Loyal, Latilda, Anna, and Dalmar were staying on the second floor of a barbershop, tucked away in a corner of Normant. Their choice of accommodation was due to a doctor. The barber, Morten, was not known for his hair-cutting skills, but his medical expertise was unparalleled. Having had a military experience, he was adept at stitching up sword wounds. Dalmar’s recovery had been swift under his care.
“Why not go to the royal court if you needed a doctor? I may not be familiar with the ways of Camort, but someone of your stature, Latilda, surely would receive special treatment at the court?” Loyal inquired, surveying the vicinity from a nearby window. Latilda stood beside him, curious about what had grabbed his attention. There was not much to see. Only children running around a cluttered alley with laundry hanging everywhere. The resonating scold of a woman telling the children to stop running filled the air.
Far off along the main street, a boisterous procession was visible. It seemed another noble had arrived. Such processions had been quite a common sight throughout the day.
“Of course, if I request, the royal court would provide a separate room for me. They have a guest palace for that purpose. But I do not wish to be indebted to them. The royal court is, in essence, Count Lumerier’s domain. Would you be comfortable staying in a room offered by an enemy?”
“Can we trust this barber?”
“He is someone who helped my father immensely during his younger days. He is also a man who doesn’t forget the help he has received.”
“In my homeland, a barber belongs to a high earning profession. But even so, the meals and treatment he bestows upon you are far from ordinary.”
“He has cared for me like a daughter since my childhood.”
‘But things are not the same now. He seems uncomfortable around me. Perhaps Morten would no longer greet my father with a hug or a friendly pat.’
Latilda spoke with feigned enthusiasm.
“Let’s talk about tonight. The party begins at six, but we will go at seven. Anna will provide a suit for you. It was meant for Dalmar, but given he is bedridden, you should wear it.”
Latilda appraised Loyal’s physique with a tilt of her head.
“You seem slim, but surprisingly muscular. Dalmar is on the larger side, so I was worried. But I believe it will fit you.”
Loyal only shrugged his shoulders.
“But Loyal, didn’t you mention you had business to attend to in Normant? If you have prior engagements, you can attend to them first.”
“Yes, I need to meet my friends. But they will seek me out first, so there is no need to worry.”
Latilda was curious as to how that could be possible, but she refrained from asking.
“Fine. But when you go out, make sure to inform me.”
Loyal responded with a smile instead of a verbal reply.
Latilda returned to her room. As she shut the door and leaned against it, she realized how her feelings for Loyal had begun to change. A childlike excitement, which she thought she had forgotten, was stirring within her.
‘That’s ridiculous. It’s natural to be attracted to a kind person, but it’s just a momentary infatuation. I need to forget about it.’
With these thoughts, Latilda looked out of her window to calm herself. Even though her bond with her hometown of Denmoju had faded, she could not get used to the rigid atmosphere of Normant, no matter how often she visited.
Even though it was the city of the king, the places away from the main roads were just clusters of narrow, rundown houses. Children who had been running around earlier collided with an old man struggling uphill with a cart full of fruit. The fruit tumbled onto the street. The children fled, leaving the old man cursing under his breath.
A woman, who was previously hanging laundry, got distracted by a passerby and began to chat, forgetting about her task.
An older man seated at a table playing chess, was shouting at his younger opponent, but his words were indistinct.
‘At least, this place is not a battlefield.’
To change into her dress, Latilda undressed and stood in front of a mirror. As she looked at her body in the mirror clad in her undergarments, a familiar wave of disgust welled up.
‘Why am I dressing up, putting on beautiful clothes, emphasizing my waist and chest with this kind of dress? It’s like the war is all my fault.’
Latilda often found it unbearable to endure the finger-pointing of those around her, who claimed that the war had erupted because of her. Even hearing that she had merely become a sacrificial lamb amid the impending war between the two counts from the very beginning didn’t alleviate her distress.
A knock sounded at her door.
“Come in.”
Latilda responded without even looking in the direction of the door.
The door didn’t open, but Loyal’s voice came through.
“May I enter? It seems like you’re changing your clothes.”
“No, you can’t!”
Latilda instinctively covered her chest with the clothes she was changing out of.
“Ah, then I’ll just tell you from here. I will step out briefly to meet a friend.”
“A…friend?”
Latilda gave a fake cough before asking her question.
“Where are you going?”
“To the rooftop here.”
“Huh? Okay. Go ahead.”
“I will be back soon.”
The sound of Loyal’s footsteps receded. Latilda let out a short breath and dropped the clothes she had been clutching. She then slumped onto the bed.
‘I just acted like a ten-year-old. Don’t let it affect you. He’s leaving soon. What’s the point if I’m the one who’s shaken first?’
Latilda took a moment to compose herself. Then, she began to analyze her feelings.
‘Why am I so disturbed? No, think about it! It’s ridiculous. He’s kind, unusually so. But is that enough for him to steal my heart? Me? Latilda Johnstein, the daughter of the Red Rose Count?’
The only man to whom Latilda had ever given her heart was the youngest son of Count Lumerier. The man had frozen at the sight of Latilda, dropping his wine glass during a party. The memory of him struggling to utter a word when he stood in front of her was fresh in her mind. His name was Regeni Lumerier.
Unlike the men who boldly admired her beauty and confessed their love, or those who had ulterior motives of eyeing the Red Rose Count’s wealth and approached her, Regeni could not even make eye contact with her. His lack of self-confidence, his eagerness to please her despite not knowing what to do, was endearing and trustworthy to her.
Latilda accepted his courtship and offered her hand. With that single touch, Regeni pledged his life and love, risking everything.
Everything happened in an instant. Her father, who usually didn’t show any ambition, became overly excited at the fact that the man was the son of the Black Lion Count. Moreover, he demanded an astronomical amount for the dowry. Laughably, Count Lumerier accepted these outrageous terms and approved of the engagement, arranging an engagement ceremony as grand as a wedding ceremony.
What followed was a sequence of nightmares.
Her father’s unilateral divorce declaration, the attack from the Black Lion Knights, counterattacks, war…
‘Looking back, I barely had any conversations with Regeni. He only saw my face. He didn’t know what flowers I like, what food I enjoy, what music I listen to, what dreams I have. He didn’t even try to know. And I didn’t know anything about Regeni either. I didn’t try to know anything.’
Someone knocked again. This time, it was Anna.
Upon entering, Anna placed a neatly arranged dress on the bed.
“You look troubled again. What complex thoughts are you having?”
“It’s not complex. I’m just having some very simple thoughts.”
As Latilda dressed with Anna’s help, she revealed her innermost thoughts.
“Don’t tighten it too much. I want to eat whatever I want comfortably today. I feel like I’m going to crack my tongue from eating dry bread for days.”
“As you wish.”
Anna tied the corset’s knots up to a reasonable limit.
“So, what were you thinking about?”
Anna asked. Latilda poured out her thoughts from earlier. Upon hearing them, Anna responded with an unexpectedly harsh comment.
“So, are you planning to mutilate your face? Then you’ll be able to determine whether the love based solely on appearance was true or not.”
“Even if that’s a good idea, it’s too late. If I were to do it, I should have done it the moment Regeni confessed his love.”
“It’s not too late even now. Consume six meals a day, and take snacks in between. Switch from wine to beer, and discard your odd hobby of running three laps around the garden every dawn. Instead, start your mornings lying in bed, munching on bread slathered with honey. That’s how the usual noble ladies live.”
Anna replied with an expressionless face.
“It’s better than swordplay.”
“Lady, beauty is not a sin.”
“You didn’t mention me being beautiful in what you just said, did you?”
“You mentioned you have a face that even Regeni has fallen for. Do you know how many women want to be like you? At today’s party, the nobles will probably come to see the legendary knights from Aranthia, but once you appear, you’ll attract all the attention. They would do anything to find out about the food, drink, clothes, perfumes, cosmetics, and lifestyle habits you have.”
“Are there people who ask such things about me?”
“There have been three ladies trying to secretly employ me. They offered about five times the salary I’m getting now. Of course, their aim is to find out about your lifestyle.”
“Oh my. Are you indirectly saying that your current salary is low?”
“Not at all. Wouldn’t you buy me anything I needed? I live serving a generous lady like you, what use do I have for a salary?”
Anna’s tone, with her hardened expression, made it hard to tell if it was a joke or not. But Latilda smiled contentedly.
“Thank you. I feel better.”
Latilda stood in front of the mirror after getting fully dressed.
Anna nodded her head in satisfaction.
“No lady present today should dare raise her head in front of you.”
