At the sa ti.
In another palace within the Queen’s residence, a noble scion sat at a desk, yet remained indifferent to the nurous docunts piled up on the desk, appearing sowhat restless.
"Your Highness."
A swordsman dressed in black silently appeared in the corner of the room, hiding himself in the darkness, and knelt on one knee before the noble scion.
"Speak."
The noble scion did not look up, nor did he turn to face the other person.
In such a situation, the other person spoke with utmost respect.
"The ’puppet’ has already entered Ulvashi, now at the gate of the Queen’s palace."
Upon hearing this, the noble scion’s pupils suddenly contracted.
"...Is that so?"
After a mont, the noble scion murmured as if talking to himself.
"So, Claude Ogman has failed, is that it?"
The amount of information in that statent was substantial.
Claude Ogman, as the Sword Saint of the Tistis Kingdom, whose strength was enough to be ranked in the top three, failed to keep the "puppet" from reaching Ulvashi and arriving at the Queen’s palace, which could only an one thing.
That is, there exists a formidable power capable of repelling Claude Ogman, even preventing the Sword Saint’s return.
"Reiger Brillhaut..."
At that mont, the noble scion realized that the mysterious magician capable of having the Sword Saint by his side as an attendant must be the rumored Thunder Light Sword Saint himself.
Otherwise, Claude Ogman wouldn’t have gone and never returned, with no news arriving yet.
But... why?
Why did they arrive in the Tistis Kingdom at this mont?
Coincidence?
Or... were there hidden motives?
"Incidentally mingling with the ’puppet,’ is this really a coincidence?"
The noble scion only felt more restless at heart.
Seeing the noble scion’s state, the man in black hidden in the dark corner spoke in a deep voice imdiately.
"Should we..."
The man in black made a throat-slashing gesture.
In response, the noble scion still didn’t even look at him, only spoke coldly.
"We didn’t succeed outside, and now that the ’puppet’ is about to enter the Queen’s palace, do you think we still have a chance of success?"
"Even if we succeeded, taking action here would only hand Olivia those people evidence against us."
"If we really do it, not only would I fall into an abyss, but it would also benefit those won."
Upon hearing this, the man in black lowered his head and said no more.
The noble scion pondered with a face full of uncertainty, then suddenly spoke up, "Go and make preparations; we will go et them."
"Yes."
The man in black replied, blending into the darkness, disappearing without a trace.
The noble scion stood up, took a golden robe from the nearby coat rack, and draped it over himself.
Then, the noble scion left the place.
...
"So they’ve finally co?"
A female voice sounded in the well-lit small room.
This was a small room not very large in area, designed openly, connected to an outdoor balcony.
The room contained no excess furniture, only a small white table, a small white chair, and a tea cart.
A woman about the sa age as Ivy, perhaps slightly older, sat on the small white chair, with delicate pastries and a steaming cup of tea on the small white table before her, obviously enjoying her afternoon tea.
"Yes, Your Highness."
Beside the dignified-looking woman, a pretty maid was also reporting respectfully.
"They entered Ulvashi on transportation pulled by magical beasts, heading directly toward the Queen’s palace, and are now at the main gate, about to enter."
"Whether it’s that ’puppet’ or the mysterious magician ntioned in the intelligence and his followers, all reached here unhard."
"It seems that the resistance forces aware of the ’puppet’s’ existence, led by the Luke Kingdom, have all failed, including Prince Hothari."
"Everyone has failed."
Upon hearing the maid’s report, the woman, also referred to as "Your Highness," frowned her elegant brows.
"Reiger Brillhaut, is it?"
Recalling the na ntioned in the information, the woman whispered to herself.
"Could it really be him? But why would he co to the Tistis Kingdom and associate himself with the ’puppet’?"
The woman clearly started overthinking as well; although not as restless as the noble scion, her brows remained furrowed.
"It’s all because of the Beryl family ddling in others’ affairs, a re Earl daring to act out of line, truly deserving of death."
The maid spat out words full of murderous intent before her mistress.
"That doesn’t co as a surprise." The woman calmly responded, "Earl Beryl is considered one of the elder generation in the noble circle, always loyal to the majesty, tends to lean towards the Princess faction that upholds the kingdom’s tradition, yet never publicly takes sides. Strictly speaking, he doesn’t belong to either the Princess or the Prince faction but is a steadfast supporter of the Queen."
"After the majesty secluded herself in the bedchamber and divided the political power between the Princess and Prince factions, Earl Beryl made several attempts to seek audiences with the majesty, only to never receive permission."
"Over ti, the old Earl probably started suspecting, suspecting whether the majesty had been secretly hard by us in the power struggle, preventing her from appearing."
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