Chapter 133

just so tired

Ever since I lost Delt, I haven’t had a comfortable day for a moment. It’s as if someone intentionally put a candle to every plan.

In the carriage to the tribunal, Count Envelde da Bossa, who was overcome with deep fatigue and ruminated over the many problems to be dealt with, soon realized that he needed to correct his thoughts.

“...Coming to think of it, it’s not like that. Things have been twisted since then.”

It was already more than 7 years old, so I didn’t feel the relevance, but I had a much more dismal failure than this.

I felt this way for a while when a large slave troupe run by my aides was massacred several years ago. The worst failure that was no different from being swept away by a natural disaster. Ironically, thinking about the worst failure I’ve ever suffered in my life made me feel better.

At least this time I still had a chance.

“We will overcome this time too. As always.”

It was such a huge source of money that even the elven hunters could manage it separately. The blow was indescribable, and I couldn’t even tell who did it and for what purpose. And as it is, it has reached now without finding the culprit.

Although it is not as useful as it was then because it is reduced to a certain extent by causing problems without fail, the slave guild has been operated again and is a large enough source of funds that is incomparable to the past.

In the end, he overcame the day that seemed like an irrational natural disaster.

“Still... there is still a chance. The friendship between Ragnis and the Empire has not been confirmed.”

Marquis of Levien. If only the territory is restored, it is a position where you can have the justification and ability to lead the invasion of the demons, and a position where you can have a sufficient army.

Even if he had enough of his abilities, money and talent, an official title was what he needed the most, as he was nothing more than an ordinary count.

That’s why I secretly dispatched an investigation team to Levien, which was in ruins and fell into the clutches of the demons, to find a clue to an opportunity. sprinkled people for

Although the decisive clue came through the spy planted in the King’s faction, Envelde did not regret the time and effort she had put in.

Because it was worth it. If Delt could safely bring Ragnis and present him only as a scarecrow, everything could have been resolved more easily.

It must have been.

“Count. We have arrived.”

“...okay.”

Envelde managed to suppress the anger that almost flared up at the moment’s messed up plan, and fixed her face.

This trial would take another blow, but it was better than having Ragnis become a bridgehead with the Empire and become real, out of the vanity of a margrave he could no longer touch. He is not particularly regretful of throwing away cards to be used in a trial in which defeat is obvious. Rather, it is close to being used much more usefully than the original value of the discard.

Envelde, who had finished controlling her emotions, knocked on the door, and the attendant opened the carriage door.

In front of the courthouse, where many people had already gathered, there was no fuss. Among them, there were those who recognized him and rushed forward, and there were those who shed their eyes unwelcomely, but the only thing Envelde was interested in today was Ragnis.

“What is the royal family’s response?”

“Stories have come and gone throughout the night, but the specific story has not leaked out.”

“hmm.”

It wasn’t difficult to find Ragnis while talking with the attendant. It wasn’t common to see aristocrats with that blazing red hair.

However, Envelde was able to easily find Ragnis because of another existence.

“Is that Eldmia Ega?”

A middle-aged middle-aged man with long hair up to his neck and a handsome beard.

That was the first impression of Count Bossa. I don’t know why it’s so fine when there are villains like it was in Pavaera.

“It fell from a pretty high place, so I don’t know if you had too much trouble finding it. Maybe the head flew somewhere else. Considering the height, even if it fell nearby, it doesn’t even seem to have remained.”

“You bastard...this...!”

It’s nice to see her grit her teeth and hold on as her face, which had been mild and indifferent until now, was about to distort in an instant. Was that anger due to a plan setback, or was it because of the death of a subordinate named Delt, whom even Duke Lesrom coveted?

I don’t know why, but this is a very pleasant meeting.

“Do you take care of your facial expressions? I think you’re a dick too, aren’t you laughing like this?

It’s still too early for you to cry and wrinkle your face. Why are you already doing that? He told me calmly as if nothing had happened and even smiled broadly as an example, but Count Bossa couldn’t even show a smile.

“You still have a lot to lose, but if it’s just one delt, it’s useless.”

“How far... do you know?”

“I’m not an idiot, so why am I telling you that? Maybe I’ll estimate what I lost later and send it to you. I’ll check that much and mark what I did.”

When I asked why he couldn’t leave Ragnis alone, he said he was a family.

If it was before the coming-of-age ceremony, it could be said that she would have used her position to suit her taste in the name of being Ragnis’ agent, but why would she touch it now? Just as I was about to ask the question outright, Count Bossa suddenly shook his head and burst into laughter.

“...quick-quick-quick.”

Smile? They say that if you smile when you’re having a hard time, you’re first-rate, but I can’t tell if this guy is first-rate or not.

“You have great guts. Not to mention your skills.”

“I think you’ve gone a little crazy right now? I told you to laugh, but I didn’t know you would really laugh.”

“I don’t waste talent. How about it? Would you like to follow me right now?”

The business smile disappeared at the guy’s serious proposal, and a real laugh burst out without my knowledge. Didn’t this man also read too many novels?

I’ve seen a lot of movies, so I decided to answer with movies.

“Ah, how does a wolf cub get under a dog?”

Count Bossa’s face, which had been feigning laughter, stiffened slightly.

“...No money, no power. It would be better for you to follow me than Ragnis? Are you the type of person who wastes your life on honor like the King’s idiots?”

“No matter how much you laugh and say softly, you’re straightforward with your choice of words. By the way? I’m not interested in those things. The important thing is... the message.”

“message?”

“The message that you must never touch Eldmia Ega.”

Having touched all of the human nature, you think it will be useful now, so you want to embrace it?

“You’ve already made an irreversible choice, and it was just a wrong choice. All that remains is your downfall.”

I performed the third pan-dimensional gesture towards Count Bossa. There is no gesture like this that is simple yet clearly connotes the meaning of insult.

His expression contorted again as he looked at the middle finger standing alone between my extended fists.