Chapter 59

Chapter 59: 59 \nI got dressed, rather than dressed, and I was rocked by a carriage, along with Marius and Camilo. It makes me look so flashy. It was only salvation that Thermia and Rike hadn’t seen this figure.\n

“Don’t be so angry. You want to see” fake ”too, right?

Camilo picks it up.

“I’m not saying I don’t want to see…”

A family heirloom bestowed by the king, it would be more than that if it were, and if he asks if he doesn’t care, he decides to care.

“This is my request. I’ve got you both involved, and I want you both to know about the upside.”

Marius says. I have no objection to that either.

“So why did I have to wear these clothes?

That’s the only thing I’m hooked on.

“If you say it without covering it up, you can’t just have a blacksmith present at the place where you say it. I think I’m talking nonsense. So I put on my noble clothes.”

Marius answers.\n

“So, Eizo is supposed to be my guest from the north. They’re bringing some Karel, too, so taking a guest won’t be an issue. It would be more convenient to declare a recapture in the presence of a third party, if it were Karel. Same with Lord Camilo. I guess you expect the story to spread on the pedestrian information network. Otherwise, there’s no way that Karel would approve of attending a” pedestrian. “

“I see.”

”Per pedestrian” would be Karel’s word, not Marius. Marius is supposed to be the next Count, but ”progressive” for a nobleman. If you guard in the city, you will see all sorts of people, and is the experience alive? To say that pedestrians are good and blacksmiths are no good is not a story I don’t understand when I think about spreading information.

“You mean it’s all gonna be on the back.”

“Don’t be.”

Being seen by a third party that says I, or by a pedestrian with an information network that says Camilo, can only result in spreading Karel’s failures. Karel’s bringing in friends and acquaintances also produces the same result. I hope you’ll just admit it. I couldn’t help but think so.

Eventually we arrive at a large mansion. Is this the house of the Earl of Amur?

This is Sir Menzel’s apartment.

Marius tells me, but that’s a name I don’t hear.

“Sir Menzel is the Marquis of this country.”\nCamilo followed me. Does the Marquis mean one thing above the Count?

“Heh. You’ve come to an elusive place”

“In the old knowledge that my father was Sir Menzel. Younger than my father, but I was being cordial. Even on that edge, I’m entrusted with ruling on the matter.”

It is Marius who says so. I see. I guess a report to the King would also be direct if it was about the Marquis.

When you get off the carriage at the mansion, a servant, or a polite young man of your waist, will guide you and let you through to the large room. When we got here, nobody was in the room yet. Marius sat in her seat, so we sit down near there. I don’t really know what to do next when I say this, but it doesn’t seem as different from the world before. The sword of the ”real” family heirloom, wrapped in cloth, rests by Marius.

Slightly, three men came in. One of them has an invincible grin. Anyway, it looks like Marius, so is that Karel? It’s not a face that I shouldn’t have. I guess I happen to be blind to greed…… I guess the other two are people of that status, too. Karel and the others sit back in a position facing us.

Until Karel got here, he was kind of chatting with us in a whisper, but he kept his mouth shut as soon as he came in.

Some further from there came a magnificent man in luxurious clothes. He has a disappointing body and a perfectly groomed moustache and hair. Is that the Marquis Menzel? We stand together. When the Marquis sat in his seat, he urged us to take a seat as well.

“Now, the sword of the family heirloom was taken from the Amur family, and Lord Karel took it back?

The Marquis asks the Karels. It makes me think that most humans would tremble if they were yelled at with this voice, with a low, quiet voice, which must be the image they receive from a disappointed body.

\n“May I have one?”

“I don’t mind. Say it.”

Marquis urges.

“The only reason I seemed slow was because that family heirloom was fake. The real thing was on hand, so we thought we should just twitch and hunt down the thieves. I just want you to know that I’m very much reflecting on what it looked like to have my hands around, but it’s the difference between cleaning it up quickly, twitching, hunting it down, and tightening it up.”

“Hmm?”

The Marquis raises a frown on Marius’ counterattack. I heard a noise saying Gatan, so when I looked over there, Karel would have stood up unexpectedly.

“Here’s the real thing.”

He unwrapped the cloth that Marius had placed beside him and put out a sword that fit in his sheath. Give me my ”real” sword.