Chapter 313 – 31. Strengthen Your Territory (3)
Mother Turregene, the myth of the great snowfields!
The heroine who once led the Muqali tribe crossed her arms and closed her eyes. This was because it was not something that could be solved by her blood-shot eyes flashing wildly. Although she lived as a tough housekeeper for a long time, she was a warrior at heart.
‘Let’s be patient, we have to be patient first.’
The most experienced warrior at the far northern limit soon calmly controlled his emotions. It is a fact that many people misunderstand, but unlike the affectionate nanny Anais, the strong godmother Turregene is a being who is able to spread fear.
‘First, they are Lady Marguerite’s guests. Of course, pretending to be obedient and sneaking out of the embassy is an unacceptable act. But that doesn’t mean it’s completely unbecoming of her age to act like she did in the past, and she probably won’t like him either…’
Although the woman comparable to the great warrior Tamir chose to live a life of a petty citizen, she did not put herself down enough to be generous even in the face of those who mocked the things that were precious to her.
‘Well, that’s right. But I can’t help but feel angry. What’s more, these kids who are less than a fistful of distance away from each other are providing the starting point for a rift between the master and the young lady. I want to destroy everyone who feels the same way.’
Anais, who had let out her anger by repeating her nonsense words to herself, sighed. At that time, she ran into the room where the cold wind was blowing through her broken window, glanced at it, and opened her mouth. It was because he was my husband, with an impressive slim physique.
“Anais!”
Accompanying him was the old knight’s close friend, butler Leonard, who was a clerk in the fishing village of Renan!
“Are you hurt anywhere?”
The normally quiet and gentle old man rushed towards her in a huff and opened his mouth. Since she was dressed in a suit lined with winter clothing, I moved a little slowly and traced the body of my wife, who was dressed in ordinary everyday clothes, here and there. Unlike me, who is no better than a firewood cigarette, she has a strong and sturdy physique and is rarely afraid of getting hurt.
“I’m fine. Rather, Mr. Peltier also came with us.”
The old man with graying hair and eyebrows nodded. Mathieu, whose muscles were strong for her age, had an unhappy expression on her face, just like my friend’s wife. It was a natural phenomenon caused by suppressing the anger rising from deep within.
“Could you please explain the situation first?”
“Of course.”
With a stern expression, Anais told me what happened just 10 minutes ago. He explained that he guided a group of less than a hundred combat nuns to the official residence, which was completely empty, and entrusted them with knights and soldiers borrowed from Mathieu to keep them under guard so that they would not go out.
“I was planning to go straight to Lady Marguerite and have a chat. Speaking of the Le Verrier Order of Combat Sisters, I have also heard of this group. It’s a story about enemies who worked as mercenaries, and some of them were tired of their bloody lives and chose to turn to religion. “I heard that these people have recently been organized into units and used.”
“I heard from Guillaume and Hugo that there was a lot of friction at the checkpoint as well. “They really wanted to execute our soldiers by putting them on an impromptu stake.”
“Among mercenaries who only care about money, there are many who kill or torture people for fun. Such people are usually unstoppable. It seems like this order of battle nuns is like that too. If I saw you trying to escape by breaking the window while I was gone…”
I was caught off guard because it was an official residence not far from the square. I thought complacently that even if I left my seat for a moment, I would come running right away.
“A knight and a soldier patrolling the area caught the sight and set out to stop it. It looks like he was immediately subdued. “I was injured by cutting my thigh with a knife, and if the wound had been a little deeper, I would have died from excessive bleeding.”
“Both? The work of an expert.”
“Yes, they both had the same area.”
“What happened to the knights and soldiers? Do you happen to know their names?”
“I called the person and evacuated him voluntarily so that he could receive treatment immediately. From now on, I have to report to Master Romuald for the rest. The knight’s name was Fabien Dupuy, and the soldier was a man named Antoine whom I saw at the family banquet yesterday.”
No, in reality, Anais was the first to grasp the situation. However, the collateral damage was severe. After confessing her mistake, she pointed towards her window. There was a very eerie atmosphere at the window where a rope made of torn bedsheets was hung.
“Damn it! “I heard that there were a lot of crazy fanatics in the Heavenly God Church, but I didn’t know they were like this.”
“As you can see from the expression ‘nuns,’ they are people who are nominally below ladies. The exception seemed to be the woman who was the Inquisitor. I think she might be the one who planned this unexpected action…”
That wasn’t what mattered now. Mathieu became angry, swearing. Contrary to my first impression, which was not good for one reason or another, I now knew the old knight. What was the reason that the Margrave of Lemoang was able to prosper so much?
Romuald Arden.
The existence of a wandering knight led those struggling in this land to happiness. There is no doubt about that fact. Therefore, knowing that he was being watched like a piece of chess to keep the other two factions in check, he did not care and quietly performed his role.
Furthermore, I was now willing to sincerely pledge loyalty to those under me.
Now that it’s already been a few years since Gérard Lemohan died, no one will bother to argue with that fact anymore. For the knights who treated the Baron as a stooge of the central government, whether from a moral or practical standpoint, this festival following the duel trial was a good opportunity to improve their relationship with him.
“Leonard, it seems the situation is more serious than I thought.”
“… “Why?”
