Hubert Carwen, the second-in-command and deputy commander, appeared and smiled faintly.
“Oh. I guess it must have been quite a shock for you to lose to me.”
Certainly, Gethin Jennings was a skilled knight, enough to have his own fiefdom.
Now he just looked like a regular loser.
He didn't look normal, as he was carried on horseback and vomited heavily, and reeked of alcohol.
It reminded jer of her third ex-husband, who returned from defeat in the war.
Agatha shook her head.
“Butler. First, wash Lord Jennings. After he comes to his senses, it would be better to proceed with the surrender negotiations.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
A fainted Getihn Jennings was carried away by his servants.
Enoch naturally took hold of one of Agatha's hands.
“Madam, what did you do during the day?”
“I had something to tell you anyway.”
As Agatha walked with him to the lord's room, she told him what had happened with Baron Elibeth.
“I received the surrender document. Do you know what it says?”
The man, who had swept his face silently, asked in detail.
“Have you cut off ties with your family?”
“Yes, that’s right. And I also received a waiver of inheritance.”
All the way to the room, Agatha's voice was filled with joy.
And there was the most important thing.
“The most important thing is that we caught the tail through the Baron.”
The person behind the scenes informed her fourth ex-husband of the whole story of his exile and encouraged him.
Enoch, who occasionally looked back, caught something strange in his eyes.
“To be exact, I figured out the appearance of one of the servants who was in charge of running the letter.”
“Is he a knight?”
“It is highly likely.”
“Then, things might turn out surprisingly easily.”
With the abilities of Nobilis and Aratus, it would have been possible to investigate all the knights in the entire empire.
Enoch smiled softly as if he had no choice.
“Actually, there were more than one or two things that were confusing.”
“Who? Me?”
“You kept me tormented all night, and you couldn’t stand it while I was out and about, so you went ahead with the surrender negotiations on your own.”
Enoch lightly stroked her flushed cheek.
The surrender document itself was a matter left to his wife.
Besides that, running up a slippery castle, getting out of bed after only a few hours of sleep, and facing Baron Elibeth, a former knight, alone were all potentially dangerous issues.
Moreover, how long has it been since the doctor said she recovered after being rescued?
“Have you had lunch, Agatha?”
“...Not yet?”
“You don’t even eat properly before you start working.”
“...”
Agatha rolled her eyes awkwardly. For some reason, she felt like she was being scolded.
No, am I really being scolded?
“Let’s eat first. Butler, prepare a nutritious lunch.”
“Yes, Marquis.”
The man lightly kissed her cheek and then lifted one hand again.
“From now on, I will eat and get enough rest before working.”
"...Yes."
This is not it.
Clearly, her hand was simply resting on Enoch's palm, but Agatha felt as if she was being dragged along for some reason.
After entering the inner chamber of the lord's room, she was given a meal as large as the breakfast she had received after being rescued.
Enoch smiled and pushed the soft soup towards her.
“Now, start with this and eat it, Agatha. I’ll go wash up first.”
"Yes."
Agatha, who had quietly taken a sip of the soup he had pushed for her, only then felt her empty stomach warming up.
"Hmm..."
It's good.
The idea that something was strange had already disappeared from her mind.
Enoch returned just as Agatha had finished tasting the hors d'oeuvres and was starting to work on the main course.
The man with his dark blue hair swept back had a very relaxed expression on his face.
“You eat well. Did you like the food?”
“Yeah, you too... You didn’t eat much yesterday either.”
He smiled softly and gestured to the butler to bring out his food too.
“Let’s rest today and negotiate the surrender with Getin Jennings tomorrow.”
“Yes, I will.”
The day of deep rest passed by in an instant. It was a time when the fatigue that had built up without her knowing it was slowly released.
Meanwhile, Agatha's close maid and first aide, Ethel, who had set out from the capital, arrived.
Just before the surrender negotiations with Gethin Jennings began, a messenger also arrived from the Marquis of Cresente to conduct the negotiations.
It was Carlson Cresente, the son of the Marquis Cresente.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Carlson Cresente."
