Chapter 138 – 138. Prince Kanin’s Faithful Viscount Is Now in Ten Days to Die (1)

– One –

“Jose.”

“Please lower your voice, Viscount Uwevol.”

“… You can call me Lampage, but…”

“How dare I, a commoner, do that?”

“Whoa…”

Viscount Uwe Boll sighs and shakes his head.

‘There is no such thing as an iron wall, there is no such thing as an iron wall. I can’t seem to get the recruiting angle, Won…’

For the past 15 days, he has accompanied Jose across the skies of the Empire.

Even though he had the rare experience of flying across the continent, he could not concentrate on it at all.

Because, more than anyone else, he wanted to somehow recruit Jose into his underling.

But,

“Okay. How soon will it arrive?”

“If the weather isn’t bad, we’ll be there by midnight today.”

“I guess so.”

“Yes.”

It’s cold.

Silence flows.

“…Aren’t you hungry?”

“I’m fine, but would you like to come down and have a meal?”

“… I’ll just eat here.”

“Yes.”

José had no intention of continuing a long conversation with Viscount Uwebol.

Except for the content related to the request and essential communication, he was terribly reticent.

Compared to when he was with Margarita, he seemed like a completely different person.

‘If I had been a woman, would I have been able to melt this wooden man… ?’

Viscount Uwe Boll shakes his head.

As the days gradually warmed up, it was even hot during the day.

Although flying at high altitude, Jose’s tent was really cozy.

However, since they flew at an altitude where there were no clouds to cover the scorching sun, they had to be sweaty all the time during the day.

Unable to bear it, Viscount Uweboll suggested that we at least wash ourselves in a deserted water nearby.

José listened to him and landed on the forlorn riverside.

‘By the way, how could there be no reaction to seeing such an amazing beauty naked?’

When they landed on the riverside, water bubbles rose on the surface of the river, and a girl named Jamnyeo, who was gathering shellfish from the riverbed, came up.

She had been naked, breathing hard, and had been pushing her way towards the riverbank.

She wore her net net, with her finely braided hair coiled around her head, and her net, in which she put her shells, was draped over her shoulders.

The tanned, tanned skin of the bronze color was very attractive.

‘To cover it up so quickly… It’s like being cold-blooded…’

As soon as José sensed her, he cast a curtain of her breeze around them.

Of course, it didn’t happen that an unknown sleeper would notice their existence.

To be honest, the time Viscount Uweboll took a peek at her face and breasts must have been a little over two seconds at most.

As soon as her upper body was exposed through the foam, José closed his eyes and concentrated all his nerves on covering her.

He must have seen the naked body of the Jamnyeo.

‘Looking at her close relationship with her wife, she would never be a eunuch…’

But he had no hesitation.

Even though he must have seen her beautiful face, even though he must have seen her supple breasts, he showed no agitation.

To Viscount Uweboll, he felt that the iron walls were walking around in human form.

‘Eventually… I’m going to break up with him without any income like this…’

Whoever comes, no one will be able to persuade him to join him, except for his Margarita.

Even if the Emperor tries to recruit him, José will keep his word like a sword.

No matter who it is, anyone who blocks his return will be killed and returned.

So Viscount Uwevol had no choice but to give up.

“Your Excellency Viscount.”

“Oh, Jose. What are you doing?”

“We have arrived over the Islands.”

“Ah… Already…”

A look of regret forms in Viscount Uweboll’s eyes.

But it soon erases it.

Even if given more time, he admitted that there was no possibility of recruiting him.

“Where can I drop you off?”

“Hmm… Hey, see that big beech tree down there?”

“I don’t know if it’s a beech tree, but I see a large tree.”

“Could you drop us off near that tree? It’s a remote and secluded place within the archipelago, so the odds of anyone seeing us are very small.”

“All right.”

Woo woo woo woo.

Leaving behind Viscount Uweboll’s disappointment, they flew towards their final destination.

– 2 –

There was a small house under the beech tree.

Covered by the shadow of the moon created by the branches, the existence of the small house was terribly vague.

If they didn’t know in advance that there was a house there, on such a dark night, no one would know that there was a house there.

Smart smart

Viscount Uwebol knocks on the door of a small, wooden barn-like house.

“Who are you?”

The voice of an old, languid old man leaks out through the crack in the door.

“It’s me.”

“Uh, are you Viscount Uwebol?”