Latilda’s hair, as red as a rose, laid gently on top of the white lace covering her voluptuous red skirt. Latilda wore the striking red and white solely because it was her father’s preference, but she didn’t dislike these strong colors.
“I feel good about what you said, and I like this dress. That makes me feel like I’m being too much of a hypocrite compared to when I was lamenting my situation earlier.”
As she finished her makeup and was helping Latilda with her ruby earrings, Loyal returned.
“It’s Loyal. May I come in?”
“Come in.”
Loyal carefully opened the door and entered, momentarily stunned when he saw Latilda.
“You look truly beautiful.”
Latilda nodded slightly and asked.
“Did you meet your friend?”
“Yes. I told him I would continue to be Latilda’s bodyguard in Normant.”
“Thank you. Your friend didn’t come in with you? I would’ve liked to greet him.”
“He’s not much for meeting people… You’ll probably meet him after the work is done. He said he’ll be staying in Normant, so you can visit him anytime after my work is over.”
“That’s good for me. Go to the room first. We’ll be leaving soon.”
“Yes, Latilda.”
Loyal bowed respectfully and retreated.
Anna, who had been combing Latilda’s hair, suddenly asked.
“Do you trust that man?”
“Huh? The situation has come this far, and now you ask me if I trust him or not?”
“Not about that. Do you think he’s really an ordinary mercenary or wandering knight?”
Latilda didn’t answer. She felt that she shouldn’t know. It seemed that if she knew, he would leave.
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The barber Morton, without even being asked, rented an expensive carriage and even attached two white horses.
Even those passing by had to stop when they saw Latilda walking out of the barbershop. Morton, with a proud expression as if looking at his own accomplished daughter, said,
“I can call a coachman for you, miss.”
“It’s fine. I’m sorry for causing so much trouble. My father will repay you later.”
Latilda extended her gloved hand, and Morton took it lightly, leading her to the carriage as he spoke,
“Miss, I’ve already received too much compensation from the Count long ago. But there’s something I should tell you…”
Morton waited for Latilda to get into the carriage before continuing in a quiet voice.
“It’s regrettable that the Count has lost his old smile. Honestly, I miss the old Count who had no strength, no army, but was full of laughter and kindness.”
“War has changed a lot.”
Latilda laughed weakly, then spoke. Morton shook his head.
“No, it’s the opposite. The war started because Count changed, Miss.”
“What?”
Latilda was taken aback, and Morton widened his eyes, then lowered his head.
“Oh dear, what nonsense am I…”
“No, Morton! Don’t say that. You’re the one who punished me for knocking over the laundry basket by making me hold a bucket for an hour when I was a child. I think the you from then was…”
“I was too young then. I apologize now, Miss.”
Morton didn’t seem to hear her. All Latilda could do was hold his hand with both of hers.
As the carriage began to move, Morton, left in front of the barbershop, waved his hand. He stood there, not entering until the carriage was out of sight, looking worried as if he was sending off a traveler. Latilda also waved until the last moment.
Latilda sighed lightly and spoke to Loyal, who was leading the horses.
“Do you know the way? And you didn’t need to drive. Usually, when you hire such an expensive carriage, it comes with a driver.”
“I am doing this to get a glimpse of the town and to know the way. Don’t worry too much. If I get lost on this broad road leading to such a big castle, I wouldn’t be qualified to drive.”
“You’re stubborn, in a subtle way.”
“But, is Latilda’s father different now than before? Judging from the barber’s words…”
“We don’t have to talk about that now.”
Latilda cut off Loyal’s words. Loyal promptly dropped the topic.
After hesitating for a moment, Latilda spoke to Loyal again.
“I’m sorry. You’re not upset, are you?”
“What? Oh, nothing.”
Loyal seemed to have forgotten their previous conversation, engrossed in the scenery passing by.
‘Is he doing that to comfort me, or is he simply forgetful? He confuses me.’
The red sun that was hanging on the mountainside at the time of departure had completely set by the time they were nearing the palace. Through the small window of the carriage, Latilda saw other luxurious carriages passing by the main road. She saw nobles, too, riding dazzlingly adorned white horses and arrogantly lifting their heads.
Loyal allowed them all to pass, driving slowly. A solRodier trying to manage the traffic even asked Loyal to move the carriage to the side. Loyal obediently moved the carriage to one side and waited for the other carriages to pass. One impatient knight even hurled abuse as he galloped past, but Loyal remained silent.
“It’s been said that a man is supposed to crave power, and a man who neither seeks power nor knows how to wield it lacks value.”
Anna, sitting next to her, calmly stated, resting her hands on her knees.
“Who said that?”
“I read it in a book.”
“Is that about Loyal?”
“Loyal and…”
Anna narrowed her eyes and spoke.
“Lord Regeni.”
“Not everything in books is right. I wish you wouldn’t speak carelessly.”
Anna looked out the window and said,
“Look at Loyal. He’s being scolded by the other nobles.”
He was not only being scolded by the nobles or guards, but also by the coachman of another noble’s carriage. The coachman was screaming loudly.
“Do you not realize who is riding in this carriage? Are you blocking the way with a carriage that does not bear the emblem of any family?”
The intersection was briefly congested because of the carriage driven by Loyal, while the other two bore luxurious flags. Even though Loyal’s carriage had entered the road first, a guard came running and tried to pull Loyal’s horse aside. He even tried to lead him to another road. Only then did Loyal speak to the guard.
“I’m sorry, but this carriage is also going to the royal palace. It’s not the other way.”
The guard grumbled that the party had turned into a gathering for ‘everyone and their dogs’, and moved on.
As Loyal restarted the carriage, he asked those behind him.
“That’s strange, isn’t it? This carriage looks good enough, but why doesn’t everyone think a noble would be riding in it?”
“If there is no family emblem, you are ignored. A family without some support can’t have something like a flag.”
Latilda responded loudly and spoke to Anna.
“Should we have brought some red roses for the carriage?”
“This isn’t a laughing matter, miss. These nobles who are intimidating Loyal now, are lower-ranking nobles who would be frightened by a simple gesture of Miss Latilda. Leaving them to disrespect you! This is negligence on the part of the security.”
“Loyal isn’t officially my bodyguard, so it’s not exactly negligence. And what does that have to do with Loyal’s lust for power?”
“It’s funny that a man who can single-handedly annihilate a band of bandits is helpless against these insignificant men. It’s as if he has power but doesn’t use it, much like Lord Regeni who holds authority but doesn’t exert it.”
Suddenly, the carriage stopped.
‘Did we stop because of more nobles? It looks like I will have to intervene.’
Then, a familiar male voice was heard.
“Who is the lady in the carriage?”
“The daughter of Count Johnstein is riding.”
Loyal answered.
“Ah, I found the right one.”
The sound of someone hurrying approached the carriage.
‘He is here. I should have expected him, but I forgot.’
Latilda calmed her trembling heart.
“It’s me, Latilda. Regeni.”
As Regeni tapped on the carriage window, Latilda slowly opened it.
There stood a man, panting, with a head full of black hair like her father, and heavy eyebrows drooping over eyes that always seemed on the brink of tears. He broke into a wide smile the moment he saw Latilda. However, Latilda just blinked her big eyes and said nothing.
Regeni was disappointed by her indifferent reaction.
“It’s been a while, Regeni. Has it been half a year?”
Latilda spoke after a long silence.
“It’s the first time since Count Enoa’s party.”
“That was half a year ago. You’ve lost a lot of weight since then, Regeni.”
“You’ve become even more beautiful since then. No, each time I see you, you are more beautiful than the last. It feels like you’re moving further away from me.”
“Whether I am distancing myself from you is beyond my control. You know that, Regeni. But, were you waiting for me?”
“I heard from my father that you were coming, so I’ve been waiting since yesterday. I checked every carriage, you know?”
“Count Lumerier would be very disappointed if he knew about this.”
“My love for you is, ah, has nothing to do with my father, Latilda.”
Regeni stuttered but made his point.
“I’ve been thinking about it for a long time. After watching you dance with another man at Count Enoa’s party without saying a word, I was even more determined. I love you, more than anyone else in the world.”
Latilda felt each of his earnest and heartfelt words pierce her heart.
‘I would have been moved by his words before. But not anymore. I am no longer a child. This man should not remain a child either.’
Latilda decided to be cruel.
“You should know that’s not love. If you didn’t know until now, you need to understand it from now on. And if anyone sees us standing here together, it would be awkward not only for you but for me too. Please go.”
Regeni did not step back.
