“I’m glad to hear you’re almost better.”
Frey, who had been sitting and chatting with the emperor for a while, spoke.
The Emperor patted the shoulder of his daughter, who came every day.
“It’s all thanks to you, Frey. Thanks to that, I was able to rest comfortably and receive treatment during the founding festival.”
The emperor felt dizzy at the thought that he might not have been able to obtain a cure yet if it had not been for the moving magic circle that Frey had placed in the sacred Tower.
‘Even if I got a cure without the help of my daughter…..’
the emperor knew. Those things would have been different if Frey hadn’t come.
Without Frey, the empress and the prince would have looked at him with cold eyes and just rolled their heads, as always.
‘Thanks to Frey coming up to the capital with Grand Duke Prause, I was able to receive treatment with peace of mind.’
Frey was changing not only the daily lives of the people but also his fate.
The emperor was amazed at the recent actions of his daughter.
“I am happy to be able to help my father. Then I’ll come back next time.”
Frey said it was no longer due to her. It was very natural to take action and take the next step.
The emperor looked at Frey’s back as she was about to leave the room and said.
“Roselia would be very proud if she saw you now.”
“….”
Frey smiled.
She couldn’t fully agree with the emperor’s words.
‘Not yet. This is not over.’
Instead of heading straight to Prause’s capital mansion, she headed to the detached palace where her mother stayed while she was alive.
The happy days she spent sitting on her mother’s lap automatically reminded her of it and brought tears to her eyes.
‘It was also the first time I heard that my mother was pregnant.’
[“Frey. Do you like the younger sister or the younger brother?”]
At the time the question was asked, she had no idea of the misfortune that was to come just a few days later.
“I’ll see you next time with better news, Mother.”
Frey put the newspaper he had brought on the table.
Hoping that the headlines in the newspaper would be seen by her mother far away.
[The fall of the Duke of Gelon.]
[The first Family of the empire that collapsed]
[Duke of Gelon, Detained in the Temple]
* * *
On the other hand, the priests and Holy Knight of the Temple were having their busiest days since the founding Festival.
“The Duke of Gelon, Carlton, and the knights were all detained separately, right?”
The high priest confirmed again in a heavy voice.
It is customary for criminals involved with the Fog of Fall to be held in solitary confinement so that they cannot communicate with others.
The rule had been followed, but this time so many had been captured and the detention room was running out of space.
“That’s what we did. Everyone is blindfolded and bound their hands and feet and put them in chairs, so they won’t even know who’s in the next room.”
“Good job. Lady Frey has created an opportunity that will never happen again, so we must do our best to dig up information.”
The High Priestess walked with a cane and headed to the solitary cell where Carlton was confined.
His mind was complicated as he walked.
Top owned by the Duke of Zelon.
The so-called top of the gelon boasted an incomparably dense distribution network than the Vliette Top.
‘What if he used that distribution network to supply the Fog of Fall?’
‘We had to take this opportunity to root out the supply chain of the Fog of Fall that we had never even guessed.’
[“High Priestess, the research shows the rampage of undead monsters is obviously related to the fog of Fall.”]
The Holy Knight who was dispatched to Prause for research had also said that
Perhaps this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to set things right in the Empire.
After making up his mind, the high priest ordered the knight to open the door.
kriek
When the door opened, Carlton was seen bound to a chair, handcuffed and handcuffed.
In one corner of the room, the belongings that had been removed from his body were arranged
“Sir Carlton. no. It’s just Carlton now.”
“Are you the high priest?”
“Yes. I don’t know what you did, but people are very heartbroken.”
“….”
“The children who watched the battle of flag and waving handkerchiefs with your name on them went home crying.”
Instead of talking about the severe punishment Carlton would face, the High Priest said something that would shake his emotions.
[“Carlton is deeply loyal to Gelon. and a strong loyalty means that you value chivalry, so dig into the emotional gap so you can examine his conscience.”]
The High Priestess clearly remembered the sentences written in the letter she had recently received from Frey.
‘When did the princess who used to hide in fear of people come to see through other people’s hearts?’
Her directions were amazing. It worked at the same time.
“Carlton. First, tell me about the items you were carrying.”
“….”
“If you keep your mouth shut, we will have no choice but to interrogate the knights. The fog of Fall cannot be detected from your body, so I cannot force you to open your mouth.”
Each time the High Priest spoke as if he had no choice, Carlton forced his mouth to remain silent.
‘My knights knew nothing and just enjoyed the rationed meal.’
