"Cyril! I'm going to Rachel's right now, so I'm gonna get ready."
I want someone to praise me for not slapping His Royal Highness the King in the head to serve when I heard those words at school.
The problem I am currently plagued with began a few days ago.
Was that around two months after Miss Rachel left the king's capital?
His Royal Highness, who was supposed to be in the student club room, was suddenly pale in the face for some reason and said, "Cyril! Where!" since I heard you were searching all over the school for me.
Haven't you ever seen him so hasty, Your Highness, as he has long been an unchildren child?
Not to mention, have you ever seen a disturbance like this in public?
"What's wrong?
"I'm going to Marcel territory with Rachel now. Get ready."
Huh?
Who is this guy?
Bad, I thought about being disrespectful.
But it would be safe because I haven't put it in my mouth.
Still, I want you to think I can't help but look at His Highness with a frightened eye.
Or is it Marcel territory now? What does His Highness say in his sleep?
There's a school, there's a pile of work.
I can't even say I'm leaving the King's Capital in this state.
"I can't."
"I can't or I'll go for anything!
"What the hell happened to you?"
His Highness doesn't seem to care at all about me sighing deeply.
Something bossy and whining in a small voice.
What the fuck?
"We need to stop Rachel from meeting her destiny..."
"What?"
A fateful encounter? What is it?
Even now, excellence has prevented me from reading His Highness's intentions.
But I can assure you.
This is definitely a different case.
Seems like a serious incident never happened to His Highness.
But for me, I feel like I'm trying to get along with some pretty crappy business.
I don't know, but the subsequent development was like a storm.
His Royal Highness immediately turned to the Royal Palace's office to clean up his urgent work with rage.
Without knowing the translation, I was made to organize the paperwork, use it and run, and shoved bread into His Highness's mouth, which did not take a meal.
Is it after four days of doing that?
"Found..."
The face of His Highness, who laughs demonically at one document in his hand, the shadows that were once deceived by angels have no fine dust.
… exactly like a demon king who sneered in front of his eyes at the sacrifice.
"Hey, what..."
"Cyril, do you know Baron and Lady Donacian have been winging well lately"
"Yes, well."
"Apparently, we're gonna have to find out on the ground."
Huh?
A peek into His Royal Highness's hand reveals a document sent out by Baron Donacian. Like there's a flaw... Ah?
I'm going to overlook it, but I feel uncomfortable with the income from the territory.
I wonder what it is.
Crops are more recessionary than usual…… wingspans well for it.
… Indeed, something seems to be happening.
"Heading to Donacian territory is a top-secret investigation. I'll have to go right before the baron can get rid of the evidence.
… right. Do we have to go through Marcel territory to get to Donacian territory? "
Even so, Your Highness, who says it as if you had just noticed.
Marcel territory.
His Highness puts his hand on his chin and gives him a deliberately conceived look. But now His Royal Highness's eyes, who has only taken a temporary sleep, are sitting, and he will think that he is smiling as usual. But that figure just looks like the bad guy who set something up.
"Come on, Cyril. We leave tomorrow.
I will tell His Majesty about this.
You prepare the escort and make the journey.
Yeah, make sure you get in touch with the Marcel Lordship Hall. Never forget. "
Poor Baron Donacian, too.
I would like to go to Marcel's territory, but I would not expect to be justified for it.
No, after all, this Your Highness would have found evil within it. What time is it? … No, it's just getting pretty fast.
In such a bummer, I use a horse, not a carriage, because I'm in a hurry, and I only take a break and move on.
Tension overshadows the fact that the knights also appear to accompany His Highness on a naturally and seriously classified mission.
Baron Donacian would never have thought he'd find out so quickly without hiding the evil...... but there's no need to panic that far.
I can't say very much.
I just want to meet my fiancée... Oh, my God.
Yeah, I can't tell you.
So let's say it in my heart.
He's going to work for me.
… Well, I don't even feel refreshed.
Nevertheless... Dear Theodore, who would have blown weird things into His Highness.
I really resent you.
As we approached Marcel territory, His Highness's expression became cloudy.
He said he left the royal castle confidently, but by the time he entered Marcel territory, he wrinkled between his eyebrows and remained silent.
