Chapter 216 – Alexander (10)

“What a crazy bastard.”

A letter from the Plancia Mansion and a shout from the plaza. A bloody wind and a huge white trail. And screams and explosions. All the news happening before their eyes made the nobles of the Plancia family tremble.

“This! Crazy bastard!”

The head of the Plancia Mansion screamed at the silhouette of a warrior in the distance. If he could, he wanted to cut the warrior’s neck himself. He knew that Hero Wolf’s reign would not last long. But he never thought that it would collapse in this way.

Who would believe this story if it came out last year?

The hero Wolf sliced ​​and killed civilians in the capital city, and Saint Alexander participated in the Ithaca Harvest Festival and was chopped like hamburger dough. People set fire to churches, beat high-ranking priests to death, and public sentiment is so bad that people throw stones at any noble who sided with Hero.

Had he heard such a story at that time, the head of Plancia would have laughed at the prophet himself. And he would have cut his throat, and mocked him with a loud recitation of his bullshit. However, after the situation became like this, the head of the family of Plancia internally resented the prophets for not predicting this situation.

“A hero comes on a white horse? Uh? While spitting out such useless prophecies! Why has no one prophesied that a hero would cut a city in half and kill people! Uh!”

The shadows were dark on the faces of the nobles. This was by no means a story confined to the Florentine family. After the massacre of protesters in the middle of the capital by a hero spread, among the nobility, the opinion that ‘the hero Wolf is over’ was now the mainstream.

But when exactly does it collapse?

How long do you have to take the side of the warrior, and at what timing do you have to get out?

Saint Alexander died and the church was returning to normal flow. However, Ernrich Rumia, the central axis of the current church, was never a person who could defeat Hero Wolf. It is said that it took a huge sacrifice just to catch Saint Alexander, but can she kill Wolf?

Even in the capital, there were no humans strong enough to defeat Wolf and greedy for power. Those who were quick-witted knew that if they stepped out now, they would be killed with a single knife by Wolf, and those who were not smart knew that they would be killed along with the mansion as soon as they rebelled.

Overwhelming violence. It was the only means that Wolf, who had seized power forcibly, could push forward, and because Wolf knew that, he was swinging his sword more vigorously than anyone else.

A government that has reached the peak of violence will surely perish.

But who the heck is going to bring down that regime?

The family of Plancia felt as if they were holding a time bomb with no second hand. An uneasy bomb with no sign of exploding, even though the ticking of the clock hands can be heard endlessly.

The wise man threw the bomb into the water and prepared to leave, but now, in front of the family of Plancia, there was no place to escape.

A few days passed like that. It seemed like each day was suffocating.

A strange game of notice was in full swing in the capital. The rules of the game were simple. Who will betray first. Who, in what way, will give Wolf a shot and build up his forces.

Who will wield the sword aiming for the center of power?

The kingdom was slowly declining. At times like this, the impatient ones were bound to come out first, and they were bound to shed the most blood to lay the groundwork.

The Plancia family was just waiting for an opportunity to come.

“My lord.”

“What?”

While hiding in silence like that, the attendant called the name of the family head. Gajoo reacted sensitively to the voice calling him after a few days. Hearing his voice, the servant shrank back and said:

“That that… I, a guest has come to the mansion.”

“Customer?”

The housekeeper frowned and nodded. It was a gesture to say the guest’s name as well. The attendant lowered his head and said.

“Ph, I’m Miss Plancia Isabel. I have something urgent to tell you… !”

“Isabelle?”

Plancia Isabel.

I was impressed by the story that a keut who runs a grape farm suddenly came to the capital. It was a time when Saint Alexander died and Hero Wolf killed people in the capital city. Plancia Isabel was a woman of no use, but she was not without notice.

It was clear that there must have been a reason for his sudden visit to the capital in this situation.

“Ask them to come in. What happened to you I need to hear the story.”

The family man calmed his emotions and waved his hand. The attendant hurriedly ran out the door as if the housekeeper was moving with telekinetic power.

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“Isabel. It’s such a big deal that you come here like this.”

Gazoo said that and put her hand in front of her table. Two reliable bodyguards, just in case, were looking down at Plancia Isabel, growling like angry dogs. Plancia Isabel was wearing a thin hoodie, and her clothes were light, as if she were on an outing. Beside her was an attendant with her hat pulled down tightly, and her white skin and slender body line could be seen even under her black clothes.

The head of Plancia learned that her attendant was a woman, and she laughed at Isabel’s complacency.

“It’s nice to see her face after a long time. Father. How have you been?”

Isabel’s face remained the slack of her victor. Did she think she wouldn’t be able to touch herself just because she gave her a nice shot the other day? She must have come to make an important proposal, but the fact that she came by relying on such a delicate woman was absurd.

“Yes, Isabel. What brought you here?”