It was his son who came to replace the aged Marquis of Cresente.
“I have come to negotiate on behalf of my father.”
Agatha brought him into the conference room of Bork Castle along with Gethin Jennings.
Agatha and Enoch are at the top.
Opposite him sat the knight, Gethin Jennings, and the son of Marquis Cresente, Carlson.
The vassals of Nobilis and Aratus sat at a table placed separately next to them, and the knights stood tightly around the conference room.
Lord Carlson spoke first.
“I am sorry for my sudden visit and rudeness, but I thank you for your warm welcome, Marquis and Marchioness. However, I thought this would be quicker and more convenient for you than sending multiple messengers back and forth.”
He was polite, as expected from someone who came to sign the surrender document.
What about Gethin Jennings, on the other hand?
She noticed that Gethin's attitude was extremely rude at the moment, even though he had fled the battlefield and was still drinking without being able to return to his territory.
He just sat there with his mouth shut, without saying anything.
Agatha first presented Lord Carlson with a surrender document tailored to the Marquis Cresente.
“Please read it and tell me whether you accept it or not, Lord Carlson”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Carlson politely took the document and read it.
Meanwhile, Agatha also handed Gethin a surrender document tailored to him.
“It belongs to Lord Jennings.”
"...Yes."
Gethin read the surrender document with gloomy eyes.
To Gethin Jennings, compensation was only in gold.
The Marquis of Crescente had one more gold mine added to it.
Instead of Gethin, who kept his mouth shut, Lord Carlson opened his mouth first.
“Marchioness, it would be difficult to give you this much money at once, but asking for a gold mine as well seems a bit too much.”
“It’s definitely not an unreasonable request, Lord Carlson.”
First Assistant, Ethel, who immediately responded to Agatha's gesture, submitted a report detailing the size of the troops and supplies mobilized for this territory battle, as well as the damage to the territory caused by this war.
“The damage caused by this war is enormous. Shouldn’t we at least pay twice that amount in compensation?”
“However, Madame Marchioness, if you demand this from each family, you will not gain twice as much, but in fact more than ten times as much.”
“I think you’re mistaken, Lord Carlson.”
Agatha leaned back in her chair leisurely. Her clasped hands moved gracefully.
“This is the right of the victor. I decide how much damage I have received and how much I will inflict on which family. In fact, the Cresente Army allied with the Baron Elibeth Army and launched a full-scale attack on the castle, so shouldn’t they give up at least one mine, not to mention compensation?”
“...”
“And I don’t know if the Cresente family would have the conditions to make such a protest.”
Enoch, who received Agatha's gaze, slowly opened his mouth.
“The exiled convict, Henry Insidio, was in the combined forces of Cresente and Elibeth.”
“..!”
“...!”
For a moment, Gethin Jennings and Carlson Cresente's heads lit up.
Gethin questioned Carlson in a suppressed voice.
“Lord Carlson. Didn’t you clearly say that you would only use Baron Insidio as a mediator? Then why is Baron Insidio suddenly popping up here?”
“It’s not our fault. Baron Insidio showed up at the barracks out of the blue and we couldn’t do anything about it.”
“That’s not the point! The fact that he was here means that he escaped exile. Do you think he received permission from His Majesty to come down here?”
Gethin quickly turned his head to Agatha and spoke in an earnest voice.
“Marchioness, I never knew that Baron Insidio had come here. I had nothing to do with his escape from exile!”
“But that doesn’t change the fact that you had an affair with my fourth ex-husband.”
“...!”
Agatha looked at the surrender document in front of Gethin with a cold gaze.
“Either you pay the compensation or you give up the land.”
“Marchioness!”
“Or you can just stick your neck out.”
Because of them, something happened to her.
The Marquis of Cresente and Gethin Jennings also had to pay a price for Agatha's kidnapping.
“...As you know, my estate is small. I can’t afford this kind of money.”
“You may repay in installments. Baron Moyes was happy to do so, so I can accommodate that.”
If you move a little, it will be enough to help an exiled criminal escape.
Gethin Jennings seemed ready to shake it off and immediately picked up the seal.
