A Famous Traitor and Treacherous Genius

96 – Seville, a Plague-Polluted City (4)

Morning.

After early morning training, I took a light shower with cold water, and while I was eating, thanks to a soldier sent by Baron, we had to head to the warehouse early in the morning.

“Oh my gosh, how could this happen…”

The refrigerated warehouse storing the remains of the demonic beast had a broken wall.

Inside, white steam flows out along with the stench of corpses, and soldiers are busy repairing the collapsed wall of the frozen warehouse.

“Master, this is…”

“Sir Robert. If I guess what the situation is, you wouldn’t say I used it to read the future, right?”

“Master.”

“I’m just kidding. As for the current situation, well.”

The soldiers are moving in contemplation, as if they are honestly embarrassed.

If you look in the direction where the remains of the wall are laid, it looks like the wall was destroyed by a strong impact from the inside.

And the black blood that dripped on the floor has dried.

“This situation right now…”

“Gray Gibraltar–!”

Hey, someone who shouts my name carelessly is approaching.

“What nonsense is this!”

“What are you saying, Baron Flambell?”

“If you were hunting, you should have confirmed and killed properly!!”

Baron Seville, his face red since morning, shouts at me.

“It was a confirmed kill. I took out the heart, extracted the magic stone, and cut off the entire head.”

In most cases, a situation can be created where Gray Gibraltar makes a mistake.

‘But that also depends on the opponent.’

However, it is okay for Gray to be subjected to such a low-level move, but it is disrespectful to Gibraltar.

“The corpse of the beast was stored in a freezer in the presence of soldiers. If an incident occurred overnight, who is responsible?”

“Are you blaming me now?!”

“Haha, Baron. Did I say you were responsible? I was just asking.”

“This, this…!”

It looks like his head is full of blood, even his ears are turning red.

“And then you collapse from high blood pressure, Baron.”

“What you’re saying is extremely arrogant!”

“I guess he’s someone’s child. Right?”

“Ha…!! Insolent guy! Do you think the name Gibraltar can protect you!”

“Yes. It’s not my fault and it’s not my subordinates’ fault, but you shouldn’t be yelling at me just because there was an accident in the warehouse of the carcass I was hunting.”

As soon as he shows his strength, the Baron flinches and steps back.

‘Maybe it’s because he’s an old man.’

Thanks to his height and physique, people who are meeting him for the first time do not carelessly treat him like a child, but even middle-aged men are ‘children’ to old people in the first place.

It’s not strange for people to scold me, even though I’m not even an adult, but since I did something like that, my response has no choice but to be tailored to that.

Adults to respect?

He’s an old man who can’t be attacked.

“It seems to me that we are in a situation where we need to catch the ‘culprit.'”

“You little guy…!”

“Father!!”

A young man came running from behind with an urgent voice.

“Ah, what happened this morning…!”

“You go away, Garmoth! This kid is…!”

“It’s Gibraltar! Ha, damn it…!”

Gamos Seville.

A person who was shot dead by me at the execution site.

“I’ll take charge of this place. Go back, please!”

“Hmph…! You think of me like some useless old man in the backroom! You’re probably expecting me to inherit the title when I die!”

“Father…! Please…!”

According to Robert’s words, to put it nicely, he is an ordinary ordinary person, and objectively speaking, he is a typical timid person with strong and weak weaknesses.

“They’re just like old b*stards… !”

Did he think that now that his son had appeared, he could disappear?

Baron Flambel of Seville spat on the floor and disappeared.

He’s the kingdom’s typical rambunctious old man.

Correction, old man.

Beyond that stumbling back, I can clearly see what the face that cannot be seen from this side looks like.

“I heard the guy who farted got angry.”

“Yes?”

“I’ll tell you in detail later. It’s not a story to talk about here.”

I gave a hand signal to Sir Robert and approached the man scratching his head.

“Lord Garmos Seville. Nice to meet you.”

“…I will meet the Gray Lord of Gibraltar.”

The successor and eldest son of a family.

Although we have the same social status, this man is twice as old as me.

However, the last name that follows is superior.

Although he is an adult, he speaks in a strange manner that is not even half-respectful, but is the typical ambiguous attitude of a kingdom noble toward a child from a more orthodox family than himself.

“Please feel free to speak.”

“Is that so? Thank you.”

And as soon as you say it like this, you bite into the rice cake.

“I’m sorry. Your father thought that among the monsters you caught, there was one that wasn’t properly confirmed and killed.”

“The number of corpses of demonic beasts appears to be the same.”

“…My father thought I entered that number incorrectly.”

“Are you doing this on purpose to trap me?”

When I questioned him with a grin, his expression hardened.

“Gibraltar?”

“Well, that can’t be possible!”

As soon as he mentions his family name his, his expression his, his changes his and he screams.

