Chapter 361: ððšð¬ð-ð¬ððšð«ð² (5)
Johann wondered if he was already drunk, but on closer inspection, the attendant had indeed taken his cup.
âAh, damn. . .â
While looking at the attendant, he accidentally dropped the knife. Johann called another attendant.
âClean this up.â
â. . .â
Johann began to get a slight headache as he watched the other attendant carefully wrap the knife in a cloth and take it away.
âIs this some kind of local custom?â
The feudal lord, who was drunk enough to wrestle with the king, turned his head at Johannâs call.
âWhat do you mean. . . Oh, itâs nothing.â
â. . .You sure about that?ââWell, donât people want to possess something that belongs to someone sacred?â
It was a chaotic and difficult time. Everyone needed something they could rely on.
For Johann, it was the relic.
Something possessed by someone who performed a sacred miracle.
If you had one of those relics, you would be spared from misfortune and disaster, evil spirits and ghosts would run away, and even violent demons would not dare to approach. . .
âSuperstition.â
âSuperstition? But still. . .â
âItâs superstition.â
Despite Johannâs firm answer, the feudal lord was not easily persuaded. There was a relic that had been passed down through their family, and every time someone was hit with it, they repented their sins and became good people.
â. . .ðð¯ðºð°ð¯ðŠ ðžð°ð¶ðð¥ ð¢ð€ðµ ðšð°ð°ð¥ ðªð§ ðµð©ðŠðº ðžðŠð³ðŠ ðžð©ðªð±ð±ðŠð¥. . .â
âIn any case, if Your Highness is offended, I will give those bastards a stern scolding.â
The feudal lord groped for his sword with his drunken eyes. Johann, who had predicted what he was going to do, hurriedly stopped him.
âDonât do that. Iâm not offended.â
âNo. . . No. Uurp. I have to set an example. . .â
Johann grabbed the feudal lordâs wrist tightly. The power seemed to blow away the lordâs drunkenness. The feudal lord shook his head repeatedly and shouted urgently.
âI wonât do it!â
âFine.â
Johann let go of the feudal lord and enjoyed the rest of the meal. To be honest, the food was delicious. Originally, places connected to ports tended to have an abundance of food, and the feudal lord spared no expense in trying to treat the heroes.
There were roasted dishes of pigs, calves, roosters, and geese, fried dishes, fresh eggs and cheese, pigeons and woodcocks caught by hunters, roast lapwings, jellies made with sauces and spices, stews boiled with seafood and vegetables, freshly baked tarts and pies with soft and fragrant aromas, and so on.
And the most delicious spice of all was the sense of relief that he had returned safely. The sense of relief that came from returning to familiar scenery after a long journey was a spice that could not be compared to anything else.
âYour Highness, wipe your mouth with this.â
âThank you. . . Wait, whatâs this pattern?â
Johann stopped wiping his mouth with the cloth the feudal lord had offered him. It was not an ordinary cloth, but a fairly good cloth with a pattern embroidered on it.
The lord said with an embarrassed expression.
âItâs my familyâs flag. Iâll cherish it as a relic.â
â. . . . . .â
He had thought that he didnât care about what the attendants were doing since he didnât seem interested, but it turned out he had been aiming for this from the beginning.
ðžðžðžðžðžðž
âHis Highness is coming!!â
âWowwwwww!â
âGet out of the way! Hey! I said get out of the way!â
âAre these people crazy!?â
Johannâs men looked at their master with bewildered expressions. The people who had gathered after hearing the rumors were unexpectedly strong.
Normally, well-armed mercenaries would cause people to run away just by glaring at them, but these people were so ferocious that they ran without blinking an eye, trying to touch even the hem of the dukeâs cloak.
Even the Sultanâs elite forces were not this brave. . .
âEverybody, step aside!â
Johann said forcefully. At his words, the people who had been rushing in like crazy parted to the sides. The men, who had been pushing people away with difficulty until just now, looked at the people as if they were dumbfounded.
