Ian was confused for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses. Then he asked, just in case.
âCome to think of it, what is Sir Huntillâs first name?â
âItâs Alexander, Your Highness.â
Alexander Huntill.
Again, it was not Zabeth Huntill.
âCould it be that the two acted as a team and were called so?â
However, as far as Ian knew, Zabeth Huntill was the name of one person.
The individual who left a very special history in the Northern Expedition.
There was no way to mistake such a man.
But that wasnât important now.
âIt doesnât matter whether that name refers to one person or two people using the same name.â
All he needed was their ability.
Only their abilities, hailed to be genius among combat engineers, were said to be sufficient.
So, he needed to check something.
âThen, I take it that both of you will be in charge of my logistics and support from now on, right?â
âI intend to do so. Is there a problem?â
âYes. I need something, but I donât know if Sister can do it.â
â??â
Ian passed a note to the Second Princess.
What was written on it were the items needed for this conquest. No, these were the things Ian thought were necessary.
However, after checking the entire list of items, the Second Princessâs expression became strange.
âYou want me to prepare all of these? This much?â
âYes. Is it possible?â
ââŠâ
The Second Princess looked at Ian as if it was absurd.
Was that why Ian said that it would never be possible to use an ordinary supply officer?
The quantity was one thing, but there was some stuff that didnât make sense.
Sure enough.
âThere are no official supplies of this level. Even if I am responsible for the household of the royal family, the amount is determined immediately after the successorsâŠâ
âBut isnât it possible for you, sister?â
ââŠ?â
At Ianâs words, the Second Princess frowned.
âThis kid⊠Does he know something about me?â
No, it must be a bluff.
Thinking so, the Second Princess smiled.
âLetâs talk this out slowly. I think you overestimate me. I appreciate the kind words, but thereâs a limit to whatâs on the market. Itâs not like I can make things in the blink of an eyeâŠâ
âYes, I already took that into consideration. I want you to make it right now.â
âWhat? I canât accept such ridiculous demandsâŠâ
âYou are acquainted with the royal blacksmiths, arenât I right?â
ââŠ!!â
âMaybe itâll be possible if we mobilize all the royal blacksmiths from now on.â
âNoâŠâ
The Second Princessâs eyes shook.
Thatâs true, but how did he know her secret that no one else knew? No, it was more shocking that Ian knew the capabilities of the royal blacksmiths.
But Ian smiled.
âThe supplies of the royal palace that my sister is managing and the royal blacksmiths. If you use two of them, it should be possible. No, is that probable?â
Ian clearly had correctly read the Second Princessâs trump card.
Unable to escape any longer, she waved the white flag.
âI donât know how you knew, but fine. But I think weâre running out of time.â
âIf you hurry from now on, it will be possible.â
âYoungest, the distance between this place and the royal castle isâŠâ
âIf it is you, you must have a little special contact network, right?â
ââŠâ
Itâs a special means of communication she received from the royal blacksmiths.
The Second Princess was not in a situation to ask how Ian knew that.
She sent her brother a stare with a hint of suspicion.
And seeing her unusually raised guard, Ian smiled inwardly.
âIâll be in trouble if I push her any further. I should give her carrots now.â
Ian whispered in the Second Princessâs ear.
âSister, you have been going through a lot. Iâll give you a gift instead.â
âWhat?â
âIf I become king, I will put you in the position of chancellor.â
ââŠ?!â
The Second Princess seemed greatly surprised.
Thatâs right, itâs one of the Second Princessâs long-cherished wishes.
It was to become the first female chancellor who never existed in Kaisteinâs long history. Even the First Princess would not allow that.
Ian smiled.
âArenât you more interested in that position than being king?â
ââŠ!â
Of course, the Second Princess did not immediately believe Ianâs words. She asked with a rather suspicious look.
âI donât know how in the world you knew that, but Iâm not that easyâŠâ
âIf you want, Iâll make a pledge to you. In return, youâll have to thoroughly help me become king.â
The Second Princess shut her mouth.
Instead of giving up the improbable throne, her dream that she thought she had long forgotten began to bloom before her eyes.
Perhaps thatâs why.
âAlright, but Iâll take the pledge after this. I will receive it when my work is done.â
âI believe in you, sister.â
âYou should be. If you fail even after I airlifted all of this, Iâll judge you as never having the competence to be king from the beginning.â
âI should also check my sisterâs abilities this time.â
Ian laughed.
