313 Lesson 47: The Oldest and Weakest Loyalty

Ludwig was in the process of gathering information, making the most of his own twats.

He spoke secretly to those at the gate and picked up a story about the Duke of Yellowmoon from one end.

"First of all, I thought I'd revisit the Yellowmoon Duke family, and the role that its faction has played..., but as a result, my junior in Blue Moon Province has said I have something to talk about"

"As always, you have a wide face, Lord Ludwig."

Ludwig grinned back at Dion, who looked somewhere frightened.

"I'm just a weirdo, but it helps at times like this"

The rendezvous point is the tip of the capital. It was a relatively large tavern room.

Early into the store,

"It's been a while, Senior Ludwig."

One young man called out with a nostalgic grin.

"As always, you seem to be standing around well"

Ludwig turned to your seat as he laughed bitterly at his junior, who looked no different than he used to.

"You look like you're sticking your neck in trouble, same seniors. Oh? Behind the seniors..., could it be the sword of His Highness the Rumor Princess...?

Turning to Dion standing behind Ludwig, the youth said.

Dion shrugs his shoulders small.

"Well, I can't guarantee it for long, but so far it fits with that perception. It's Dion Alaia."

That said, I turn my sharp gaze to the youth so that it is worthwhile.

"Ha, you look like a scary person, no less a rumor. Senior Ludwig, I've been seeing people like this a lot."

Later, after receiving Dion's killings, the young man offered his hand.

"Gilbert Bouquet. I'm glad you called me Jill."

While holding the hand offered, Dion turned his attention to Ludwig with interest.

Looks like you've got some really interesting talent for Lord Ludwig.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I'm just a clerk in Blue Moon Province."

Tiermoon Empire Blue Moon Province.

Of the five moon provinces in the Empire, what the department received involved the administration of the Imperial Capital.

Even if you say the administration of the Imperial Capital in one bite, its work is diverse…, but some of it included a compromise with the Imperial Central Nobility. Therefore, if you want to hear more about the circumstances of the Imperial Gate nobility, it was well known that it would be best to ask the people of Blue Moon Province.

"No, no, no, no, noble, imperial hater, Senior Ludwig, didn't think you were going to serve Her Royal Highness Princess Meer. What the hell happened?

"Ha, you'll see if you serve with me. Her Royal Highness Princess Meer is worthy of service. My master is now fully dedicated to Her Royal Highness Princess Meer."

"Yes, yes. That's surprising, isn't it? I can't believe I forgive my heart, not only Senior Ludwig, but even that stubborn master."

It was Jilbert, who was shaken by Ludwig's powerful enlightenment.

There are no holidays in Ludwig, a sensitive spokesman.

"Well, that was about the Duke of Yellowmoon house."

Where the liquor I ordered came from, Jilbert returned to the conversation.

"That's right. There was something about it that bothered me..."

"No, I don't know if you care, I just came here to advise my senior."

And so once he cut the words and looked around, he said in a hissing voice.

"You're right to have Lord Dion follow you to the escort. If you want to sniff around the Duke of Yellowmoon, you need to be on maximum alert."

"Is that it? I was wondering if I needed a lot of vigilance from what I've been through..."

"... well, seniors" quite "are different digits from the vigilance we do, but still, I suggest you raise the level of vigilance one step at a time"

Jilbel shook his head as he shrugged his shoulders.

"Damn, as far as I'm concerned, I don't feel like a senior selling fights to those guys... Uh, where do I start..., seniors, do you know why the Duke of Yellowmoon became known as the weakest nobleman?

"Absolutely. From Lord Georgia's rebellion, I presume?

Nearly two hundred years ago now, that could have been a massive civil unrest since the beginning of the Tiermoon Empire.

The head of the then Duke of Yellowmoon family, the Duke of Georgia Etwa Yellowmoon, flipped an anti-flag against the imperial chamber, along with several leading nobles.

Its size and momentum were never something that could be insulted, and it was assumed that there would be a great civil unrest that would bisect the empire.

However, the end of the matter was not pleasant and unexpected.

Georgia was killed at the hands of his brother, Gardier, and the rebels were set to disintegrate.

All the cooperating nobles, including Georgia, were executed, and the fame of their houses fell to the earth.

In addition, Gardier, the brother in a position to be honored for his achievements in preventing the insurgency, is also put in a predicament.

The Duke family that caused the problem in the first place. Someone appeared to complain that he had not solved the problem by himself.

And what was bigger than that was Gardier's plea for help to those in the house who were part of the conspiracy. Originally, the accusations levelled against him for putting up those who had no choice but to be in the grief of killing all of them were not insignificant.

Ultimately, the beginning and end of the day, my brother even gets the acclaim of someone so hectic that he flies an anti-flag against the Empire, my brother a traitor's cautious, etc.

Still, those in the covered house will thank Gardier and give themselves to the Yellow Moon faction.

Since then, the Yellow Moon faction has been visited successively by defectors who have lost their protests, as well as by neighboring Tubors who have been alienated from the central nobility.

It takes a bunch of defeats, the completion of the oldest and weakest Yellow Moon faction...

"Well, what can you say when you think that the case is all calculated?

Jill said in a pleasant tone, as if it were a child who puts out an entourage.

"If it wasn't just a conspiracy, if there were more thoughts...,"

Ludwig often put his arms together and thought about it before...

"Maybe you mean wormrolling?

To that answer, Jill Bale applauds the pussy.

"That's odd to say, that's senior. I can tell from a little research that some of the nobles belonging to the Yellow Moon faction, before the defeat of the war, were those whom the Duke was kind to. For example, at that time, I was proud of the power approaching the Emperor, there was a Marquis, but my successor's son died of illness in succession... I need to talk to you about the fact that the Duke of Yellowmoon, who happens to be close to me, joined us where he was also hubbed by the aristocratic social community..."

Jill sips the wine and then smiles niggly.

"Doesn't this story stink a little?

"I see, you mean you assassinated those sons in order to kill the Marquis's power... Approaching those who stand in the way of the Empire and letting them trust them, they sharpen their momentum. Is it not the Marquis himself who, in addition to aiming for his succession, is distanced from the imperial chamber, that he is not called into great doubt?"

"Thinking about it, isn't there something about the family of the Duke of Yellowmoon familiar with botany and pharmacology that just catches on a little bit?

"... I hope it's a peaceful story about how deeply planted gardening is... No, it's poisonous."

"Yes, I believe it is the House of the Duke of Yellowmoon, the clan that has buried the Imperial Mistress in a poisonous assassination."

Jill said so without a hint of emotion.

Fallen to the weakest, but therefore difficult to be seen as the Emperor's Hand, yet, as a faction, there are gathered those who have dark aspirations behind them.

The role of worms in attracting subtle pests to the Empire.

I see, that would have been an important role if the Empire had been a "normal country".

But Ludwig knows the thoughts of the first emperor. On top of that......,

"Newcomers who are weakest and distanced from the central aristocracy but are therefore not stained with anti-agricultural ideas…, are also easy to get close to Hiroshima and others… and assassinate if necessary…. That's how it works..."

If the empire was some sort of mechanism for spreading anti-farming ideas, the role played by the Duke of Yellowmoon family has been enormous. I've done that but hence...,

"I see, the oldest and weakest loyalist..."

"Well, you should be careful. Because assassination sounds like something you're good at yellowmoon."

When Jilbert said so, he grinned.