âðð©ðŠ ð£ð¢ðŽðµð¢ð³ð¥ðŽ ðžð©ð° ðªðšð¯ð°ð³ðŠð¥ ð¶ðŽ. . .â
âðð° ðºð°ð¶ ðžð¢ð¯ðµ ðµð° ðŽðŠðŠ ðªð§ ðµð©ðŠ ð£ðð¢ð¥ðŠ ð°ð§ ð®ðº ðŽðžð°ð³ð¥ ðªðŽ ðŽð©ð¢ð³ð±?â
âIâve heard the story of the miracle where His Highness the Duke returned from the dead! Iâm so glad to see you!â
âYour Highness! You froze the river and trampled the pagans. . .â
âThings are getting crazy. Theyâre getting crazy.â
Suetlg, who was following behind, shook his head. There seemed to be more people gathered than at a jousting tournament or festival.
At first, he was a little worried. Even if they were unarmed, if there were this many people, it could be powerful in itself. If someone started running towards the duke, even just to get his shoe, it could turn into a disaster.
However, Johann did not panic at all and swayed the gathered people.
Having gone through much more unfavorable situations than this several times, he had grown to the point where he did not even care about this much commotion.
âð ð§ðŠðŠð ð¬ðªð¯ð¥ ð°ð§ ð±ð³ð°ð¶ð¥ ð§ð°ð³ ð¯ð° ð³ðŠð¢ðŽð°ð¯.â
âI suggested it, but I didnât think theyâd actually accept it. . .â
âIt wasnât a bad suggestion.â
Suetlg replied in agreement to Caenernaâs words.
Now that they had come all the way to the port, Caenerna suggested that they tour the empire. Rather than a simple stroll, it was closer to a triumphal procession led by an army of elite soldiers and pilgrims.
Normally, the thick-headed lords of the empire would never accept such a thing, but now they had an excuse that no one could refuse. After all, they had just returned from the expedition to the Holy Land.
With this as an excuse, no lord could grumble about touring the empire. Even if they didnât like it, they would have to prepare to treat them lavishly.
âWhether they like it or not, the number of lords who have useless thoughts will decrease. Originally, there are many people who donât know unless they see it in person, right?â
âThatâs true. . .â
Caenerna deeply sympathized.
If they had returned from smashing the Sultanâs army in the distance and returned triumphantly, they should have accepted it by thinking, âðð°ðž, ðµð©ðŠ ð¥ð¶ð¬ðŠ ðªðŽ ðªð¯ð©ð¶ð®ð¢ð¯ððº ðŽðµð³ð°ð¯ðš! ð ðŽð©ð°ð¶ðð¥ ð£ðŠ ð€ð¢ð³ðŠð§ð¶ð ð¢ð£ð°ð¶ðµ ð®ðº ð¢ð€ðµðªð°ð¯ðŽ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð¯ð°ðµ ð£ðŠ ð±ð³ðŠðŽð¶ð®ð±ðµð¶ð°ð¶ðŽ ðªð¯ ðµð©ðŠ ð§ð¶ðµð¶ð³ðŠ.â However, there were some who thought, âðð©, ðµð©ð¢ðµâðŽ ð«ð¶ðŽðµ ð³ðªð¥ðªð€ð¶ðð°ð¶ðŽ ð¯ð°ð¯ðŽðŠð¯ðŽðŠ! ðâðð ð¥ð° ðžð©ð¢ðµðŠð·ðŠð³ ð ðžð¢ð¯ðµ.â
Such fools would naturally come out like maggots in spoiled food, so there was no way to stop them.
âIf we let them have useless thoughts, it will only bother each other, so itâs not a bad idea to prevent them from having other thoughts like this.â
âNobles are. . .â
âTheyâre foolish.â
The two wizards shook their heads as if they were pathetic. Caenerna suddenly thought of something and asked.