“This is not because of the sense of responsibility of having been your fiancé. I genuinely love you. I have since the first time I saw you, and that feeling has only grown since. You believe that this war is due to our breakup. That’s why you’re denying your feelings. But no. Isn’t this war due to a power struggle between our fathers, not our engagement? I could even give up the title of Lumerier for you. I am just the son of the Black Lion, not the Black Lion himself…”
“Would you abandon your lineage for my sake? Such a man can hardly be trusted. Look at me, Regeni. I’m an utterly ordinary, frail woman. I dream of having a grand wedding blessed by all, and of building a merry household in a place free from the terrors of war. If we were to come together now, it would only bring misery to all. To you, to me, to your father, and to my father as well.”
Regeni clamped his mouth shut.
“Just go. I beg of you. If you truly love me, you will know what you must do first. Loyal, let us depart.”
As he prepared to spur his horse onward, Regeni urgently gestured to Loyal. His expression was so desperate that Loyal lowered the hand he had raised to crack his whip.
“Latilda, then answer me just this one thing. Do you… do you love me?”
“I will not throw around the word ‘love’ as you do. I only wish to say this: I really did, at first, but now I’m not so sure.”
Regeni’s hand, resting on the carriage, fell weakly. Loyal watched the pair a moment longer before setting the carriage in motion. Regeni slowly raised his drooping hand and began to wave at the receding Latilda.
‘It’s not that I rejected a man’s love. I feel like I’ve tormented a child.’
Latilda felt utterly drained. Even as she thought this, she felt as if she might burst into tears.
When Anna took her hand, Latilda stared straight ahead, sucking in a deep breath.
“It’s okay, Anna. I won’t cry.”
As they crossed the bridge, the carriage Loyal drove entered the king’s castle.
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Regeni watched until Latilda’s carriage had completely disappeared into the castle. A servant approached and patted his shoulder.
“Stay strong. As the old saying goes, a lady who comes easily is not a real lady. Women are meant to be difficult to conquer. Only then will you feel a real sense of achievement when you…”
Regeni shot him a fierce look.
“Do you want to die? Did you just speak of my future wife and talk about a sense of achievement?”
“I-I’m sorry!”
Regeni turned the horse’s head around.
“Latilda said she wanted to build a merry household in a place without war. That means she wants me to end this war. And she indirectly mentioned that she wants to have a wedding with blessings.”
As Regeni chewed over her words, a desolate thought surfaced.
“Of course, that’s just my interpretation. But even if she didn’t mean it that way, that’s how I want to understand it.”
The servant followed Regeni’s words and asked.
“But isn’t ending this war tantamount to your lord’s victory? So, does Lady Latilda want her father’s defeat?”
“Women don’t desire the victory of war. They wish for there to be no war.”
“But how can there be no war without the outcome of victory or defeat?”
The servant asked as if he couldn’t understand.
Regeni shrugged.
“Well, can’t they reconcile?”
“Is, is that possible?”
Just then, the trumpet sounded announcing the start of the party. Regeni turned to look at the castle.
“Didn’t the White Wolves come from Aranthia today?”
“Yes, but we don’t know why.”
‘Could it be they came at the king’s request to reconcile the two counts? No. I know my father. He would rather wage war with Aranthia than reconcile with Count Johnstein, guided by the White Wolves.’
Regeni drove his horse to the other side of the castle.
“Are you really not going to the party?”
“What am I going to do there? If I can’t be by my beloved’s side and can only gaze at her, I’d rather not see her at all. I will return to Leang. I need to discuss this matter with my brothers. It’s too much for me alone.”
The servants followed him silently. But Regeni had to stop his horse after not too long.
A knight clad in black armor was blocking the path.
His shadow, cast by the dwindling sunlight, was covered by the knight’s shadow. It seemed as alive as the shadow itself, but also like the darkness blanketing the ground. For a moment, it felt as if the surroundings had suddenly darkened. The excited horse reared up.
Regeni struggled to calm his horse. The servants, too, seemed to have seen a ghost and held their breaths.
Leaving the bustling streets behind, all people, scant as they were, fled upon seeing the Black Knight. Surrounding the knight, objects seemed distorted as if a mirage was rising. Regeni wanted to run too, but his pride as a Count’s son kept him in place.
“Who dares block my path?”
The black steed ridden by the knight scraped the ground with its forefoot, exhaling a long breath. A dense white smoke spewed from its nostrils.
Drawing his sword, Regeni shouted.
“I am Regeni Den Lumerier, the third son of the Black Lion Count. Reveal yourself.”
“Ah, the Black Lion… Knights? If so, identify your allegiance immediately.”
A trembling, fearful voice from a servant behind him blurted out such a foolish statement. However, the Black Knight did not answer either question. Instead, he raised his large lance and pulled on the horse’s reins.
Regeni, belatedly thinking of fleeing, twisted the reins. But his horse, stricken with fear, was frozen in place.
With just two leaps, the Black Knight’s steed had halved the distance between them, thereafter charging at an astonishing speed. Regeni had experienced a few mounted battles for practice, but he had never seen a horse, nor a knight, charge so quickly.
In an unconscious, swift moment, the Black Knight’s lance pierced through Regeni’s stomach. He was suspended in the air, impaled on the lance, unable to scream. With a dazed mind from the pain, Regeni stared at the Knight’s helmet. No eyes or mouth were visible within, only darkness.
The Black Knight slowly lowered the tip of his lance. Regeni’s body slid down slowly, hanging at the tip. With a vigorous shake of his lance, the Knight dislodged the body. With a crushing sound, Regeni’s body fell heavily to the ground.
The two servants stood still, frozen in fear, their mouths agape. From somewhere far off, echoed screams could be heard by those who witnessed the scene.
Regeni tried to crawl away, but after moving a mere two steps, he succumbed to death.
The Black Knight impaled Regeni’s dead body once more with his lance. There was no reaction from the corpse, but the Black Knight thrust his lance twice more.
The two servants fled on foot. The Black Knight ignored them, turning his horse around and retracing his steps.
Nobody dared to look at the retreating figure of the Black Knight.
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Latilda swirled the wine in her glass, observing the nobles, delegates, and some wealthy merchants from Normant who were invited to the party. She recognized half of the faces, and those she recognized were all faces she disliked.
The majority were either aligned with the Black Lion Count or were neutral nobles, while nobles who supported the Red Rose Count were absent. Even if they claimed neutrality, it was inevitable that they showed some degree of support, and most of those present had formed an alliance with the Black Lion Count.
Only Count Enoa and Count Godimer were independent from both Counts’ spheres of influence, and could be relied upon. However, they were not present. Count Godimer, due to geographical constraints, would probably have to support the Black Lion Count soon.
Occasionally, men attracted by her looks would approach, but upon discovering who Latilda was, they would instantly apologize and retreat. Gossip-loving women also approached in groups, but upon seeing Latilda, they recoiled as if they had seen something revolting and withdrew. In a way, it was a relief that Anna’s warnings of such annoyances hadn’t come to pass.
She was isolated, but it didn’t matter. This was a situation she had already anticipated.
“This has turned into a tiresome party. For someone like me without a place to be, there’s nowhere to sit,” Latilda said to Loyal.
“Should’ve come even later, huh?” Loyal replied, biting into a slice of bread topped with ham.
“I guess I’ll have to be satisfied with observing the knights invited from Aranthia today. I don’t want to stay at such a boring party for long. Even the wine is not as good as what you brought from that wine merchant you were guarding.”
“Is royal partying always this aimless?”
“Normally, mingling would be the thing to do. Asking each other how we’re faring. But I can’t engage in pleasantries when every noble here supports Count Lumerier. Thus, I have nothing to do.”
“But why did only one faction show up? Isn’t this a party hosted by the king?”
“The original party was to be held a few days later. But the date was moved up due to Count Godimer’s announcement of the White Wolves’ arrival. Therefore, the party started before the distant nobles could arrive.”
Latilda shrugged off the situation.
“In the end, only the nobles near Normant, in other words, those in Count Lumerier’s territory, were able to attend. To me, everyone here is an enemy.”
Latilda added in a jesting tone,
“So, please protect me well. I don’t know when I might be assassinated.”
“If you stay within five steps of me, nothing will happen.”
Loyal responded. Latilda felt a chill, realizing he wasn’t joking.
Despite seemingly out of place at such a party, Loyal didn’t appear intimidated. At a royal party, where nobles were dressed in lavish clothes and jewels, even the most seasoned would feel overwhelmed.
