Delmondo gave a long explanation regarding his disposal of the territory, but unfortunately, Felid only understood less than half of what Delmondo had said. Meanwhile, Priscilla listened intently, nodded every once in a while, let loose surprised gasps, and clapped while bursting into an exclamation once he concluded.
âAfter hearing your explanation, I can only say that you made the right call, Sir Delmondo. Besides, the duke can repurchase it whenever he wants, so thereâs not much to lose either,â Priscilla commented.
Delmondo responded, âThe Marquis of Archivold is a massive fan of the great one. Of course, Iâm certain she has her own goals to achieve through this transaction, but from the great oneâs perspective, the Carls Baggins Peninsula will be better off being under the marquis.â
âThatâs for sure. The new king of Brantia is His Excellencyâs aide. As long as Maren and Moffern continue to trade with Brantia, the Marquis of Archivold would not want her relationship with His Excellency to sour,â Priscilla said, nodding.
âAs expected...â
Delmondo was inwardly impressed by Priscilla. She was a woman with an attitude, loyalty, as well as a brain.
âI think I know why the great one continues to conduct his business with you,â Delmondo remarked.
âAh, you flatter me!â Priscilla waved her hands while suppressing a grin. She continued after taking a cautious expression, âSo youâre here to warn us personally?â
âThatâs half the reason,â Delmondo responded.
âThen what is the other half?â Priscilla asked.
âPlease get me a ship leaving for Mungard,â Delmondo replied.
âWill you be heading there personally? Couldnât you have gone there straight from MarenâŠÂ Ah!â Priscilla realized the crux of the matter while she was speaking, and she couldnât help but exclaim.
âThatâs right. The fact that even a holy knight can sneak in, thereâs no one I can trust,â Delmondo said, nodding.
âAnd that is why you came via one of our merchant ships. All right. I will find a ship that is set to depart in the shortest time,â Priscilla responded.
âThank you. I will surely mention your loyalty to the great one, Vice Executive,â Delmondo said.
âThank you,â Priscilla said. She felt as if all her prejudices regarding vampires were falling apart. According to the clergy, vampires were sneaky, evil monsters who had always treated human lives like flies. However, after meeting with the vampire administrator, she found him to be a well-spoken, elegant individual.
âWell, Sir Eugene can be a little scary as well, but he has never done any harm to his own people. Anyway, I canât see any weaknesses or openings in this man. No wonder Sir Eugene chose to appoint him as the territoryâs administrator. Just what I would expect of Sir Eugene.â
Priscilla continued to dig herself into an illusion in her own mind, and Delmondo was doing the same.
âAs expected from the great one. I was wondering why he continued his relationship with the Palin Association, but it turns out they have a person who can best realize and represent his interest.â
In reality, Eugene never had such profound implications behind his choices. They had simply come to be.
Two days later, Delmondoâs coffin was once again loaded on a ship that Priscilla found for him. After passing through the Rodrick Archipelagos, the merchant ship arrived in Mungard in five days. The casket was immediately delivered to Lord Markusâs mansion.
***
Eugene headed to a farmhouse located near the mountain range after crossing over to find Silion. He paid a moderate amount of silver for taking good care of his steed, then immediately left for the new royal capital, Brighton.
The chaos had subsided considerably in Brantia, and as such, Eugeneâs first solo journey had been quite uneventful and comfortable. Of course, it wasnât without any problems.
Eugene traveled alone in a long robe with a hat. His appearance was no different from an ignorant, naĂŻve noble traveling alone. And since there was no reason for Eugene to use his Fear during his travels, various bandits and roamers mistakenly recognized him as easy prey. Unsurprisingly, they were no match for Eugene, and he continued to travel South while slaying such groups about once per day.
Five days later, when Brighton was just around the corner, Eugene came across a strange group.
âKieeehh? Sir, sir. They must be nobles. Their armor looks expensive, and their carriage is huge and gorgeous,â Mirian commented. Her eyes shone brightly as she stared intently at the unknown group while hiding in Silionâs mane. When it came to matters regarding money and wealth, she was more perceptive and sensitive than anyone else.
âYou stay inside, just in case. Donât mess around,â Eugene responded.
