Sophia stood with her nose held high in front of the four people.
âHmph! If you get on your knees and beg for forgiveness, Iâll let you go after taking just one of your armsâ¦â
âIf you apologize for insulting Lady Sophia and show courtesy in front of Count Bresiaâs banner, I will let you go.â
âSir Filmore!â
Filmore oppressed Sophia with a plaster-like look, then looked back while continuing his words.
âToday is a celebratory day where the lady is meeting with her fiancé, so Iâm being gracious. Do it.â
ââ¦â¦â
Raven stared silently at Filmore and Sophia. They were humans whom he once dared to not even make eye contact with. They had been there in the place where his father and brotherâs heads were decapitated. He still hadnât forgotten the expressions he had seen on their faces on that day.
Sophia, who was only 14 years old, left her seat after calling the two heads and Raven âdirty as bugsâ as he was being dragged away. Filmore had lashed out at him as he was dragged away, calling him the bloodline of the traitor scums, saying that if he survived ten years in the demonic army, then he would personally cut off Ravenâs throatâ¦
But now, they were looking down on him with expressions that were quite different from then.
Fury crept up his body. Before, he would have been blinded by anger and rushed at them. Yet now, strangely, he wanted to laugh.
But then, someone else stepped up in his place.
âPlease forgive us, sir, and Lady Bresia. My comrade is new to Sisak, so heâs not accustomed to things around here.â
It was Jody. Raven looked at Jody with surprise. Jody had addressed him as his âcomradeâ.
âI wasnât talking to you. I was talking to the man behind you.â
Filmore was still cold and stern.
âSir knight, this man isâ¦â
Raven came forward in front of Jody and spoke, âWhat if I was a noble? Should I still bow to you and that lady?â
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âHmm?â
Sophiaâs face turned pale, and Filmore became stunned. Raven smirked and took the identification token out before throwing it to Filmore.
âTake a look.â
âUmâ¦â
Filmore examined Ravenâs identification token, then his face hardened.
âBaron Edward Clintâ¦â
Unlike regular identification tokens that belonged to the familyâs subjects, Ravenâs identification token was inscribed with the lordâs signature, which proved his identity as a direct member of the family.
âHeâs my maternal uncle. After my mother died, I lived there until now. Originally, I should have continued the family, but a baby was born three months ago.â
âHmâ¦â
A man who was in line to succeed a Barony was definitely one of the familyâs prominent members and would hold the title of baronet. They were high enough in status to show only light courtesy to Sophia and the knight, even though it would be a different matter if Count Bresia was here himself.
âWhat do you think? I think Iâve already shown enough courtesy by clearing the way and bowing my head once, donât you agree?â
Filmore was at a loss for words, and a brief silence followed.
âH, he must have stolen it! Why would you accompany those mercenaries if you were a real baronet? And how could he be that impolite?â
Thinking that Sophiaâs words had some meat to them, Filmore looked down at Raven with a gaze that asked for clarification.
Raven smiled and shrugged.
âThe only thing I have is my skill with the blade. What else would I do? Iâm just roaming here and there, looking for a worthy master to serve. And it seems like you werenât much different from me in the past, wouldnât you say?â
ââ¦â¦â
Filmoreâs gaze shook. Around ten years ago, he had also roamed from place to place. He was a free knight that was no different from mercenaries until he swore allegiance to Count Bresia.
And unlike other knights who served Count Bresia before he became a High Lord, Filmore had joined as Count Bresiaâs knight quite late. Thus, he was never bestowed his own land. He had climbed to his place with his own abilities.
Besides, similar to the man who was standing in front of him, Filmore had ventured out from his family with the determination to carry out his ambition since he wasnât going to be continuing the family anyways.
Filmore saw his own youthful self in the ambitious young man who was standing in front of him. But Filmore didnât even dream of it â That the young man in front of him knew all about Filmoreâs past and had purposefully weaved his story in such a way.
ââ¦Youâre right. I apologize. You may go.â
âS, Sir Filmoreâ¦!â
Sophia cried out in shock. But Filmore gestured to stop Sophia, who was shaking in anger.
âThank you for understanding. Then.â
Raven lowered his head slightly, then moved along. Soldrake and Isla naturally followed behind him, and Jody hurriedly ran after the three with his mouth wide open.
âBy the way, where are you headed towards?â
Raven turned his head slightly and answered Filmoreâs question.
âI heard that a knight named Ramelda in Toro village is recruiting mercenaries. Iâm planning to head there right now.â
âI see⦠I wish you good luck.â
Filmore was well aware of the conflict between Baron Nobiraâs two knights and nodded his head.
âHey, letâs go.â
âUh, yeah.â
Scylla and Gus moved quickly at Jodyâs beckoning. The six people quickly disappeared out of the castle gate of Elma.
Filmore stared at the group until the very end, then turned his face with a grave expression.
âLet us go, my lady.â
âEek! What is this! How can you let such a scoundrel get away? He dared to insult me and my familyâ¦â
âHe didnât say anything wrong. Itâs proper to let them go. Rather, if a rumor spreads that the Bresia family was persecuting another noble family, it could hurt Count Bresiaâs reputation.â
âStill!â
âLady Sophia, there are a lot of eyes here. Youâre going to become the lady of Elma soon. you shouldnât act this way here. Itâs also very rude to Lord Elma.â
Filmore was her fatherâs most trusted knight and the teacher of the next Count. This meant that he was soon set to become the next head of the knights. In fact, he was currently the right-hand man of the next Count Bresia. Sophia couldnât easily refute his words and fumed in anger. Moreover, she could see commoners glancing at her and chattering amongst themselves.
