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Vermont Imperial Family.
The people of the world commonly referred to them as noble bloodline, mystical imperial family, and rulers of the empire. Jin had never even considered the idea that they would be searching for Temar's tomb.
Why?
Rather than thinking about his movements being exposed, a more fundamental question came to Jin’s mind.
'What would they do by finding Temar's tomb?'
Those who are not Contractors of Shadows cannot make use of Solderet's legacy.
So, the most likely reason for third parties to seek the tomb would be to hinder the Contractor from utilizing the legacy.
Or perhaps there is something else unknown within Temar's tomb.
"You don't seem all that surprised? But I'm sure you must have been surprised."
"I am surprised."
"Wow, I've never seen someone manage their expression as well as my Oraboni at times like this."
Looking back at Bishkel's demeanor towards Bubare, it seemed like he wasn't very good at concealing his emotions, but that wasn't the important issue.
"Okay, let's say the Vermont Imperial Family is also searching for Temar's tomb. How did you get this information?"
"Well, you see, there's not much our leader doesn't know. Would this explanation suffice?"
Margiella responded with an innocent expression, causing Jin to raise the corner of his mouth.
"No, it’s not. Kinzelo has no obligation to report everything to me in full detail. I was just asking."
"Nice of you to let it go."
"Even though the source of the information is unclear, the intention seems quite straightforward. It doesn't seem like false information."
It's not that Jin wasn't curious about the source. He just assumed they wouldn't tell him anyway.
"Do you also know the reason?"
"Why is the Vermont Imperial Family searching for the tomb of Runcandel’s first patriarch?"
"Yes."
"Hoho, I can't quite remember that. Although if Sir Jin were to join us in the revolution, I think I will remember."
"Just keep forgetting about it."
"Wouldn't you be really disappointed? It's probably the most impressive piece of information I've given you so far."
This isn't an ordinary wager.
Her identity is unknown, she is presumed to be tainted by the power of chaos, and she had a thick face and a relaxed demeanor. Margiella was quite a tiresome type to deal with.
Fortunately, Jin knew how to handle such people.
"You can leave now. I won't take any payment for the tea."
"Payment for the tea?"
"It was the finest tea from the mountains of Mila. I cherish it too. Well, that's not important, Gilly. See off Sir Bishkel and Ms. Margiella, will you?"
"Understood, young master."
"You are joking, right?"
"I am absolutely serious."
"Alright, hold on!"
Without even listening to those words, Jin swiftly turned around.
"Just a moment! I'll give you a little hint. Why don't you sit back down here..."
However, Jin had already entered another room and closed the door.
Margiella stared at the closed door for a while, then shook her head helplessly.
"In social circles, they call this pushing and pulling, right? Did I push too hard? Oraboni. What do you think?"
"...That's not a very appropriate expression."
"Well, Lady Gilly McRolan? If I apologize for my rudeness, will Sir Jin come out again?"
Gilly shook her head.
"He will definitely not come out. Please follow me."
With Gilly leading the way, Bishkel had no choice but to push the wheelchair and follow.
Margiella looked incredibly disappointed, while Bishkel had a cold expression. He might have been angry that Jin made his younger sister upset.
"Lady Gilly McRolan."
"Speak, Ms. Margiella."
"The Imperial Family is searching for the remains of Temar Runcandel. Please convey this to Sir Jin."
Gilly didn't respond and continued walking.
But though she didn't show it on the surface, her heart was pounding, almost as if it would go crazy.
Gilly had experienced the pristine appearance of Sarah, the guardian from the second tomb.
So perhaps Temar might also exist within a tomb created for him in a similar manner.
In the form of a person who 'seems alive.'
At the same time, a foreboding feeling arose within Gilly.
'If the first patriarch exists somewhere in a tomb... would he be friendly towards the young master?'
Sarah attacked Jin upon seeing him. She had also heard that Sylderay Runcandel, the guardian Jin encountered in the first tomb, had acted the same way.
'For some reason, it feels ominous, but it's ultimately a matter for the young master to judge.'
With no response from Gilly, Margiella let out a disappointed sigh.
