Chapter 228 – 228. Duke’s Twelfth Sabotage (3)

– One –

“Haa… I’m tired…”

Evil, evil.

Brigadier Glenfiddich wiped his face and washed his face dry.

Next to him, the adjutant looks at him with pitiful eyes.

“General.

“Huuuuu… If that’s part of the post-war process, then there’s nothing that can’t be done…”

“Even though I couldn’t praise the commander who made the feat, seeing them talk nonsense like saying that the rescue was delayed to hide their incompetence and that the report was omitted, etc., I couldn’t help but cry a thousand dollars inside.”

“Hehe. Thank you for recognizing me. But watch your mouth. It’s still the system.”

“…Yes, General.”

The adjutant wanted to retort that he had no idea who would be able to overhear him this late at night and catch the pod.

However, he did not want to burden Brigadier General Glenfiddich himself, so he reluctantly pretended to agree.

Food.

Because they had been together for a long time, Brigadier General Glenfiddich had a clear understanding of his adjutant.

That’s why, both his antipathy and his acceptance, I felt glad.

It was because Brigadier General Glenfiddich understood that he was reacting that way because he was fully aware of his own troubles.

It was then.

Beat, beat, beat, beat.

A maid comes to them wearing a shawl.

It was already July, and the evening temperature was far from cool, so the way she wore the shawl looked very unnatural.

Beat, beat, beat.

Despite the fact that the corridor inside the imperial palace was wide enough, she was moving by choosing the path that passed by them.

Brigadier General Glenfiddich and her lieutenant looked at her out of the corner of her eye, slightly tensing her muscles.

It was to prepare for an unexpected attack.

“Are you General Glenfiddich Distillery?”

“… That’s right. Who are you?”

“My name is Clarence Dillon, the crown prince’s nanny, General.”

The two warriors raise their eyes wide.

When Brigadier General Glenfiddich heard her last name, he realized that she was the daughter of Viscount Dylan.

In addition, I was able to intuitively grasp the inside story of why Viscount Dylan, who was close to the centrist faction, led the imperial aristocrats and participated in the operation to rescue the crown prince.

Sararak.

But she bows her head first.

They hurriedly bowed to face Clarence.

“I can’t get to know you”

Sarah Rock.
Flutter.

Interrupting Brigadier General Glenfiddich, she lowered her lower back.

“Thank you for saving the Crown Prince from that hellish place, General. The insignificant woman who couldn’t be of any help was on her feet because she couldn’t save her, but the imperial army led by the general subdued all those villains and rescued you. Thanks to your efforts, Your Highness was able to safely return to the system like this.”

“Oh, no, I, that,”

Rather, the reason why the crown prince was able to be rescued so quickly was because she and Viscount Dylan quickly stepped forward and rallied the imperial army and noble soldiers.

If you rank her according to the size of her merits, she deserves to be higher in the line than you are.

That’s why they couldn’t help but be embarrassed by Clarence’s extreme courtesy.

“I only visited the general to thank him, but there is no ‘other purpose’ other than that.”

Her eyes looking at them are strange.

There is also a strange stain on her words.

“I’m leaving, General.”

Squeak.
Beat, beat, beat.

But she made no comment, she bowed to them once again and began to walk past them.

They turn their heads to see Clarence’s receding back.

She shuddered once, as if chilling, and pulled the hem of her shawl around her.

So she turned around the corner of the hallway and disappeared.

Took, toduk.
Degur.

While staring blankly at her back, her adjutant misses the pitch.

Brigadier General Glenfiddich looks back at him.

“Oh, sorry, General.”

Swoop.
Tup, Sarak.

The adjutant picked up something that fell on the floor along with the helmet.

As Clarence bowed down to bow to them, it was a small note that fell to the floor at that moment.

The adjutant picked up the helmet and, naturally, picked it up as well.

The adjutant returned the words written on it to the brigadier’s field of vision so that Brigadier General Glenfiddich could see it.

– Tomorrow at 2 am. Under the beech tree near the North Gate of the Islands. Please wait after changing.

Awesome.
Wajik.