‘I wonder if he is someone’s son.’

How can the personalities of rich people be so similar?

“We will have to investigate for more details, but according to the guards, no one entered the warehouse during the night.”

“Hmm… “

“But something broke the wall from the inside and came out? It’s not strange that my father thinks the demon was alive.”

“…”

Although it is possible to guess based on clues that are just glanced at,

“Well, is that so?”

Conversation is something you do with someone worth talking to.

“I understand. Please investigate. Instead, we will go on an expedition again today. Immediately in an hour.”

“Whoa, another expedition…?”

From noble mtl dot come

“The troll blood is gone, so I have to find a replacement. I have a mission.”

I turned around to reflect on today’s activities.

“Thank you, Lord Gamos.”

“…”

I could feel Lord Gamos’ passionate gaze staring at the back of my head from behind, but I could only laugh.

‘Is it happiness or misfortune that I don’t know what kind of person my father is?’

* * *

Entrance road to the Masu contaminated zone.

“The culprit is, of course, Baron Flambell Seville.”

“…”

“Sir Robert, why do you look like that?”

“Uh, um… “

Sir Robert looked somewhat uncomfortable and touched his chin with his hand.

“Maybe you didn’t think that Baron Seville would do something like that?”

“No. It’s just, what can I say. I think a normal master would have asked me, ‘Sir Robert, who do you think is the culprit in this incident?'”

“…”

It’s Robert after all.

“Then, Sir Robert, a new question-“

“Why did I give the correct answer right away this time? They will ask you to infer the reason.”

“…Lord Mente. Perhaps because you are about to become a Master, do you see the future?”

“No. Is this a reasonable inference based on years of experience observing humans?”

“…Tsk.”

I was left speechless.

There is also an opportunity for naive Robert to improve his intellectual ability to understand the ideas of human scum and traitors.

“I’m out of excitement. Let’s just say the right answer.”

After taking a moment to catch my breath.

“The Baron kept it a secret from even his son and used his men to raid the warehouse. He even stole the only valuable item in the warehouse, the blood of a troll, and then made it look like the demon he could not properly kill. “He deliberately came out early in the morning and did something to make people angry.”

“Uh, um…”

“Of course, he doesn’t even care about the fear of demonic beasts that the residents of the territory will experience as a result, and he will just keep asking about the one ‘Gray’ who came to someone else’s territory and caused an accident .”

It is clearly visible.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t have acted like Baron Flambell, but if I acted like that in the current situation, I’d probably be busy writing letters.”

“Toward whom?”

“Of course he is my father. Your son got into an accident here. I don’t want to get into trouble with Gibraltar over this, but I hope you take good care of your son.”

My father would snort as soon as he received the letter.

“Boy, then why did you steal the troll’s blood?”

“30 points. Because it’s money. 60 points. Because that’s all I had. 100 points. Troll blood is not only good for wound recovery, but it’s also good for aging recovery.”

“…Are there any extra points?”

“No. None.”

Nothing special.

“An old man who couldn’t form a corps of knights or mercenaries to hunt a demonic beast happened to touch Gray, who seemed like he could be touched. That’s all.”

“Well, then… “

Robert looked pale for a moment and shuddered.

“Well, Master. Should we just go back to the territory?”

“Why suddenly?”

“Of course, if Baron Flambell dies in this situation, wouldn’t an investigator come from the royal capital? If that happens… “

“I am more confident in the back.”

“Yes?”

“Even if I really tried to assassinate Baron Flambel, if the investigator comes and investigates, I will be found not guilty.”

I revealed the cuffs with Morgania’s emblem on the inside of the robe and inside the shirt sleeves.

“If Queen Carmen finds out that I am among those involved in the case, she will personally send someone from Morgania as an investigator.”

“Uh, heh heh…”

“How convenient it is to hold the hand of someone in power. Even if you fail, there is a way to overcome it at least once.”

Instead, if the same incident happens somewhere in the future, everyone will think ‘Gray is an assassin’.

“The troll’s fatigue will not kill him. On the contrary, the Baron’s body will come to life.”

“…Didn’t you leave the troll’s blood behind on purpose?”

“You didn’t leave the item lying around expecting it to be stolen.”

“But you expected theft.”

“It looks like this conversation will continue. If we conclude, Baron Flambell, who actually stole, is a piece of trash.”

“That’s true, but…”

“Once.”

I spread my index and middle fingers in the direction of Seville, then folded only the index finger.

“I can see you once. But not twice.”

“Uh, over there… “

Other than Robert, the Whites muttered as if they were trying to say something to me.

“Huh? Why?”

“Oh, no. That’s…”

“Is there something on my hand? Isn’t it?”