"I just want to be a part of Sir Jin's life, but it seems that Sir Jin is not interested. It feels like having an unrequited love."
Silence.
At that moment, Gilly briefly stopped walking and turned to Margiella.
"Kinzelo has always had friction with the young master from the past. During his early years as cadet, you kidnapped young master's people, formed an alliance with Zipfel, created strange objects that threatened the world, and numerous people were unjustly sacrificed in the process."
And that wasn't all.
"Moreover, using the compass you created, Zipfel collected Contractors as if searching for strange things, and Kinzelo's dark magic society even turned the citizens of the Holy kingdom into living golems."
"Oh..."
"I heard you witnessed it during the incident in the Holy kingdom. The victims of the living golems. Even when seeing those who had lost their lives and were grotesquely transformed, you don't feel any remorse?"
"That's..."
"Don't delude yourself into thinking that you've done small favors for the young master. Even without you, the young master could have overcome this crisis. What young master despises most in this world is people like you."
The remorseful expression on Gilly's face then returned to an impassive one.
‘...I've lashed out too much, reflecting on the past of these crazy bastards. I didn't need to say this.’
And as soon as Gilly turned around and tried to guide the Ivelianos siblings.
"It might be hard for you to understand."
Margiella opened her mouth with a faint smile.
"And surely, we might appear as villains. Our Kinzelo is, in a broader sense, working for the betterment of the world."
"What are you saying...?"
"We're going to create a better world than the one we have now. That's what we're doing. And we sincerely hope that Sir Jin will join us in that endeavor. Once Sir Jin understands our intentions, he will think positively about it."
At that statement, reason nearly left Gilly.
Surely, if someone hadn't grabbed Gilly's shoulder. It would have happened for sure.
"...Fourth young lady."
It was Myu who laid a hand on Gilly's shoulder.
"Fourth young lady? Can you call me that?"
"I apologize, Eighth Flagbearer."
"Right, that's correct. Next time, I won't just let it slide with a warning, Gilly McRolan."
"Yes, I understand."
Gilly bowed her head deeply.
Myu's gaze was fixed on the Ivelianos siblings. She had coincidentally overheard their conversation while walking down the corridor.
"These crazy bastards exist everywhere, don't they? Working for the betterment of the world? Are these third-rate terrorist scum trying to act all high and mighty? So shut up and just get lost already. Before I break your wheelchair and cripple your arm."
The bloodlust appeared in Bishkel's eyes in an instant.
However, Myu chuckled without minding his reaction.
"Why? Sir Bishkel, don't you like it? Does it hurt your feelings?"
"You're being a bit excessive in your words. Lady Myu Runcandel."
"How about we head to the arena? It's not a banquet, but as a Flagbearer, I have that authority."
Margiella replied with a bright smile, aiming to keep her beloved older brother from being flustered or making a mistake out of anger.
"Oh my, you're Lady Myu Runcandel, aren't you? A pretty face with harsh words has always been to my taste. It's so enjoyable to witness again."
"What?"
"It was nice meeting you. I didn't intend to be unpleasant, but I would appreciate it if you could show your broad generosity as a Flagbearer of the Huphester’s ruling clan. See you later!"
Swoosh! Margiella pushed the wheelchair with all her might, passing by Myu.
The speed she could generate from those slender arms was almost unbelievable.
"Oh, and Lady Gilly. Thanks for the guidance! Next time, I'll get you tea."
Bishkel glared at Myu for a moment before chasing after his younger sister.
It was a moment when one extra name added to the list whom he wanted to kill as much as Bubare.
"Gilly."
"Yes, Eighth Flagbearer."
"Weren't you trying to attack them just now? A nanny, aren't you out of your mind?"
When Gilly couldn't answer and lowered her head, Myu's hand went up. It was about to slap Gilly's cheek.
Fortunately, such an incident didn't happen.
"Hey, Myu. Are you trying to put your hand on the nanny of the youngest? Put your hand down."
This time, it was Mary.
Coincidentally, they were right outside Mary's room as they spoke. So Mary, finding the outside conversation intriguing, came out to the hallway, anticipating that something might happen.
