117 Black Knight Nears Truth 3

"─ ─ What are you talking about!

Crunchy and yelling sounds, cracking sounds. And a little scream. Gilbert raised his hips reflectively to the noise, which could be called a sudden destruction, and put his hand on the handle of the sword hidden under the cloak.

There are some men drinking in their seats a little further away. One of them seems to be holding onto the other's chest. Plates and glasses of shiki dishes cracked on the table and scattered on the floor. Both seemed drunk. Gilbert sat back in his chair with the men caught at the edge of his vision. I don't intend to be involved in a mere rubbing matter, but if something happens, I will keep my hands off the sword.

"That's what you think. I'm not doing that anymore!

"That's why you quit, not a bad thing to say. You want to die?

"But! You know that... that's a lie..."

A man who had lost his tone sat in a chair with his chest gripped. The other man drops his hand as if he's relaxed. The men around him looked at them silently without knowing what to do.

"─ ─ Jill. They... they're my acquaintances."

Until then, Camille, whose gaze had not been set, looked at the men and murmured. Gilbert startled. He took his hand away from his hidden sword and turned to Camille to encourage him to continue.

"That's the lower end of the Knights. I know because my synchronization is mixed up. What the hell are they doing?"

The lower end of the Order means that the men are also working on the grounds of the royal castle. Then what exactly is the situation where what a man says he wants to quit may lead directly to death?

Camille stood up fluffy and headed toward the men.

Hey ─ ─

Gilbert shouted unexpectedly, but Camille didn't hear him. Gilbert, who was beginning to worry about the noise, pretended to stop Camille and went to the men together.

"You guys are too drunk. Just calm down. ─ ─ Don't say things like quitting or dying."

Did you wake up drunk? It was a more solid tone than I expected. Gilbert quickly caught up and watched.

"I'm telling you. I can't stand it anymore. Your Highness ─ ─"

Hey!

The man who stopped him with a strong word was the one who grabbed his chest earlier. Gilbert is suspicious. I wonder why the royal family is involved in the retirement of a man at the lower end of the Order. Has Helmut been so helpless by then?

"Enough of you guys. This isn't a place to work. Look, there's no argument around here....."

Camille, who said so clearly, suddenly lost his balance. I thought maybe I woke up drunk, but I suddenly moved around. Gilbert, who tried to support Camille before he fell down, overlapped with the arm of a man who said he wanted to quit even before he aggressively floated his body.

Looks like a prison somewhere. There is little light and the other side of the cage is narrow. The stone walls make the inorganic space look cooler. It looks like a space that is not suitable for people to live in. The environment is unparalleled to the prisons and places of detention in Ioria.

Among them was a man. A man of good looks who doesn't fit the prison. The young man sits there silently rather than grudging. The expression seems to be quietly accepting reality, and at the same time, the eyes seem to have a strong will.

Gilbert knew the man. It would be better to say that you have seen it than to say that you knew it. I don't know him. Because the man was the first prince of Elatos, the Conrad.

Gilbert understood the man's job and was confused at the same time. The royal scandal of Elatos - the First Prince Konrad, who rebelled against the current King, planned an assassination by poison and was exposed - is known to most people working in the royal castle. The King's life was safe, but while he was being treated for a small amount of poison, Konrad was banished from the royal castle and was living under surveillance in a secluded palace, and Helmut, the second prince, was supposed to represent the King. Gilbert suspected the scandal, but even if the crime of the conqueror were true, he would still be living in a separate house. I can't be in a lousy jail.

"─ ─ Mr. Camille, are you okay?

Gilbert forced his consciousness back to a nearby chair to support Camille's weight. Looks like Camille just fell asleep.

"I'm sorry, thank you."

Gilbert bows his head to the man who said he wanted to quit. The man waved in a hurry.

"No, I'm sorry. You know Camille?

"Yes, I'm Jill. I distribute mail at the royal castle....."

Reach out casually. The man took the hand naturally.

"It's Lutz. I work for the Knights of the Royal Castle. Nice to meet you."

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Lutz."

Gilbert also creates expressions with Kevin-like smiles. For drunk men, it will look like a sign of friendship. Gilbert pulled a chair sitting on a drunk camel and joined the men's table. Call the clerk to carry the liquor and food left on the table.

The men are undoubtedly very much involved in the cause of Helmut's war. I would like to draw some information on this occasion. Gilbert caressed Camille's back worryingly as he listened to the men's conversation.