While the two were talking, Huntill, who had been listening from the sidelines, observed Ian with discerning eyes.
âWell, he is not an ordinary prince.â
It wasnât just because of the way he had that outstanding Second Princess dancing to his tune.
To be more precise, it was the list of supplies he asked to pack.
Items that were easily obtainable, not necessary for a fight but essential for a war. Those were things that most Kaistein knights and generals overlooked.
âShovels, axes, and even extra sacks. Theyâre tools that can be used for military engineering.â
The shovels and wood were useful for digging and felling trees. The sacks were indispensable items for making trenches through camp construction.
And as a soldier who had risen to the rank of a supply officer, he could say for sure.
âThe Seventh Prince knows very well about war as well as politics.â
Warfare and strategy were not the only ways to win a war. There was nothing like military engineering to pressure the opponent.
So, Huntill was curious about something.
âMilitary engineeringâs true value is revealed in defense rather than offense. But the Seventh Prince said he would conquer Bahara in the shortest time.â
Most Kaistein people were very aggressive.
They believed that the best defense was offense and even considered military engineering, the defensive technique of building a garrison, insignificant. But he wondered why Ian packed up the work tools.
However, Ian asked first before he managed to.
âSir Huntill, what is the name of your child or wife? Or do you have a brother or sister?â
Ian looked like he hadnât given up on finding Zabeth Huntill yet.
Alexander Huntill had a middle-aged, solemn face.
Ian was sure that there must be a family or sibling.
But it was a mistake.
âIâm an only child and still single.â
ââŠâ
Ian found it was too bad.
He thought he was middle-aged with that serious look on his face.
Finally, Huntill added a word with a determined expression, as if Ian shouldnât have asked.
âAnd Iâm still in my twenties.â
ââŠâ
That was the end of the conversation between the two.
Huntillâs expression had turned stony after Ian stepped on a landmine with his last question. Even the Second Princess sent him a weird gaze, wondering why he asked such things.
Ian clicked his tongue inwardly.
âHave you been in the army for a long time? Why do you look so old?â
But the water had already spilled.
It seemed like he needed to postpone his search for Zabeth Huntill for a little while.
***
Inside a huge palace stained with blood.
Fallen bodies were strewn all around, creating a river of blood streaming down the place. This was the heart of Bahara, Balrog.
On the throne, there sat a young man stained with blood.
âThis seat is more comfortable than I thought, Father.â
He looked down with an arrogant expression.
Before him lay the king of Bahara.
The king barely managed to open his mouth in a dying voice.
âWhy⊠son? That position will be yours anywayâŠâ
âThatâs why I told you to hurry up and get ready for war. Itâs your fault for ignoring it, Father.â
âO⊠only for that reason?â
âSigh⊠How can you survive without having a sense of reality, Father? Do you have any idea how many countries out there are targeting this place right now?â
The man who purged his own father and usurped the throne.
He was Arak, the crown prince of Bahara and called the First Warrior.
Arakâs face twisted ferociously as he snapped.
âIf the throne is going to be taken away by others anyway, I might as well sit on it before it happens. If it were me, Iâd be able to stop all of them, be it Kaistein or Cantum.â
âDid you think I was just playing around? I, tooâŠâ
When King Bahara was about to say something.
Arak rose from the throne and slowly approached the king.
And.
Squelch!
âAaaaargh!â
He cut off the kingâs hand with his own sword.
In an instant, the kingâs blood spurted, drenching his face. However, Arak flashed a sickening smile, his fatherâs blood trickling down his face.
âThatâs proof of your stupidity, Father. All we, the great Bahara warriors, do is make a secret agreement with those Cantum rats. In the end, we were only used.â
âThatâsâŠâ
âI heard that my poor youngest brother was even caught by the youngest prince of Kaistein. The idiot my father tried to have him sit here instead of me.â
The kingâs eyes shook at Arakâs words.
His eyes were full of disbelief. He kept it a tight secret, but how could his son come to know it?
Nevertheless, Arak burst out laughing.
âAll the people you trusted were my aides. Thanks to you, I learned something interesting.â
âSo you killed all those who followed me? That will only exhaust national power. Eventually, this country will fall into the hands of others.â
No matter how great Arak the First Warrior was, he could not handle a power leak of this degree. After all, they were facing two countries aiming for this place.
However, Arak burst into laughter.
