A Sword Master Childhood Friend Power Harassed Me Harshly, So I Broke Off Our Relationship And Make A Fresh Start At The Frontier As A Magic Swordsman.

"Dear Flick..."

Noelia, who turned to me, seemed to get the same idea from Marco's information.

"Oh, that's the last thing I wanted to imagine. Looks like Gyre's got some kind of bad idea of moving the miners."

"It would be better to be in a responsible position as Commander of the Kingsguard Knights..."

"Finally, it was not until Lady Gile became lord of Inverhanes that people were sent from the mine to that Abyssfall underground facility. We have also heard that those close to Master Gile have partitioned and established everything by causing the Royal Army to be raised from the garrison or by assuring the vigilantes of their independence from the kingdom of Imbahanes."

In Marco's testimony, a line that seemed to connect and didn't connect connects with Don.

Gile gave the horn of the demon dragon Gabrigus, crusaded by me and Alfine, to the kingdom, and in the land of Imbahanes, which he obtained as a reward, it seemed that the locals, the Beasts, were also embracing it and were solemnly preparing to flip the anti-flag to the kingdom.

"That noble Bombon did such a great thing..."

On the impression I met him several times, he was a man who seemed to condense the bad things about his grand aristocratic master, but he still didn't seem like a man with enough liver to plan a rebellion.

"Or Lord Gyre has hands and feet, and his fate may be his father's. Chancellor Boris is the mastermind."

From Susana, who was listening, Gile's father's name came up.

Boris, as the prime minister of the kingdom, was arguably one arm of the king, who had cut through a difficult period after the great assault.

"The Chancellor... I'm not familiar with nobility, but I've heard many rumors about him."

I had heard recently that it was an assassination of a nobleman who was a political enemy, that he was accepting large sums of bribes from merchants for convenience, and that he had also pinned his mouth on succession to the throne.

It was the assessment of a man in me named Chancellor Boris that he was the prime minister of the opponent, but hated by both the people and the nobles.

"As an officer in charge of countering the Great Assault, I have also heard from my father that he, then a middle-sized court nobleman, was recognized as meritorious by King Frederick and pulled up to the Chancellor at once after the assault"

"That's right. But its prime minister, Lord Boris, rebuilt the kingdom damaged by the Great Assault in a way that could be described as forceful. So all the dark rumors behind us are not always the same person."

"There may be a line of instructions from the father... That would mean that the Radcliffes themselves are prepared to fly anti-flags against the kingdom..."

"I was wondering if it was possible. King Frederick is also old, so if you hate him from the next king, you must fall. I've heard these days that you seem desperate to pinch your mouth about the succession to the throne, but you're probably in a hurry because all heirs hate you like a snake scorpion."

Then rebel first - you mean.

Besides, let's join hands with forces outside the kingdom, hang out with even the rebellious beasts in the kingdom, and even use a monster called the new Abyss Walker.

I touched one end of the fact that had emerged from Marco's confession and a cold sweat was running down my spine.

"I don't know who the mastermind is, but even Master Gile is definitely connected. If we capture those in the mine, we'll have proof."

"Well, thank you for talking to me. After listening to Lord Marco, I found out the approximate background. Since this seems to be in our hands alone, may I exchange information with those sent by Uncle Borderline and consider it carefully?

"Yeah, I was wondering if you should do that. All the beasts taken have been killed except me..."

You remember those fellows who were murdered unharmed, and I saw a flame of hatred once again in Marco's one eye.

The hatred that dwelt in its eyes became an obsession with life, and I felt I could come back to this land in such a dying state.

"Leave this matter to us. Lord Marco hasn't even healed his wounds yet, so I'd appreciate it if he would try to rest."

"I understand. We will now eat the meal that you prepared for us."

Then we ate a meal with Marco, and when the villagers delivered him to the newly prepared house, he said a week's rest and broke up.

And we called Noelia and Susana once again, and we discussed the future, but we agreed that we couldn't help ourselves more than it turned out to be a great aristocrat, and we decided to wait for those who would be sent to us in order to use the help of Uncle Borderline.

But when I went to Marco the next day to see how the wound was, there was no sign of him, and only one piece of writing had been placed on the table.

The letter only said, 'I may waste the life I have had Lord Flick help with, but let me only take the vengeance of my companion and daughter Maribel who was with me'.