“…Well, in the Empire, raising the middle finger is a bit of a harsh insult…”

“Oh, is that so? There was nothing like that in the Imperial Newspaper.”

“You don’t put double insults in poetry or newspapers.”

“That’s right.”

White people have now become loyal subjects.

But what should I do?

‘I know.’

Suddenly, a burst of laughter came out.

“Young master, I heard it’s a harsh insult…”

“Later, I’ll have to do it in front of Baron Flambell’s eyes before he dies.”

“Young master…!”

“If you steal something from someone else, it’s theft. And the crime of theft is…”

Booo ooo much

A strange sound coming from behind.

“…What is it?”

“It’s a trumpet. It seems like an urgent report.”

“Stop.”

In the current situation, what is the need to blow the trumpet in an emergency? We even went on an expedition to a contaminated area, and that’s what happened.

‘No way.’

Did someone kill and eat the cow that ate the grass poisoned with Maggi?

So in the end, has the plague already started to spread?

‘Are you saying that fate always happens even if there is a difference in time?’

If that’s the case, this current situation is extremely malicious.

As soon as I arrived at the Seville territory-

‘No. I came here 7 times and now something like this has happened?’

Before I returned, I came to the Seville territory several times.

I think it happened less than 10 times.

If this is my 7th visit and fate is playing a trick by telling me to prevent future plagues from now on-

“Master Gray Gibraltar!!”

A soldier on horseback arrived in front of us, out of breath.

“What’s going on?”

“Well, that is…! “The Baron has fallen!”

“…He collapsed? Why? He was fine when I saw him in the morning, why?”

“That, that is.”

I sensed a strange energy in the soldier’s expression.

‘Why are you embarrassed?’

A state of feeling uncomfortable speaking.

The eyes roll from side to side, and the mouth keeps biting its lip and hesitating.

That’s understandable.

Because there are some things that are difficult to tell to me.

But-

‘You don’t think of me as a criminal?’

The reason you’re embarrassed to tell me is not because I’m Gray Gibraltar, but because it’s something that’s really difficult to talk about?

“Hey, Sir Robert. Listen for a moment.”

The soldier called Sir Robert, not Sir Mente.

Robert put his hand on the sword on his waist and approached cautiously, with the intention of cutting him down without the soldier noticing, but-

“It is…”

“Ah.”

Sir Robert looked dumbfounded for a moment after hearing the soldier’s whisper.

“Master, that is. Huh.”

“What is it? Why can’t I speak?”

“…I can’t really tell you this right away.”

Robert looked embarrassed and began to move his hand widely over his armor, unseen by the soldier.

“…”

“So…Ah?!”

He wrote in his own language, and because of that, all the white people saw it.

“What is it? “What did you say?”

Sir Mente, who is still at the basic level of the imperial language, does not know the words.

“Soldier. We will clear the camp and return immediately, so go back first.”

“Ah, yes! I told you clearly!”

The soldier left in a hurry at my words.

“…Puhahaha!!”

Only after the soldier had left out of earshot did I burst into laughter that I had barely suppressed.

“Well, master?”

“Wow, that gentleman. Even when he dies, he dies very splendidly.”

“Yeah, that’s true.”

“What? What is it? What on earth did he do that they’re saying he died? Huh?”

“Lord Mente.”

I spread one hand wide, then held the other hand upright and bumped my hands together.

“He’s gone.”

“…”

“Troll blood has anti-aging properties, but it is also effective in that area.”

“Uh, um… “

“This is it.”

Unlike empires where medical science is developed, the average age in the kingdom is about 70 years.

“Prince Gamos Seville is in such an awkward position. His father, at such an old age, knew a woman younger than him, and he collapsed in her arms and now has to be her chief mourner.”

“It is not common for an old person who often eats fatty foods and does not exercise regularly to suddenly die while exercising vigorously, which causes blood to rush to the head… But it is quite common.”

Sir Mente scratched his head.

“Robert. Hey, even a single soldier talks out of consideration for you, but what if you say something like that while all the kids are watching?”

“Ah, no. Lord Mente. It’s unfair. Who would have thought something like this would happen? And Whites sometimes look like adults…”

“Still, what is a happy boss in front of kids, a happy boss!”

“Sir Mente! That’s rude! Speak up…!”

Flambel Seville.

Boksangsa Temple.

About this, I could not tell the hidden truth to anyone.

‘If you get a heart attack just because you got some energy from the troll’s blood, all the old people in the kingdom will die.’

If there was a fear of dying from something like that, Flambell himself would not have stolen troll blood and drank it.

‘There are two main possibilities, the only difference is the method, but the purpose is the same.’

The fact that Baron Flambell himself left without being aware of it.

‘He was assassinated.’

Not by me, but by someone else.

‘You are the crown prince.’

This style.

It’s his favorite method

I like it too.