āThank you for coming all this way, Your Royal Highness.ā
The man who greeted Raidorl as he entered the fortress was Bazel Garst, a general in the Royal Army.
Bazel, who looked a little tired when Raidorl last saw him, now looks more energetic.
His face, however, was not in a happy mood, and wrinkles had been etched into his features by the effects of age.
āItās been a long time. I know we have a lot to talk about, but letās start with the situation.ā
āHmm⦠As the diplomat told me in advance, the Empire unilaterally challenged His Highness Raidorl to a duel. The place is here at Blaine Fortress. If His Highness does not appear by the date and time, the emperor has declared himself to destroy this fortress.ā
āI seeā¦ā¦So they ignored the hostages and set it up just right in front of us.ā
If Raidorl were to use her as a shield or kill her to make an example of the situation, the angry emperor would attack the kingdom of Zain with all his might.
There was no way he would be so careless. It is believed that Granard, the king, would not have the courage to kill a cat and incur the wrath of a tiger.
Despite not spending much time with her, they were still friends and slept in the same house.
āEven if we were clashing our swords on the battlefield, I couldnāt be ruthless enough to kill the princess who couldnāt resist to show off.ā
āI know Iām being naive, but thereās no merit in killingā
āAnd? What does my brother say?ā
Of course, the demand for a duel must have been reported to the king, Granard. What decision will the king make in the face of the appearance of the empireās leader?
At Raidorlās question, Bazelās expression stiffened slightly.
āā¦.. Of course, we have reported the matter to His Majesty and asked for instructions. But there has been no response.ā
āHu? The day after tomorrow is the day of the duel, right? I donāt know if I can make it on such short notice.ā
āIt takes five days to get from Blaine Fortress to Royal Capital, no matter how fast we hurry, thereās no point in delaying his reply. However, it has already been more than ten days since I sent the messenger with the report. If there are any instructions from His Majesty, they should be coming soonā¦ā¦ā
āOh, well, there are still two days before the duel. Youāll have to wait until then for the Kingās decision.ā
Raidorl lifted his lips in mockery.
He was curious to see what decision his brother king would make in this situation, but he didnāt think it would make things better.
āThe only way to change this situation is for Granard to come here and negotiate directly with the emperor. Iām sure the emperor wonāt take it lightly if our king comes to talk to him in person, and we may be able to negotiate something different than a duel.ā
But ā perhaps it will not happen.
Granard will not come here and he will not meet the emperor face to face.
If Granard had been prepared to go toe to toe with the empire, albeit at the negotiating table, he would have come here long ago and engaged in a war of words with the empireās negotiators.
āā¦ā¦A weak king, a king who doesnāt move when he should.ā
āHm? Did you say something, Your Highness?ā
āNo, nothing. Iāll take my rest for the day. I donāt know if my brotherās messenger will make it by the deadline, but heās going to have a hard march. By then I shall be well rested and ready for a duel.ā
Raidorl waved lightly at the quizzical General Bazel and walked into the building.
In the end, two days later, there was no response from the royal capital.
There were some troubles that prevented him from reaching the Blaine fortress, or perhaps Granard could not make a decision until the end.
Either way, the outcome of the war between the Kingdom of Zain and the Empire of Alsatian would be left to the two sword-bearers.
On the date of the duel, the Imperial troops arrived at the fortress of Blaine at about the same time as the pre-arranged time.
The Imperial troops lined up on the hilltop, just as they had done when they attacked the fortress in the past, and at the head of the line was a man wearing armour as red as a blazing fire.
Emperor Zacharias Von Althlein.
Always victorious, never defeated. The holder of the holy sword, the strongest in this era, was looking down on the fortress with his fangs bared like a beast.