Chapter 370: 16 Year Old Inglis and The Meaning of Matchmaking (22)

Chapter 370: 16 Year Old Inglis and The Meaning of Matchmaking (22)

As a representative of the Highland, Special Envoy Theodore had acted audaciously in favor of the Midland side. It was perhaps only feasible because of his substantial influence and support within the Highland domains.

Being the offspring of one of the three mainstays of the Three Archduke Party, Theodore was akin to royalty in the context of Midland. His position was comparable to that of a prince, much like Prince Wayne.

Abel had once described special envoys as mere lackeys, the lowest echelon of their order, yet someone of Theodore's high rank filled such a seemingly undignified role.

Given her relation to Theodore as his sister, Cyrene was likely of high rank too, yet she had chosen the position of a consul in the city of Nova. It seemed to be a family trait. However, if Cyrene were indeed such an influential figure, wouldn't her assassination cause a major crisis?

"Lord Jill! When Lord Theodore's younger sister, Lady Cyrene, became a consul and faced misfortune, wouldn't that have been a grave issue for the Highland side?"

"Aah, that incident. It was a tremendous problem. The Art Duke went berserk over it. After all, her descent was not orchestrated by our people, but by the church. Your former special envoy, that Myynti fellow, was one of us. He tried to prevent it, but it was beyond his control. What followed is history. The Art Duke was furious at losing his daughter."

"and that incident fueled the growing friction between the two factions?"

"Not that specifically. The girl's situation was more of a secondary concern, though I'm certain it's a personal matter for the Art Duke."

"I see."

For Inglis, who was oblivious to the political dynamics within Highland, this information was quite enlightening.

"Ho ho ho. Young master, don't be surprised if the Duke of Art and the Duke of Law reprimand you for speaking so freely."

"Ha ha ha. You're right, gramps. I did become a bit loquacious. But I'm speaking with my future wife; what have I to lose?"

"Ho ho ho! I see, I see. Perhaps this visit will indeed prove fruitful."

W-, WIFE?!

"You are accepting challenges as part of your matchmaking efforts, correct?"

"Y-, yes"

"I believe it's too soon for you to wed at your apparent age, but now I'm considering pursuing this proposal seriously."

"W-, well My current appearance's age is deceiving."

"I've taken a liking to you, Inglis! Both your strength and your courage! Had you been male, I would have recruited you as a confidant, but since you're female, I'll take you as my wife!"

With a self-assured smile, Jeldegrva, the Duke of War, declared.

"H-, however, Lord Jill, I"

Inglis Eux never had any intention of marrying in the first place. That was her primary concern.

"Two peas in a pod, indeed"

These words slipped from the half-dazed Eris' lips.

Something was amiss. They were surveying the town of Ymir, but they were standing outside its walls. This peculiarity struck them both. Ymir, after all, was a fortified town, shielded by impenetrable walls on all four sides.

To have such a clear view of the town meant that one of the walls had been obliterated. Indeed, they could see the other walls still intact.

If Inglis were to hazard a guess, it was likely due to the forceful impact of Jeldegrva's colossal sword, which she had skillfully evaded using Divine Feat. Even the shockwave alone had traveled far enough to reduce the town's wall to rubble. In fact, Inglis could trace the path of destruction from their crater right up to the demolished walls.

W-, well

Repairing the damage would undoubtedly require significant manpower and resources. However, what truly alarmed Inglis was

GGLLLLLLIIIIIIISSSSSS~~~?

An infuriated Rafinha, arms folded, awaited Inglis.

Ah, Rani I'm glad you're fine

FINE YOUR AAAAASSSSSSSSSS!!!

She tugged at Inglis' ear forcefully.

What are you going to do about this?! The wall is gone!! I told you not to destroy the town, right?! Right!? You heard me, didn't you?!

No, you've misunderstoodthe town isn't destroyed, right? It's just the wall, so the wall did its job protecting the town. Thank you, Mr. Wall, for your serviceyou can rest now

HAAH?! How does that fix anything?! I asked you what you're going to do about this!

But that's not me! That's Lord Jill!

Rafinha's fierce glare shifted to Jeldegrva, the Duke of War.

Really? Are you the one who destroyed that?!

Y-, yeah! My apologies; I used too much strength. I'll supply some materials from Highland, so please forgive me. They'll be much sturdier than the pebbles you were using before.

well, I can forgive that, then. Glis, you will rebuild the walls, though. Okay? We'll help you out, too.

Y-, yeahokay.

At that moment, a group of flygears approached. They were the ones commanded by Caraldo when he came to the outskirts.

Well, we'll get the materials down right away! Let's go, gramps! See you later, Inglis! Keep training, and let's have another good fight!

Yes, Lord Jill. However, it won't be another draw. I'll seize victory next time.

Hah, you wish! I'm looking forward to it!

Ho ho ho. Best of regards.

With a warm but invigorating smile and a friendly grandfatherly grin, the two slowly made their way back to the Highland above, each wearing their respective smiles.

Mab: SEEEEGGGSSSSSSS