âGot it!â Mirian saluted before shooting into her leather pocket. Eugene slowly headed toward the unidentified group.
âMost of them are knights. But judging from their armor, they arenât from Brantia.â
The dozen-or-so knights were armed with plate mail. However, the style of their armor was slightly different from those belonging to Brantia or the Caylor Kingdom. They looked⊠tougher.
âTheyâre not from Caylor, so where are they from?â
Eugene approached the group with such thoughts. As soon as the riders spotted Eugene, they began to move.
âHooh? Are they trying to protect someone?â
Given that the movements of the riders were very concise yet unhesitating, they were obviously quite disciplined. The knights moved into a formation that would allow them to protect the figures located in the middle, but would also allow them to charge out at a momentâs notice. Their wary eyes remained on Eugene.
Eugene stopped Silion once he was close, then placed a hand on his chest before announcing his lack of any hostility, âI do not know where you are coming from, but I have no intention of moving against you.â
ââŠ?!â The knights flinched.
âDo they not speak the Caylor Kingdomâs language?â
After deducing that the knights couldnât be from Brantia, he had purposefully spoken in the Caylor Kingdomâs language, which was more widely known.
Eugene repeated himself in Brantian, and a voice came from inside the knightsâ formation.
âSir, are you a knight from the Caylor Kingdom? Or are you a knight of the church?â
The voice had answered in Caylorian, but with a distinctive accent. What was quite unusual was that the voice was rather thin and soft, even though they were trying to mask it. It was clear that the voice either belonged to a woman or a little boy.
Eugene answered, âNeither. And if you want to know who I am, isnât it customary to reveal who you are first?â
The knights looked a little angry after hearing Eugeneâs words.
âAs expectedâŠâ
Eugene realized that whoever was inside the formation possessed a high status from the knightsâ reaction.
âAh, I see. That was rude of me. Unfortunately, however, I cannot reveal my identity to you, sir. However, I can tell you that I come from the Roman Empire,â the voice responded.
Eugene was quite surprised, though he looked calm on the outside. He had never imagined that he would encounter a noble and knights of the Roman Empire in Brantia, as he had never seen them in the Caylor Kingdom either.
âThen, will you tell me who you are, sir?â the voice asked in return. Whoever they were, they kept on making their voice sound thicker.
Eugene responded, âI am not obliged to reveal my identity to someone who wonât even show their face. However, I can also let you know that I am a knight from the Caylor Kingdom.â
âXXXX! XXXXXXX!â
âXX. XXXX, XXXXX,â the knights began to converse in an unfamiliar, foreign language after hearing Eugeneâs answer. Naturally, Eugene was able to decipher their words from the ability he gained from consuming the drakeâs red mana stone.
âImperial prince? Did they just say imperial prince?â
It didnât matter that the knights were voicing their intent to force the cheeky opponent to his knees or wanting to subdue the arrogant man in an instant. What mattered was the two words that Eugene managed to make out.
An imperial prince was the son of the emperor. Someone as important and distinguished as the imperial prince had personally come to Brantia?
âI apologize. My knights are extremely loyal. Anyway, you have a point, sir. Then let us go our separate ways,â the voice remarked.
âUnderstood,â Eugene responded. He was very curious about the Roman Empireâs imperial prince and his entourage, but his priority was to get to Brighton as soon as possible. As such, Eugene began to resume his journey after giving them a small nod.
âAh, by the way, where are you headed?â The voice called out.
Eugene responded, ââŠBrighton.â
âOh! Is that so?â The imperial prince exclaimed with joy. He continued, âWe are on our way to Brighton as well, so why donât you accompany us? As you can see, it is our first time here, and it took us quite a while to get to this point.â
âHmm.â Eugene was about to refuse. He didnât need more baggage on his way to Brighton.
HoweverâŠ
âI will compensate you well. Sir Kerkan Tar.â
One of the knights came forward with a dissatisfied expression at the call, then threw a leather pouch toward Eugene. Eugene felt a pleasing, familiar weight when he received the pouch.
