102 – Covenant and Mayhem – (4)

The bell announcing the early evening rang throughout the imperial palace.

It was time for everyone to leave work, but the makeshift encampment in the garden was still bustling with the bustling attendants of the craftsmen.

The meeting was virtually canceled due to Aranion’s intervention, but the post-processing was still piled up like a mountain.

I heard that Eisenward’s nobles were summoned at once due to complaints from the dukes who actually participated in the meeting and compensation issues. It seems that Aranion, who is no different from the head, is also being interrogated in the cellar of resistance instead of the collapsed dungeon.

Aspects like a battlefield.

But.

Even in such circumstances, there are certain species that enjoy leisurely leisure time.

“Fried-kun! I’m tired of waiting!”

A long table in the middle of the accommodation facility.

Seira Lian Tour, who was sitting there, saw her and waved her hand.

She summoned Kuro Seira Mado and as soon as she told her business, she called me to the meeting place.

I am the representative of the golden prince Liantur, so can I be free like this?

“Isn’t that the duke’s substitute?”

“Yes. Is that right?”

“Then shouldn’t you be ignorantly busy?”

At my nagging, Seira put on a grumpy expression. It was like that again.

“Is Fried-kun nagging too? A~! The sun is already falling. Besides, I am careful to only work during the day. Oh, except for nights of course!”

“Aren’t the servants of the Duke of Liantur still working?”

“Why ask something obvious? I’m a conductor, and they’re musicians. So I have to work at night.”

“Huh.”

It was a vicious company mindset.

As expected, it is a fantasy world. A job where the work-life balance is not guaranteed.

I walked over and stood near the table. Then, like Seira, the faces of the hanryang who play around and play came into my eyes.

“Nice to meet you, Sir Iscobal.”

A middle-aged man in a stylish suit.

It was Mittern Harzfeld, Grand Duke of Lumenel.

The one standing next to him.

“Uriard…… , And Sir Eina.”

Yuri Erd shrugged when his name was called. Conversely, Eina was chewing on the pre-dinner bread with a smile, not paying attention to whether or not I came.

I said to Uriard as I sat down at an empty table.

“I heard you are busy with follow-up.”

“Isn’t it strange that the Grand Duke and the Archmage don’t come out when they call? More than anything, it’s time to get off work.”

Saying that, Uriard gulped down his drink.

Looking at it now, it seemed that Harzfeld was sharing the alcohol he had brought from Lumen-El.

There are a lot of low-level people around who are busy with work, but the people at the top are drinking.

It’s so unreasonable that it’s deplorable.

“Come on, drink up Fried-kun too!”

Perhaps she was already quite drunk, Seira put a glass in front of me with a reddened face.

She had nothing to refuse, so she put the glass to her lips. I could feel the strong scent of alcohol. Before long, cold fire ran down his esophagus. It was a fairly strong drink.

As soon as I emptied her glass, Seira sat on my lap and wrapped herself around her neck.

It smells like alcohol. It seems that he has already drank quite a bit.

“So, what the hell did you just say? You want me to kill someone?”

“Just because there is someone to kill.”

“Aranion? I can kill you, but should Fried-kun take care of the mess?”

“It’s not like that.”

I put my glass down. Before he knew it, Uri Erd had turned him around and had his arms crossed. Eina, who had been foolishly chewing bread, was also looking at me with her eyes widened.

“Do you know about Yuria Enruin?”

“Yes. A priest of the church and a death row inmate. I heard that Lautrec is in charge.”

“Yes. According to that guy, one of the church’s apostles was doing something… In Highlings…. She is said to be trying a plan.”

“Plan? At High Linx?”

As soon as the word High Linx came out, Seira lit her double wick.

“Yes. Abyssal Apostle Phedras. He is trying to corrupt the spirit realm.”

“The spirit realm? Does that make sense?”

Hartzfeld interjected, surprised.

His reaction was probably natural.

In reality, the spirit world was far away from the present world. The spirit sorcerers were able to communicate with the spirit realm only temporarily through innate talent and mana sensitivity.

It is safe to say that there is currently no way to reach out to the spirit realm in a normal way.

However, the apostle of the abyss was encroaching on the spirit realm. Sylphy’s visibly weakened figure proved this.

Here, the locational characteristics of High Linx played a big role.

“Hmm. I don’t think it’s impossible.”

Seira, lost in her thoughts, finally opened her mouth.

“Is it possible?”

“Yes. High Linx is a place that is no different from the source of magic. There are many doors leading to all kinds of outer worlds. When I was young, I was bored, so I traveled to the astral world.”

Seira said, “I almost died then.” He added, and she snorted.

“So, in High Linx, it is not impossible to interfere with the spirit realm. Besides, if you are an apostle of the church, you must have strong authority.”

“What happens when the spirit realm is corrupted?”

“For now, the spirits in the material world will go wild. They may indiscriminately attack roaming creatures. Next, people with high spirit affinity will be encroached on by the alien world and become monsters.”

Everyone held their breath at Seira’s shocking remark.

Ah, of course, she was sipping her drink in the sun, not even understanding her mood.

Yuri Erd asked, frowning at her.

“…… Is that the same for a strong knight like Lautrec?”

“Rather, the higher the level of the elemental mage, the greater the aftermath. It means that the spirit affinity is that high. Perhaps power comparable to that of an apostle will be forcibly implanted in your body, but you will not be able to shake it off unless you have inherited the blood of the creator god.”