“Not only me, but Fabien, Guillaume, and Hugo, we now have no objection to following the Baron. The master raised by you grew up to be a great leader of this land, and the knights were ready to take the oath of loyalty.”
The problem is that the nuns called by the Baron’s half-sister are openly exercising their authority. Still, it was still within the scope of what could be handled, but if things like trying to burn the soldiers working at the checkpoint, cutting down the knight under me, Fabian, and Antoine, the Baron’s confidant, and then leaving at will, the situation would get out of control. It becomes.
“Anyway, they are guests of Abbot Marguerite Dior. It would seem hard to believe that a nobleman who is at the top of the female world of the Gallic Celestial Order would not be able to control the believers under him, even if he were a crazy fanatic running rampant on the streets of Amman.”
“Hmm.”
“Naturally, discord will sprout. No one would immediately doubt the Baron after what he has done for us, but I doubt he would even trust his sister. Therefore, if this matter is not resolved, the mastermind will be pointed out as the person behind it…”
“Your legitimacy will be greatly damaged. You will not be able to fulfill your loyalty oath as planned, and in the worst case, the factionalism within the territory may intensify, leading to a civil war.”
That was it. Mathieu nodded his head heavily. As a swordsman, he was ignorant of politics, but as a knight, he was not ignorant of the importance of practicality and justification. If those who can be seen as guests of the Baron of Ardennes, at least nominally, continue to cause accidents like this, the situation will naturally become dangerous.
“We need to come up with a plan, honey.”
Anais said, pulling Leonard’s collar.
“First, let’s go to Master Romuald and inform him of the situation, right?”
“That’s right, Leonard. “I think it’s important for me to do that now.”
Because of his light body, he was a butler who was slowly dragged while standing. Still, Leonard, who was pondering something as if lost in thought, soon grabbed a handful of his beard, stroked it, and thought about it.
“… Maybe he really isn’t that Inquisitor.”
“Yes? What do you mean?”
“Anais, you know about the feelings that Lady Marguerite has for Master Romuald. Moreover, he also tells us how he rose from his time in the monastery to where he is now. Yes, she is a quiet and kind person. But when he was angry, he was just as scary.”
The old butler’s head spun. It is completely understandable if you think that the riot at the checkpoint was a form of reporting revealing their presence. In fact, looking at the fact that after Rom appeared, and they intuitively realized that they would not be an opponent and gave in easily, it can be said that Le Verrier was very clever.
“I arrived at this conclusion because of several questions. Master asked you to use your power to prevent the nuns from doing anything foolish. In fact, they didn’t even dare to leave the residence until my lovely wife left her place.”
Human beings are naturally more confident the more they have numbers. For such highly trained nuns, it is safe to say that their level of skill can be gauged, even if they do not even know the name of Mother Turregene. But will the gap be felt clearly enough to avoid fighting altogether?
“After putting the nuns in the public residence, you tried to go straight to Lady Marguerite. I was going to go talk to her and discuss what she was thinking. “If you think about the personality of Anais, this is a very normal way of thinking.”
“Thank you, but what does that have to do with the topic now?”
“If there were someone who knew your identity and skills and could predict the radius of your actions, wouldn’t they have said this? Avoid fighting as much as possible, and it won’t be long before they leave, so if you want to attack them, take advantage of that opportunity. Like this.”
Mathieu, who had been listening quietly, wiggled his eyebrows. My friend, who had a long history as a butler of a famous central family, was already convincing himself with his skillful reasoning like an old monster.
“It’s Lady Marguerite. To get you to come to him on purpose, he made a play by saying he would make an appointment for tomorrow and then conveyed his intention in some way. Only then can you pretend not to notice when something goes wrong.”
“… So as not to cause trouble to Master Romuald even if the plot is discovered in an emergency? If so, no way!”
It was correct. The Heretic Questioner is merely a surveillance officer. It is Marguerite Dior who commands the Le Verrier Battle Sisters. She, who was going crazy with the sole intention of ensuring that her half-brother would never experience the same sorrow again, was stretching out her powers with a surprisingly thorough plan.
So much so that even the nanny and butler, who declared themselves as precious family members, were involved in silence.
“Have you ever heard anything the nuns said? Even just in passing.”
“I remember some people in the lower ranks reciting the name of some nobleman and saying that they must secure evidence.”
“Then it’s obvious. They’re probably trying to capture evidence from the Count of Poitiers, Loringen, and Baron Brienne. With that, we will start by seizing the weak points to control from foreign powers. In that case, all that remains is to help Master Romuald secure power in this territory.”
“I’m sorry for interrupting the couple’s conversation, but for your information, all three of the noble women you mentioned are staying in this city today. If they suffer any damage due to the nuns, the Margrave’s position will be greatly affected…”
The elderly butler and the old knight looked at each other’s faces and broke into a cold sweat. You might be wondering why I was sweating in this cold, but it was because the crisis was so absurd.
“I heard that you won the duel trial in the eastern part of the country and gained the right to purchase shares of Uestveda.”
“If you even provide an excuse to demand compensation, it could be taken away by the Count of Poitiers, Loringen, or Baron Brienne. “Not by force, but by going to trial and going through the legal process.”
“Tsk, then it’s not the time to be like this! Mr. Peltier and I will immediately go to the place where those noble ladies are staying, so you can quickly go and inform the master!”
A single blow from a jealous half-sister was about to completely destroy her younger brother’s life.
