Chapter 120

Chapter 120

As pollen signaling the start of the New Years Eve celebration blanketed the entirety of Bariel, Barsabe returned to the palace in a sorry state. The small downtown mansion without her father had lost its meaning, so now her only abode was the lodging prepared for soldiers next to the training ground.

Bang!

Barsabe, what the hell!

Shut up. Be quiet.

Did you get into an accident somewhere?

No. Mind your business.

Barsabe roughly took off her tattered clothes and searched for her uniform. The Guard Corps tattoo on her left shoulder was still clear, despite the heat rash that had erupted all over her body due to her mishandling of magic.

I dont have gloves. Lend me yours.

Uniform? Why are you suddenly taking out your uniform? The New Years Eve event hasnt started yet. The pollen signal has only just gone off.

Although she didnt know what Ians intentions were, there was only one thing she could do right now.

Go along with him.

Since he said he would hand over her fathers belongings if she came formally dressed, she had no choice but to comply. With the body not even recovered yet, it was truly the last trace of her father.

You didnt go looking for that guy Ian, did you?

I did. And I came back empty-handed.

Her colleague facepalmed at her response. The news of Petreios death had spread rapidly within the Imperial Guard. Although he was a retired senior, Barsabe had joined the same order after him, and since the knights actively interacted with each other, it was natural that everyone would find out.

It probably started when Morlin returned to the administrative office in a near-dead state. That Ian guy chopped off Morlins arms and legs in the process of usurping the lordship.

Of course, while the gossips mostly talked about Erica, it was clear that Petreios name was also mixed in.

What about my father?

Im sorry, Barsabe. Petreio fulfilled his knightly duty to protect me from Ian.

But why? Sir Morlin is clearly the administrative officer of the palace

To that despicable traitor, that didnt matter. Barsabe, while I was imprisoned in the dungeon, I heard your fathers agonizing screams day and night.

Barsabe grimaced as she recalled her conversation with Morlin. Morlin had clearly told her that Ian had killed her father in a painful manner. However, the problem was that after meeting him, he didnt seem like the kind of person who would do such a thing at all.

I know you shouldnt judge people by their appearance, but still, the feeling is a bit

Barsabe! Are you listening to me?

Her rambling thoughts came to an abrupt halt. Her colleague was holding her arm with a worried expression. To be precise, he was holding her left shoulder, where the tattoo was.

If you get hurt during training, youll be expelled without warning. You know that, right? I understand your feelings, but that man is going to be a noble by order of His Majesty the Emperor. It means hes not someone we should point our swords at.

Except for Marivs faction, it was natural that no one in the palace welcomed Ian. After all, even the neutral Imperial Guard had negatively labeled Ians first impression with Petreios death.

I understand. But even if I get expelled, dont I have no father to scold me?

T-thats not important! And why did you recklessly attack a magic user? Hes the man who pacified the savages in the borderlands! Even Sir Morlin and Ericas central army were defeated by him, what were you thinking?

The palace was a hotbed of rumors. Those who had heard of Ians exploits focused on different aspects depending on their own perspectives. The Ministry of Magic was particularly interested in Ians status as a magic user, while the Imperial Guard was particularly interested in the fact that Ian had driven out the central army.

Thats right. And that one escort Ian always brings with him is crazy. Whats different about the food in the borderlands? Hes just a brute with no brains.

Barsabe muttered nonchalantly, but she meant it. The fact that she had unknowingly released her magic was proof of that. Even taking into account the tension of the situation, where she was about to avenge her fathers death, it was a clear mistake.

Ill let it go for now. Ill let it go and take a good look at him.

Whether Ian was responsible for her fathers death or not. Since she had already fought him once, she would be able to approach the next battle with more ease. It was at that moment that Barsabe picked up her sword case.This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

Weeeeeeng.

A loud assembly call rang out from outside. It was a signal for all the knights in the barracks, except those who had gone out on duty, to put on their uniforms and come out.

Her colleague glanced outside and then looked back at Barsabe with a sly smile. The knights who had remained in the palace were lazily wandering back to their rooms.

Beric! Stop pestering Sir Romandro and come out.

Squeak.

As they went outside, Viviana, who had been waiting in the carriage, leaned out her head with a worried look.

Whats wrong? Are you okay?

Yes, my lady. Its nothing. Its cold, so please stay inside. It would be better to finish here today and go home.

Ian looked around again as he spoke. He didnt know if it was because he knew that the pursuer was Barsabe, or if it was just his imagination, but he couldnt feel any more strange energy around him.

Beric. That thing will explode if it gets hot, so handle it carefully. Okay? Dont just put it in a fireplace for no reason.

Romandro pulled Beric aside and warned him again and again. After all, this was no longer the borderlands where Ian was the ruler, but the capital. It was difficult to predict the consequences of even a single incident.

Do you think Im an idiot? Why would I put this in a fireplace? You put food in a fireplace!

Ian glanced at the smelted sword.

It was definitely not an ordinary sword. Whether it was made from magic stones, dragons teeth, or even meteorite fragments, there were too many possibilities to guess. But one thing was for sure, it was no ordinary object.

Beric, swear to me that you will take good care of it. Otherwise, I will have no choice but to confiscate the sword for everyones safety.

Master? What are you talking about? We came here all the way from Karenna without any problems. I just have to not let it get hot. Seriously!

Just dont let it get hot?

Ians gaze suddenly lingered on Berics red hair and eyes.

Come to think of it, magic is also a kind of heat and energy.

What if he releases his magic through the sword?

It would be the same as applying heat.

Beric, you mustnt let your magic flow through the sword when youre holding it.

Yes, yes. Ill do whatever you say. Dont I always listen to you?

It was something he could try at any time, but now was not the time. The location was not ideal, and he didnt have the capacity to deal with the situation if something went wrong.

Ian. What are you thinking?

When Ian didnt answer, Beric asked him cautiously. Ian got into the carriage and threw out a playful joke. It wouldnt feel like a joke to Beric at all, though.

I was calculating how much meat I can buy with two gold coins.

No, is this my fault?

You brat, if you hadnt picked up that thing, would this have happened? And what are you going to say when you tell them how you picked it up? Do you have something to investigate?

Romandro also threw in a word and got into the carriage. Beric, who felt wronged, hurriedly followed up the steps, and their noisy outing came to an end.

***

And finally.

Ian woke up earlier than usual and watched the sun rise. A luxurious uniform and new shoes hung on the wall. Gloves and accessories were also perfectly set up. The servant, Minnie, had been preparing since dawn.

Knock knock.

Lord Ian. Are you awake?

Yes. Just now.

You have a lot to prepare. Hurry up and get dressed and come out.

At Minnies urging, Ian got out of bed. Today was a special day, and the day when the pollen that covered Bariel was in full bloom.

Today is the day to attend the New Years party.

The day Ian meets the emperor of this era.

And it was the day he would start a new family and rise to the position of head of the family.