The family head hid her sneer and asked her to get to the point. Plancia Isabel smiled bitterly at her not even responding to her own greetings.

“It’s not that important, but I’m here to ease your father’s worries.”

“Wine is the best way to relieve anxiety. Okay. Did you bring even the finest wine as a gift?”

The head of the household asked, looking straight into her Isabel’s face. Isabelle asked, shaking her head.

“Father, don’t you feel anxious about the rapidly changing situation right now?”

“…You don’t need to know.”

Gaju crumpled his face. The main point that he suddenly brought up was something that made the family head feel worse than he thought. A woman who was not proud of anything except her face in the house, suddenly returned home in gold, and she did not like that she acted like a sage who had detached herself.

“Saint Alexander is killed by a sword, and Hero Wolf kills people in the capital city. Terrible rumors are spreading even in my small town.”

“Tell me your business. What rumors are heard in your town is not my question.”

The family of Plancia didn’t like Isabel’s way of talking without talking about her main point. He spoke in a forceful tone, as always. And Isabelle didn’t tremble or shrink as the family had thought.

She felt it from the last meeting as well, but she was facing the head of the household with a much calmer and aristocratic attitude than before.

“Aren’t you wondering which side you should be on, Father?”

And she had a business so heavy that the shoulders of her head of the household shook.

“…You sound like you can solve that problem.”

Gazoo was surprised, but she tried to calm her expression somehow. Her opponent was a woman who had been abandoned by the Plancia family, and she was a woman who was about to get divorced again. She shouldn’t have asked, since a woman like that couldn’t take her offer out of her pure goodwill.

“Yes. That’s right. After all, isn’t your father wanting to get the connections to save the family when Hero Wolf collapses?”

“You’re not talking about hiding in your vineyard, are you?”

In spite of her continued provocation, Isabel maintained a steadfast smile. She said, tilting her head obliquely.

“Father. If you join hands with ‘us’, we will help preserve the family.”

And the ‘we’ she was talking about never meant the Florentine family. Gaju asked.

“We?”

“Yes. It is ‘we’. I am meeting my father not as a farmer, but as a negotiator of a faction.”

The patriarch didn’t believe her words. Her remarks that she was a negotiator of a faction, which had been quiet until now, and that she said she would make connections with herself, felt like nonsense stemming from her excessive delusion.

“It is very scary. Okay. What kind of force is that? An army made of your servants? Or is it an assassination squad made of grape pickers?”

Isabelle didn’t answer. She put her hands in her inside pockets, and her bodyguards took a step in front of her, startled. At the same time, the attendant next to Isabel also strongly stepped out and stared at her.

Isabelle tossed her pockets, ignoring the trembling Gazoo.

I could feel the hard texture of the cloth bag that had reached the front of the house along the smooth glass desk.

“What is this?”

When the family member handed over the pouch, the bodyguard opened the pocket after opening a distance from the family member. He said, narrowing his eyes as he looked at the contents.

“It’s a brooch. It looks gorgeous.”

“Brooch?”

Isabelle looked straight at the family head and said.

“This is the brooch worn by Saint Alexander.”

The head of the household and the bodyguards also stiffened at those words. The family head was startled and took out the brooch herself and began to examine it.

“What… !”

Curio. An indisputable genuine feeling fell into his head. A brooch I’d seen Alexander wear was rolling around in my pocket with the word ‘saint’ engraved on it. There was blood everywhere, and there was a faintly foul smell.

Isabelle said.

“What is ‘we’? I guess that would have been explained. And, when we succeed, I think it also explains how to save the family.”

The family head wrapped her hair and looked at Isabel through her side of the eye. She was, at most, one attendant and one slender woman. She must have thought that just by this declaration she would startle herself and agree to her bargain.

However, the family head was a person who could keep the family alive by doing dirty things if necessary.

If Isabel was really behind her assassination of Alexander, it would be easier for her to torture her here and extort information from her. She was an attendant at most. Her now might be her best chance to catch her and take her lead. She could have been able to strike a blow by telling Wolf about her headquarters that she found out.

Once a rebellion loses its focal point, it loses its power. If he helped Volf avenge him, he could become closer to Wolf and buy him time.

Before long, the Plancia family could have taken over the kingdom by pushing out Wolf, who showed a gap.

Kaju thought so and raised his hand. He tried to draw his weapon as if the two bodyguards had been waiting.

And.

The wind blew.

The attendant next to Isabel was nowhere to be seen. Despite holding out his hand, her own bodyguards did not rush. Looking back, the bodyguards collapsed on the floor and became cold corpses, and the frail-looking attendant was warming up.

“Uh?”

Isabelle’s voice was heard.

“Father. I think it is a good suggestion for my father as well.”

Isabelle was smiling as if she were trying to go on.