Usually, those assigned to guard Latilda, given the burden of protecting the daughter of the Red Rose Count, were often frantic. Dalmar was somewhat better, but he tended to stiffen like plaster in such dazzling party scenes. Yet, Loyal neither seemed overly excited nor subdued, standing with a bored expression similar to Latilda’s.
‘It must be simple dullness. Anna’s words are unnecessarily troubling.’
Even now, Loyal was more focused on brushing off the bread crumbs stuck to his mouth.
“My comment about assassination was a joke. If there’s something to worry about, it’s what kind of scheme Count Lumerier has cooked up to humiliate me. He’s not one for petty tricks, but he recently won a significant battle, so he’s riding high. He can be quite frightening when he’s like that.”
“Well, I can protect you from that too.”
“I appreciate even the sentiment. But, Loyal, do you know about the White Wolves, the knights of Aranthia?”
Rinsing his mouth with water and pondering, Loyal gave a vague answer.
“Well, I suppose I know a bit more than most.”
“As a knight yourself, you likely know more than me. Dalmar mentioned them. The Wolf Knights, the object of all knights’ admiration, who halted the Conquest War of Lontamon that seemed unstoppable ten years ago. The elite among them are the White Wolves, right?”
Loyal merely nodded, and Latilda continued her story.
“I was young then, but I still remember the grandeur of the Lontamon army led by the Excelon knights. My father said that only a dragon could stop them. Yet, Ganelock, even with a dragon, was defeated, and the Queen of Aranthia ended the war. Is my understanding correct?”
“On the surface, it might seem so… But as far as I know, it wasn’t Aranthia alone that stopped Lontamon’s army. It was a combined effort of all nations. The Wolf Knights merely halted Lontamon’s advance, buying time for nations like Ganelock and Irophis to recover their military power.”
“Really? That’s not something I’ve heard from the storytellers and jesters I’ve brought in.”
“Well, I know a bit more than most.”
After a while of slowly sipping on their wine, Latilda, growing tired of the crowd’s disregard, began to introduce familiar faces to Loyal.
“That man over there is Viscount Rodier.”
Latilda pointed at a man who sported a perfectly symmetrical yellow mustache. His face was slightly gaunt, but his stomach protruded like a pregnant woman’s. The sight of him trying to hide it with his crumpled clothes was rather pitiful.
“He was a merchant who bought his nobility with money, so wealthy that he owns separate mansions in every nation. Moreover, each mansion houses a different wife. No one knows how many wives he has. When my father was in debt, he offered to pay it off in return for making me his sixth wife…”
Latilda pointed to a woman behind him.
“The woman next to him is likely his sixth wife. He approached me when I was sixteen, but that wife seems around fifteen. He was blabbering about his ability to hire the Wolf Knights with his money, and indeed, he showed up today.”
“Hmm, in my opinion, if he spoke such words to the White Wolves, he might spend the rest of his life confined to his bed, counting his money with his toes.”
Loyal, for some reason, spoke with significant displeasure.
At the thought, Latilda burst into a hearty laugh.
“Well, we’ll see how he fares today. Ah, and the woman in the white dress next to him is the wife of Count Jandorf. After the death of Count Jandorf, she’s a capable woman who made the name Jandorf even more well-known. However, she has a complex because she was born with a malformed hand. Whether it is intentional or not, if anyone mentions it, she harbors a grudge and exacts her revenge, even after many years.”
Latilda could have continued talking about her revenge for another hour or so.
“We used to be close when we were young, but after my father made a joke about her fingers, she sided with Count Lumerier to such an extent. We now have an awkward relationship. She didn’t even acknowledge me when I greeted her earlier.”
The door of the party hall opened, and one of the trumpeters announced loudly to all.
“Count Enoa has arrived.”
Everyone moved toward the door, murmuring.
Many nobles had entered with the trumpeter’s call, but none received the collective attention as now.
Count Enoa, flanked by two bodyguards and two servants, was as intimidating as his youthful eyes suggested. It was impossible to tell the bodyguards and servants apart, as all four were impressively built.
Loyal asked Latilda in a whisper.
“I’ve heard a lot about Count Enoa, who is he? I remember hearing about him a few times before coming to this party?”
“He is a noble who owns the third-largest territory and army in Camort. Before Duke Shayfield passed away, he was the second pillar of power supporting this country. Even though his influence has weakened now, he is one of the few who can converse privately with His Majesty the King. As you can guess, he dislikes both my father and Count Lumerier. It’s unfortunate, but understandable.”
Latilda explained slowly.
Count Enoa made his way through the crowd of nobles greeting him and went straight to Latilda. He walked with a short white cane, but without a limp or hunch. As the count stood before Latilda, his following servant whispered something in his ear in surprise, which was easy to guess without hearing it.
‘It is not advisable to speak with the daughter of Johnstein here, my lord.’
But Count Enoa scolded the servant instead.
“Silence! Must I be swayed by such things?”
Count Enoa approached Latilda and greeted her first.
“You’ve become even more beautiful, Latilda. It’s been half a year.”
“Good day, my lord.”
Latilda slightly held her skirt and bent her knee in greeting. Not a formal greeting like she would give to other nobles, but with sincerity.
“I came to give Varda a piece of my mind, but how could I do that now that you’re here. Now, I can’t be angry.”
It had been a long time since Latilda had heard her father’s name from someone else’s mouth.
“Due to the circumstances, I had to come. As for my father, well…”
Latilda trailed off her words.
“That’s fine. It worked out better this way. If that Varda fellow had come, we couldn’t have a pleasant conversation like we can now. How have you been these days?”
Count Enoa was seated on the couch, with Latilda sitting next to him.
“I’ve been doing alright. But lately, I’ve been having nightmares, so I’m not getting much sleep.”
“That must be hard. It’s a shame that a worthless father like him is causing his daughter such trouble.”
Count Enoa patted her shoulder, and Latilda smiled pleasantly. Loyal approached Latilda with caution.
“I’ll be by the window.”
“Is that so?”
Without giving any indication of his thoughts, Loyal stood by the window. He pulled back the curtain slightly and peered outside. He hadn’t strayed more than five steps away.
Latilda was engaged in trivial small talk with the Count. He cheerfully recounted stories of when she had wet her bed as a child or when she’d chased a butterfly like a cat and had fallen into a pond. Yet, her gaze constantly drifted to Loyal.
A man approached Loyal. It wasn’t unusual for strangers to strike up conversations at parties, but the man seemed suspicious. He wasn’t a noble she knew, nor was he a servant or a representative of the royal family. He was blond, slightly shorter than Loyal, and not very large.
‘Who is he?’
They continued their conversation, standing back-to-back at the window without making eye contact. She couldn’t hear their conversation from where she was, but it bothered her.
“You’re not listening to me, Latilda,” Count Enoa said with a frustrated expression.
“Oh, I apologize.”
Latilda responded in a flustered tone.
“Something seems to be bothering you.”
Latilda didn’t want to appear as though she was simply bothered by Loyal talking to someone, so she made up a vague excuse.
“I heard that a member of the Wolf Knights is attending this party. I couldn’t help but wonder who they might be.”
‘What a poor excuse I’ve made. Those people will obviously make a grand entrance with the King.’
Count Enoa looked surprised.
“You’re observant. Yes, indeed. The White Wolves are already mingling here.”
“Really?”
“Did you manage to find out who they are?”
“Not at all. Do you know, Count?”
“If this were a normal noble party, it wouldn’t be unusual for there to be someone I didn’t recognize. But at a royal party, it’s rare for me to not know someone. If someone, who isn’t a servant or a guard, is posing as a noble, who could it be? A noble attending a party for the first time? Fiorendino, were there any unfamiliar names on today’s list?”
“There were none,” his quiet servant answered from behind him.
“Then they must be the White Wolves.”
“That’s impressive. To know everyone at this gathering and keep track of them all.”
“When you’re old, this is all you have left to do. Do you see that woman sweeping across the party in a white dress, capturing the hearts of the men? She’s about your age.”
Count Enoa pointed at a woman with brown hair flowing down to her chest, without any adornments except for a single ribbon tied at the end of her hair. She held her head high, her hand on her hip, and her back straight, exuding confidence. At first glance, it was evident she reveled in the pleasure of dismissing men trying to find out her name. Latilda recognized it immediately, as she had done the same in the past.
“Why her?” Latilda asked.
“Did you think the White Wolves only consisted of men?”
“I just assumed they were all men.”
Count Enoa moved his cane to the other side.
“Do you see that tall man over there, holding a drink and leaning back?”