When Brigadier General Glenfiddich closed and opened his eyes, the adjutant immediately crumpled up the note and hid it in the palm of his hand.

He will destroy it, even if not instructed otherwise.

“You’ve raised an undeserved example, so I don’t know what to do.”

“Your Highness’ closest aide, Mrs. Dylan, recognizes our hard work, so that alone seems to give us strength.”

“I agree. You’re tired, so go in and rest.”

“Yes, General.”

They left the imperial palace and headed for their inn without a word.

Somehow, their footsteps seemed infinitely spleen.

– 2 –

“This is Baptiste Caymus.”

“Lampage ube ball.”

“Glenfiddich Distillery.”

Three people bow to each other.

Brigadier General Glenfiddich was dressed as a shabby lower class man.

He came alone to the rendezvous point of the imperial faction without accompanying his adjutant.

“You must be dating Mrs. Dylan, right?”

“That’s right.”

Clarence sat quietly in one corner of the conference table.

She bowed her head again toward Brigadier General Glenfiddich.

His gaze turns to the hooded man sitting next to the Marquis of Caymus.

He was hiding his identity by pressing his hood deeply.

But somehow, Brigadier General Glenfiddich felt a sense of déjà vu.

“That person…”

“Ah, this is my lieutenant.”

Squeak.

As he lowered his head, Brigadier General Glenfiddich bowed his head.

The moment he raises his head, his jawline is slightly exposed.

“Huh!”

Brigadier General Glenfiddich’s eyes are stained with astonishment.

“Me, me, me,”

He desperately held his hands together to avoid pointing.

The Marquis of Caymouth smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Brigadier General Glenfiddich nodded hastily.

‘Well, how could he do such a level of skeletal deformity… !’

Brigadier General Glenfiddich hurriedly wipes off his cold sweat and looks at Clarence with a sidelong glance.

She tilted her head with a puzzled look, as if she hadn’t noticed anything about this situation.

‘If I had run into him on the road, I would never have recognized him…’

Brigadier General Glenfiddich had her heart pounding madly.

A chill ran down her spine as he realized that what he had known all along might not be the truth.

Viscount Uweboll also noticed this, and quickly changed the topic.

“Brigadier General. The reason I asked to come here is because I was curious about how he was able to rescue the crown prince so quickly. At the meeting, the nobles of each faction focused on unnecessarily postponing their responsibilities, so it was really important Haven’t you dealt with any of the issues?”

“Okay…”

He had been summoned one after another to urgently held government meetings over the past few days.

Brigadier General Glenfiddich, who was a military officer by nature, let out a low moan and gnashed his teeth, as if he was fed up with just thinking about the behavior of the aristocrats he had watched there.

“The reason why the warden was able to save His Highness so quickly from the hands of the rebels was that he obtained intelligence regarding the exact location of His Highness’s abduction.”

Brigadier General Glenfiddich tried his best not to use the pressure zone method.

It was because there was no one officially higher than the Marquis of Caymus here.

“The captain of the 13th Infantry Division under the Imperial Army’s 3rd Corps, stationed in the north, obtained the information and informed the major general’s unit of the fact through direct communication between the garrison.”

“Who said he gave the information, did you hear about it from the captain?”

The Marquis of Caymus asked cautiously.

Viscount Uwebol seems to be nervous too, swallowing dry saliva and looking at Brigadier General Glenfiddich’s face.

“Yes, but because of the incredible testimony of the person who delivered the intelligence, it was not included in the official report.”

“I see. So who did you say you got the information from?”

“It is said that it was a young woman’s clear voice that suddenly came from behind her ear.”

Viscount Uweboll joins the conversation with a hard expression on his face.

“…Is that true?”

“Yes. Everyone, from the commander of the 13th Infantry Division to the captain, testified that they had heard the same voice. But, shamefully, the reason why one captain reported it to me was that when he first encountered such a phenomenon, he regarded it as the work of a ghost, so he said to his superiors They say it’s because they all fainted…”

“Okay…”

As Viscount Uweboll and Marquis Caymus hardened their expressions, Brigadier General Glenfiddich attributed them to their disappointment at the Imperial Army’s idiocy.