"Elder sister Mary?"
"Are you supposed to call me that?"
"...Seventh Flagbearer."
"Right. I won't say much. If you don't want to get into trouble, just go your own way."
"Elder sister!"
"She's calling me ‘elder sister’ again. Hey, you idiot. You set up a situation where you could look good in front of the youngest, so why are you making a fuss to get your points deducted again? After hitting Gilly, do you think you can handle it?"
Of course, Myu never intended to insult the Ivelianos siblings to gain Jin's favor.
She just didn't want to hear Ivelianos or Kinzelo 'kind of' spouting nonsense in the Garden of Swords. There was no ulterior motive.
"Ha."
"Ha? Try harder."
Crack...!
Myu glared at Mary with clenched teeth.
"...I'll step back today, but you too, elder sister. Be reasonable. Beating someone into submission is something a beast does, not a human. Don't assume I'll put up with it forever."
"You speak well. Even a beast listens when it's beaten. Shouldn't humans listen even better?"
As Myu left with her fists trembling, Mary shrugged her shoulders.
"I understand now why elder sister Luna found them so exhausting."
"...Thank you, Lady Mary."
"Though Myu was a bit unlucky with her words, you should be thankful to her, not me. If you had actually attacked Ivelianos just now, it would have been a disaster."
Gilly knew that fact better than anyone.
If she had attacked the Ivelianos siblings out of anger, Jin would have been in a terrible situation.
That's why Gilly began to dislike herself immensely.
Rather than being of any help to Jin, she was on the verge of making a mistake due to petty emotions.
"Well, should I say you have such a sense of justice? Anyway, I like it. That’s the nanny of a pure-blood. I think my nanny would have done the same."
Mary patted Gilly's shoulder with a grin.
"Tell the youngest to set a date and event for the duel. And Gilly."
"Yes."
"In my opinion, the youngest will only lose his composure and go crazy when his comrades are in trouble. Especially when it comes to you, be smarter in the future. You'll probably be even more important to the youngest than anyone else."
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Vermont Imperial Family.
The people of the world commonly referred to them as noble bloodline, mystical imperial family, and rulers of the empire. Jin had never even considered the idea that they would be searching for Temar's tomb.
Why?
Rather than thinking about his movements being exposed, a more fundamental question came to Jin’s mind.
'What would they do by finding Temar's tomb?'
Those who are not Contractors of Shadows cannot make use of Solderet's legacy.
So, the most likely reason for third parties to seek the tomb would be to hinder the Contractor from utilizing the legacy.
Or perhaps there is something else unknown within Temar's tomb.
"You don't seem all that surprised? But I'm sure you must have been surprised."
"I am surprised."
"Wow, I've never seen someone manage their expression as well as my Oraboni at times like this."
Looking back at Bishkel's demeanor towards Bubare, it seemed like he wasn't very good at concealing his emotions, but that wasn't the important issue.
"Okay, let's say the Vermont Imperial Family is also searching for Temar's tomb. How did you get this information?"
"Well, you see, there's not much our leader doesn't know. Would this explanation suffice?"
Margiella responded with an innocent expression, causing Jin to raise the corner of his mouth.
"No, it’s not. Kinzelo has no obligation to report everything to me in full detail. I was just asking."
"Nice of you to let it go."
"Even though the source of the information is unclear, the intention seems quite straightforward. It doesn't seem like false information."
It's not that Jin wasn't curious about the source. He just assumed they wouldn't tell him anyway.
"Do you also know the reason?"
"Why is the Vermont Imperial Family searching for the tomb of Runcandel’s first patriarch?"
"Yes."
"Hoho, I can't quite remember that. Although if Sir Jin were to join us in the revolution, I think I will remember."
"Just keep forgetting about it."
"Wouldn't you be really disappointed? It's probably the most impressive piece of information I've given you so far."
This isn't an ordinary wager.
Her identity is unknown, she is presumed to be tainted by the power of chaos, and she had a thick face and a relaxed demeanor. Margiella was quite a tiresome type to deal with.