The voice of a middle-aged man is instantly replaced by that of a young man.

“Right.”

Jump!

The door opens, and a hooded person jumps out.

It was the same hooded man who always spyed on Canin’s daily life and reported to Viscount Caymus.

“Oh, come on in! I sincerely congratulate you for safely returning to life!”

“Hehe, don’t make a fuss… Let’s go to the conference room. We have a lot to talk about.”

“Yes, sir.”

Profit.
Rattle.

The door of the house closes.

Tumble, Tumble.

They head to the kitchen

Chalkang.
Sureureung.

When a man wearing a hood operates a lever in the corner of the stove, the stove is pushed to the left.

Below that, there is a hidden staircase.

Tumble, Tumble.

When they disappear,

Sureureung.
Chalkang.

The fire pit returns to its original position.

Tumble, Tumble.
Tumble, Tumble.

Viscount Uwevol and a hooded man walk down a long hallway.

As if they were familiar with the path, they were passing through the dark hallway without hesitation, relying on the faint light emitted by the portable light-emitting magic tool.

“Whoa… There really isn’t a noble man who’s ruthless. Well, that’s why I’m rather more trustworthy…”

“Your Excellency, who are you talking about?”

“No. Let’s go.”

“Yes, sir.”

Tumble, Tumble.

Viscount Uwevol had to admit frankly that he was desperate for a conversation partner who would listen to him.

He hadn’t walked with him for less than 10 minutes, but he couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

“By the way, where is the Marquis of Caymus?”

“That is…”

Stop.

Viscount Uwevol stops.

The hooded man also stopped.

“Ah, did something happen to His Excellency…?”

Viscount Uwevol’s voice trembled without hesitation.

The hooded man shakes his head.

“Didn’t you hear when you came?”

“… For some reason, I haven’t heard any news.”

“Whoa…”

A hooded man lowers his head with a grim face.

He gritted his teeth and spat out an answer.

“Your Excellency, the Marquis, went to a memorial service.”

“Whose… Whose memorial service did you go to…?”

“It’s hard to pinpoint who it was… Too many people have gone…”

“What do you mean?!”

He began to recite the victim’s name.

As names were added one by one, Viscount Uweboll’s face grew infinitely paler.

It was as if all the pigments on his face had been bleached out.

“Why why…?”

“The Marquis only said it was your responsibility, but he didn’t say anything, so I couldn’t figure out the exact story, but…”

“Tell me everything, everything you know!”

“Yes… From one day on, the deaths of our nobles’ family members, close associates, and acquaintances began to occur simultaneously, not serially. As you may have just heard, there are not a few cases where even the nobles themselves died. Most of them Accidental deaths, some concluded to be suicides, but I’m assuming that Regal’s operatives did their part and disguised the assassination as an accidental death.”

“Damn it…”

Viscount Uwevol couldn’t bear to swear more than that.

It was because he could no longer show himself agitated in front of his subordinates.

“Your Excellency the Marquis, since the first death occurred, when the Crown Prince goes to bed, he has been attending the memorial service every night.”

“When do you go to sleep?”

“… I know you rarely sleep…”

“Crazy…”

Viscount Uwe Boll tore his hair.

He made a promise to himself that if the Marquis of Caymus appeared in front of him, he would definitely throw a bamboo shoot at him.

“If you are still mourning, when do you usually come out to the meeting room? No, when do you go home?”

“He always comes to the conference room in the morning. I understand that he has never returned home in particular since he attended the memorial service. The wives, accompanied by maids, only visit the Marquis’s office for a short time, and the Marquis’s memorial service and conference room. It’s just going to and from the bay.”

“…I see. Let’s go in for now.”

There is only silence between them.

Occasionally, Viscount Uweboll grinded his teeth, but there was no conversation.

Sureureung.
Rattle.

They arrived at the meeting room before they knew it.

Dump.

Viscount Uwevol sinks into his chair.

As soon as he sat down in the chair, he found what he had been missing so much since meeting Estrus.

“Hey, could you bring me some whiskey?”

“All right.”

As he rummaged through the cupboards, Viscount Uwevol was preoccupied with a thought.

Being held accountable for the Marquis of Caymus, spitting bitter words at him, and discussing future countermeasures are all possible only when the Marquis of Caymus is present.

Also, the Marquis of Caymus would be able to hear about the various events that occurred while he was away and the situation in the empire in detail.

