Count Scribe's Tutor

The banquet hall was momentarily static.

It was worth it. It was because I had no idea that Prince Two would come into direct contact with reality. And above all, there was something that surprised the nobles. It is because the two princes were promised to meet in advance.

However, the fact that it was a party was awkward to die.

In fact, the promises he made were an excuse to keep the leftovers out of the way. But I didn't know he was going to mention a pledge he didn't even make.

The fact that he was making an awkward face grabbed Ferda with his elbow.

The signal calls for help. Ferda reaches out her long finger and grabs the back of the thread once. I was allowed to talk. In fact, he took a big breath and bowed his head.

“I'm surprised you're here sooner than I thought, Your Grace. ”

“Haha, I'd like to see the Confucius as soon as possible. ”

It's pretty good for improvisation. Sarphene, a four-year-old prince who burst into laughter, came straight to the side of Silvane. Then he tapped his shoulder and said.

“We have a lot of eyes here, so let's talk on the terrace. ”

In response, Baron Wuronsen dislocated his shoulder. Seeing the complex look on his face, he seems delusional. On the other hand, Silvane, who lowered her head silently, followed Sarphene to the terrace.

Dalkak

The doors to the banquet hall and the terrace are closed.

There were four of them on the terrace.

Silvan and Ferda, and Sarphene and his escort knights. A man with a big bowl and an expressionless face. Ferda glares at him with a glance.

‘Argal Winvester. ’

One of the five sovereigns of the Kingdom mentioned in the original.

A knight who built a revolutionary ball for Sarphene in the civil war. Black frizzy hair, brown eyes, plus over two metres of weight, he was definitely right.

It was definitely a horse test. ’

Ferda remembers a character named Argal because he is a rare Magistrate. In fact, the M.E. is not uncommon. It's easy to find among mercenaries.

‘But only that man is on the path of the Sawmaster. ’

That's why I was naturally intrigued.

When Ferda looks at Argal, someone knocks on the glass door outside. He was the man with the silver platter. Carefully approached, he placed a glass and a bottle of wine on the table and often walked away.

“Nothing like this to break the awkward atmosphere. ”

A clear glass contains red wine.

Later, Sarphene glances at the bottom and smiles.

“How about a drink? ”

“Yes, thank you. ”

I thought about it for a moment, but then I lifted my glass.

Suddenly, there was a question of touching Ferda's brain.

‘By the way, have you ever had a drink? ’

I don't think it was in the original. I was never relaxed enough to drink in the first place. I was always busy being chased by the Holy Nation for my slow awakening as a commander.

At least eight times, I drank a drink recommended by Yoo Baek Hyun, but it was only to consume the elixir more effectively.

‘There won't be any injections.' ’

It doesn't matter if you drink now that you've finished your adult ritual.

However, if you were to pour alcohol on the throne of the Second Prince, that would be difficult too. Ferda was half worried, half worried, and the two glasses slammed together lightly.

After a sip of wine, Sarphene suddenly opened her mouth.

“Thanks for what you said earlier. ”

Suddenly, he looks up.

At the same time, the story of Sarphene continues.

“My heart is full of beans even when I see them. I worried a lot if the congressman refused or made a face in English. ”

After finishing his words, he smiles as if he were ashamed. Seeing that, Ferda bursts into flames.

In the original article, it was Sarpheth who slashed the heads of the enemies, even as a child. But I never thought I'd say my breasts were peanut butter. I couldn't help but smile.

Then, the reality of listening to the story opened my mouth.

“Thank you very much. It was a little difficult to do that. ”

“Oh, you're in trouble? What's troubling you? ”

Sarphene's eyes suddenly turned into hawks. You wait for the word "prince" to pop out of your mouth, just like a falcon aiming for food. But the reality was not as pleasant as he thought.

“Actually, I've never been in a place like this before, so it's kind of strange. ”

“Well, maybe he is, too. ”

Sarphene nods as if she understands.

“The heretics have never attended a royal banquet. ”

A moment later, Sarphene looks embarrassed as if she had recognized her mistake. Then he smiled awkwardly and said.

“Oh, I meant no disrespect. I apologize if I'm uncomfortable.”

“No, Your Majesty. Don't worry.”

The handrail shakes.

Then they poured a silent glass. Not long after that, there was about half a bottle of wine left. Sarphene tightens her tightly closed lips.

“I'm not like you. ”

With a somewhat intoxicating face, his gaze turned to reality.

“The xenophiles are the same people as us after all. One day, if I ascend to the throne, all factions will be free of slavery and my people. ”

In conclusion, that's a red lie.