âWait, isnât the Abner familyâs fiefdom just a little further up?â
âOops. . . We have to be careful.â
âThe fire of passion is more dangerous than the fire of magic.â
âHmm.â
The two wizards were still worried that Ulrike might kill her spouse in a fit of jealousy. If Ulrike herself had known, it would have been an absurd thought enough to make her challenge the two wizards to a duel, but their thoughts did not waver.
ðžðžðžðžðžðž
âThe duke is coming from the west?â
âDid the knight hear a false rumor?â
News of the expedition was constantly coming into Countess Abnerâs court as well. It was natural since Ulrike had led an army into battle.
So the news that suddenly came from the west was bewildering.
Why suddenly from the west, not the east or the south?
âHe might have drifted west because he ran into trouble on his way back.â
âI see. Anyone can do that if they are unlucky enough to encounter a storm.â
âIn any case, why is he in the empire instead of his own fiefdom now that heâs returned?â
A young knight wondered. Countess Abner smiled wryly at his appearance. He lacked judgment because he was still young and inexperienced.
âItâs foolish for those who recover the Holy Land to just let that opportunity slip away. Heâs obviously trying to show the nobles of the empire that they shouldnât have frivolous thoughts. He probably drifted the ship on purpose.â
âIndeed. . .!â
The countessâs vassals were impressed by the veteran countessâ analysis. Indeed, it seemed more likely that he used that as an excuse rather than getting caught up in a storm that wouldnât happen so often.
He had already known since the empireâs civil war that the young duke was not an easy person. He was definitely not a simple knight like the elf king.
âWhat should we do?â
âYes, what should we do?â
The vassals tensed up at the countessâs question. Countess Abner always tested her vassals with such questions. Vassals who gave the right answer here were highly regarded, while vassals who gave the wrong answer were poorly regarded.
The knight who had spoken earlier opened his mouth.
âAlthough His Highness the Duke has achieved great things, leading an army and marching through someone elseâs fiefdom is an act of rudeness that goes against custom. Therefore, we must wield both the whip and the carrot at the same time. We should treat him according to custom, but there is no need for the countess to move until the duke himself comes to this castle, right?â
Several vassals nodded at the knightâs answer, which showed his pride as a knight. Restoring the Holy Land was a very happy and thrilling event for a monotheist, but pride was another thing. .
âThatâs a good idea. Do you think so too, Your Excellency?â
âYes, I actually thought so too.â
âYour Excellency?â
âYes. . .â
An old vassal sighed inwardly. He was just following the countessâs lead because he was young.
âPrepare my carriage. Iâll go out and welcome him myself. Tell the pages to get ready quickly too.â
âYes!â
â. . . . . .â
â. . . . . .â
The knights who had just spoken at the countessâs words looked bewildered. They had faces that could not accept the situation.
The old vassal said, as if to comfort them.
âYouâve been fooled.â
âAh. . . No. Did I say something wrong?â
âThereâs some truth to that plan. But think about it. The nobles of the empire will treat the duke as they please, but which one would you like? The duke is also a human being. You may have pride, but when there is something more expensive than that, you should know how to yield.â
The knights were enlightened by his words. Then they nodded.
âWe didnât know!â
âYes. Do you understand now? What are you going to do?â
âI will ask His Highness the Duke for a chance to fight with a sword. I will show you my pride as a knight.â
â. . .Let me explain it to you again from the beginning. So. . .â
ðžðžðžðžðžðž
Ulrikeâs mood was not bad. First of all, the fact that she had entered her fiefdom was a high score.
As a noble, it was always a pleasure to entertain guests. As a master, she felt powerful, and as a monotheist, she was doing charity work.
It wasnât a hobby of the nobles for nothing. The nobles did not invite people and hold banquets every time they were bored.