Therefore, I put aside my thoughts about it and my anger at the Marquis of Caymus for a while.

Leaving those things behind, I think about what I have been immersed in alone for the past 15 days.

Dalgrang.

“Here it is, sir. I’m sorry, but we don’t have any ice.”

“Thank you, this is enough.”

Cobbled cobbled cobbled.

Sup, sip.

“Huhmm…”

The bitter first taste, the sharp scent, the hot feeling down the throat, and the sweet aftertaste.

A glass of whiskey enjoyed straight for the first time in a long time calmed him down.

‘That’s strange…’

Viscount Uwe Boll puts the whiskey left in his straight glass into his mouth and organizes his thoughts in his head.

‘I thought it was a monohon… He was obviously from a barbarian serf… I don’t think I’m a barbarian or a serf…’

Gulp.

I hand over the whiskey that Viscount Uwebol had been carrying.

At that time, Viscount Uwevol recalled something vaguely, and asked the hooded man a question.

“Hey, what did you say your major was?”

“Are you referring to my major at the Imperial Academy?”

“That’s right.”

“I majored in Anthropology.”

“Yes, I think I heard it sometime. It seems that the people working in the related field have chosen a fairly rare study.”

At Viscount Uwevol’s words, the hooded man laughs self-deprecatingly.

“The way to make a living after graduation is quite difficult, so I am engaged in a different field like this.

“That’s right. Since it is a study that targets primitive people or barbarians, after they became civilized by becoming subjects of the empire, the demand for study itself must have decreased dramatically.”

“You are correct.”

Viscount Uweboll’s eyes shine.

He seems to have the right people right around him to get the answers.

“Still, you must know more about the barbarians, right?”

“Compared to non-majors, I can take pride in knowing much better.”

“That’s right, fortunately.”

“What… Do you have any questions about the barbarians in the outskirts?”

“That’s right.”

Every inch.

Viscount Uwevol filled another glass of whiskey.

Widely.

But he doesn’t drink it right away and sets the glass down on the table.

He pretends to be okay on the outside, but he is quite nervous.

“Hey, do you know of a savage with yellow skin and black hair?”

“If it’s such a savage… I know that in the history of the continent, there were a total of three tribes.”

“There was? Then what about now?”

“Now they are all extinct, or assimilated into the Empire and their blood has faded. With this generation, it’s hard to find even a quarter.”

“I see… Do you know where they usually lived and what their culture was like?”

“Among them, the savage tribes that survived until recently called themselves the Asahi. They lived mainly in the southern mining areas. Their culture was limited to simple hunting and gathering. Even their language was similar to that of apes. The other two tribes were all extinct during the founding period, so little is known about them.”

Viscount Uweboll’s face grew more suspicious.

“Then, why did black hair become a symbol of barbarism? If they are extinct or their characteristics have been diluted, isn’t there any reason for black hair to be considered a symbol of barbarism in the world?”

“Uh, that’s for two reasons. First, there are some of the dark-haired savage tribes that still live on. They call themselves the Yebisu people. Wandering figures can also be found through pioneering parties and mercenaries. In fact, they are the last savage tribe remaining in the Empire. They are the biggest contributor to the current myth.”

“I see. Then what is the second reason?”

“Second, they do not simply roam the outback and live by themselves, but occasionally raid border villages adjacent to the outback. Their main economic system is nomadic and plundering. Their notoriety spread throughout the empire through the frontier. You are welcome to look at it.”

“Right…”

Viscount Uwevol shook his head.

He hesitates as he brings the whiskey glass to his mouth.

“By the way, don’t they have yellow skin?”

“Yes. They have red skin. So, they have nothing to do with the yellow-skinned, dark-haired savage you asked about.”

“Is it…”

Viscount Uwebol, deep down, doubted whether Monohorn was the Asahi’s quota.

Sniffling.

Viscount Uwevol takes the whiskey again.

The bitter taste of whiskey seems to pierce his brain.

Gulp.

“Wait. By any chance, among the folk remedies of the savages, have you ever heard of a cure for ailments such as motion sickness by acupressure on a specific part of the body with your fingers?”

“That’s… No. This is the first time I’ve heard of it. As far as I know, barbarians’ medical practice goes beyond chewing raw grass or crushing it with their mouths and patching it on wounds. As far as I know, there is no such folk remedy as His Excellency mentioned. .”

“Then what the hell…”

Viscount Uweboll’s doubts deepen.

