Confessions of a Cowardly and Weak Conman

Duke Yellowmoon’s domain was east of the central nobility domains, on the edge of the imperial capital.

His manor was in a remote part of his domain. It was a little on the small side for one of the Four Dukes to live in, but it was still much bigger than the homes of other nobles.

It had a flower garden in its courtyard, and a man was standing in the middle of all the plants. He looked like he was in his mid-fifties, and his waist size backed that up. His shape reminded me of what a certain princess might have looked like if she hadn’t been able to fight off her F.A.T. There were dark circles under his eyes, and they moved around like a small animal who is scared.

“No, but... Not that way... Even so, the poisonous mushrooms...”

Duke Lorenz Etoile Yellowmoon walked around his garden nervously while muttering to himself.

All of a sudden, I heard the sound of footsteps coming closer. They rang with a steady rhythm, though he didn’t seem to notice. An old butler appeared, who walked up to his master with the stately posture of a career attendant and respectfully bowed his head.

“Sorry to bother you, sir.”

Lorenz was caught off guard by the respectful greeting, and he jerked back before he looked in that direction.

“Oh, it’s you, Bisset!” he said with relief when he figured out who was talking.

“You surprised me. I was...absorbed in my thoughts.”

The old butler was unmoved by his embarrassed smile.

“I apologise for disturbing your contemplation, milord. I have, however, urgent news that requires your ear... Pardon my curiosity, but have you been here since last night?”

“H-Hm? Well, I guess I have. After all, it’s a very important matter.”

Lorenz answered shyly, “I can’t afford to sleep,” and then he yawned.

“Then let me make you some tea to keep you from getting sleepy. The report can wait until then...”

Bisset said, “I have heard, though, that the wolfmaster has failed.”

“Moons, we’ve been losing a lot lately, haven’t we? On the other hand, I guess this news isn’t all that surprising. We already knew that Her Highness has a very good sword with her. I have to say, though, that the Serpents should be very proud of this wolfmaster. He failed, so I don’t think they’re taking this news very well either.”

“Yes, they look pretty flustered. He almost died himself in the process, so they say... I’ve been told that they want to bring him back for now.”

“I...see.”

Still looking around nervously, Lorenz let out a sigh, but this time it was a sign of relief.

“All right then. We have no choice in the matter at all. Give them all the help they need to get him out—”

His face changed in an instant.

“If I remember... Which means the direction is... From Saint-Noel, through Belluga...”

He started muttering again. Bisset didn’t try to stop him. Instead, he just stood there and watched in silence. After a while, Lorenz stopped and smiled shyly again, as if he had noticed his butler’s patient gaze.

“Ah, look at me. Again lost in my thoughts... Apologies, Bisset. I must be giving you a lot of trouble. Also, you’ve been here for a long time. You must miss home, right? You could have followed them back.”

“Your kindness is very much appreciated, sir, but I don’t think I’ll be back until I’ve paid you back. Moreover...”

Bisset paused.

Then, his face changed, as if he had changed his mind.

“Instead, I would like to ask to stay. It’s a pleasure to serve you, sir.”

“Come on now. Stop trying to make me feel good. I’m stupid, scared, and a liar. So, even if I just want something small, I have to drain my brain of all its limited knowledge.”

Lorenz got lost in his thoughts again. He spoke again after a while.

“Unhappily, my mind isn’t enough... There are too many streams, and their flow is hard to understand. I can’t tell what’s going on. But at Saint-Noel, something could happen. Let’s do everything we can to get ready...”