34. We Can Always Work

The son of the Earl of Glamorgan, who once served as a pawn before the Queen—Glamorgan II, a mere dandy from a small territory of the Great Yng Empire, certainly lacked the power to summon the legendary “Sword Saint” of the ninth tier, who existed only in rumors, to take my life. Thus, the most likely scenario is that the master behind the Sword Saint commanded him to act, using Glamorgan II’s identity as a cover.

In other words: Glamorgan II is the scapegoat.

However, as the saying goes, a fly doesn’t bite an egg without cracks. The fact that this second-rate character can bear such a burden indicates that he definitely wants to “get rid of me,” so at this moment, I have no psychological burden in threatening the Earl of Glamorgan.

“You… you!?”

Seeing me come to the defense of Professor Moriarty, Glamorgan completely ignored the “scapegoat staff member of the Knights” and focused solely on me. I had always wondered what impression I, the “big shot” before the Queen, left in the minds of the nobles in the royal city of the Great Yng Empire, and now this Earl of Glamorgan has made it abundantly clear.

“Aren’t you just the son-in-law of the Zerola family? A pretty boy, and a ‘judge’ at that?”

How tedious! It’s marriage, not being a son-in-law! And by the way, my identity is far more than that! The continent’s most wanted fugitive; the king of the Rodma Empire; the one who helps the Queen with her stockings… which of these makes me a pretty boy!?

I was just about to give him the finger.

However, the Earl of Glamorgan didn’t care. Not only was he set in his ways, but he also became somewhat obstinate, showing little concern for his son, focusing only on himself.

“Don’t think that just because you’re with a rich woman, you can run rampant in the Great Yng Empire! Now you dare to ride on my head? Dream on! I see you’re just looking for a scapegoat from the Knights to speak for you, trying to target me!”

Accompanied by a barely suppressed chuckle from Professor Moriarty, the script unfolded immediately.

[Ogilvy has drawn Glamorgan’s hatred!]

I’ve already drawn fire as a warrior for you, Professor, and you’re still laughing? How can you laugh at a time like this!?

“No one is targeting you, Earl Glamorgan, and I really do have proof of being a judge.”

With a sigh, I decided to settle this quickly. “Either you accept the responsibility for your son hiring an assassin, or you come with us to explain to the Queen. However, once we’re before the Queen, it won’t be easy to bury this matter.”

“Enough! You pretty boy must have already thought of how to sweet-talk the Queen! Recently, the Queen hasn’t had a good face in front of the council, and I bet it’s because of your slander!”

Hmm?

Glamorgan’s furious shout caught my attention, but the impending death script interrupted my thoughts.

[Glamorgan sent someone to kill Ogilvy!]

“I can’t control what that waste of mine does! You pretty boy should have just pretended not to know! Now you dare to threaten me, Glamorgan, with such matters in my family!?”

With a wave of his hand, just as the script indicated, several of what looked like family soldiers sprang out from behind him.

“Don’t think that bringing a few Knights here gives you power! Let me tell you! Among the money the Empire’s Knights receive, I give the most! With just one word from me, those idiots outside wouldn’t dare to move!”

Then, puffing out his chest, Glamorgan declared, “I’m not someone you can mess with, pretty boy! If you don’t want to suffer, get lost! Learn to be more perceptive in the future!”

With that, one of the lackeys received Glamorgan’s order and stepped forward, intending to drive me away. Undoubtedly, if I made any unnecessary “resistance” at this moment, it could very well lead to the other party “accidentally” killing me due to the death script.

But… I had no reason to leave. If everything were as Glamorgan said: I was just a “pretty boy” looking for trouble, that would be one thing, but the problem… is far from that.

The ones standing outside are not members of the Knights at all, but the patrol team of the Great Yng Empire; the one who just roared was not some scapegoat staff member of the Knights, but the captain of the patrol team; and I am not here to cause trouble, but rather… at the behest of the Queen…

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More importantly: don’t think that the standing Kephir outside is just a wooden figure; he has eyes, hands, and feet. At this point… how could he really let you act with impunity? Earl Glamorgan.

As I watched the script, dodging the pushes of the extras, Kephir, who seemed unable to wait any longer, burst through the door. He stormed in with the equally impatient members of the patrol team, effortlessly taking down the extra who had just tried to shove me out, while casting a glance at Glamorgan.

“Earl Glamorgan, have you shouted enough? Let’s go meet the Queen.”

“Keph—”

Earl Glamorgan was momentarily dumbfounded. “Are you declaring war on the Glamorgan family…?”

“Let it be a war then! Your son nearly killed my man, and I haven’t even settled the score with you yet!”

Kephir didn’t care about the formalities. He kicked Glamorgan’s leg, sending him tumbling with a yelp, then swiftly followed up with a chop, venting what seemed to be days of pent-up frustration. He then turned to the stunned servants of Glamorgan.

“Everyone else, obstructing the Knights’ enforcement means you’re going ‘inside.’ If you don’t want trouble, pretend you saw nothing! Knights, we’re leaving to find the Queen!”

It seemed that compared to my verbal sparring, Kephir’s decisive actions were far more effective. After exchanging a glance with me, Kephir dragged the cursing Earl Glamorgan away.

Curse all you want, old chap; you’ll find out when we reach the Queen: who really wants you to shut up.

I rubbed my forehead and left alongside the professor, both of us in unspoken agreement.

Then, at the moment we exited the Glamorgan mansion, I met Professor Moriarty’s gaze.

“Thanks. I’ve been wanting to avoid this kind of noble nonsense; it’s been uncomfortable and strange lately.”

“Likewise.”

I nodded, feeling a sense of shared plight. It seemed we were both working for the Queen…

But the next moment, I realized: what Professor Moriarty expressed was not a sense of shared suffering with me.

“What do you mean ‘likewise’? You’ve even got a wife; can’t you be a bit smarter…?”

After giving me a complex look, Professor Moriarty sighed, then… lowered her voice, so much so that even I, leaning beside her, could barely catch her words.

“You… be cautious lately. The strangeness I’m talking about isn’t between you and me, but… from the Queen’s side.”

Huh?

“Professor, did you just…?”

“Hmm? Did I say something just now? Go handle the Glamorgan matter; don’t just stand there, you little pretty boy.”

The professor seemed to completely forget what she had just said, mocking me instead.

However, the script clearly informed me of everything that had just happened.

【Professor Moriarty only warns Euclid once!】

It seemed that Professor Moriarty, due to her position as the patrol captain, was hesitant to speak too openly about matters concerning the Queen. But…

This content was enough to put me on alert.

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