âThere are a lot of forests and mountains, and the weather is chilly. . . Itâs not like the kingdom though.â
â. . . . . .â
Of course, things were different when an annoying guest was in between. Ulrike was still annoyed that the elf king was in the procession.
he would say, âððŽð¯âðµ ð°ð¶ð³ ð¬ðªð¯ðšð¥ð°ð® ð¢ ððªðµðµððŠ ð®ð°ð³ðŠ ð£ðŠð¢ð¶ðµðªð§ð¶ð ðµð©ð¢ð¯ ðµð©ðªðŽ?â and every time, âðð©ðŠð¯ ð³ðŠðµð¶ð³ð¯ ðµð° ðµð©ðŠ ð¬ðªð¯ðšð¥ð°ð®â came up to her throat.
And whenever that happened, the two wizards chattered behind her.
âðð§ð ðð« ð¢ð¬ ðð¥ðð³ð¢ð§ð ð¢ð§ ð¡ðð« ðð²ðð¬.
âð ððð§ð ðð«ðšð®ð¬ ð¬ð¢ð ð§ðð¥. . .
âI should meet Countess Abner once. Would it be better to enter the castle?â
âProbably.â
Ulrike did not have high expectations.
Countess Abner probably wonât run out to meet you, but she will probably be very happy (perhaps just pretending) if you visit her while sheâs in the castle, and will give you a warm welcome.
If she had turned him away, she would have been a crazy b*stard. . .
âBut wouldnât she come to welcome you now that youâve returned from the expedition?â
Johan already knew that the blood relations of the nobles were dry and cold, but there was still some lingering affection.
And an expedition to the Holy Land was an exceptional event. One couldnât help but be happy if oneâs own flesh and blood participated in such an event and returned successfully.
âThe countess is definitely not the kind of person who would do that.â
Ulrike said firmly. She knew the countess better than Johan.
âI see.â
âIf the countess comes out to greet me, I swear by. . .â
âIâm curious about what comes after that, but since youâre in a position to be treated well, Iâll tell you in advance. Thereâs the countessâs flag in front.â
As much as he had been blessed, Johan was the first to see the flag. Ulrike did not understand what he was talking about at first, and when she realized it belatedly, she was shocked.
âThis is a trap!â
â. . .No. I donât think so.â
,Johann wondered if he was already drunk, but on closer inspection, the attendant had indeed taken his cup.
âAh, damn. . .â
While looking at the attendant, he accidentally dropped the knife. Johann called another attendant.
âClean this up.â
â. . .â
Johann began to get a slight headache as he watched the other attendant carefully wrap the knife in a cloth and take it away.
âIs this some kind of local custom?â
The feudal lord, who was drunk enough to wrestle with the king, turned his head at Johannâs call.
âWhat do you mean. . . Oh, itâs nothing.â
â. . .You sure about that?â
âWell, donât people want to possess something that belongs to someone sacred?â
It was a chaotic and difficult time. Everyone needed something they could rely on.
For Johann, it was the relic.
Something possessed by someone who performed a sacred miracle.
If you had one of those relics, you would be spared from misfortune and disaster, evil spirits and ghosts would run away, and even violent demons would not dare to approach. . .
âSuperstition.â
âSuperstition? But still. . .â
âItâs superstition.â
Despite Johannâs firm answer, the feudal lord was not easily persuaded. There was a relic that had been passed down through their family, and every time someone was hit with it, they repented their sins and became good people.
â. . .ðð¯ðºð°ð¯ðŠ ðžð°ð¶ðð¥ ð¢ð€ðµ ðšð°ð°ð¥ ðªð§ ðµð©ðŠðº ðžðŠð³ðŠ ðžð©ðªð±ð±ðŠð¥. . .â
âIn any case, if Your Highness is offended, I will give those bastards a stern scolding.â
The feudal lord groped for his sword with his drunken eyes. Johann, who had predicted what he was going to do, hurriedly stopped him.
âDonât do that. Iâm not offended.â
âNo. . . No. Uurp. I have to set an example. . .â
Johann grabbed the feudal lordâs wrist tightly. The power seemed to blow away the lordâs drunkenness. The feudal lord shook his head repeatedly and shouted urgently.
