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Cadel stepped into the room where Garuel was staying. He clung to his side the whole time, so no one gave him a suspicious look. It was also a great virtue that Cadelâs face was not well known.
Once in the room, Garuel pulled out a chair in front of the table and sat Cadel down, then rummaged through his cabinet, bag, and coat until he returned with a small vial.
âLetâs put some medicine on the wound first.â
ââ¦â¦Me?â
âFirst of all, I donât have a single wound on me, so thatâs right, Sir Cadel.â
Garuel smiled and opened the cap of the medicine vial and scooped the white ointment with his fingertips. His gaze landed on Cadelâs bewildered face. It must have been a fairly urgent situation, and it seemed that Cadel did not even notice that there were scratches on his face.
âYour face is a mess from being scratched by rose thorns. Itâs not a bad cut, but it wonât heal unless you put some medicine on it.â
âAh, thatâs okay, it doesnât even hurt.â
âIt breaks my heart to see my favorite face disfigured.â
Garuel made an exaggeratedly sad face, and Cadelâs irritation was palpable. Of course, since he was in the position of being helped, his expression quickly relaxed.
With careful fingers, Garuel spread the ointment over the raw wound. Watching the gentle face accept his touch, he said jokingly.
âYouâre not asking me to use healing techniques or something while Iâm applying these things?â
ââ¦â¦I donât recall using such a cheeky tone with Sir, and thereâs no need to waste mana on such petty wounds.â
âWell, thatâs commendable.â
With a small smile, Garuel tossed the capped vial roughly onto the bed. He didnât ask any questions, except that heâd dragged him in for an explanation, and instead of questioning Cadel, he quickly reached for one of the flasks of liquor that filled the table.
He pulled the stopper and tilted the flask in a familiar fashion. Even as he emptied half the bottle in one swift motion with a loud rise and fall of his throat, his gaze remained fixed on Cadel. His expression hardened as if he were trying to figure out what to say.
The atmosphere became rougher than Garuel remembered, perhaps waking up from the hardships. His cheeks, which had looked plump, also lost weight and became sharper. The unique docile impression was still the same, but rather than being cute, the feeling of sorrow became stronger.
Garuel brushed his wet lips lightly with the back of his hand and muttered in an inaudible voice.
âYouâve become more beautiful than Iâve ever seen.â
ââ¦â¦Huh? What did you say?â
Facing Cadel, who looked at him questioningly, Garuel shrugged lightly. Then he pulled a new chair across from Cadel and sat upside down with the backrest in front of him, his arms draped over the backrest, his eyes twinkling as he sipped at the flask in his hand.
Garuel still didnât press for an explanation, but Cadel felt himself growing impatient. He didnât know how this was going to play out, and he wanted as many allies as he could get.
âActually, I was imprisoned in a prison just a short time ago. With the help of others, I managed to escape, and while being discovered and chased by the knights, I met Sir Garuel.â
ââ¦â¦Thatâs weird.â
Taking a sip of the rest of his alcohol, Garel frowned.
âIâve heard that the Scarlet Scales Mercenary defeated a High Demon that was targeting the gate of the Empire. Would you normally reward a hero with a prison sentence for such a feat?â
âI was imprisoned for a different reason.â
Cadel chose his words carefully. How much information to give Garuel here, what butterfly effect it would have, what could be expected, and more.
At the end of that long deliberation. A steady gaze turned to Garuel.
âLytos. Itâs the name of the family I was born into. Itâs also the name of the traitor to the Empire. Normally, I would have been exterminated without a trace of blood, but as a half-blood illegitimate son, I managed to escape. â¦â¦I thought I could cover my face, but in the midst of a fierce battle, itâs hard to keep my identity hidden until the very end. Eventually, I was spotted by the battalion captain of the Guardian Knight Order and dragged away.â
It was an abbreviated explanation that only included the main points, but Garuel seemed to have understood it to some extent with just that.
It would be surprising to learn that the man he saved was a traitor to the Empire, but there was no embarrassment or distress on his face. As if contemplating something, Garuel just kept drinking alcohol.
Garuel, who soon emptied the remaining alcohol, pointed to Cadel with the mouth of the empty flask.
âSo your full name is Cadel Lytos, right?â
âPardonâ¦â¦? Yeah, well. Thatâs right.â
âThatâs amazing.â
âIâm sure youâre surprised to learn that Iâve put you in an awkward positionâ¦â¦.â
âYour face is beautiful, and now, even your name is pretty? How far will you continue to fit my taste so perfectly? Iâm afraid I might steal your soul at this rate.â
What the hell kind of bullshit was that? It didnât sound like the kind of thing a person with a serious face would say, and Cadel didnât know how to react.