He tried to defend the nobles in their own way so that they would not reprimand the imperial army or point an arrow of accusation at them.

“Did you say anything else?”

“Ah… The owner of that voice said that he was helping Viscount Uwevol in the name of his close friend.”

“Also…”

The two pillars of the imperial faction nodded at the same time.

Their faces weren’t very bright.

“Do you two know who they are?”

“They already know. Besides, Viscount Uwebol even met them in person. It’s difficult to reveal their exact identities to you, but for now, you can just assume they’re allies of the Imperial Family.”

“Ah…”

Brigadier General Glenfiddich nodded in agreement immediately.

Viscount Uwebol thought it would be nice if the idiot imperial aristocrats were as clear about their relationship as Brigadier General Glenfiddich was.

To put it a little more bluntly, I hoped that he would not be interested in useless things or do something vaguely dipping his feet for the purpose of avoiding responsibility.

“You guys heard the information through Viscount Dillon, but the fact that the 13th Infantry Division did not report to her imperial family and superiors, was it because of the warning she gave you?”

“Yes, Your Excellency Marquis. They seemed to already know the secret political situation within the system. From that remark, they were convinced that she was a close friend of Viscount Uwevol.”

“Ah…”

Viscount Uwevol groans unconsciously.

His complexion was faintly tinged with fear, but he soon concealed it.

“Anyway, the owner of that voice told me exactly where the Crown Prince was kidnapped, and Viscount Dylan stepped up to assemble and lead the enlisted men of the Imperial family in advance, so the operation was easy. The Imperial Army arrived at the operation site. Before even doing so, Viscount Dylan, who shared the information, stepped forward and formed a siege of the rebels with his privates, and the rebels who noticed it locked themselves in the fortress and did not think of coming out.”

“I see.”

The Marquis of Caymouth nodded and looked at Clarence with a pleased expression.

“Mrs. Clarence, the fact that your contributions are really great has been made so clearly.

However, even after hearing the Marquis of Caymus’s consolation, there was no sign that Clarence’s subtle tear-stained face would ease.

“… How could this foolish and incompetent person come forward to be forgiven of a great sin by making small contributions?”

“If your wife did the credit, she did it, what the hell did you do?”

Viscount Uwe Boll also looks back at her with her puzzled eyes.

As everyone’s eyes are on her, she lets out her sigh and opens her mouth with her heavy expression.

“Your Highness cannot forget the pain of the past few months, pours out pain during the day, and suffers from nightmares at night. How can a person who claims to be a subject be obsessed with trivial feats?”

“…”

“I am a criminal who abetted Your Majesty’s suffering by failing to give advice beforehand, and I am a criminal who could not even get rid of the pain of the past, so I do not deserve to be treated as a public official.”

“That’s…”

Everyone looks at Clarence with pitiful eyes.

However, it would be Kanin, not her, who they are truly pitying.

Silence reigned in the conference room for a while.

Brigadier General Glenfiddich, who was quietly sipping tea, looked up at the Marquis of Caymouth.

“In addition to telling you one thing, there’s something I’d like to ask you, Your Excellency Marquis.”

“Speak.”

“By any chance, do you remember the fact that the warden reported to Your Highness the fact that the bodies of the villains had been cut into pieces and shown to you at the previous meeting?”

“Sigh…!”

Clarence had heard of this for the first time, so he watched in amazement as Brigadier General Glenfiddich calmly confessed his actions.

Perhaps, it might have been the look of resentment.

“…I remember.”

The Marquis of Caymus nodded his head with a heavy expression.

There was a faint hint of remorse in his gaze.

“In fact, I deliberately omitted from the previous meeting a report on some of the events that took place immediately after that.”

“…Why the hell did you do that?”

“In the future, it was to have an audience with His Majesty the Emperor, and to post a detailed report on it.”

“Keuheum, Kerhem.”

Viscount Uweboll coughs for some reason.

Brigadier General Glenfiddich ignores it.

“But why, instead of confessing to His Majesty, do you tell me?”

“Even if I don’t confess to His Majesty, I’m telling you this while a separate seat has been set up in case you two know a clue to clear my doubts.”