He was so stern-faced and intensely focused that everyone avoided him. Next, the Count pointed his cane towards the dining table. There was a man as tall and large as the previous one, but he seemed more light-hearted, busy with his food.
“I heard that five White Wolves entered the castle today, but I’m not sure about the other two. They might be in less conspicuous places, or their appearances may be relatively unremarkable.”
“Why would they mingle secretly at the party? I expected a more dramatic entrance.”
“They probably wanted to get a feel for the atmosphere here first. They’re cunning ones. I thought they’d only have muscles in their heads because they’re exceptional knights.”
The Count chuckled softly and slowly stood up from his seat.
“It seems I have a great number of guests awaiting me. Shall we continue our conversation later?”
The count made his way towards the nobles, who were lined up eagerly awaiting a handshake.
Loyal was still engaged in a conversation with the blond man. For some reason, Loyal wore a stern expression he hadn’t shown before, and the blond man was looking at him with a perplexed expression. Latilda approached the two, feigning surprise as though she had just noticed them, and asked:
“Did you make a new friend while I was away?”
“Ah, this gentleman is…”
Loyal pointed towards the blond man, his face softening. The man introduced himself before Loyal could.
“Pleased to meet you, Lady Latilda. I am Knight Kassel.”
Latilda gave a slight bow in response.
“How do you know who I am even though we’re meeting for the first time?”
“I just heard from Loyal.”
“And despite knowing that, you approached us without any hesitation. I’m curious which noble’s knight you are. Aren’t you afraid of attracting other nobles’ attention?”
Latilda had already spotted several nobles glaring at the two men and herself. When they met her gaze, they quickly looked away.
Kassel spoke, “I’m not particularly affiliated with any side. And my approach was out of interest in Knight Loyal, not to make Lady Latilda uncomfortable.”
Just then, the music stopped, and trumpets sounded. One of the stewards shouted loudly, “His Majesty King Charles and Count Lumerier have arrived.”
The guards snapped to attention, the men doffed their hats or took a knee, and the women curtsied, raising their skirts slightly.
Alongside the king of Camort, the Black Lion Count also entered the party. The young king waved in acknowledgment and sat in his designated seat, while the count stood by his side. Amongst the older stewards, a noticeably younger one unrolled a large scroll and loudly announced to everyone, “On behalf of His Majesty the King, I welcome everyone attending this gathering.”
The nobles clapped briefly.
“Introducing those who honor us with their presence today. Hosting this party and faithfully serving His Majesty until now, the noble Count Lumerier.”
‘What an amusing introduction.’
Despite Latilda’s sarcasm, loud applause erupted from the party.
“And from Ambrus, who traveled the furthest distance in the shortest time, Count Enoa graces us with his presence.”
Once again, applause filled the hall.
“Do you know about swords?”
Despite the applause, Kassel asked in a low voice. Latilda stopped clapping and turned to look at him. She wasn’t obligated to clap for the nobles being introduced anyway.
“Why such a question all of a sudden?”
“You seemed curious about why I approached Knight Loyal. That’s the answer.”
“An answer in the form of a question?”
Latilda decided to entertain Kassel’s peculiar question.
“Very skilled knights serve in my father’s knight corps. I grew up watching their swords, so I think I know a bit more about swords than other women. But I can’t claim to know a world I haven’t truly experienced. What kind of answer are you looking for?”
Latilda asked sharply. The applause and the voice of the steward reading from the scroll continued.
“Count Lumerier from Brodo, Viscount D’Bong from Lure, Baron Majmiel also from Lure, Viscount Fontiere from Dwari…”
Kassel wasn’t directly looking at Latilda, but his face was full of confidence.
“Your bodyguard is extremely skilled. I also pride myself in knowing a thing or two about swords, but I’ve never seen anyone with his level of skill. That’s why I asked. I was suggesting to him… to guide him to a world where he could fully utilize the sword he possesses. If there isn’t any particular reason for him to be employed by you, would you consider yielding him to me?”
“How audacious of you. Trying to take a bodyguard from a person you just met!”
Latilda, filled with fury, exclaimed. Amidst the ongoing introduction of the nobility, her voice rang out with palpable shortness.
‘I got excited without realizing.’
In a low murmur, Kassel leaned even closer to Latilda, addressing her.
“You’re right. It is indeed disrespectful. But this individual’s skill makes such rudeness worth enduring. If he’s merely your bodyguard, you won’t find one of such caliber anywhere in the world.”
The herald continued with his introductions.
“Count Andre Le Rodier, Baron Max Karl, Countess Merceau De Jean d’Arf…”
Latilda listened with a dry interest to the heralded names, before belatedly responding to Kassel’s words.
“I too consider Loyal’s swordsmanship outstanding. But the world is vast. ‘Anywhere in the world,’ you say? If you assert that, you must not be a true master of swordsmanship.”
Despite Latilda’s aggressive retort, Kassel didn’t lose his cool. He offered a casual smile.
“I have exaggerated a bit. It just means I’m deeply interested in him. Let me know if you change your mind. I would like to take him with me.”
Having called out all the names of the nobles in attendance, the herald rolled up his scroll and introduced a new guest.
“…And there are guests who have come from afar to grace us with their presence today. Don’t be too surprised. They are already standing amongst you.”
A buzz of speculation filled the party hall. The nobles glanced again at the faces of unfamiliar people standing next to them, or scanned the corners of the party hall to see if someone was hiding. But Latilda, who already knew this through Count Enoa, was more focused on Kassel’s words.
“Where exactly do you plan to take him?”
“Are you willing to let me take him?”
“That’s not for me to decide. Loyal himself has chosen to stay by my side, and I haven’t restrained him in any way. I won’t in the future either. But if Loyal decides to follow you, I believe I have the right to know where he will be taken at least.”
“Of course, Lady Latilda. I plan to take Loyal to Aranthia.”
Latilda’s eyes widened.
The herald announced to everyone with a loud voice.
“I introduce to all of you present here, the famous Wolf Knights, the White Wolves, who have come from Aranthia.”
The nobles applauded and looked around. A few people who were mingling in the crowd walked towards the king. Among them was a woman in a white dress, ‘the mysterious lady’. The young nobles who were scheming to seduce her and lure her to their bed for the night were shocked. One of them, who was near Latilda, upon seeing Sheyden stepping forward, boasted, ‘Didn’t I tell you? I knew that guy was a White Wolf.’
“I hope to see you again, Lady Latilda.”
Kassel raised his hand to his chest and bowed. Latilda was too stunned to return his greeting. Kassel then headed straight towards the king.
After saluting the king, the five White Wolves, including Kassel, turned around. The nobles gasped, their faces filled with excitement at the sight of them.
“Loyal, how were you able to demonstrate your skill to that man? Did you show him those three moves in the party hall?”
Latilda asked. As people flocked to see the White Wolves up close, the two of them receded, standing side by side by the window.
“Well, it’s… as if we were crossing unseen swords? Hard to explain, but…”
She didn’t have the energy to press him further due to her surprise.
After the young herald had calmed the audience, the king, lifting his wine glass, stood.
“I have many things to say to you all who have gathered after such a long time. However, as we have precious guests with us today, let’s all drink and enjoy in their company. Knights of Aranthia, welcome to Camort.”
The king raised his glass high. The nobles all lifted their glasses.
“Glory be to Aranthia, the guardian of Acrand.”
All toasted to Aranthia and the White Wolves.
The White Wolves immediately became the center of attention at the party. Latilda was able to quickly learn their names. But she only observed them from afar, not approaching. Even if she wanted to, she couldn’t. There were too many nobles striving to get close to them, trying to strike up even the briefest of conversations. It was enough to empty out one side of the party hall.
Kassel and Gerald were the only ones actively responding to the barrage of questions and greetings from the nobles. Sheyden, with his intimidating expression and crossed arms, was left unapproached. Dunmel had been briefly introduced but had since disappeared, his current location unknown. His presence was so unremarkable, it seemed people hadn’t even noticed his absence.
Azwin stood by Captain Wolf, not responding to any queries, as if she were his lover. She hadn’t even accepted the apologies from the men who had just been ingratiating themselves to her moments ago.
‘Incredible. She’s clearly enjoying watching them scramble to clean up their mess.’
Latilda found herself oddly envious of Azwin.
“Count Johnstein didn’t come, and you came instead, Latilda,” a deep voice approached from behind.
Startled by the voice, Latilda responded without turning around, “Am I an unwanted guest? If you’re uncomfortable, Count Lumerier, I’ll leave.”