âI wonât do it!â
âFine.â
Johann let go of the feudal lord and enjoyed the rest of the meal. To be honest, the food was delicious. Originally, places connected to ports tended to have an abundance of food, and the feudal lord spared no expense in trying to treat the heroes.
There were roasted dishes of pigs, calves, roosters, and geese, fried dishes, fresh eggs and cheese, pigeons and woodcocks caught by hunters, roast lapwings, jellies made with sauces and spices, stews boiled with seafood and vegetables, freshly baked tarts and pies with soft and fragrant aromas, and so on.
And the most delicious spice of all was the sense of relief that he had returned safely. The sense of relief that came from returning to familiar scenery after a long journey was a spice that could not be compared to anything else.
âYour Highness, wipe your mouth with this.â
âThank you. . . Wait, whatâs this pattern?â
Johann stopped wiping his mouth with the cloth the feudal lord had offered him. It was not an ordinary cloth, but a fairly good cloth with a pattern embroidered on it.
The lord said with an embarrassed expression.
âItâs my familyâs flag. Iâll cherish it as a relic.â
â. . . . . .â
He had thought that he didnât care about what the attendants were doing since he didnât seem interested, but it turned out he had been aiming for this from the beginning.
ðžðžðžðžðžðž
âHis Highness is coming!!â
âWowwwwww!â
âGet out of the way! Hey! I said get out of the way!â
âAre these people crazy!?â
Johannâs men looked at their master with bewildered expressions. The people who had gathered after hearing the rumors were unexpectedly strong.
Normally, well-armed mercenaries would cause people to run away just by glaring at them, but these people were so ferocious that they ran without blinking an eye, trying to touch even the hem of the dukeâs cloak.
Even the Sultanâs elite forces were not this brave. . .
âEverybody, step aside!â
Johann said forcefully. At his words, the people who had been rushing in like crazy parted to the sides. The men, who had been pushing people away with difficulty until just now, looked at the people as if they were dumbfounded.
âðð©ðŠ ð£ð¢ðŽðµð¢ð³ð¥ðŽ ðžð©ð° ðªðšð¯ð°ð³ðŠð¥ ð¶ðŽ. . .â
âðð° ðºð°ð¶ ðžð¢ð¯ðµ ðµð° ðŽðŠðŠ ðªð§ ðµð©ðŠ ð£ðð¢ð¥ðŠ ð°ð§ ð®ðº ðŽðžð°ð³ð¥ ðªðŽ ðŽð©ð¢ð³ð±?â
âIâve heard the story of the miracle where His Highness the Duke returned from the dead! Iâm so glad to see you!â
âYour Highness! You froze the river and trampled the pagans. . .â
âThings are getting crazy. Theyâre getting crazy.â
Suetlg, who was following behind, shook his head. There seemed to be more people gathered than at a jousting tournament or festival.
At first, he was a little worried. Even if they were unarmed, if there were this many people, it could be powerful in itself. If someone started running towards the duke, even just to get his shoe, it could turn into a disaster.
However, Johann did not panic at all and swayed the gathered people.
Having gone through much more unfavorable situations than this several times, he had grown to the point where he did not even care about this much commotion.
âð ð§ðŠðŠð ð¬ðªð¯ð¥ ð°ð§ ð±ð³ð°ð¶ð¥ ð§ð°ð³ ð¯ð° ð³ðŠð¢ðŽð°ð¯.â
âI suggested it, but I didnât think theyâd actually accept it. . .â
âIt wasnât a bad suggestion.â
Suetlg replied in agreement to Caenernaâs words.
Now that they had come all the way to the port, Caenerna suggested that they tour the empire. Rather than a simple stroll, it was closer to a triumphal procession led by an army of elite soldiers and pilgrims.
Normally, the thick-headed lords of the empire would never accept such a thing, but now they had an excuse that no one could refuse. After all, they had just returned from the expedition to the Holy Land.