“Um… Can you tell me more?”

“Yes.”

Hurb.
Gulp.

Brigadier General Glenfiddich was drinking tea to catch his breath, as if his mouth was dry from the tension.

“The warden saw that they would use Your Highness as a shield to hold hostages, so he hid the existence of the magician troops until they completely captured the rebel fortress. I was holding them hostage and intimidating them to take back the Imperial army. Immediately after that, I ordered a group of wizards to cast binding magic on them.”

“It was a good decision.”

“This is a word of praise, Your Excellency Marquis. Right after they were subdued, the villains, to be exact, twenty-three of the girls belonging to the rebels claimed to have conceived Your Highness’s child, that is, the royal family.”

“Kerham, kaherum!”

The Marquis of Caymus,

“Kuh, kuhm!”

Viscount Uwebol,

“That, like that…!”

Clarence couldn’t help but vomit in astonishment.

When Brigadier General Glenfiddich looked back at the hooded man, he too was quietly venting his anger.

Brigadier General Glenfiddich felt as if all the moisture in his body had been blown away, not just in his mouth.

“Right after hearing their absurd assertion, the warden’s reason was completely blown away. He remembers everything the warden did, but until a certain amount of time passes, the warden’s body seems to be completely out of control. Received.”

“No way…?”

“Yes, Viscount. Someone from the wizarding unit cast berserk magic on the warden.”

Bang!

Viscount Uwe Boll slams his fist on the table.

His arms tremble

“Did he infiltrate that far…! Did you uncover his identity, General Glenfiddich?”

“Yes, Your Excellency. Immediately after Your Highness came to his senses, the duration of the magic on the warden ended just as he showed the dismembered corpses of the villains. We raided the . There, we found that a great mage belonging to the 2nd Wizard Battalion was interrogating a disciple.”

“Because he’s the great mage’s apprentice… He must have been in charge of the unit commander. Was he the culprit?”

“Yes. The Archmage discovered that he used berserk magic on me, and I was directly questioning him for what purpose he did that.”

“How was he?”

Brigadier General Glenfiddick’s face blurs at Viscount Uwebol’s question.

“As soon as I saw it come out of the headquarters, the apprentice tried to explode inside the military camp. Immediately, the great mage used his hand and incinerated the apprentice, the unit commander.”

“Huh…”

The faces of the emperor’s aristocrats are stained with futility.

“I think someone who was about the size of a great mage used his hands too hastily…”

“It’s not like that, Sir Lampage.”

The Marquis of Caymus shakes his head at Viscount Uwebol’s sigh.

Viscount Uweboll looks back at the Marquis of Caymus with a puzzled look.

“If you were a disciple, you would have harvested them yourself and taught them for at least a dozen years, sharing the joys and sorrows.

“Yes, the investigation confirmed that he had been studying for 19 years.”

“That would be no different from a son or grandson. Wouldn’t it be the last mercy a parent can give to send them off cleanly, rather than being tortured and killed according to military rules? It could be that I used my hand.”

“Ah…”

“It’s definitely something that should be punished for using your own hands, but if you use the justification that you did it to stop the self-destruction, it’s going to be hard to pursue the great mage. The tribes are enough and will remain.”

Everyone’s complexion darkens.

They must feel the same frustration as Brigadier General Glenfiddich.

“Because the Archmage consistently states that he knows nothing about the disciple’s work, we are detaining him in a brothel without even determining the level of punishment. “

“I guess so… Yes, did you mean to say that there seems to be a traitor infiltrating the Imperial Army after all?”

“That’s right, Your Excellency Marquis. Whether the Great Mage was a traitor or not, and how many other traitors there were, I wasn’t confident enough to correctly judge that with the warden’s narrow insight. Without clear physical evidence, I couldn’t point out someone as a traitor just by feeling. No. The warden doesn’t know what to do at all, so I’d like to seek advice from you two. How can the warden overcome this difficulty?”

The Marquis of Caymus looks at him with hollow eyes.

Viscount Uweboll’s gaze was no different.

They stared into Brigadier General Glenfiddich’s eyes as if staring for a while.