‘They don’t even know what his leader did to the meal because his leader fell for the temptation of victory.’
‘When I thought that my knight might die because of my mistake, it felt like someone was stabbing me in the chest with a dagger.’
‘He said it was a small amount. He said it was a very small amount that would go undetected…’
Carlton admitted that he had done something wrong.
Even so, he resented Frey for using a tool he had never heard of in the battle for the flag.
Clearly, just a few years ago, she was a timid woman who didn’t bother him.
‘I’m sure she did, but at what point did she become like that?’
‘When I thought of Grand Duke Prause, who looked ahead a few steps and trapped me and my knights, I felt angry and despondent.’
‘But isn’t my master, the Duke of Gelon, still a step ahead?’
‘Once the problems are resolved, he will send someone to defend the knights.’
While participating in the Battle of the Flag, Carlton, unaware of what happened between Gelon and Prause, remained hopeful.
“Okay. Let’s talk about something else for now.”
The high priest turned away from Carlton, who did not open his mouth and looked at his belongings.
There was no problem with the wooden sword or clothing.
Suspicious things were the jewelry brooch and an unknown scroll in his arms.
“The crest of the Duke of Gelon is engraved on the brooch.”
“It’s an item that my master borrowed for a while saying that it would bring victory.”
“Okay… I will investigate it. I hope It’s not a lie.”
“….”
“But what is the magic in this scroll? If you don’t tell me, I’ll have no choice but to harshly question the other knights.”
Carlton hesitated for a moment.
That scroll contained Lydia Obelir’s powerful magic.
‘It is a top secret that the power of the transcendental person can be contained in the scroll.’
‘However, looking at the momentum, it seemed that the Temple would use all methods to find out the contents of the scroll. Then wouldn’t it be right to confess first to protect my fellow knights?’
Carlton thought for a moment.
‘However, if I confess, I will have nothing to say to the Duke of Gelon, who will come to save me.’
“I don’t know.”
Carlton decided to keep quiet.
The high priest clicked his tongue and put down a copy of the papers on the floor.
Tuk!
“I know what you believe in, but…I’ll take off your blindfold, so read the title at least.”
The high priest pulled the old cloth tied around his eyes.
Carlton looked at the newspaper on the floor and was speechless for a moment.
[Duke of Gelon, detained in the temple.]
* * *
Around the time when the news that the Duke of Gelon, who had been detained in a shabby cell in the basement of the Temple had caught everyone’s attention.
“My Lady. We have an invitation from Grand Duke Prause’s mansion.”
“From Grand Duke Prause’s mansion?”
The ladies of the capital’s social circle had received the invitation around the same time.
All of them looked first at the seal of the Grand Duke of Prause, which was in the form of a dragon, rather than the content of the invitation.
‘If it’s an invitation from the Grand Duke’s family, I’ll have to send the reply that I’ll attend without even reading it.’
Rumors had spread about the tea party the Grand Duchess held during the founding festival.
They enchanted everyone with cool tea with a little alcohol added and colorful decorations reminiscent of the North.
Some in the social world were already curious about the Grand Duchess Prause’s next party, as those who had been invited that day had bragged about it.
‘Fortunately, I received an invitation. Is it a social party?’
The ladies who carefully read the invitation showed different expressions.
But they had one common reaction.
‘It’s a combination of Socializing and politics… The Grand Duchess seems to be aware of the public opinion that her political power is inferior to His Majesty Tahar.’
similar perspective.
Daniel was also reading the invitation to ‘Grand Duchess Prause’s charity party’ that Baron had given him.
“His Highness the Grand Duchess has already earned a good reputation for her skillful use of commerce and divine power, but the politics of the capital are apparently in the hands of the Crown Prince.”
“No one can argue that.”
Daniel rested his chin and thought as he read the invitation.
Basically, Tahar had a long political education and long association with the capital’s old political families.
‘Prause is also new in the central political world.’
Recently, Tahar even drew a line with the fog of Fall by announcing that ‘Duke Gelon must be severely punished’
It was clear that the remarks were made in order not to undermine his political life with this incident.
‘But we can make a connection.’
And, politicians tend to change their minds quickly depending on the situation.
Daniel wanted to help Frey.
“I know that your wife has a talent for making an impression because I saw it at the tea party…”
He shifted his gaze to Baron.
“Butler. Is there anything I can do for my wife’s charity party? I want to give her strength.”
Then the butler Baron replied as if he had been waiting.
“Showing ‘love’ is a timeless way to empower the hostess.”
* * *