Fortunately, Jin knew how to handle such people.
"You can leave now. I won't take any payment for the tea."
"Payment for the tea?"
"It was the finest tea from the mountains of Mila. I cherish it too. Well, that's not important, Gilly. See off Sir Bishkel and Ms. Margiella, will you?"
"Understood, young master."
"You are joking, right?"
"I am absolutely serious."
"Alright, hold on!"
Without even listening to those words, Jin swiftly turned around.
"Just a moment! I'll give you a little hint. Why don't you sit back down here..."
However, Jin had already entered another room and closed the door.
Margiella stared at the closed door for a while, then shook her head helplessly.
"In social circles, they call this pushing and pulling, right? Did I push too hard? Oraboni. What do you think?"
"...That's not a very appropriate expression."
"Well, Lady Gilly McRolan? If I apologize for my rudeness, will Sir Jin come out again?"
Gilly shook her head.
"He will definitely not come out. Please follow me."
With Gilly leading the way, Bishkel had no choice but to push the wheelchair and follow.
Margiella looked incredibly disappointed, while Bishkel had a cold expression. He might have been angry that Jin made his younger sister upset.
"Lady Gilly McRolan."
"Speak, Ms. Margiella."
"The Imperial Family is searching for the remains of Temar Runcandel. Please convey this to Sir Jin."
Gilly didn't respond and continued walking.
But though she didn't show it on the surface, her heart was pounding, almost as if it would go crazy.
Gilly had experienced the pristine appearance of Sarah, the guardian from the second tomb.
So perhaps Temar might also exist within a tomb created for him in a similar manner.
In the form of a person who 'seems alive.'
At the same time, a foreboding feeling arose within Gilly.
'If the first patriarch exists somewhere in a tomb... would he be friendly towards the young master?'
Sarah attacked Jin upon seeing him. She had also heard that Sylderay Runcandel, the guardian Jin encountered in the first tomb, had acted the same way.
'For some reason, it feels ominous, but it's ultimately a matter for the young master to judge.'
With no response from Gilly, Margiella let out a disappointed sigh.
"I just want to be a part of Sir Jin's life, but it seems that Sir Jin is not interested. It feels like having an unrequited love."
Silence.
At that moment, Gilly briefly stopped walking and turned to Margiella.
"Kinzelo has always had friction with the young master from the past. During his early years as cadet, you kidnapped young master's people, formed an alliance with Zipfel, created strange objects that threatened the world, and numerous people were unjustly sacrificed in the process."
And that wasn't all.
"Moreover, using the compass you created, Zipfel collected Contractors as if searching for strange things, and Kinzelo's dark magic society even turned the citizens of the Holy kingdom into living golems."
"Oh..."
"I heard you witnessed it during the incident in the Holy kingdom. The victims of the living golems. Even when seeing those who had lost their lives and were grotesquely transformed, you don't feel any remorse?"
"That's..."
"Don't delude yourself into thinking that you've done small favors for the young master. Even without you, the young master could have overcome this crisis. What young master despises most in this world is people like you."
The remorseful expression on Gilly's face then returned to an impassive one.
‘...I've lashed out too much, reflecting on the past of these crazy bastards. I didn't need to say this.’
And as soon as Gilly turned around and tried to guide the Ivelianos siblings.
"It might be hard for you to understand."
Margiella opened her mouth with a faint smile.
"And surely, we might appear as villains. Our Kinzelo is, in a broader sense, working for the betterment of the world."
"What are you saying...?"
"We're going to create a better world than the one we have now. That's what we're doing. And we sincerely hope that Sir Jin will join us in that endeavor. Once Sir Jin understands our intentions, he will think positively about it."
At that statement, reason nearly left Gilly.
Surely, if someone hadn't grabbed Gilly's shoulder. It would have happened for sure.
"...Fourth young lady."
It was Myu who laid a hand on Gilly's shoulder.
"Fourth young lady? Can you call me that?"
"I apologize, Eighth Flagbearer."
"Right, that's correct. Next time, I won't just let it slide with a warning, Gilly McRolan."
"Yes, I understand."