With this as an excuse, no lord could grumble about touring the empire. Even if they didnât like it, they would have to prepare to treat them lavishly.
âWhether they like it or not, the number of lords who have useless thoughts will decrease. Originally, there are many people who donât know unless they see it in person, right?â
âThatâs true. . .â
Caenerna deeply sympathized.
If they had returned from smashing the Sultanâs army in the distance and returned triumphantly, they should have accepted it by thinking, âðð°ðž, ðµð©ðŠ ð¥ð¶ð¬ðŠ ðªðŽ ðªð¯ð©ð¶ð®ð¢ð¯ððº ðŽðµð³ð°ð¯ðš! ð ðŽð©ð°ð¶ðð¥ ð£ðŠ ð€ð¢ð³ðŠð§ð¶ð ð¢ð£ð°ð¶ðµ ð®ðº ð¢ð€ðµðªð°ð¯ðŽ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð¯ð°ðµ ð£ðŠ ð±ð³ðŠðŽð¶ð®ð±ðµð¶ð°ð¶ðŽ ðªð¯ ðµð©ðŠ ð§ð¶ðµð¶ð³ðŠ.â However, there were some who thought, âðð©, ðµð©ð¢ðµâðŽ ð«ð¶ðŽðµ ð³ðªð¥ðªð€ð¶ðð°ð¶ðŽ ð¯ð°ð¯ðŽðŠð¯ðŽðŠ! ðâðð ð¥ð° ðžð©ð¢ðµðŠð·ðŠð³ ð ðžð¢ð¯ðµ.â
Such fools would naturally come out like maggots in spoiled food, so there was no way to stop them.
âIf we let them have useless thoughts, it will only bother each other, so itâs not a bad idea to prevent them from having other thoughts like this.â
âNobles are. . .â
âTheyâre foolish.â
The two wizards shook their heads as if they were pathetic. Caenerna suddenly thought of something and asked.
âWait, isnât the Abner familyâs fiefdom just a little further up?â
âOops. . . We have to be careful.â
âThe fire of passion is more dangerous than the fire of magic.â
âHmm.â
The two wizards were still worried that Ulrike might kill her spouse in a fit of jealousy. If Ulrike herself had known, it would have been an absurd thought enough to make her challenge the two wizards to a duel, but their thoughts did not waver.
ðžðžðžðžðžðž
âThe duke is coming from the west?â
âDid the knight hear a false rumor?â
News of the expedition was constantly coming into Countess Abnerâs court as well. It was natural since Ulrike had led an army into battle.
So the news that suddenly came from the west was bewildering.
Why suddenly from the west, not the east or the south?
âHe might have drifted west because he ran into trouble on his way back.â
âI see. Anyone can do that if they are unlucky enough to encounter a storm.â
âIn any case, why is he in the empire instead of his own fiefdom now that heâs returned?â
A young knight wondered. Countess Abner smiled wryly at his appearance. He lacked judgment because he was still young and inexperienced.
âItâs foolish for those who recover the Holy Land to just let that opportunity slip away. Heâs obviously trying to show the nobles of the empire that they shouldnât have frivolous thoughts. He probably drifted the ship on purpose.â
âIndeed. . .!â
The countessâs vassals were impressed by the veteran countessâ analysis. Indeed, it seemed more likely that he used that as an excuse rather than getting caught up in a storm that wouldnât happen so often.
He had already known since the empireâs civil war that the young duke was not an easy person. He was definitely not a simple knight like the elf king.
âWhat should we do?â
âYes, what should we do?â
The vassals tensed up at the countessâs question. Countess Abner always tested her vassals with such questions. Vassals who gave the right answer here were highly regarded, while vassals who gave the wrong answer were poorly regarded.
The knight who had spoken earlier opened his mouth.
âAlthough His Highness the Duke has achieved great things, leading an army and marching through someone elseâs fiefdom is an act of rudeness that goes against custom. Therefore, we must wield both the whip and the carrot at the same time. We should treat him according to custom, but there is no need for the countess to move until the duke himself comes to this castle, right?â
Several vassals nodded at the knightâs answer, which showed his pride as a knight. Restoring the Holy Land was a very happy and thrilling event for a monotheist, but pride was another thing. .