And when a cleric came out in front of the mansion.
That desperate look on your face.
I've been on my side since I was born as a brother-in-law, but I've never seen it before.
Even when I saw the ghetto in the Salim district, only my eyes would burn too much in my helplessness.
Is there something for His Highness that gives despair?
You're getting involved with Miss Rachel.
Her Royal Highness is about to meet Miss Rachel. I don't know if I'll be in a bad mood then. But it won't be a use today.
I have no choice. Do you think I'll look into that cleric?
The cleric's name is Alois Wato.
My father is an assistant to the high priest, and my two brothers both work for the Episcopal Church in Wang Du.
And my grandfather was a former high priest.
Hmm. Looks like a big guy to me.
But why is it that the Watto family, who serve all the good priests like him, is in such a province, not in the king's capital, not in the Marquis?
I was watching the report delivered to the Inn after I arrived in Donacian territory. It was delivered by one of my sources everywhere.
His Highness was still useless after meeting Miss Rachel that day.
He didn't come out of the cage in the room, and even after he managed to meet Miss Rachel the next day, he looked all dark while riding his horse.
Once, he said, "Do you think I was hated?" And so I looked serious and asked, so I said, "Right."
Then I dropped my shoulder and said, "Well," and I shut up.
No, because I don't know what you and Miss Rachel talked about in the first place.
Though it seems like something you might understand if you think about it a little bit.
I mean, you did something you didn't like.
I've always thought it was a pain in the ass to be uzzled like this, but when I got to Donacian territory, I was back to my usual highness.
He quickly found evidence of wrongdoing and boarded into the Donacian Lordship Hall as if to bump into frustration.
Because the barons are in the king's capital, there are only deputies in Donacian territory.
But all you can say is a boulder to hunt them down with a smile on your face.
Now it is His Highness.
While I was impressed, His Royal Highness's return to the Inn is also depressing.
And I took the letter out of my chest pocket as if I had noticed something.
Oh, that's what Miss Rachel gave me.
A letter that I watched many times since I left Marcel territory.
Seeing that you haven't opened the seal, you haven't had the courage to open it.
I'll give His Highness the paper knife that I kept all the way on the table. His Highness then received it reflexively. … Come on, open it?
Oh, I opened it.
His Highness's gaze has moved from left to right many times as if following the letter's letter.
Load a few letters, then go back to the first and load them again.
You must have read too much.
No, but over and over again I'm getting a glimpse of His Highness's complexion. The cheeks are trendy and the mouth is badly loose.
What does it say?
I stood quietly with zero presence on my side, but I was curious and approached His Highness.
His Highness then turned to me with a sharp gaze that would shoot right through him: "Don't look!" He returned the letter to his chest pocket, looking important.
Shit, no.
Cyril, do you have any Donacian business here tomorrow?
"Yes, you can interrogate the Baron after you return to the King's Capital."
"Right. Then you should go back to the king's capital and interrogate the baron."
"... what about you?
"I thought I'd stay in Marcel territory for a few days..."
"You can't decide!
In my words His Highness gives an unfaithful look.
I had no idea that Your Highness would look like this.
"You don't think you can work for me so hard"
"Then work for me. I will wield you."
"Ugh..."
Look, it would be too much to know.
"More or less…" I try to say a further novel and I hear a knock.
"It's Roger. Your Highness, I need to tell you something quickly."
From across the door, I heard a pressing Roger.
But why is Roger here, who should be on Miss Rachel's side? Unexpectedly face-to-face with His Highness.
Sure enough, from Marcel territory to here, if you run a horse, you'll get there in less than half a day.
Even so, why did you leave Miss Rachel, who is entrusted by Her Highness to escort you?
Your Highness also felt something, turning to something with a sharp face at once.
"Get in."
After His Highness's heavy voice, I am surprised to see Roger's face entering the room.
Roger wrinkles between his eyebrows and distorts his face badly. I guess I got here and came straight because I said I was in front of His Highness but I didn't even look ready.
Both my Highness and I take a breath on the rather urgent appearance.
Then, under the cold gaze of His Highness, Roger kneels and opens his mouth in a low head position to the point where he wonders if his head will be on the floor.
"Lady Rachel has been taken away."