“Why would that be, Latilda?”
The Black Lion Count stood beside Latilda without even seeking her agreement. Consciously, she took a step away from him.
Loyal moved closer to Latilda, leaning back casually. Bading, who had been standing behind the count, moved to stand beside him. Latilda had the strange impression that Loyal and Bading were engaged in a silent contest.
‘I should have warned Loyal in advance. Bading is not to be messed with.’
The Black Lion Count asked in a tender voice as if he were her father, “Did you also come to see the White Wolves?”
“Yes. It’s much more rewarding than just looking at the faces of boring nobles.”
“I hope the long journey was worthwhile. Were there any inconveniences on the way?”
Latilda sharply turned her head to glare at the count. She wasn’t the type to show anything on her face if she lied, but if there was any sign, she planned to immediately probe him about the Black Knight. However, he seemed puzzled by her intense gaze.
“There were none.”
“These days, the bandits are causing so much trouble that I too am worried. I don’t know how Count Johnstein manages his territory.”
“The problem won’t cease as long as you two are at war.”
Latilda responded in a firm tone.
“That’s interesting advice. Then convey my advice to your father. There are opponents in the world that you absolutely cannot beat. If one reduces their greed and apologizes for old wrongs, many people become happy.”
“Are you saying that because you think my father will be swayed if I persuade him, or are you just trying to upset me?”
The count chuckled, his mouth curling up in a grin.
“I apologize. Let’s pretend I never said that.”
He then pointed at Loyal, who was standing behind him.
“Is this fellow your bodyguard? Bading says he is your stable boy.”
“He’s my bodyguard.”
“Just one?”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“The reason I came here is not something else, but your security issue. If you were to be harmed in my territory or in Normant, it would be a disgrace for me. I will select a few from my knight order and attach them to you…”
“I don’t need it! It’s safer to carry a tiger around than to drag a reckless cat.”
Latilda cut off the count’s words and rejected him. The count chuckled and turned to Bading, who as always, courteously made a suggestion.
“I will personally select three from my knight order to ensure your safety until you reach home. There are many people here who have lost their families to the Red Rose Count’s army, Latilda. With your current security, dangerous incidents may occur.”
Stung by his words, Latilda couldn’t find anything to say.
‘So, this is how he planned to disgrace me.’
The count prevented her from responding.
“Enough, Bading. Your words are unfitting for the party.”
“I apologize.”
“Understand, Latilda. Bading spoke out of genuine concern for you. He is frank by nature, and that’s why such words came out. Regarding the security issues… well, if you dislike it, there’s nothing to be done.”
The count once again glanced at Loyal. Even in such a moment, Loyal stood unperturbed.
‘Show some sign of anger at least!’
Latilda felt frustrated, but she could do nothing. The count still spoke kindly.
“But if you ever need anything, come find me. I won’t hold back any support. Even under these circumstances, I won’t treat harshly a girl who once almost became my daughter-in-law.”
“Thank you, Count. But I really don’t mind.”
The Black Lion Count soon withdrew and continued his conversations with other nobles elsewhere in the party.
Latilda, her anger building, glared at Loyal.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“What was I supposed to say?”
“He was so dismissive of you, and you aren’t even angry? It was the same earlier outside… you are someone even the captain of the White Wolves acknowledged.”
“Ah, that was because I deliberately chose not to get angry.”
“Deliberately?”
“I appeared to Bading as someone without any swordsmanship skills.”
Latilda’s brows furrowed.
“You appeared as such?”
“I let myself appear weak. It’s complicated to explain, but in essence, Bading just tested me. But I did not react. By doing ‘that,’ he implies he is an incredible swordsman.”
Latilda glanced at Bading, who was almost stuck to the back of the Black Lion Count.
“People say he is the strongest knight in Camort. I don’t know much, but I have heard this: if you fight Bading, all you see is his black cloak…”
Latilda waved her hand above her head.
“I may not fully understand your words, but something definitely feels off. Why would you deliberately appear weak? A beast roars to show off its power. It’s a way to defeat an opponent without fighting. Why do you try to belittle yourself?”
“In my case, appearing weak is a way to avoid fighting. Are you upset?”
“Yes, I am. If you are humiliated, it’s as if I am humiliated.”
“Is that so? I thought you’d be happy if I avoided fighting. But from now on, I’ll act as you wish.”
“Do that! Please do.”
Loyal nodded with an overly serious face, and Latilda felt a bit relieved.
‘I whined like a child in front of this man again. But now, I’m not embarrassed.’
The Black Lion Count left, and another noble approached.
“Who might this be, Lady Latilda? You were just a child the last time I saw you, but now you’ve become quite a mature woman.”
Upon hearing his voice, Latilda immediately frowned. It was Viscount Anley Rodier, the last person she wanted to see at the party.
He always made a show of familiarity whenever they met at the party, simply because they had met before. Loyal tactfully stepped back for Viscount Rodier.
‘I should have warned him in advance. When this man approaches, chase him away.’
Forcing a smile, Latilda greeted Viscount Rodier.
“Viscount Rodier. I wondered where you were, and here you are approaching from behind me. It’s been a while.”
Though Latilda’s tone was snide, Rodier, on the contrary, took it as a warm welcome and displayed a friendliness that matched his protruding belly. Even his accompanying bodyguards looked at Latilda with the same sluggish eyes as Viscount Rodier.
“I wanted to talk to you from the start, but I held back due to the many watchful eyes. Now that everyone is preoccupied with the White Wolves, I found some time.”
Rodier spoke as if he had been considerate.
“How is the Red Rose Count?”
“If you’re curious, you should visit him yourself, in Denmoju.”
“Hehe, that’s quite a distance. Hmm, who is this person beside you?”
“He is my bodyguard knight.”
“Hmm, well then, I’m sure he’ll get along with my guards. These three are the finest swordsmen in the city I reside in. Moreover, two of them have won the regional fencing tournament held in Brodo. They should be more than capable of discussing swords, considering they’ve been entrusted with the safety of a Count’s daughter.”
Viscount Rodier offered to Loyal.
“Why don’t you spend some time with my guards over there? I wish to have a little chat with the lady about the past.”
He chuckled, subtly resting his grease-stained hand on Latilda’s shoulder.
‘I knew this was coming. Alright, it’s time for me to scream and make my dramatic exit under the gaze of everyone.’
As Latilda began to gather her breath for a scream, Loyal seized Rodier’s hand faster than she could react. Rodier let out a stifled scream.
The two guards who had won the fencing tournament in the Brodo region immediately lunged at Loyal, but stopped dead in their tracks at the sight of his unusual weapon. It was a fork, not much longer than a finger he was using to eat fruit, yet they reacted as if threatened by a gigantic trident.
Loyal spoke to Viscount Rodier.
“Step back. The lady is not pleased.”
Despite the situation, the count was still fuming.
“Let go, you impudent cur. How dare you lay a hand on anyone as a mere guard?”
“I apologize, Viscount Rodier, but only one person has the right to command me.”
With his hand still gripping Rodier’s, Loyal turned to Latilda.
“I didn’t pretend to be weak this time. What should we do?”
Latilda responded with a teasing tone, clearly finding the situation amusing.
“Let him go. His bones aren’t in the best condition as it is.”
Loyal released the count and withdrew the fork he had brandished at the guard’s neck.
The count massaged the place where he had been gripped, glaring at Loyal as if he wanted to kill him.
“You don’t value your life, lad. This is right next to the domain of the Black Lion Count, and also a city where I’ve made my investments. Taking your head would be no effort at all with one word from me.”
“Which one of the two will be taking my head?”
Loyal looked at the guard he had threatened with his fork. The faces of the two guards turned red. After stopping the guards who were about to charge, the count slowly spoke.
“You don’t know your place. I’m not sure how confident you are with your sword, but do you know how many mercenaries will flock to me if I simply show them my purse? I’m someone who can hire the White Wolves if I want!”
Upon hearing this, Latilda became infuriated.
“Viscount Rodier, it’s clear how often you make such comments. Even at a party with esteemed guests, you say such things!”
“Don’t worry about it. Rather, shouldn’t you first properly train your guards, Lady?”
Just as their voices began to rise with anger, a woman dressed in a white dress abruptly stepped between the five of them. It was Azwin, the female Wolf Knight.
Suddenly, everyone fell silent. She exaggerated her gestures as if she was either unaware she was standing there or had accidentally stumbled upon the group.
“Oh dear, I’m sorry. Eavesdropping isn’t my hobby, but I heard the White Wolves being mentioned and couldn’t help but intervene. But I do recognize one face here. Now that I’m here, I should at least say hello, right?”