âThatâs a good idea. Do you think so too, Your Excellency?â
âYes, I actually thought so too.â
âYour Excellency?â
âYes. . .â
An old vassal sighed inwardly. He was just following the countessâs lead because he was young.
âPrepare my carriage. Iâll go out and welcome him myself. Tell the pages to get ready quickly too.â
âYes!â
â. . . . . .â
â. . . . . .â
The knights who had just spoken at the countessâs words looked bewildered. They had faces that could not accept the situation.
The old vassal said, as if to comfort them.
âYouâve been fooled.â
âAh. . . No. Did I say something wrong?â
âThereâs some truth to that plan. But think about it. The nobles of the empire will treat the duke as they please, but which one would you like? The duke is also a human being. You may have pride, but when there is something more expensive than that, you should know how to yield.â
The knights were enlightened by his words. Then they nodded.
âWe didnât know!â
âYes. Do you understand now? What are you going to do?â
âI will ask His Highness the Duke for a chance to fight with a sword. I will show you my pride as a knight.â
â. . .Let me explain it to you again from the beginning. So. . .â
ðžðžðžðžðžðž
Ulrikeâs mood was not bad. First of all, the fact that she had entered her fiefdom was a high score.
As a noble, it was always a pleasure to entertain guests. As a master, she felt powerful, and as a monotheist, she was doing charity work.
It wasnât a hobby of the nobles for nothing. The nobles did not invite people and hold banquets every time they were bored.
âThere are a lot of forests and mountains, and the weather is chilly. . . Itâs not like the kingdom though.â
â. . . . . .â
Of course, things were different when an annoying guest was in between. Ulrike was still annoyed that the elf king was in the procession.
he would say, âððŽð¯âðµ ð°ð¶ð³ ð¬ðªð¯ðšð¥ð°ð® ð¢ ððªðµðµððŠ ð®ð°ð³ðŠ ð£ðŠð¢ð¶ðµðªð§ð¶ð ðµð©ð¢ð¯ ðµð©ðªðŽ?â and every time, âðð©ðŠð¯ ð³ðŠðµð¶ð³ð¯ ðµð° ðµð©ðŠ ð¬ðªð¯ðšð¥ð°ð®â came up to her throat.
And whenever that happened, the two wizards chattered behind her.
âðð§ð ðð« ð¢ð¬ ðð¥ðð³ð¢ð§ð ð¢ð§ ð¡ðð« ðð²ðð¬.
âð ððð§ð ðð«ðšð®ð¬ ð¬ð¢ð ð§ðð¥. . .
âI should meet Countess Abner once. Would it be better to enter the castle?â
âProbably.â
Ulrike did not have high expectations.
Countess Abner probably wonât run out to meet you, but she will probably be very happy (perhaps just pretending) if you visit her while sheâs in the castle, and will give you a warm welcome.
If she had turned him away, she would have been a crazy b*stard. . .
âBut wouldnât she come to welcome you now that youâve returned from the expedition?â
Johan already knew that the blood relations of the nobles were dry and cold, but there was still some lingering affection.
And an expedition to the Holy Land was an exceptional event. One couldnât help but be happy if oneâs own flesh and blood participated in such an event and returned successfully.
âThe countess is definitely not the kind of person who would do that.â
Ulrike said firmly. She knew the countess better than Johan.
âI see.â
âIf the countess comes out to greet me, I swear by. . .â
âIâm curious about what comes after that, but since youâre in a position to be treated well, Iâll tell you in advance. Thereâs the countessâs flag in front.â
As much as he had been blessed, Johan was the first to see the flag. Ulrike did not understand what he was talking about at first, and when she realized it belatedly, she was shocked.
âThis is a trap!â
â. . .No. I donât think so.â
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