“I will sign if you let me pay it back in installments over 100 years.”
“Oh. I guess it must have been quite a shock for you to lose to me.”
Certainly, Gethin Jennings was a skilled knight, enough to have his own fiefdom.
Now he just looked like a regular loser.
He didn't look normal, as he was carried on horseback and vomited heavily, and reeked of alcohol.
It reminded jer of her third ex-husband, who returned from defeat in the war.
Agatha shook her head.
“Butler. First, wash Lord Jennings. After he comes to his senses, it would be better to proceed with the surrender negotiations.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
A fainted Getihn Jennings was carried away by his servants.
Enoch naturally took hold of one of Agatha's hands.
“Madam, what did you do during the day?”
“I had something to tell you anyway.”
As Agatha walked with him to the lord's room, she told him what had happened with Baron Elibeth.
“I received the surrender document. Do you know what it says?”
The man, who had swept his face silently, asked in detail.
“Have you cut off ties with your family?”
“Yes, that’s right. And I also received a waiver of inheritance.”
All the way to the room, Agatha's voice was filled with joy.
And there was the most important thing.
“The most important thing is that we caught the tail through the Baron.”
The person behind the scenes informed her fourth ex-husband of the whole story of his exile and encouraged him.
Enoch, who occasionally looked back, caught something strange in his eyes.
“To be exact, I figured out the appearance of one of the servants who was in charge of running the letter.”
“Is he a knight?”
“It is highly likely.”
“Then, things might turn out surprisingly easily.”
With the abilities of Nobilis and Aratus, it would have been possible to investigate all the knights in the entire empire.
Enoch smiled softly as if he had no choice.
“Actually, there were more than one or two things that were confusing.”
“Who? Me?”
“You kept me tormented all night, and you couldn’t stand it while I was out and about, so you went ahead with the surrender negotiations on your own.”
Enoch lightly stroked her flushed cheek.
The surrender document itself was a matter left to his wife.
Besides that, running up a slippery castle, getting out of bed after only a few hours of sleep, and facing Baron Elibeth, a former knight, alone were all potentially dangerous issues.
Moreover, how long has it been since the doctor said she recovered after being rescued?
“Have you had lunch, Agatha?”
“...Not yet?”
“You don’t even eat properly before you start working.”
“...”
Agatha rolled her eyes awkwardly. For some reason, she felt like she was being scolded.
No, am I really being scolded?
“Let’s eat first. Butler, prepare a nutritious lunch.”
“Yes, Marquis.”
The man lightly kissed her cheek and then lifted one hand again.
“From now on, I will eat and get enough rest before working.”
"...Yes."
This is not it.
Clearly, her hand was simply resting on Enoch's palm, but Agatha felt as if she was being dragged along for some reason.
After entering the inner chamber of the lord's room, she was given a meal as large as the breakfast she had received after being rescued.
Enoch smiled and pushed the soft soup towards her.
“Now, start with this and eat it, Agatha. I’ll go wash up first.”
"Yes."
Agatha, who had quietly taken a sip of the soup he had pushed for her, only then felt her empty stomach warming up.
"Hmm..."
It's good.
The idea that something was strange had already disappeared from her mind.
Enoch returned just as Agatha had finished tasting the hors d'oeuvres and was starting to work on the main course.
The man with his dark blue hair swept back had a very relaxed expression on his face.
“You eat well. Did you like the food?”
“Yeah, you too... You didn’t eat much yesterday either.”
He smiled softly and gestured to the butler to bring out his food too.
“Let’s rest today and negotiate the surrender with Getin Jennings tomorrow.”
“Yes, I will.”
The day of deep rest passed by in an instant. It was a time when the fatigue that had built up without her knowing it was slowly released.
Meanwhile, Agatha's close maid and first aide, Ethel, who had set out from the capital, arrived.
Just before the surrender negotiations with Gethin Jennings began, a messenger also arrived from the Marquis of Cresente to conduct the negotiations.
It was Carlson Cresente, the son of the Marquis Cresente.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Carlson Cresente."
It was his son who came to replace the aged Marquis of Cresente.