âEeeek!â
Her lips fluttered in anger and embarrassment. She turned her horse and rode away.
Filmore let out a long sigh then started following Sophia. Then, as if something had caught his mind, he called for one of the soldiers.
âYou, go to the gate and ask the guard captain to give you the visitor book.â
âYes, Sir Filmore.â
The soldier rushed to the gate and brought back the visitor book.
âClint, Clintâ¦â
He looked through the book, but there was no name from anyone stemming from Baron Clintâs family. Filmore tilted his head in confusion and remembered that the young man had said Baron Clint was his uncle.
âExcuse me, Sir Filmore.â
âHuh? What is it?â
Filmore frowned and looked down in response to the soldier.
âThe guard who examined him yesterday told me⦠that the manâs name is Raven.â
âHm, is that so?â
Filmore looked through the visitor book once again.
âHuh!â
As soon as he found the name Raven, he froze.
âRaven Vaâ¦ltâ¦â
Stiff as a stone statue, Filmore looked down at the signature of Raven Valt, then raised his head.
It wasnât too late to follow. But Filmore hesitated as he thought about riding his horse to chase after them. After pondering for a moment, he turned his horse towards the castle once more.
âEven if I go after him right now, there is nothing to be gained. Heâs going to enter into the fight between Tylen and Ramelda anyways⦠Iâd better report this back to the lord and then make a plan.â
Lately, High Lord Count Bresia was very restless. It was because Prince Ian brought up the same topic whenever he became drunk at the banquets on his way to the imperial city. It was regarding the treason case from three years ago.
It was nerve-wracking for Count Bresia, who was involved in the incident, to hear that the most powerful candidate for crown prince was talking about the experience in front of all the major nobles he had encountered.
It could be damaging to his familyâs reputation, and furthermore, it could ruin his plan to finally extend his hand and make ties with other great nobles outside of Sisak.
However, a man with the last name Valt had appeared in Sisak at this moment.
âSomething is going on. A man with the name Valt is siding with Ramelda, whoâs clearly weaker, against Tylen who swallowed Gray Valtâs landâ¦â
Filmore creased his forehead while riding towards the castle. If Raven had seen Filmore right now, he would have had this thought â a fish, a very large fish, had taken the bait.
***
âStop looking. Youâre going to break your neck.â
Jody smiled at Scylla. She was continuing to glance backward even though they had left Elmaâs gate far behind.
âS, still! You donât know. That knight from before was real scary looking.â
âBut heâs not one to get back at us like a coward. Thatâs what my instincts are telling me, so donât worry about it.â
âIf you say soâ¦â
Although she had only been accompanying him for about a year, Scylla remembered that Jodyâs intuition was never wrong, and he had never made a wrong decision.
But her expression showed that she was still worried about the knight named Filmore.
Jody laughed at Scylla, but he also felt ill at ease.
âButâ¦â
Jody looked at the back of the young man who was walking a few steps ahead of him.
âI knew he wasnât a normal young man, but I didnât think he had almost become a lord of a territory⦠Besides, that Valvas guy was going to draw his blade as soon as something turned sour.â
He saw it clearly. The Cavalier had put his hands on the handles of his blades inside his robes with his arms crossed. At first, Jody thought it was done out of desperation, but that wasnât the case.
Jody saw the Cavalierâs eyes grasp the movements of the soldiers and the knights surrounding them with cold precision. In fact, if there had been a situation where blades were drawn, Jody would have bet all his money that the horseback knight who was closest to them would have had his head sliced off first.
âPhew, I donât know if this is luck or a curse.â
It was a great fortune to be accompanying extraordinary talents as a mercenary. But it was hard to grasp the intentions of the group leader named Raven.
âNo, no.â
Jody pondered briefly about Raven, then shook his head.
âI need to work together with these guys until we finish this task. We canât have these guys turn into our enemies, no matter what.â
Jody decided to believe in his hunch one more time, then carefully spoke, âUm, heyâ¦â
Raven turned his head, and Jody walked quickly to Ravenâs side as if he had been waiting.
âI was wondering if I had to call you Sir Valt from now onâ¦â
Even though free knights were not that different from mercenaries, a noble was a noble.
Raven smirked, âLetâs just keep what we had until now. Itâll just be inconvenient for both of us if you had to watch your actions and words in front of someone you met on the streets.â
âRight? Hahaha! Youâre so broad-minded!â
Raven responded to Jodyâs smile with a smile of his own. Initially, he had planned to use Jody to obtain information and to solidify his own status in the mercenary world, but now his thoughts changed.
âMy comrade is new to Sisak, so heâs not accustomed to things around here.â Raven started to look at Jody in a new light after hearing those words. If nothing else, Jody was a man who was loyal. Any other mercenaries might have immediately left the place and pretended not to know Raven.
In Sisak, catching Count Bresiaâs daughterâs attention in the wrong way could get them kicked out and possibly killed. But Jody was different. Unlike many other mercenaries that acted in their best interest, he was a man who valued loyalty.
âOh, maybe I shouldnât have sold my horse before.â
âStop it, you little bitch. Youâre making me feel nervous too.â
âWhat? Who was the one that ran away first when that knight came to us?â
âIâm a thief. A thief! Thatâs my natural behavior, donât you know?â
âYeah, now thatâs something to brag about, isnât it?â
Scylla and Gus started squabbling again. But somehow, Raven felt quite entertained watching the scene unfold. In following the threads of destiny from ten years ago, Raven had made new connections. A small smile hung on the face of Raven Valt.