âMy father has indeed gone senile. Did you think I wouldnât even think that far?â
âI⊠raised a wolf.â
âNo, I am not just any wolf. I am the man who will raise this Bahara back to what it used to be, unlike my incompetent father. So, watch over from hell, my dearest father. I will sever the neck of the youngest prince who destroyed the honor of Bahara, hang it in front of the Bahara palace, and strike Kaistein, further unifying this kingdom.â
Arak raised an eyebrow seeing the kingâs gaze.
âI guess Your Majesty doesnât trust me. What do you think? Can you tell me?â
With those words, someone appeared from behind the pillar.
His whole body was covered with a black robe, but his face was oddly familiar to the king.
Of course, he recognized him.
He was the man who had visited this country often as a merchant.
The king shouted in surprise.
âYou must be KaisteinâsâŠ!â
âGreetings, Your Majesty. I apologize we have to meet like this.â
Itâs Duke Garcia of Kaisteinâs eldest son, Ceres.
He had a mysterious smile on his face. But this didnât make any sense. Why did the ducal family of Kaistein help Arak?
No way. The man Arak believed inâŠ
The king shouted in a hurry.
âDonât be fooled! That guy is from Kaisteinâ!â
âYou mean Ceres Garcia. Iâm well aware of it.â
âBut whyâŠâ
âThere is a saying that the enemy of an enemy is a friend. And it is not the Garcia family that I believe in.â
Ceres beckoned to his back at Arakâs fishy smile.
Then, people who had been committing slaughter in the kingdom until now appeared. Their entire bodies were clad in robes, similar to the Secret Special Force but different in nature.
The king was speechless for a moment.
âNo⊠no way? Were you the ones who killed the royal warriors?â
âI lent my men, though it may be lacking. I came in easily thanks to the help of the crown prince, no, His Majesty Arak.â
The king urgently shouted to Arak.
âSon! Listen to me, those peopleââ
But right at that instant.
Slash!
Arak swung his sword at the king. The king couldnât even cry out his last words. He took his last breath just like that.
âAh⊠no. Those guys will eventually destroy this kingdomâŠâ
Thus, the king of Bahara died a lonely death.
After everything was over, Arak sat back on the throne.
Then he opened his mouth arrogantly.
âWell, then. Since you kept your promise, is it my turn now?â
âEverything is at your disposal.â
Arak and Garcia exchanged glances.
This had never happened in Ianâs previous life. The butterflyâs wings were flapping violently.
***
âCheck the situation in Bahara.â
âPrepare to attack Bahara!â
Under the great mountain range.
The successors and nobles who arrived at the border of Bahara seemed to be burning with anticipation.
War was on the horizon.
However, Ian furrowed his eyebrows.
âHe is not here yet.â
Ian looked at the excited soldiers.
âIf the letter had arrived, he should have arrived first.â
Ian was just waiting for someone.
That person was a necessary force for this Northern Expedition.
âI got a reply that he was definitely coming.â
Strangely, he still hadnât arrived.
âIs there a problem?â
However, as he entered the barracks, Ian soon smiled upon seeing a falcon that had just arrived.
And it was then.
âUmmâŠâ
â!â
Another person Ian had been waiting for appeared.
It was none other than Heinley.
He had never looked for Ian since he was caught.
But.
âWhy didnât you report my betrayal to Kaistein?â
ââŠâ
Ian raised the corners of his mouth.
As a matter of fact, Ian had not mentioned Heinleyâs betrayal at the gathering of all the successors despite the opportunity to shake a duke of Kaistein.
The reason was simple.
âIn order to bring down Garcia, I need an inside ally.â
Garcia had more wealth than he thought, practically enough to build a country.
And Ian couldnât get back at him just by being a king.
If it was that duke, he could either go into exile or become king elsewhere. No, he would rather attack Ian instead.
Therefore, Heinley or Karan was an absolute must for his revenge.
âBut Karan alone is not enough. Duke Garcia is not an easy opponent.â
Of course, the eldest son was out of the question.
âHe must have used another way.â
Ian turned his back.
âIf thatâs all you have to say, go away. I donât want to see the face of the scoundrel who tried to sell my information to the empire.â
At that very moment, Heinley knelt down, biting his lips.
Only then did Ian look at him with interest.
Heinley shouted in desperation.
âIâll do anything. Please save me from my father, Your Highness!â
Seeing Heinleyâs desperate face, Ianâs lips curled up into a smile as if he had been waiting for it.