The Abandoned Baroness is one of the Black Knight’s favorites

Even if it is within the royal castle, there is a profession that can infiltrate. Gilbert was walking around the royal castle handing out a bunch of letters with his postal ID card, which was not a forgery. We don't enter heavily guarded or classified places, but it's enough work to gather information you know.

"Whoa, Jill. Good work."

He raised his hand and called out to a young foreign minister who had first known him since he had begun to infiltrate. I am not a very senior official, but I do not need to be a senior official in this case. You can support as much information as you want. Because if you look at people, it's easy to read letters magically. Gilbert greeted him with a familiar smile.

Good work, Mr. Camille.

"You're really serious. I don't think anyone will complain even if I look back a little."

"Really? I'm just getting started, and I'm not really sure."

Gilbert's character is too strong to be in his pocket. Until now, Gilbert, whose expression was said to have softened during his relationship with Sofia, had decided to play character and extract information. Kevin was the reference. Of the people on Gilbert's side, I'm sure he's the best at getting into someone else's pockets. Gilbert became more familiar with the surroundings than expected with a slight change in skin color to suit the climate in central Elatos. Combined with dark tea hair, I don't think you will notice the identity just by looking at it.

"Oh, yeah. Are you off tomorrow? How about a drink tonight?"

"Eh, is that okay? It's a treat, Mr. Camille."

"No, I didn't say I'd buy it yet."

Camille herself is a good man to go out with. But Gilbert hasn't done anything soft enough to feel guilty about using it.

"─ ─ Look, I've been tingling ever since your case. I have to drink."

"Ah, um... it's troublesome. Thank you for your work."

As soon as they infiltrated, apart from the nobles in the faction struggle, the officials in charge of practice in the castle have many critical opinions about the authoritarian politics of the current Second Prince Helmut. Camille's case refers to the royal scandal that caused it. As soon as I knew it, I contacted Mathias.

"You have to show your face everywhere, so don't get caught up. I'll see you tonight at the tavern."

Gilbert sighs small as he waits behind him. I think it's ridiculous to laugh and talk, but this is surprisingly convenient. The only problem is that I'm more tired of using my sword than magic.

Gilbert regains consciousness and moves on to the next department. You can't make a fool of an izakaya. It is not uncommon for rumors to contain important information. Gilbert raised his mouth as he slightly reduced the bundle of letters.

A tavern is a tavern in the King's Capital of Elatos somewhere away from the royal castle. The location makes it a good place for young people to grow their wings because high-ranking officials don't use it very much. When Gilbert arrived, Camille sat first in the crowded shop and asked for alcohol.

"Oh, I'm so tired. What's Jill drinking?

Gilbert asks the store clerk to return the same. I pulled the chair and sat down.

"Did you keep him waiting?

"No, not really. Overtime?"

"Officials are a lot of indiscretions."

When I smiled bitterly, Camille also smiled bitterly.

"The officer is also someone's innocent victim."

It must be.

Make a sound on the matching glass and stir it up nearly half at once. Amber wine is not very strong, and sweetness is modest. Camille laughed at the unexpected sigh.

"You're tired too. I heard you came out of the country."

"I came to King's Landing for a little while at home. ─ ─ I had to leave it behind."

"Oh, is this it?

Gilbert glanced slightly at Camille, who pointed his pinky finger upwards. I'm not mistaken, but when it comes to Sofia, I'm really allergic.

"Haha, don't look like that. Well, I don't care about guys like you, but I won't take anything else."

"─ ─ What did I look like?

"Hmm? No, I didn't like it. You love her."

Camille called the clerk and ordered some additional dishes. Waiting for Gilbert's reply, he looks at us and drinks.

"Yes, she's the only wife I care about."

Gilbert smiles. It's been a long time since I've laughed naturally, and I miss seeing you somewhere. Camille stopped moving in front of sentimental Gilbert. She looked at the expression strangely and opened her mouth gently. The moment my eyes met, I tapped the table and stepped out as if time had moved.

"... my wife!? What, you. I was married!

"Didn't I tell you?"

"I didn't ask...."

"I'm married, me. It's not bullshit, so I'll keep quiet. My wife is in the countryside, so I really want to get rid of everything and get out of here."

He played and said, and drank a sip of wine. If you mix a little truth with a lie, it's hard to be noticed. That's what Gilbert remembered when he became a knight.

"Really? That's good. That's good. I hope we get rid of Jill's house."

Then Camille seemed to be in a good mood to learn more about Gilbert's wife. Gilbert still answers with a little mix of real things. But the reminder of Sofia was bright and true, and so lovely.

And it happened when Camille was completely drunk and Gilbert, who was drinking modestly, was trying to gather information from other customers.