It was because in almost every session, Sarphene was described as extremely averse to the xenophobes. After winning the civil war, I could immediately see how he dealt with the xenophiles as the next king.

Mostly swords. ’

He armed the foreign factions and used them to subdue the Barbarians.

Not only that, the elderly or the sick are subjects for military magic, but adults or children who lack warrior qualifications have been used as living scarecrows to preserve the soldiers' sense of practice.

I can't believe that such a man makes a xenoid into a people.

However, the fact that he did not know this was just a silent bow.

“I admire your thoughtfulness. ”

“Well, someday I'd like to talk about this in depth. ”

Is it because I like the way things are reacting?

Sarphene bursts out a somewhat exaggerated smile.

While watching this scene quietly, a strange aura suddenly pierced Ferda. Fierce even as it feels. It was determination. I didn't have to try to find out who it came from.

Argal Winvester, knight standing behind Sarfene.

Seeing the hostility of the words, he guessed what his intentions were.

Are you trying to provoke me? ’

It doesn't really give off determination. I was just tapping my shoulders. So Ferda recognized it as a provocation.

Taking it is simple. No, it's possible to leave being beaten and press silently. But I was a little curious.

Why all of a sudden? ’

Why are you suddenly taunting me? What kind of income do you want with this? Suddenly, there was a curious conjecture that struck the brain.

Are you trying to assess my level of strength? ’

That was all I could think of in the current situation.

There is also a traitor, Serik Benar, beside Sarphene. And Serik knows just how powerful Ferda is. Is that why, through Argal, the escort knight, he's trying to measure the exact level of force?

‘Whatever.' ’

I didn't intend to respond to the taunt childishly.

So I spilled it. I literally spilled his energy quietly. Then Argal twitches his eyebrows and begins to exhale. However, even as it drifted away lightly, I saw a momentary embarrassment.

Ferda's actions did not stop there.

Not only did I hide my rage, but I hid my strength and strength. Then the feeling became increasingly confusing. Facing Argal like that, Ferda laughs silently.

As he enjoyed the slowly stiffening face of Argal, Sarphene's words caught Ferda's attention.

“I hear the Confucius is a commander, by the way. ”

It was because of the word Sarphene mentioned as a commander. It was also the 'forbidden word' that Ferda had mentioned before, which should not be used as a conversation topic.

“I've never seen a commander before in my life. If you don't become a lung, can't you show me a little bit of your abilities? ”

His eyes gleam like snakes for a moment.

In fact, I thought about it for a moment, then lowered my head.

“I'm sorry. I can't use my strength unless I'm on the battlefield. ”

“Hmm, I see. That's too bad.”

Sarphene's taste was truly regrettable. On the other hand, Ferda smiles wisely in response.

It was because I was peculiar how well I handled them without having to teach them. By the end of the conversation with Silvane, Argal, who was silent, whispered in a small voice.

“Your Grace, it's time to wake up. The promise of the late Recalton. ”

“Hmm? Is it time already? ”

Sarphene mutters in surprise.

After checking the time, he bursts out an awkward smile.

“I'm sorry. I'd love to talk more, but I have an appointment. ”

“It's okay. I don't have to worry about it. ”

In reality, he replied with a sincere voice.

Then Sarphene suddenly asked as if she had remembered something.

“By the way, I thought you said you were staying in the capital for about a full night. ”

While he was caring about Argal for a while, he seemed to have said something like that. As he nods and tries to answer, Sarphene smiles.

“Soon I'll send a lion. Let's finish what we couldn't today. ”

“Yes? Lion, what is that?" ”

“Now if you'll excuse me. ”

Sarphene doesn't have time to answer, although she tries to question her embarrassed face again. I just got up and left the terrace, without hesitation.

Quack, quack, quack!

Sarphene returns to the banquet hall.

As he paces, he looks back at Argal and opens his mouth.

“How's he doing? ”

Immediately before approaching Silvan, Sarphene told Argal one thing: He instructed me to assess Ferda, the soldier blue-haired young man in the room.

Soon, Argal's answer returned.

“I was · · · · · · · offended. ”

“Oh, what part? ”

Argal simply said strong is strong, weak is weak. I don't use ambiguous language like that. Sarphene asked as if it were interesting, and Argal spoke again.

“All taunts were taken lightly. I stimulated her to live, but she didn't react. Instead, I just smiled. ”

“Hmm? So you're a layman, right? ”

“Maybe, maybe not. ”

Sarphene's face crumpled with a mysterious answer.

He grunts low with an uncomfortable look on his face.

