Before the meal, Almark was telling Ward about a mercenary he met in Galentre.
I eavesdropped on Morgen's magic, and he said, Kill Wendy,
"Oh my God."
and groaned and Ward was stunned.
"So much for a specific plan."
"Yes, I'm sure the raid will come tomorrow."
Almark nods and confirms.
"How many people are guarding this mansion right now"
"Your husband gave me a lot of people to guard your daughter. There are only 20 men on guard."
20 people...... Almark flaunted his face.
Neither are the enemies more numerous than lurking in a peaceful city that is not a battlefield or anything.
It would be a lot and 10 people at best.
So if this is 20 warriors, there's nothing wrong with that.
But there will be no one in the 20 guard men in this mansion right now whose battle is for real.
And...
"Given the size of this mansion, you can't say that the number of people is enough."
"Sure. If you have a plan for a specific raid, it's all the more so."
Ward nods.
"We need to increase the number of alerts immediately. But I can't come so suddenly by calling the guards from all over the territory. What to do."
Ward frowned between his eyebrows.
"Ask the lady to evacuate elsewhere."
"No, you should stop that"
"Why is that?
"This mansion is already under surveillance. Today, on my way up the hill with this mansion, I saw two suspicious men, neither local nor traveler. Probably surveillance personnel at this mansion."
"Oh my God."
Ward goes out of line again.
"If Wendy leaves this mansion, that's what they think it is. They should be staring at easy targets around here. Hard to escape, easy to surround. You're going to push him there."
I would.
"Lord Almark, are you..."
"Mr. Ward, I suggest you do it right now. First of all, this mansion has too few garden lights. It doesn't matter if it's a lamp or whatever. Let the light shine brightly on the outside to keep them away."
"... I see"
Ward nods at the barometric pressure.
"Another thing, the outer walls of this mansion are too low"
"It's more than an adult's back length."
"Not enough. Mercenaries will get over it easily. So, on the assumption that you can get over it, put backwoods on the inside of the wall."
"... What is Asaki?"
"Oh, uh, we're gonna put the trees together and keep the tips pointed. Keep it just off the outside wall"
"Well, it won't be easy to get through the walls."
"Yes, can you"
"There are many trees to use for firewood. Let's make something like that somehow."
"Thank you"
"Oh, my God, here's a thank you, Lord Almark. I'm afraid I can't be an expert on you."
Ward made a few other confirmations to Almark, then called the servants and started giving them instructions.
Enhanced security, increased lighting, creation of backwoods, messengers to Galentre.
When you get them handy, turn to Almark,
"Lord Almark, please keep this matter a secret from Miss Wendy. I'll come when I have to talk to you sooner or later, but today I'm glad you two need it."
And I say it like I'm sorry.
"... ok"
Almark nodded. On the way here, Morgen and I were discussing that with intent.
This is not what we should tell Wendy. I'll leave it to Mr. Ward.
"Let's get dinner ready soon, too. Please, come here."
Almark is urged by Ward to head to the hall.
After dinner, Almark and the others were led by Wendy to sit back on the fluffy sofa in the reception room and resume the chat.
Morgen's eyes shine on the tea treat the servant brought to me.
I couldn't talk about it at dinner, and I let Wendy and I talk about that and this during the journey as they picked the sweets.
When Wendy laughs at the story, she's relieved at the same time that she's happy that, oh, good to be here.
The topic moved from journey to school at some point and the three continued their conversation without getting tired of it.
Wendy laughed really well and Morgen had been shuddering.
Almark was also followed by the two of us and laughed so often that he would have laughed so much.
I wanted this fun and happy time to last forever if I could, Almark thought.
I wish this time wasn't over now.
Maybe what Almark thought was his instinct as the son of a mercenary.
Maybe it was because the end was drawing near that I wanted it not to end.
The three happy hours came to an end with the shitty noises heard from the courtyard.