Gilly bowed her head deeply.
Myu's gaze was fixed on the Ivelianos siblings. She had coincidentally overheard their conversation while walking down the corridor.
"These crazy bastards exist everywhere, don't they? Working for the betterment of the world? Are these third-rate terrorist scum trying to act all high and mighty? So shut up and just get lost already. Before I break your wheelchair and cripple your arm."
The bloodlust appeared in Bishkel's eyes in an instant.
However, Myu chuckled without minding his reaction.
"Why? Sir Bishkel, don't you like it? Does it hurt your feelings?"
"You're being a bit excessive in your words. Lady Myu Runcandel."
"How about we head to the arena? It's not a banquet, but as a Flagbearer, I have that authority."
Margiella replied with a bright smile, aiming to keep her beloved older brother from being flustered or making a mistake out of anger.
"Oh my, you're Lady Myu Runcandel, aren't you? A pretty face with harsh words has always been to my taste. It's so enjoyable to witness again."
"What?"
"It was nice meeting you. I didn't intend to be unpleasant, but I would appreciate it if you could show your broad generosity as a Flagbearer of the Huphester’s ruling clan. See you later!"
Swoosh! Margiella pushed the wheelchair with all her might, passing by Myu.
The speed she could generate from those slender arms was almost unbelievable.
"Oh, and Lady Gilly. Thanks for the guidance! Next time, I'll get you tea."
Bishkel glared at Myu for a moment before chasing after his younger sister.
It was a moment when one extra name added to the list whom he wanted to kill as much as Bubare.
"Gilly."
"Yes, Eighth Flagbearer."
"Weren't you trying to attack them just now? A nanny, aren't you out of your mind?"
When Gilly couldn't answer and lowered her head, Myu's hand went up. It was about to slap Gilly's cheek.
Fortunately, such an incident didn't happen.
"Hey, Myu. Are you trying to put your hand on the nanny of the youngest? Put your hand down."
This time, it was Mary.
Coincidentally, they were right outside Mary's room as they spoke. So Mary, finding the outside conversation intriguing, came out to the hallway, anticipating that something might happen.
"Elder sister Mary?"
"Are you supposed to call me that?"
"...Seventh Flagbearer."
"Right. I won't say much. If you don't want to get into trouble, just go your own way."
"Elder sister!"
"She's calling me ‘elder sister’ again. Hey, you idiot. You set up a situation where you could look good in front of the youngest, so why are you making a fuss to get your points deducted again? After hitting Gilly, do you think you can handle it?"
Of course, Myu never intended to insult the Ivelianos siblings to gain Jin's favor.
She just didn't want to hear Ivelianos or Kinzelo 'kind of' spouting nonsense in the Garden of Swords. There was no ulterior motive.
"Ha."
"Ha? Try harder."
Crack...!
Myu glared at Mary with clenched teeth.
"...I'll step back today, but you too, elder sister. Be reasonable. Beating someone into submission is something a beast does, not a human. Don't assume I'll put up with it forever."
"You speak well. Even a beast listens when it's beaten. Shouldn't humans listen even better?"
As Myu left with her fists trembling, Mary shrugged her shoulders.
"I understand now why elder sister Luna found them so exhausting."
"...Thank you, Lady Mary."
"Though Myu was a bit unlucky with her words, you should be thankful to her, not me. If you had actually attacked Ivelianos just now, it would have been a disaster."
Gilly knew that fact better than anyone.
If she had attacked the Ivelianos siblings out of anger, Jin would have been in a terrible situation.
That's why Gilly began to dislike herself immensely.
Rather than being of any help to Jin, she was on the verge of making a mistake due to petty emotions.
"Well, should I say you have such a sense of justice? Anyway, I like it. That’s the nanny of a pure-blood. I think my nanny would have done the same."
Mary patted Gilly's shoulder with a grin.
"Tell the youngest to set a date and event for the duel. And Gilly."
"Yes."
"In my opinion, the youngest will only lose his composure and go crazy when his comrades are in trouble. Especially when it comes to you, be smarter in the future. You'll probably be even more important to the youngest than anyone else."