And while Cadelâs mouth twitched in a dumbfounded expression, Garuel slowly pushed himself to his feet.
âWhether Sir Cadel is a traitor of the Empire or a rebel, it doesnât really matter to me, which is just as well, because I was getting tired of the whole thing.â
He adjusted his eye patch out of habit and said with an easy smile.
âSay what you want. Since I was weak to Sir Cadelâs request from the beginning, I will do it without much resistance this time as well.â
What were his current priorities?
Rejoining his subordinates? Escaping the castle? Neither were bad options, but unfortunately, they were only temporary.
âNo matter how hard I try, there is only one goal. If I canât be promoted to the knight order, everything Iâve built up until now will be nothing.â
ãAnalyzing recorded achievements. It will take ??? hours until the quest results are available.ã
The system was still analyzing the quest results and didnât even tell him how long it was taking. At first, Cadel had thought it was simply due to the complexity of the analysis procedure, but now he realized there might be another reason.
âThat the analysis is complete only when you meet a specific person.â
He had to think of it as a reality, not a quest. In the first place, if he wanted to be promoted to knight order, he had to find someone who could make it happen.
Derek Osma, Emperor of the Empire. Cadel had to meet him.
âBut I canât just go there blindly. As long as the Emperor holds the power of life and death over me, it would be suicidal to show up first. I donât think heâd be willing to meet with me, so Iâd like to force him to confront me in a safe environmentâ¦â¦.â
Cadel, immersed in deep thought, suddenly found a fingertip touching his glass. As he moved his gaze along the well-groomed fingers, he met eyes with Garuel, who was drinking his share of alcohol. Garuel, who raised his eyebrows lightly, put down his empty wine glass and said.
âWell, youâre finally paying attention. No drinks the whole time, no conversation. Can I call that a masterpiece?â
ââ¦â¦Iâm sorry. Iâve got a lot to think about.â
âTo be pushed back like this again. This is what itâs like to be someoneâs âsecondâ.â
âDonât make me sound weird.â
Cadelâs brief glance was met with a roar of laughter from Garuel, who filled his empty glass, and in the toast gesture that followed, Cadel followed suit.
The glass clinked and rang clear. Cadel gulped it down without a second thought, his tongue burning from the bitter taste.
âYouâve been drinking this poisonous liquor like itâs water. Sir is really incredible.â
âIâm experimenting to see how much my body can take. So far, so good.â
Did his demonic energy cure hangovers too? That was a little enviable.
Shaking his head in disbelief, Cadel set down his barely-empty glass. Instead of refilling his empty glass, Garuel gave him a wry smile.
âHave you thought about what to ask? Whatever Sir Cadel asks of me, thereâs only one thing I want in return.â
âWhat on earth is the price? Since Iâm the one who needs favors, I will try to listen as much as possible, but it is difficult to ask me to go out and die.â
âItâs no fun to spoil it for you, but donât worry, no lives are involved.â
Despite his suspicious glances, Garuel only gave him an abominable smirk and ultimately refused to reveal the identity of his price. Cadel gave up trying to probe further.
âForget it. At worst, it would be a kiss. Just close your eyes and do it.â
After having his life threatened so many times, he had a heart of gold that he could give up his lips again and again. Rather, if it ended like that, this was an advantage.
Cadel said in the face of a meaningful Garuel.
âFor now, Iâd like you to remove these bracelets that are blocking my mana because Iâve never seen them before and I donât know how to do it.â
Shackles from the prison. As Cadel raised his arms on the table, Garuel glanced at the silver bracelets around his wrists.
âThis is a magic tool produced only in the Imperial family. If you have grown up in Lytosâ family, you should have seen it often.â
ââ¦â¦It, it was a long time ago, and I wasnât really interested in Imperial stuff.â
ââ¦â¦Hmm. I canât solve it right now, but we can figure out how to solve it. If you need a specific item, Iâll do my best to get it.â
Mana was the least defense mechanism. If Cadel met the Emperor while his mana was blocked, he wouldnât be able to cope with unexpected situations. The beginning of the plan was to release this magic tool.
âAnd why is Sir Garuel in the Empire now? I heard they invited ambassadors from various countries to discuss the seal of the Demon Realm. Is Sir here as an ambassador?â
âThatâs right, itâs a temporary title. The Emperor wanted the commander of the Knight Order to represent each country. Itâs a matter of course. Well, by now, in the White Kingdom, Modeleine is diligently leading the Twilight Knight Order in my stead.â
âSo they will have a meeting as soon as they get all the commanders together?â
âI bet it is. Itâs urgent, so there will be no procrastination.â
Good. That was good enough. Cadel nodded, his eyes shining as he withdrew his arms from the table.
âPlease take me there.â