni yoru suikyo o shitou to mitome! Na, nanji ga saiyuu ni, e, Erupisu-roānu ryoushuu o kazou shi, sono taishu to naru eiyo o, cho, cho cho, choku ni yori ataeru!"

The Throne Room fell into silence, filled only with the sound of King Charles VIII gasping for breath after his long speech.

Elpis Roanne. The disputed land between the two nations, the St. Gallen Federation and their own kingdom. A name that held a deep historical significance, lost during the war fifty years ago and now regained through the recent campaign's peace negotiations.

And now... they are to grant it to Tullius? According to Marquis Lavallee's testament? But weren't they supposed to be in opposition? Why? How?

Numerous questions swirled in the minds of those present. Not only Langogne, but all the nobles in the audience must have been equally puzzled.

Amidst this confusion, Tullius spoke with a stern voice.

"...However, to hold the governorship of three provinces with the title of a count would have too much burden."

"...Shikashi, san-shuu no taishu ni hakushaku to wa, ni ga kachi sugimashou."

"O-of course! Y-your rank will be elevated even further! You shall become a Marquis! From this day forth, House Oubeniel shall be raised to the rank of a Marquisate!"

"Mu, muron! Sha, shakui mo kai o, su, susumeru koto to naru! Koushakuda! Kyo, kyou yori nanji ga ōbuniru-ke wa, koushaku-ke ni ressuru!"

(What!?)

(Baka na!?)

Upon the King's words, the assembled nobles forgot the solemnity of the ceremony and became agitated. Although Langogne managed to restrain himself, those around him were exchanging glances and words eagerly.

"The House of Oubeniel... becoming a Marquis?"

"Ōbuniru-ke ga... koushaku ni noboru?"

"A newcomer to the ranks of the nobility, appearing in the kingdom's history halfway through?"

"Oukoku-shi mo hanbun o sugite kara kizoku ni retsu sa reta, shinzan ga ka?"

"No, to begin with, ――the previous generation has gone mad, and the current one is like that..."

"Iya, somosomo ――sendai wa kyou shite, toudai wa are de aru zo..."

Naturally, there was not a single favorable opinion among them. The few Tullius' supporters, including Margrave Doldran, were also taken aback by the sudden turn of events. Some of them approached to inquire about what was happening. Langogne shared the same thoughts.

(That lunatic... the House of Oubeniel... a disgraceful lineage... surpassing me in rank?)

(Ano kyoujin gotoki ga... ōbuniru-ke ga... haji sarashi no kakei ga... watashi o shakui de nuite ikudato?)

The House of Langogne had contributed to the court for generations, dedicating their unwavering loyalty since the kingdom's founding. Why should they be limited to the title of Count while the House Oubeniel, with a history of merely two hundred years, could occupy the position of Marquis?

The previous generations of the Oubeniel family were known for their extravagant and inappropriate behavior, earning mockery from the social circles. The previous head of the family went mad and was sent to a monastery, and the current one was nothing more than a "slave-killer" before his eyes. How could such a lineage be ranked higher than Langogne, higher than their ancestors from generation to generation? It was absolutely intolerable. While disregarding the earlier breach of etiquette was enough to boil his guts, this time, it felt as though blood was about to gush from his eyes and ears out of anger.

As Langogne writhed in hatred and jealousy, that man still shamelessly continued his insolent behavior.

"Your Majesty... I have only recently been granted the title of Count this autumn. Moreover, I have been occupied with many duties, and that is why I couldn't come to express my gratitude earlier. To bestow the title of Marquis without a suitable interval seems a bit..."

"Heika... shin wa kono aki ni hakushakui o tamawatta bakari. Sono ue, tabou yueni orei o moushiage ni sanjou suru mae demo atta midesu. Sore o ma o okazu ni koushaku-i to wa, isasaka――"

"It is a royal decree! A royal decree! A royal decree!... O-objection shall not be tolerated! It is the King's decree! You shall remain silent and gladly accept it!"