“I have come to negotiate on behalf of my father.”
Agatha brought him into the conference room of Bork Castle along with Gethin Jennings.
Agatha and Enoch are at the top.
Opposite him sat the knight, Gethin Jennings, and the son of Marquis Cresente, Carlson.
The vassals of Nobilis and Aratus sat at a table placed separately next to them, and the knights stood tightly around the conference room.
Lord Carlson spoke first.
“I am sorry for my sudden visit and rudeness, but I thank you for your warm welcome, Marquis and Marchioness. However, I thought this would be quicker and more convenient for you than sending multiple messengers back and forth.”
He was polite, as expected from someone who came to sign the surrender document.
What about Gethin Jennings, on the other hand?
She noticed that Gethin's attitude was extremely rude at the moment, even though he had fled the battlefield and was still drinking without being able to return to his territory.
He just sat there with his mouth shut, without saying anything.
Agatha first presented Lord Carlson with a surrender document tailored to the Marquis Cresente.
“Please read it and tell me whether you accept it or not, Lord Carlson”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Carlson politely took the document and read it.
Meanwhile, Agatha also handed Gethin a surrender document tailored to him.
“It belongs to Lord Jennings.”
"...Yes."
Gethin read the surrender document with gloomy eyes.
To Gethin Jennings, compensation was only in gold.
The Marquis of Crescente had one more gold mine added to it.
Instead of Gethin, who kept his mouth shut, Lord Carlson opened his mouth first.
“Marchioness, it would be difficult to give you this much money at once, but asking for a gold mine as well seems a bit too much.”
“It’s definitely not an unreasonable request, Lord Carlson.”
First Assistant, Ethel, who immediately responded to Agatha's gesture, submitted a report detailing the size of the troops and supplies mobilized for this territory battle, as well as the damage to the territory caused by this war.
“The damage caused by this war is enormous. Shouldn’t we at least pay twice that amount in compensation?”
“However, Madame Marchioness, if you demand this from each family, you will not gain twice as much, but in fact more than ten times as much.”
“I think you’re mistaken, Lord Carlson.”
Agatha leaned back in her chair leisurely. Her clasped hands moved gracefully.
“This is the right of the victor. I decide how much damage I have received and how much I will inflict on which family. In fact, the Cresente Army allied with the Baron Elibeth Army and launched a full-scale attack on the castle, so shouldn’t they give up at least one mine, not to mention compensation?”
“...”
“And I don’t know if the Cresente family would have the conditions to make such a protest.”
Enoch, who received Agatha's gaze, slowly opened his mouth.
“The exiled convict, Henry Insidio, was in the combined forces of Cresente and Elibeth.”
“..!”
“...!”
For a moment, Gethin Jennings and Carlson Cresente's heads lit up.
Gethin questioned Carlson in a suppressed voice.
“Lord Carlson. Didn’t you clearly say that you would only use Baron Insidio as a mediator? Then why is Baron Insidio suddenly popping up here?”
“It’s not our fault. Baron Insidio showed up at the barracks out of the blue and we couldn’t do anything about it.”
“That’s not the point! The fact that he was here means that he escaped exile. Do you think he received permission from His Majesty to come down here?”
Gethin quickly turned his head to Agatha and spoke in an earnest voice.
“Marchioness, I never knew that Baron Insidio had come here. I had nothing to do with his escape from exile!”
“But that doesn’t change the fact that you had an affair with my fourth ex-husband.”
“...!”
Agatha looked at the surrender document in front of Gethin with a cold gaze.
“Either you pay the compensation or you give up the land.”
“Marchioness!”
“Or you can just stick your neck out.”
Because of them, something happened to her.
The Marquis of Cresente and Gethin Jennings also had to pay a price for Agatha's kidnapping.
“...As you know, my estate is small. I can’t afford this kind of money.”
“You may repay in installments. Baron Moyes was happy to do so, so I can accommodate that.”
If you move a little, it will be enough to help an exiled criminal escape.
Gethin Jennings seemed ready to shake it off and immediately picked up the seal.
“I will sign if you let me pay it back in installments over 100 years.”
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