She extended her hand to Rodier, as if asking him for a dance.
“Viscount Rodier, you’re the one who tried to lure me to your beautiful mansion with a few coins earlier, aren’t you? I have a poor memory, so I’m not sure if I got the name right.”
Azwin approached Rodier with a playful smile on her face. She was already tall, and with her heels on, the shorter count had no choice but to step back and look up at her.
“Oh, I was a bit rude earlier. Please forgive me.”
Rodier belatedly apologized.
“No need to worry. But you were saying you were going to hire the White Wolves? Well, how much are you willing to pay? If the price is right, I’ll be more than happy to visit your mansion.”
“Pl-please give me a chance to apologize. I, um, didn’t have any ill intentions, Azwin Wolf.”
“What kind of apology are you talking about? Just give me the money. How much will you give me? Huh? Huh? I’m not that expensive, call out quickly. Isn’t this a good opportunity? My goodness, this man is trying to hire the White Wolves with money, I wonder!”
Azwin stepped forward with every word she spoke, and Rodier stepped back in response. Count Rodier, whose face was growing more and more sullen, ended up leaning on a table, unable to step back any further.
Latilda remembered a comedy that was performed a while ago in Camort, touted as the funniest play. The situation at hand was a hundred times more entertaining than that.
Casting a glance at Rodier’s bodyguards who stood idly by, Azwin remarked,
“Hey, you guys. Your master is in danger, and you’re just standing there? You should help.”
The bodyguards were dumbstruck, unable to respond.
Azwin snorted and said,
“In the future, choose bodyguards for their loyalty, not their price tag. And the bodyguard you threatened has already been chosen by the captain of the White Wolves, so don’t think about touching him. If you bother him even after my earnest request, I won’t hesitate to bother you, Count Rodier. Like this.”
Azwin prodded Rodier’s forehead with her finger. Rodier merely nodded before disappearing into the crowd. After coughing once, Azwin turned toward Latilda.
“My apologies, Lady Latilda, for interrupting your time. The captain said there was a fine knight here, so I came to see. I don’t know about his swordsmanship, but he certainly is handsome. A jewel discovered in a dull party, perhaps? Do you dance, sir knight?”
Loyal grinned, placing a hand on his chest as a greeting.
“Nice to meet you, lady knight. I too would like to share a dance with someone as beautiful as you, but as you see, I must remain by my master’s side.”
“Well, it can’t be helped.”
Azwin waved as she walked toward her companions.
“Goodbye, handsome knight. I hope to see you again.”
Loyal raised his hand in response. With the noisy guest gone, an immediate silence filled the surroundings.
“It seems you stand out among the White Wolves,” Latilda remarked.
“What can you do, Loyal? Shouldn’t you go to Aranthia by now? You can forget about our agreement. I think your future lies in Aranthia.”
“I don’t take into account anything other than what I enjoy doing. And right now, being by your side is the most enjoyable thing for me.”
“That’s kind, but isn’t it a burden to keep someone like me by your side?”
“I am here not only because I wanted to be but also because you wanted me here. So if you wish, I can leave anytime.”
Latilda waved her hand dismissively.
“Don’t misunderstand. It’s not that I dislike you. It’s just… becoming a knight of Aranthia is a dream that people like you would hope for, isn’t it? It’s a shame to see such a dream being let go of so easily.”
“I am not the kind of person who looks far into the future and acts accordingly. I always focus on what’s right in front of me.”
“That’s not exactly a good trait.”
“I am trying to change. But not now. If you want, I can leave anytime…”
Latilda placed a hand on his shoulder, stopping him mid-sentence.
“No, stop. I’m sorry. I wasn’t being honest again. Thank you for being here with me. That’s what I wanted to say.”
Latilda said it sincerely.
Loyal simply nodded, staying by Latilda’s side as the party continued.
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“So, Captain Kassel, how will you prove that you’re not here to usurp our kingdom?”
The elderly voice echoed throughout the party hall. It was Count Enoa.
The initial excited atmosphere had settled down, and only soft music and the suppressed voices of the nobles filled the hall. The old man’s strong tone drew everyone’s attention in an instant. Even Latilda, who had been shutting out all the noise in the party, was taken aback.
The captain of the Wolf Knights responded without any sign of surprise.
“I apologize for my ignorance, but may I know the name of the one who posed the question? I’m still not familiar with the names of all the nobles here.”
“My name is Count Enoa. However, my name is hardly important in this context.”
Count Enoa, leaning on his cane, approached Captain Wolf. Latilda, who had been trying her best to stay hidden in the corner of the party hall, quickly moved closer to the count. Loyal followed her.
“Many of us, myself included, are concerned about that. If it was in the past, we might not worry so much. But now, Aranthia is a country feared by all. The most famous knight squad of such a country visits us directly? Doesn’t it suggest there is some ulterior motive, Captain Wolf?”
‘Why is Count Enoa doing this? He’s openly picking a fight.’
Latilda was more nervous than anyone else at the party. But Kassel responded nonchalantly.
“It’s an honor that you’re concerned about that. Count Enoa, you are praising us too much. Are you implying that we five can even change the fate of this country?”
“That’s not meant as a compliment.”
Count Enoa cunningly twisted the reply meant to defuse the situation. The old man thumped his cane on the ground to emphasize his words.
“It seems some people believe that you are here simply because of some old promise between our King and the Queen of Aranthia, but I do not think so. I’ve been honest, so you should also tell the truth, Captain Wolf.”
“I have no intention of lying, Count Enoa. If I may, I would like to ask you a question in return. If war breaks out, who will you fight for?”
At Kassel’s words, the actions of the nobles gathered there paused. The hands that were eating and drinking, the mouths that were heated in conversation, even the breathing of the people that warmed the party hall, everything stopped. Latilda was also taken aback.
‘Hey, Captain. This is not something you say at a party. He is a knight who only knows about swords and doesn’t even have the basic sense to watch what he says. Doesn’t he know who is present here?’
Without realizing it, Latilda glanced at the Black Lion Count. The Black Lion Count, too, put down his wine and stared at Kassel.
‘Even Count Enoa. If you wanted to talk about this, you should have taken the Captain somewhere quiet. Why are you doing this in public?’
Latilda turned her gaze towards Count Enoa.
“Are you trying to provoke me now, Captain?”
“I only asked what I was honestly curious about, since you asked to be honest.”
“Right now, you are dividing the nobles here into two sides.”
Kassel shrugged his shoulders and looked back at King Charles, who was sitting at the banquet table.
“Two sides? Why two? His Majesty is present here.”
The nobles began to murmur and Count Enoa sneered. He furrowed one brow and his lip twitched in discomfort. It was a habit known only to his close associates.
‘Wait? Is the Count enjoying this?’
The count spoke.
“So, you are asking about a foreign invasion, is that it?”
“Didn’t you ask us if we came here to seize this country? So I asked. If war with Aranthia happens, would you only protect your own territory, or…
“I have been serving this country since King Charles III was born. How dare you ask me such a question!”
“What about the others?”
Kassel spread his hands wide and looked around the room. It was a simple gesture, but the timing was so perfect that the atmosphere quickly lightened.
“In case of war, whose side would you be on? Ah, such a silly question. Of course, it would be for His Majesty. But to claim that the five White Wolves here would try to seize Camort? That’s absurd!”
Kassel turned back to Count Enoa.
“We have no purpose other than to meet His Majesty. This visit itself is a gift from Queen Aranthia to King Charles of Camort.”
Count Enoa showed his healthy teeth, even at his age, and hit the floor with his cane again.
“Quite childish, Captain Kassel. I didn’t expect such a youthful response.”
“I am indeed young, sir.”
“That much is clear. Once the business with His Majesty is over, you should visit my domain. It seems you’re in need of some scolding.”
“I’ve been scolded by my grandfather so much that I’m used to it. If you’re going to reprimand me, it would be a severe one, right?”
At Kassel’s words, the tense atmosphere evaporated, and laughter filled the room. Latilda was the most relieved, though she couldn’t fully relax.
‘It seems to have ended with a joke, but something was agreed upon between them. What could it be?’
She wanted to ask Loyal, but once again, the party was interrupted by an uproar, leaving her without the chance.
In fact, the disturbance had started during Kassel’s dispute with Count Enoa. A loud noise that had started from a considerable distance away was gradually approaching, causing the guards to spring into action.
The stewards were frantically shouting ‘This cannot be.’ Ironically, while they were desperately trying to halt the progression, the guards who should be stopping it could only go as far as nearby. More accurately, they were terrified.