Those who majored in anthropology at the Imperial Academy are, in other words, the best experts in the Empire on barbaric tribes and their customs.

The most recent paper published in the field of imperial anthropology was published half a century ago.

If this is a study that is dying out like this, what the Imperial Academy students learn will not be very different from almost everything that anthropology has uncovered so far.

So, if they don’t know, nobody in the Empire will know.

‘Among the black-haired barbarians, such a person could hardly have come out. Why on earth did they introduce a person called Monohorn as a barbarian? Was he even a barbarian? He, where the hell did he come from?”

By the time he barely survived after being on the verge of death by Estrus, he had regained consciousness since Monohorn treated Ada and Urmama for motion sickness with acupressure.

But he didn’t show that he was conscious right away, only his ears were wide open to notice the situation around him.

If Margarita or Estrus had been there, he would have noticed her conscious right away, but they weren’t there at the time.

Because of this, they did not notice that Viscount Uwevol was eavesdropping on their conversation with his excellent hearing.

Then, after confirming that all external sounds were blocked inside José’s tent, Viscount Uwebol belatedly acted as if he had come to his senses.

So he ended up overhearing some of the Monohorn’s secrets.

‘Unfamiliar folk medicine. An environment equipped with vehicles that can cause motion sickness. The past lived in an advanced civilization. Traces of higher education. Unnatural identity. Unusually excellent erudition. Sharp reasoning. Thinking beyond common sense. Incomprehensibly bold judgment. Monohorn, who are you? What the hell is it?’

He was very wary of Monohorn.

Acting together with Estrus and their community, Viscount Uwevol felt even fearful of him.

‘Sir Octopoda or Sir Demosi, by no means is their center. Monohorn, he is rather closer to their center. No, even though the psychological focal point is Estrus or the saintess, the actual head is Monohorn. That he is a barbarian? Absolutely, that can’t happen. No matter how genius he is, such thinking ability and erudition can only be perfected through years of training and education. He, who the hell is he…’

If the imperial faction and their community collided, Viscount Uwevol was convinced that the biggest stumbling block would be Monohorn.

‘This ability is also at an absurd level. His supernatural ability is not lacking even if it is almost a miracle created by a god. He is a person who is exactly suited to the word “Both literary and martial arts.” He looks like he’s only around 20 years old, but he’s a character that shouldn’t be underestimated.’

So he decided that he needed to know in detail about the person who might become his enemy.

No, even though he is not an enemy, he was convinced that he was a man who must be unconditionally vigilant.

After being relieved that it was an alliance, it seemed as if the imperial faction would be devastated and devoured by that vicious fellow.

“Hey, hey. Are there any people around you who are good at tracking people?”

“…Should I put it in right away?”

“The sooner the better.”

“Then, there is one person currently available.”

“Can you call him?”

“All right.”

When the hooded man turned his back,

“No, no. It’s not that urgent. I just arrived, too, and I want to rest for a day or so.”

Viscount Uwevol stops him.

He smiles bitterly and raises his glass.

The hooded man was also making the same expression.

Swoop.

He pulls off his hood

Sreuk, tok.

He sits across from Viscount Uwevol.

Sereung.

“Your Excellency, would you like a drink too?”

To Viscount Uwebol, he politely holds out a new glass with both hands.

His expression softened a bit.

Cobbled cobbled cobbled.

Viscount Uwevol fills his glass without a word.

Jam!

Their glasses met in the middle of the table.

Serb, sip.

At the same time, the two pour the bitter whiskey into their mouths in one sip.

Every inch.

Again they fill the cup.

Took.

This time they both set their glasses down on the table.

“I also recently had a series of bad things happen, so I think I was impatient. I’m sorry.”

“Macallan, what do you have to do with me?”

“Just…”

“It’s done. I’m back alive, and the Marquis is still alive. Anyway, are both His Majesty and the Crown Prince all right? It’s still okay. We can still fight on.”

At Viscount Uweboll’s words, tears welled up in the eyes of the hooded man, no, McKellen.

“Thank you for coming back safely.

“Oh…! I don’t have the hobby of drinking with a grown man while procrastinating.”

“Thank you, thank you…”

“I-won…”

Late into the night, a modest welcome party for Viscount Uwevol continued.

McKellen stood opposite Viscount Uwevol until he fell asleep in his chair.

Thanks to that, Viscount Uweboll was able to dream a peaceful dream after a long time.