"Choku dearu! Choku dearu! Choku dearu! ...I, iron wa yurusanu. Ou no choku na noda! Kisama wa damatte, yo, yorokonde uketorei!"

"Yes, indeed. As His Majesty says. Excessive humility can sound sarcastic. Henceforth, you shall be more mindful of your words... Is that right, Marquis Oubeniel?"

"Hai. Mattaku motte heika no ossharutoori ni... Kenkyo wa bitokudearuga, sugireba iyami ni kikoeru mono. Kongo wa iyoiyo motte o kotoba ni wa ki o tsuke rare yo... Naa, ōbuniru-kou?"

"――Yes. I have gratefully received your words. It is an honor that strengthens my resolve for the great responsibility bestowed upon me... I shall never forget this favor throughout my life."

"――Ha-ha. Gyokuon, shika to tamawarimashite gozaimasu. Tainin ni mi ga hikishimaru omoidesu... Kono go-on, shuusei wasureru koto wanaideshou."

As Tullius knelt before the throne, Langogne stared at his back with an intense loathing.

――You betrayed me.

――You deceived me.

――You colluded with Lavallee and kept it all hidden from me.

He convinced himself firmly through this whole sequence of events. Tullius' humble attitude and his attempts to decline seemed like nothing more than a defensive facade.

Lavallee's recommendation and the test to assess his qualities were all nothing but a web of lies. There was no way to predict such an outrageous situation from the beginning. It was all carefully orchestrated, with everything fitting perfectly, as if performing a monkey show before the throne. The true purpose was to pass the baton of the centralist leader, Lavallee, to Tullius.

(Damn you, Lavallee... Oubeniel...!!)

(Yatte kureru na, Ravaree... Oobuniruu...!!)

Why did Tullius, who had been in opposition to the centralists, responded to his proposal with a friendly approach? To take control of the faction from within. And the fact that Lavallee supported him like this meant that the previous conflicts were likely a charade. Probably, Tullius planned to eliminate people like him within the faction and temporarily take the centralist leadership position. Then, after some time has passed, he will hand over that position to Lavallee's grandchild.

The heir who succeeded Marquis Lavallee after his death was still young and weak. Tullius was being used as an intermediary until the heir comes of age. The cooperation's reward was the additional territory and the title of Marquis. That should be more than enough. If, by any chance, Tullius betrayed the plan, he will be exposed as someone who plotted to gain these rewards from the King. While Tullius was still alive, Marquis Lavallee was dead. If the plot was revealed, only the living one will be unilaterally judged and suffer the consequences.

That's how he secured his position as the successor. It's just like something Lavallee would do. That old man was a schemer until the end. And Tullius played into it, gaining significant additional territory and an excessive title. The interim position was taken by the Rochebourg family. They were close to Lavallee and he had also sent his biological son to serve under Tullius...

Throughout these inexplicable events, Langogne was certain that this was the underlying scheme.

"S-step back!"

"Sa, sagarei!"

"Yes..."

"Ha..."

With a turn of his heels, Tullius returned to his place in the line. Every eye in the throne room followed his movements, filled with perplexity, hatred, jealousy, and contempt. The emotions directed towards him lacked any trace of positivity.

Despite the overwhelming negativity aimed at him, Tullius, the newly appointed Marquis Oubeniel, maintained a stoic expression, his lips drawn tight like a mask. Many of the nobles saw this as further evidence of his audacious rise and deepened their disdain.

With this unwelcomed birthright, the ceremony came to a close.

Yes, he received no blessings from anyone.

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To be continued~

TL Note:

Huwaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh another long chapter....... Hell, it took longer than I thought, maybe cuz I'm quite busy with real life stuff lately. I'm sleepy, it's now 23.59 and tomorrow I have school so I'm gonna go sleep right now.

Btw translating the King's stuttering was really troublesome.

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