Chapter 41

Chapter 41

The soldiers outside the main gate still held their swords, maintaining a defensive stance, waiting for the command from inside.

The atmosphere between the two opposing forces was stark. On one side were those barely standing with trembling hands and feet, and on the other, the Cheonrye tribe, casually chewing on mulberry leaves, waiting leisurely.

Creak

The gate soon opened. They parted on either side, allowing entrance to the strangers.

Only Ian and the Chieftain may enter!

Enter?

Thats some good f***ing language youve got.

The soldier belonged to the central army of Bariel, and they were considered barbarians of the frontier. His attitude and words were expected, but a warrior provocatively mocked and picked a quarrel with him.

Other warriors joined in, laughing and creating a collaborative atmosphere. It was an overwhelmingly rough display, but this time Ian didnt stop them.

Allow the escort to come in.

That cannot be done.

Are you the commander, the general?

An order has already come from above.

You may want to ask again. Your lords mind might change, as ours might.

Ians calm words turned the soldiers face pale. Though they had no intention to oppose, his tone implied that things might turn bad if provoked.

The central army had already suffered substantial loss in the battle with Dergha, so they had to avoid further conflict at all costs.

Moreover, their opponent was the warlike barbarian Cheonrye, threatening Bratz. Who knows what the future might hold, but for now, pushing down this mansion seemed a simple task.

Ian turned to Kakantir and suggested,

Lord Kakantir. Sir Nersarn, Soo and I, the four of us should go in.

I am here! Ian, I am here too! You see Beric here?

Fine. Do as the gentleman wishes.

Come on. Hurry and ask again.

IAAAAN! Are you deaf?

Beric clung to him like a pack mule, wriggling and begging to be taken along, but the decision was made.

Under Ians pressure, the soldier went back inside and soon returned with satisfying news.

Please come in.

Well be back. Everyone, wait here.

Yes. Kakan!N♡vεlB¡n: Where Every Word Sparks Wonder.

*Creak.*

The gate closed slowly. Returning to the Bratz mansion after a couple of months, it had changed significantly from Ians memory. The once serene and refreshing aura was gone, replaced by a heavy sense of defeat.

In the distance, an outbuilding seemed charred as if burned entirely. Ian looked at the shapeless objects piled beside it. What could those things be?

Are you Ian Bratz?

Then, a woman, escorted by subordinates, walked out from the main building.

Judging by her attire, she was the head of the investigation team. Her pink hair was tied in one place, and her body was wrapped with bandages everywhere. It looked like there had been fierce fighting within the mansion too. She grinned, holding a cigarette.

Ah. Since you are not yet a subject, I should just call you Ian. Ive heard from Sir Molrin. Im the commander, Erica.

Are you Sir Molrins subordinate?

Uh?

Crack

Aaaaah!

He twisted a mans wrist with just one hand. Not stopping there, Kakantir grabbed the fellows hair and slammed his head down on the table. The ash from Ericas discarded cigarette stuck to the mans face.

Thud! Thump! Thud!

Once, twice, three times.

Thick blood spurted with each heavy blow, and soon the carpet beneath the table became soaked. Erica, who had stumbled back, screamed in rage.

Are you mad? Im an envoy of the Imperial Palace! This is an insult to the Imperial Palace!

Insulting? It might be wise to speak properly. Its an honor and mercy in itself to be alive after facing my hand.

It didnt seem wrong. In his rise to the chieftains position, Kakantir had not experienced a single defeat, and all those who faced him had met death.

Ericas eyes looked like they would roll back any moment. She glared at Ian and warned,

Do you want to be beheaded with your father? Everyone knows that Derghas blood flows in you! If I kill you, no one can blame me!

As you said, I may have Derghas blood, but Im not of the Bratz family, am I?

Why not try babbling that in the imperial palace? See if such trickery works!

Well, its typical to be reduced to imperials slave, but one must read the situation carefully. Above all, am I not the only on the behalf of the empire interacting with the bordering Cheonrye tribe?

This place was the frontier, a fortnight away from the imperial palace.

Whoever became the next lord, defending Bariels border from outside forces was a virtue of the lord. In this urgent situation, who was the one bearing the Cheonrye on his back?

Ian lifted his head slightly, as if to say, look properly.

Also, because of the alliance, I belong to Cheonrye of the desert, not Bratz of Bariel. Ah. It would be nice if you lower your sword. For your safety.

Monsters who could easily defeat dozens. Werent their sizes very different? With Kakantirs light movement, Ericas servant fainted. If they held weapons, no one could guess what storm of blood would blow.

And most of all, your mission, Commander Erica, is to investigate and punish Derghas tax evasion, not clean up Bratzs territory. Isnt it unpleasant to not go back after finishing your work?

I am here to catch Dergha!

You turned the territory into a ruin. Its too much. Just spill Derghas blood; the cries of the territorys people are filling the air.

The one whos excessive is you! Face your status!

Derghas bloodline, a commoner, and a sacrificial lamb in the desert. It was a foregone conclusion that Ian would be sold as a slave when the Counts formal trial was held. Somehow, the consumed tax from Dergha must be replenished.

I understand. The status.

At Ians words, Kakantir took out a letter from his pocket and threw it on the blood-smeared table.

This is the stance of Cheonrye, our ally. Derghas matter is an internal affair of the empire, but we are allied with Bratz nonetheless. We want Bratzs peace more than anyone else.

Ha! How shameless.

Youd do well to be polite. Wouldnt you regret it most if you died here?

A simple but certain warning. Erica bit her lips tightly and gripped her sword again. Then, she suddenly realized that the Cheonrye people hadnt even drawn their weapons. They considered their bare hands enough.

According to the alliance oath, we must support Dergha. But Dergha is a criminal, and Bratz is a part of Bariel. So, we intend to help you but

Kakantir glanced at Ian.

Everything was as they had prearranged.

I think Ian is the appropriate person to connect you and us, and Id like to entrust all authority of Bratz to him. What do you think?

Did I mishear? It sounds like youre saying he should become the lord?

Ian and the Cheonrye tribe just looked at Erica without answering. She felt as if her words were stuck, but it seemed too early for that. Ian smiled brightly.