âSir! Gold! Itâs gold!â Mirian exclaimed after poking her head out of her pocket. She had gained the ability to distinguish the identity of coins just by their sounds due to her obsession with money. In any case, there was only half a dayâs journey remaining until Brighton, and Eugene had no reason to refuse free money.
He nodded after immediately pocketing the money, âLet us do that. Follow me.â
âYes. sirs,â the voice called out, and the knights quickly dispersed from their formation. Eugene gawked, curious about the appearance of an imperial prince who could afford to just throw away gold coins, and the knights sniggered.
âHmph! This country boy from Caylor must be a curious little brat.â
âSir Ortimas, thatâs because heâs from the countryside, right? Thereâs no way he can find real knights like us where heâs from.â
âHeâs probably lying about the fact that he is a knight. What kind of a knight would go around by himself without any servants or aides?â
âHe must be a mercenary, a knight wannabe.â
HahahhaâŠ
The knights continued to mock Eugene in the empireâs language, completely unaware that Eugene could understand their words.
âShould I just beat them up?â
Eugene was tempted, but he quickly shook his head. He could obtain more information if he continued to feign ignorance of the Roman Empireâs language. Moreover, Eugene was more interested in the two people the knights were protecting.
âIs he the imperial prince?â
There was a young man wearing fancy clothes and a hat decorated with many jewels. His outfit basically screamed âIâm a high-ranking noble~â. And next to the imperial prince, who looked to be around 17 or 18, was another young man of similar age. He appeared to be a servant.
âThen I look forward to our journey, sir. You can call me Localope.â
âYou can call me Jan, sir,â It was obviously an alias, so Eugene responded by simply giving his first name. The name Jan was quite common, so they shouldnât recognize him just by his first name.
âWell, it doesnât matter even if they recognize me.â
âThen I will call you Sir Jan.â Localope nodded with a solemn expression, then turned to the boy beside him and whispered, âHis attitude is a bit bad, but he doesnât look like the type to have other motives, Your Highness. He doesnât look as strong as our knights either.â
âI agree. Anyway, donât reveal anything and pay attention to what you say and do,â the other boy whispered.
âYes...â
Although the two were whispering in the empireâs language, it was easy for a vampire to eavesdrop. However, the two peopleâs actions and words seemed contradictory.
âHooh. Whatâs this?â
Eugeneâs eyes glimmered when he discovered that the one wearing the simple gray robe and a hat was the real prince. He didnât know why, but the imperial prince of the Roman Empire had concealed his identity and was on his way to Brighton, the new royal capital of Brantia.
That meantâŠ
âI donât know what purpose they have, but they must be trying to meet Luke, right?â
There was no other reason for the Roman Empireâs imperial prince to head to another countryâs capital.
âI can sense trouble brewing.â
Eugene thought hard for a minute with a frown, then shrugged. Whatever the case, Luke was the new king of Brantia, and Eugene had put him on the throne to take care of such troublesome tasks.
âIâm going to go around evil lands and collect red mana stones.â
Eugene planned to travel leisurely while removing his tattoos. And when he recalled the pouch of gold coins he had received, he felt happy. However, the dukeâs good mood quickly faded away before even ten minutes had passed.
âSir. Do you know the one who calls himself Brantiaâs king? Can you tell me about him?â
âAh, it would be even better if you can tell us about the Dark Clanâs duke, the one who is said to be the kingâs guardian.â
âI heard that the duke is quite strong. How does he compare to my knights?â
âBy chance, is that duke a servant of the Caylor Kingdomâs king?â
Eugene regretted his decision to accompany the prince as he was bombarded with one question after another.
Clang!
âIâm not as shameless as to ask you for answers without a reward. I would appreciate it if you could tell me anything you know.â
Eugene reflexively snatched another bag of gold out of the air.
Did they think of him as a beggar? WhyâŠ
âSir! Gold again! He must be filthy rich!â the spirit excitedly whispered.
Eugene stared at the prince with a frown. âI was thinking about something else earlier, so I missed your questions. Please ask them again. I will answer to the best of my knowledge.â
Eugene felt extremely motivated. The additional income was much too large to be treated as a simple allowance.
It appeared that he had netted an innocent, ignorant-of-the-world customer.