Everyone’s faces darkened.

Seira untied her arm from around my shoulder.

And she stared at me.

“Are you sure? That the fellatio or something is doing tricks in our front yard.”

“Yes. I’m sure.”

Because Lautrek actually appears in the game as the Apostle of Destruction.

This was clearly predicted.

“I will have to tear it limb from limb.”

Seira asserted with a cold expression.

I also nodded in front of her.

“He’s already started working on it. One o’clock is urgent.”

“Yes. We must leave as soon as possible.”

Seira turned around and she screamed out loud.

“Allet!”

Then, Seira’s attendant, Arlet, came running to her and bowed her head.

“Have you run out of alcohol again?”

“No no, that’s not it. I have something urgent to ask of you.”

“…… Huh?”

As Arlet tilted her head at her puzzlement, Seira let out a bombshell.

“I need to go to High Linx in a week. Could you prepare the wagon service as quickly as possible?”

“…… Yes?”

At first, Arlet didn’t understand what she was saying, but after realizing the situation, his complexion turned pale.

“No way, are you going there yourself?”

“I’m going there myself, so why don’t you ask?”

“…… However, in the current situation, if the deputy duke is away.”

“Isn’t Alet there to solve that?”

“… ….”

Allett dropped the pile of papers she was holding.

He was devastated and looked at me with a resentful expression.

I quietly averted my gaze.

“That’s why, please take good care of me.”

Seira dismissed her argument with her words, and Arlet picked up her pile of papers with her little shoulders drooping.

Eina approached him again and slapped him on the back of the head.

I don’t think that’s what I mean by consolation.

“Are you going to Fried County too?”

“Yes. Also, I plan to bring Yuria with me if possible.”

She wanted to take Millia with her, but it was clear that she would most likely refuse if she were to return to her hometown.

Above all, when Lautrec is bedridden, it is impossible for two Guardian Knights to leave their seats.

“Yes. So she’s going out on a date with me and that little boy called Yuria and Fried-kun? Are these the flowers in both hands?”

I don’t know why the story is like that.

When she replied with a shrug, Yuriard opened her mouth with a trembling expression.

“Freed.”

“Yes. What are you doing?”

“…… That, I’m asking anyway.”

Yuri Erd chinned down her glass. It was a very disturbing expression.

“Is His Majesty aware of this?”

“… ….”

I kept my mouth shut.

And that was the sure answer.

“I’m going crazy.”

Uriard cupped his forehead. But then she let out a deep sigh and shook her hand.

“Do whatever you want. I don’t know.”

Actually, I don’t know.

*

The day’s drinking continued until the drunken Seira thumped and slammed her forehead on her table.

The look on Arlet’s expression as he tied up Sayra and dragged her to her dorm, repeating all kinds of drool talk, looked so desperate.

Either Harzfeld or Uriad seemed to be getting drunk for the same reason, but their talking became noticeably more, and they burst into laughter at trivial things.

Eina was still silently sipping her drink. Being an elf, she was very strong with alcohol.

“Ugh.”

I also felt that Seira was about to die because she was half forcibly slamming her drink into her stomach. If it wasn’t for Fried’s body, she would have gone to the goal with acute alcohol poisoning.

She stumbled and she climbed the stairs of the imperial palace. Already close to midnight. The busy officials were also after work, so the imperial palace was quiet.

She turned around the corridor and headed towards Lyncia’s room.

The reason, of course, was to head to my shabby bed.

It was because, as soon as her misunderstanding was cleared up, Lyncia called her to her bed in the cubicle next to her own sleeping quarters.

Kikik.

Open and close the door with as little noise as possible. And she cautiously puts her feet to my bed.

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However.

“It’s late.”

A clear voice broke the silence.

When she slowly turned her head, there was Lynxia in pajamas.

Lyncia was sitting on a chair next to the bed with her arms crossed and her legs crossed.

Because of the darkness, she couldn’t see what expression she was making.

In silence, Lin Xia slowly opened her mouth.

“I’m tired of waiting.”

“Sorry. But, why didn’t you go to bed first…….”

Lyncia sighed lightly.

“Lucy told me. I heard that Fried drank her liquor with Seira. That’s why she’s wondering if she won’t come back today.”

“…… hahahaha. Could I possibly do that?”

“I did. So far, many times.”

It was strangely pouting.

“Freed has no sense of crisis.”

“…… What does that mean?”

“I am optimistic. Someone is working hard to resolve the oath for Freed, but he himself is drinking with a woman.”

I understand.

Right now, Lyncia was quite upset.

Her eyes, accustomed to her darkness, discerned that Lynn Sia was puffing out her cheeks with her lips pouting.

“Even if you have a hundred mouths, you have nothing to say. Isn’t it?”

Lincia asks as if to confirm.

She was frankly resentful. As a result, she became a sulpan, but she was to stop the apostle of the abyss.

“Your Majesty, everything had a reason.”

“What is that?”

I shut her mouth at Xia Lin’s question.

In this mood, she says that she and Seira have to leave for the High Rings for a while?

“… ….”

I looked at Lyncia.

I realized the moment I saw her eyes bent in the shape of the old moon.

I bowed her head.

“No. It’s all my fault.”

Yes. Absolutely not.

Can you tell me?