‘Dad.’
Latilda’s heart sank.
‘My father is here.’
The Black Lion Count, standing not far from the entrance, stood up from his seat. Bading, who was standing next to him, reached out to the only guard permitted to bear arms in the party. The guard dared not resist Bading’s grip and handed him his sword.
The White Wolves ceased their conversation and turned their heads towards the entrance.
The king also rose from his seat, curious about what was happening.
“You cannot enter the party with arms, Count Johnstein.”
The elderly steward pleaded to the last, but it seemed to have no effect.
‘Of course not. Dad never puts his sword down at home, let alone here.’
As the closed door was flung open, knights clad in red plate armor and carrying large swords entered the party. There were twelve in total. As the music stopped, the sound of clanking metal echoed in the room, silencing the once noisy nobles.
When the line of knights halted their march, a silence fell over the party. Someone accidentally dropped a cup, shattering it.
Between the twelve knights walked Latilda’s father, armed just like them. His flowing red hair and a muscular physique that did not match his mid-forties age were on full display.
Latilda, who had seen her father countless times, was also nervous at his entrance. Not to mention the other people present.
“You still fancy flashy entrances, Varda!” Count Lumerier shouted.
Even with the party dominated by heavily armed knights, the Black Lion Count was not afraid of the Red Rose Count. Rather, he slowly approached the Red Rose Count. Bading stayed closely by the Black Lion Count’s side.
“It’s been half a year, Count Lumerier. I dislike having to come to a party in His Majesty’s presence in such attire too,” her father said. To Latilda’s ears, his voice sounded cruel and malicious.
“Foolish.”
The Black Lion Count emphasized.
“Correct. Foolish. But it would be equally foolish to come unarmed into this city, which is virtually your domain. If both options are foolish, I choose the safer one.”
“I have always respected your honor. It seems you do not respect mine. Did you think I would attack you in His Majesty’s city?”
“Does your honor hold as much value as my life?”
The Black Lion Count’s eyebrows flickered upward. The Red Rose Count swiftly scanned the room and continued speaking.
“Until recently, I respected your honor far more than you respected mine. But I cannot say the same now. Upon hearing that my daughter was attacked by your knights, I decided to protect my own life.”
“And now you dare twist the truth?”
The Black Lion Count finally lost his temper and yelled.
The Red Rose Count shouted towards the king.
“Please forgive me for greeting you in such a state, Your Majesty. I constantly reflect on the war unfolding in Camort with regret. However, I received information that my daughter was attacked by Black Knights on her way here.”
Before his speech was over, the Black Lion Count vehemently retorted.
“This is an outrageous accusation, Varda. Even if your daughter was attacked by Black Knights, do you have evidence that it was my knights?”
“Why is Count Lumerier, who never excuses any misunderstanding, saying such a thing? Your Majesty, I won’t quibble about his inappropriate attire now. But attacking my daughter, that’s a provocation beyond bounds.”
The Red Rose Count also shouted without backing down. The young king was flustered to the point of trembling at the tremendous pressure from both counts.
“Both of you, calm down. Especially you, Red Rose Count, don’t try to solve matters too aggressively. I understand part of your war, and I believe a solution will come soon. However, I don’t want the situation to worsen like this.”
“In that case, Your Majesty. I want an apology from Count Lumerier about my men’s deaths and my daughter’s endangerment.”
The Red Rose Count pointed at the Black Lion Count with his finger.
“Right here, in this very place!”
The Black Lion Count glared at him with blazing eyes.
“Don’t make a spectacle of yourself. We are in a place where the King and all the nobles are watching. I’ll protect your honor as best as I can, so step back now. Cool your head, return, and you’ll have the opportunity to apologize for the mistake you made today.”
“Who are you to demand an apology for the mistake committed?”
“Latilda! Answer if you are present. Is the knight in black armor who attacked you indeed from my knights?”
“No need to answer his forceful question, Latilda.”
Latilda just alternated between staring at the two counts, her mouth shut tight. The pressure of everyone’s gaze on her was too much to bear.
“Count Lumerier, I’ve been avoiding a full-blown battle so far to protect your honor and to give you the chance to apologize and surrender first.”
Once again, the voice of the Red Rose Count drew everyone’s attention.
“I’ll show you how much your cherished Black Lion Knights and your army are overrated, and how weak the power you’ve been preserving since the ancestors is. Therefore, don’t stay in Normant, Lumerier. I don’t want to touch this city where His Majesty resides.”
Whether the Black Lion Count could no longer contain his anger, he roared out loud.
“Do you think you can say such things and just leave this place?”
“Do you want to see blood in front of His Majesty?”
The Red Rose Count stepped two paces forward, and Bading moved to the front of the Black Lion Count. The twelve knights protecting the count almost simultaneously stepped forward. The clanging of metal echoed loudly. Their hands were already on their swords. Startled women shrieked briefly, and the men backed away in fear.
“Both of you, restrain yourselves. This is a place with guests.”
The King sternly spoke.
Only then did the Red Rose Count notice Kassel standing beside the King. Despite the tense situation, Kassel managed a smile and greeted him.
“Nice to meet you, Count Johnstein.”
“The Captain of the White Wolves, I see.”
The Red Rose Count glared at Kassel with a stiff face for a moment. Kassel, albeit awkwardly, didn’t lose his smiling face.
“My men told me they encountered you recently.”
“Do you mean Knight Litor? Yes, we met under unfortunate circumstances and parted on bad terms.”
“Then why didn’t you come find me on that path? Your first stop should have been my territory, Denmoju, not Koholrun.”
The Red Rose Count’s words made all the nobles tense. Their gaze was now focused on Kassel. Even Latilda waited for his response.
“I’m not familiar with the geography of Camort. Koholrun was on the way to Normant, so I stopped by.”
Kassel shrugged and continued.
“If you want to scold me, I’ll go to Denmojua after getting scolded by Count Enoa.”
The Red Rose Count, oblivious to the prior conversation, furrowed his brow at Kassel’s unexpected response.
‘Hmm, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen father flustered.’
The Red Rose Count let out a heavy sigh and entered the center of the party. As he passed, the gathered nobles parted, creating a path for him. Latilda found the sight of her approaching father slightly frightening.
“Are you alright, Latilda?”
Her father, clad in red armor as red as blood, holding his helmet at his side, looked majestic. At times, Latilda felt like a little child in his presence.
“How did you.. .know about the attack by the Black Knight?”
Latilda asked in a soft voice.
“I heard it from a wine merchant in the town where you stayed. Upon hearing, I rushed here without a moment’s rest. Dalmar confirmed it, saying it was indeed the Black Lion Knights.”
“My goodness, Dalmar is now so terrified that he will mistake a black pot lid for black armor. He only came to his senses this morning.”
Latilda spoke even more quietly to avoid being heard by others.
“Father, you haven’t even seen them. This is a royal place. Please don’t cause a commotion.”
The Red Rose Count shouted, completely ignoring the surrounding gazes.
“I will handle all situations. You just…”
“Do nothing? I get it. Father, you will handle everything.”
Latilda passed her father and walked towards the twelve knights in red armor. The knights let her pass but blocked the path of Loyal. Blocked by a wall of heavy plate armor, Loyal stopped in his tracks, causing Latilda to become angry.
“Make way for him, you idiots! This man is my bodyguard.”
The Red Rose Count following behind asked.
“A bodyguard? He’s unfamiliar, who is he?”
“That’s my business, I’ll handle it.”
Latilda retorted with a voice full of defiance. The Red Rose Count snorted and signaled the knights. They cleared a path for Loyal.
“You should take better care of your daughter. In her current state, no man would take her.”
Said the Black Lion Count from a distance.
“Mind your son. Don’t stick your nose in my daughter’s business.”
The Red Rose Count also left the party.
“One who cannot go anywhere without his twelve bodyguards speaks of honor? Isn’t that funny?”
Latilda was annoyed by the voice of Count Lumerier heard through the closed door, but her father didn’t seem to care.
“I’m sorry, Loyal.”
Latilda said.
“There’s no need to apologize, Latilda.”
Loyal said. He was standing closely behind Latilda.
“You don’t need to be so vigilant. From now on, those twelve will protect us.”
Latilda tried to explain how great those twelve knights were, but Loyal made an unexpected remark.
“Really? I was actually protecting you from those twelve, shall I stop?”
Latilda was increasingly curious about Loyal’s identity, but she didn’t want to find out.
–TL Notes–
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