How to Teach a Hero at the Academy Chapter 27 : Chapter 27

Chapter 27: The City That Doesn't Close Its Eyes (3)

Hall of Blade.

A reception hall occupying the second floor of the Imperial Palace's main building.

The blades lining the walls of this place held more aning than re decoration. For they were designed centuries ago to highlight the blade manufacturing thod that the Holy Nuros Empire had monopolized.

That was why the Hall of Blade was used for purposes such as royal weddings or receiving envoys. Important decisions that would occupy a paragraph in the history books were also often made in the Hall of Blade, and at the center of all those monts, the emperor was always present.

“Do you understand, my comrades.”

But now, the one occupying the seat of honor in the replicated Hall of Blade was Grand Duke Marchand.

Iris stood behind Grand Duke Marchand. With her light pink eyes narrowed, she was gauging the length of power that Grand Duke Marchand must have faced.

That's right. A table is a miniature version of power.

Its shape, material, and scale define the hierarchy.

Those gathered here must also know that.

“The capital is being threatened. By the specters of the 2nd Prince. The White Night Ball will not stand by and watch this matter. For our precious mber……”

Grand Duke Marchand looked back at Iris.

Beyond that, the gazes of the nobles sitting around the long table were also focused on Iris.

“……even if it is for the sake of the sincerity put in by the naless one.”

To not pronounce a mber's na publicly.

It was one of the rules that made up the White Night Ball. While it was possible to whisper in a private setting, during official etings, they referred to each other as the naless one.

‘It's as if we're playing house.’

Iris thought, giving a slight nod.

A naless one. There couldn't be a mber here who didn't know her. While they were all blatantly guessing each other's identities, they were just putting on a mask and pretending not to know. What was the difference between them and boys and girls playing?

The only difference was what they used as a toy.

“……Well, well.”

A young man opened his mouth.

Judging by his attire, he seed to be a new noble who had gained command through the military, the clergy, or wealth.

“To think there were still those who followed the 2nd Prince.”

A hearty laugh from the new noble that followed.

“Surely there are no comrades who harbor such thoughts? They are here in this very place. Those who hid in the shadow of the 2nd Prince during the Mirror War and filled their teacups with blood……”

The room fell silent.

It was a sign of affirmation. Around the ti the result of the Mirror War beca clear, so of the nobles who had followed the 2nd Prince laid down their power to avoid a purge. They had sought to have their lives guaranteed in exchange for offering their property, skills, or sothing else to the imperial family.

Iris had also been at the place where their treatnt was decided. She had watched the process of distinguishing those who were worthy of surviving, and she also knew the fact that so of the surviving nobles were present here.

‘Most of them must be unrelated to this matter.’

Iris concluded so.

It was the result of a light calculation. To a noble, power was close to a lifeline, and the possibility of those who had lost most of it taking a gamble was low. Because their funds had hit rock bottom.

‘But even if most are unrelated…….’

There must be a few nobles who are involved.

Because the temptation to gamble is unrelated to the presence or absence of funds. It's just that they have co to blindly believe a futile belief and have made a bad move.

Now that she knew of the existence of the apostates behind them, she could not overlook the existence of nobles who had been deluded by brainwashing or delusion through black magic, or by firm sweet talk.

At that mont, Abel's voice, flying into Iris's mind.

Iris fumbled in her overcoat's inner pocket. She opened a steel box containing snuff. After shaking the tobacco powder onto the back of her hand, she carefully inhaled it through the breathing hole drilled in her mask.

‘I should quit……, smoking.’

Iris let out a sigh.

Then she stood facing the table. While countless nobles sat around the table, there was no one trustworthy, and no one innocent.

Including herself.

‘In any case, my dear nobles…….’

Iris touched the table with her index finger.

Firmly, and.

At the sa ti as she put a light strength into her finger,

‘I'll instill a little bit of tension.’

──Koong!

The wide table, collapsing.

The surprised nobles scrambled back. Their widened gazes poured onto the shattered table, and while a few bewildered voices went back and forth,

- H, how unbearably unpleasant!

A shout that began to erupt from sowhere.

- What on earth is all this! Why are you all so busy looking at each other?

- I swear it! There is a traitor among us right now! A scoundrel who has turned his back on the loyalty he pledged to His Majesty, and is with those loathso people for sure…….

- How about we examine the magic device in the deepest part right now. Let's sort out the traitor based on the information recorded there.

- How pathetic. Even if the White Night Ball is operated through the secrets of noble society, there's no way they would have brazenly input a plan to invade the capital.

- By the way, how absurd. Who among us is truly loyal to the emperor? That brat is nothing but a scarecrow.

- Wh, what!

- The 2nd Prince is dead in the first place. What can the remnants of a dead prince's faction achieve? Assassinate the emperor? No way. The capital is firm to an excessive degree.

“You seem pleased.”

Grand Duke Marchand whispered to Iris.

“Did you tamper with the table beforehand? What an absurd sche. To overheat public opinion by making the table collapse.”

Iris gave a light nod.

It wasn't that she had installed sothing on the table. She had just mobilized pure strength. But it was true that she had intended to cause a dispute through a small incident.

In the first place, their discussion was not important. It was just to gather them in one place to make Abel's infiltration easier. Iris stared at the nobles from the position of a sheepdog monitoring livestock.

It was as the nobles had said among themselves. The achievents that the remnants of the 2nd Prince could seize in Naflansee were shabby. The capital would not fall. Nothing would change even if thousands of apostates were to attack. Because two mbers of ‘The Mother God's Left Hand’ were staying in the capital.

What Iris had sought to protect was the imperial authority.

At the sa ti, she was just preparing for the possible deaths of the commoners.

The clamor of the nobles, who had begun to argue loudly, would not easily subside. The suspicion towards each other would fan the flas to prove their innocence, and for Iris, all she had to do was push their backs.

If you are innocent, then cooperate. Just shouting so.

Livestock were managed by the barking of a sheepdog.

At Abel's communication, Iris shrugged her shoulders.

No need to worry.

They are just not stepping forward because their interests are intertwined,

The identity of the creator is self-evident, and.

Listening to Iris's continuing communication, Abel also gained insight into the identity of the creator without much difficulty.

- Draw swords.

- Draw swords.

- Draw swords.

The escort guards, drawing their swords.

The brand engraved on their faces caught Abel's attention.

A signature had been left. Along with the nas of the knights.

As if it were a work of art. The nas of the dead knights were like the titles of the works. The sharply scribbled signature of the creator was like the artist's na.

Abel recited the creator's na in his mind.

‘……Deserick de Saint-Pierre.’

The father of Abel's class student, Fleur de Saint-Pierre.

It was none other than the Marquis of Saint-Pierre.

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