Chapter 120: Here to Do Some Business (1)
The capital of the Ritania Kingdom, Cardenia, was vast, displaying the grandeur befitting a powerful nation.
The moat surrounding the walls was filled with water, making it look like a wide river.
One could sense the imposing majesty that seemed capable of repelling any invading force.
The mercenaries who had followed Ghislain were awestruck, unable to close their mouths at the overwhelming sight they were seeing for the first time.
âWow... itâs incredible. So this is the Cardenia Iâve only heard about...â
âThe castles in other estates were completely like toys. What we had back in our estate wasnât even a castle. It was just a burrow.â
âItâs not just big, but doesnât it look different somehow? Doesnât it seem more impressive? They mustâve spent a fortune building it.â
Cardenia had developed as the capital of the kingdom for hundreds of years.
It was characterized by a unique atmosphere where classical-style buildings mingled with newly constructed ones.
Even though it was better off than Ferdium, the estate they had been living in was still just a poor, remote territory.
They could not have imagined such a gigantic city existed.
Even the usually talkative Belinda was left wide-eyed and silent, and even Gillian, who had long worked as a mercenary in foreign lands, could not help but express his admiration.
âWow... just looking at it is intimidating.â
The mercenaries gazed up at the walls, sighing unconsciously.
Just seeing it was enough to drain their fighting spirit.
They wondered if they could even scale the walls if something were to happen within this fortress.
No, they doubted they could even leave a scratch on the wall, let alone climb it.
Deep down, they earnestly hoped that their lord would not cause any trouble here.
âWh- whoa... whatâs that?â
The mouths of the onlookers suddenly let out exclamations of awe.
The sky was painted a brilliant red by the sunset.
The crimson light was reflected off the countless spires towering within the city, scattering it in all directions.
It was as if the entire city itself was emitting the red light.
While everyone was lost in awe, captivated by the magnificent sight, only Ghislain glared coldly at the castle.
âCardenia...â
The impregnable, undefeated fortress, the city blessed by the goddess.
This place, praised in countless ways... had once been utterly crushed by his hands.
The King of Mercenariesâ army had swept over Cardenia the moment they declared war.
Ghislain had broken through all the lords blocking the passage and occupied Cardenia within just a week of the warâs commencement.
It was an unprecedented show of speed and destructive power.
At that time, Ghislain had plotted with his strategists to find the quickest route to the royal palace and pierced straight through. Thatâs why Cardenia had been breached so helplessly.
Of course, this was only possible because his sole target for revenge was the new king, the Duke of Delfine.
âIt didnât take long to occupy Cardenia... but in the end, I failed.â
His goal wasnât to occupy Cardenia; it was to kill the Duke of Delfine.
However, when Ghislain entered the royal palace, the Duke of Delfine was already gone.
Even now, Ghislain didnât know why the Duke, who had ascended to the throne, wasnât at the royal palace.
He only knew that he had failed.
Enraged, Ghislain scoured the entire kingdom in search of the Duke of Delfine.
âIt was my mistake. I should have withdrawn and maintained the frontlines.â
He burned the North, trampled the South. He massacred the West and pillaged the East.
From that point on, he was no longer called the King of Mercenaries, but rather a vengeful demon driven mad by revenge.
The Ritania Kingdom didnât just stand by and take it, either.
Hidden powers emerged to stand in his way.
Grinding.
Lost in thought, Ghislain ground his teeth without realizing it.
The crimson hue of the sunset over Cardenia Castle was reminiscent of the color of the blood shed by Ghislainâs subordinates in those days.
Even now, Ghislain could vividly recall the sensation of his head being severed, along with the emotions he felt at that moment.
âIn this life, Iâll make sure to....â
â Hiiiiing!
âYoung Master!â
The knight furrowed his brow, completely caught off guard by the unexpected answer.
It was such a subtle change that one wouldnât notice it unless they looked closely.
However, since Ghislainâs group had been carefully observing the knight, they caught that brief shift and felt a strange sense of victory.
âYeah, you didnât see that coming, did you?â
With a dubious expression, the knight began to inspect each of the wagons.
Though he seemed suspicious, he called over soldiers to conduct a thorough search, which secretly impressed Ghislain.
âTheyâre well-disciplined. Our estateâs soldiers should be more like this.â
After checking several wagons, the knight cautiously asked, âCosmetics, you said...?â
âYes, I made them myself.â
âTheyâre not toxic, are they?â
âItâs just cosmetics. If you donât believe me, open one and check it yourself.â
The knight picked up one of the containers and carefully opened the lid.
He sniffed the fragrance, scooped a small amount with his finger, and rubbed it in, but his suspicious gaze didnât waver.
âHmm, the scent is nice. It seems fine on the skin as well...â
âWant one? Consider it a souvenir for visiting the capital.â
The knight shook his head. Though the fragrance was pleasant, he didnât want to accept something so dubious.
Ghislain smirked and asked again, âItâs expensive, you know. Donât regret not taking it later. Itâs a luxury item you canât afford on a knightâs salary.â
The provocative remark made the knight frown.
âI donât need it.â
âFine, if you donât want it, forget it. Just donât complain later, okay? No blaming me.â
âThere will be no need.â
The knight, caught up in Ghislainâs taunts, glared at him with cold eyes.
Kaor chuckled at the sight.
âWell, now he looks a bit more human. I thought he was a wooden puppet with that unchanging expression.â
The knight turned to Kaor, his gaze now carrying a hint of menace.
The other mercenaries, not much different from Kaor, had amused smirks on their faces.
The knight scribbled a few characters on the entry log, clearly irritated, and barked out, âYou may pass!â
Ghislain smirked and gestured to the group. âAlright, letâs go. We got through.â
Belinda followed closely behind Ghislain, giving the knight a sympathetic look before speaking up.
âSir Knight, youâre going to regret not taking that.â
âWhat?â
But Belinda didnât say anything more, slipping past him quickly.
As Claude entered next, he gave the knight a playful wink.
âWhatâs with those weirdos?â the knight muttered, still baffled, but the group was already too busy marveling at the sight before them as they entered the castle.
âWow!â
Inside the triple-layered walls, the castle grounds felt like a different world entirely.
It was far more bustling than any estate they had visited before.
Shops selling all sorts of goods lined the streets, and every alley was teeming with people.
âIâve never seen this many people in one place,â one of the mercenaries said, and the others nodded in agreement.
It was so crowded that just looking around could make you dizzy. The city felt like a living, breathing entity.
Unlike Brivant, where Ghislainâs group drew curious stares, no one here paid them any mind.
There were plenty of others around who looked just like them.
Ghislain let the group wander and take in the sights, and before darkness completely fell, he managed to secure two large inns.
The group was too large to stay in one place, and there wasnât a suitable spot to store the wagons.
As soon as they settled into the inn, Ghislain called Claude to go over what they needed to do next.
âFirst, we need to find a proper place to stay.â
With so many people and belongings, it wasnât practical to keep lodging at inns, and it was costly and inconvenient.
They needed to set up a proper base in the capital, like other merchant groups.
Claude nodded in agreement. âWeâll also need a shop to sell our goods anyway. We should look for a suitable building. After that...it might be time to start marketing. How about attending a banquet to build connections with the nobles?â
Ghislain responded with a disinterested tone,
âDo we have to?â