“Argal. Let's play charades with me now." ”

“I didn't see anything. ”

“What?"

“It was clearly in front of me. I couldn't hear my breath. I couldn't feel my wits. He was like a mist. ”

There was tension in Argal's voice. Sarphene, who felt this, sank her furrows. Then I asked him in a dry tune.

“So what's the verdict? ”

“It is possible that you are a layman, as you speculate. ”

Ordinary people who have nothing to do with combat feel neither determined nor alive.

But Ferda is not an ordinary person. Didn't you say that about Serek right away? He's at least a sophisticated level of sophistication.

“But if he's unmanned, ”

Argal bites his lip tightly as he joins his words.

I haven't even slammed my sword, but it's a disgrace to say this as an unmanned person. But I can't tell lies in front of the Lord. Argall's troubled thoughts reveal exactly how he felt.

“· · · · · · · I don't have a chance. ”

I was clearly in front of him, but I didn't know the move.

Argal decided that he couldn't win. On the other hand, Sarphene, who heard this, touched her chin as if it were interesting.

“It's been a long time since I saw you speak so softly. ”

He knew that Argal had appeared only twice, including today. And one of them confronted the Duke of Setier, the greatest knight in the realm.

“How strong are you? ”

Sarphene's eyes sparkled with interest.

Then he stops walking. It was because the banquet hall changed quietly. All the nobles were looking at the entrance to the banquet hall. Sarfene's gaze was also glued to the entrance.

After a while, a duo formed in his eyes.

“Oh, I didn't expect this. ”

Sarphene's mouth twisted slightly at the appearance of an unexpected guest.

Sarphene, who was watching him quietly, soon turned her head toward the terrace. There was Ferda and Silvan, who were just returning to the banquet hall.

“If I do well, I might be able to check my real skills today. ”

The gray eyes sparkled interestingly.

* * *

After Sarphene and Argal left the terrace.

In fact, he falls down on the table and sighs. Ferda grins as her stiff shoulders loosen.

“Well done.”

“Ugh, I thought I'd die of tension. ”

The fact that he sighs again.

He mutters with his face buried on the table.

“But what if we call each other later? It's so hard just to have a quick conversation. ”

In fact, it was tearful.

Ferda, on the other hand, replied with a subtle reply.

“Don't worry too much. You just have to bounce before then. ”

In the beginning, the period of full moon was just enough. After the ceremony, I didn't intend to stay here for a full night. I was always thinking of returning to the territory once I had completed my personal goals.

Meanwhile, is he relieved of Ferda's answer?

In fact, he raised his head with a much better face. Then Ferda, who was patting his back quietly, asked.

“Better than that? ”

“Huh? What? ”

“No, I think I drank a lot. ”

His eyes turn to an empty bottle on the table.

While Sarphene was drinking two glasses, she drank five glasses by herself. Then it was normal to get drunk somewhat. However, Ferda hesitated because she could not find it in real life.

“Of course it's okay. I'm not this full. ”

Then came the unexpected answer.

You're full? As you tilt your head in answer, you knock on an empty bottle. Then I answered with a satisfactory smile.

“It was a little tart for grape juice, but it still tasted good. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

I tried to say something, but then I closed my mouth.

It looked like you were drinking in the first place.

Are you drinking too much? ’

It could be. You don't even think of wine as a drink. And since I didn't get drunk at all, the possibility was enough. Then the thread that stood up grabbed Ferda's arm.

“Let's go back. We're eating leftovers! ”

It seems to remind me of the food I didn't eat before.

Ferda nods and returns to the banquet hall.

But somehow the atmosphere was a little strange. Too quiet? I tilted my head to see if I was curious.

“Huh? Then why is it suddenly so quiet · · · · · · · · ·. ”

At that time, he closed his mouth. It was because I felt enormous vigor from the entrance of the banquet hall. At the same time, Ferda also stared at the entrance, his face stiffened.

Jubbuck

At that moment, a man who was surrounded by the crowd moved on.

He looked about forty and a half.

I saw yellow eyes with grey hair that stretched out like a lion's mane and chest pains. The outfit was also somewhat unusual. He was dressed as a conqueror, not a banquet fit.

And most notably, the direction he was headed was where Ferda and Silk were headed. The man approaches with the heavy footsteps, looking up at Ferda.

“I've never seen anything like it. ”

A heavy voice came from the man's mouth.

A moment later, he reaches out his gloved hand.

“Greetings. Setyr du Raganata. ”

Grand Master, Duke of Setier.

He shakes Ferda's hand with a bold face.

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