Count Trivi, who was the Minister of Foreign Affairs of Kensilom, looked at his King with a slightly bewildered expression.
“To the Empire... you mean? To Hirschsten?”
“Yes!”
Grax shouted. His voice also sounded close to ‘Grag’.
He panted and walked around, squealing like a stabbed boar.
“Damn, damn it... Send someone to the Empire right now and tell that blue Emperor that I’m here! And contact Etonhorn and Vinotin as well.”
“Your Majesty.”
Count Trivi swallowed hard and stepped forward.
An opportunist, he would stop at nothing for his own glory, but he had an uncanny knack for recognizing situations that could turn against him.
“Your Majesty, if we request an alliance with the Empire now, Emperor Tenek will want to make Kensilom a vassal of the Empire. Although Etonhorn and Vinotin have agreed to our cause, the King of Vinotin has not yet clearly stated his intentions and is only pretending to agree, and Etonhorn is also hesitating because he cannot ignore Vetor’s influence.”
Grax glared at Count Trivi with a grin.
His hair, which was barely left, was messy and his eyes were gleaming, and he looked half-mad.
Grax, who had been looking around, picked up a vase from the decorative shelf.
“So! What! What do you mean?”
Clang! Clang! Clang!
“Shh, he will listen.”
Count Trivi never let his guard down even in the corridors where there were only a few servants.
Viscount Hillot kept his mouth shut and led him down a corridor where there were not many people.
When they finally turned a corner where it was clear that there was no one, Hillot said,
“You saw His Majesty’s attitude when the Queen Mother came earlier. Count Trivi, you are not planning to send an envoy to the Empire as His Majesty said, are you?”
It’s not that different, but it’s different, Erdene thought.
But now was not the time to argue about chimneys and stoves.
Glucker still had the letter tied to his ankle, and he couldn’t stand to wonder what was written inside.
Erdene, whose eyes had been moving for a moment, slowly let out a sigh and said,
“Yes, I got it. Now, what do you want to know? You ask first.”
Arkan pointed to Glucker, who was sitting on the porch.
“What’s that bird?”
“I told you before. It’s a peregrine falcon used by the Imperial Army. Oh, is this your first time seeing a peregrine falcon? A peregrine falcon is a type of falcon...”
“Who said we need a biological explanation? I'm asking how and why an Imperial Army peregrine falcon came here.”
“To the Empire... you mean? To Hirschsten?”
“Yes!”
Grax shouted. His voice also sounded close to ‘Grag’.
He panted and walked around, squealing like a stabbed boar.
“Damn, damn it... Send someone to the Empire right now and tell that blue Emperor that I’m here! And contact Etonhorn and Vinotin as well.”
“Your Majesty.”
Count Trivi swallowed hard and stepped forward.
An opportunist, he would stop at nothing for his own glory, but he had an uncanny knack for recognizing situations that could turn against him.
“Your Majesty, if we request an alliance with the Empire now, Emperor Tenek will want to make Kensilom a vassal of the Empire. Although Etonhorn and Vinotin have agreed to our cause, the King of Vinotin has not yet clearly stated his intentions and is only pretending to agree, and Etonhorn is also hesitating because he cannot ignore Vetor’s influence.”
Grax glared at Count Trivi with a grin.
His hair, which was barely left, was messy and his eyes were gleaming, and he looked half-mad.
Grax, who had been looking around, picked up a vase from the decorative shelf.
“So! What! What do you mean?”
Clang! Clang! Clang!
There were three cracking sounds in total. Grax threw the vase and decorations in order and pointed at Count Trivi.
“Listen to me carefully, Trivi. Send someone to the Empire right now. I’ll stuff that damned Emperor with so much wheat that his stomach will burst, so tell him to figure out a way to get those ugly things out of my sight! Got it? Got it!”
“Oh, got it. Your Majesty got it.”
“Everyone get out!”
As soon as he said that, everyone, starting with the official near the door, fled the King’s quarters as if they were avoiding the plague.
Count Trivi, whose face was ashen, strode down the hall faster than anyone else, and he sighed as he pulled on his cravat and heard something crash behind him.
“Count Trivi.”
Trivi looked back. It was Viscount Hillot, who was working as his deputy as the Minister of Foreign Affairs.
He was a capable official who had risen to a high position at a young age and was popular for many reasons because of his handsome appearance.
His rich, beautiful blond hair, which matched his facial features, also made many women’s hearts flutter.
Perhaps because he had been staring at King Grax’s bare head all this time, Count Trivi thought that Hillot’s thick blond hair looked strange.
Viscount Hillot said,
“His Majesty, day by day...”
“Listen to me carefully, Trivi. Send someone to the Empire right now. I’ll stuff that damned Emperor with so much wheat that his stomach will burst, so tell him to figure out a way to get those ugly things out of my sight! Got it? Got it!”
“Oh, got it. Your Majesty got it.”
“Everyone get out!”
As soon as he said that, everyone, starting with the official near the door, fled the King’s quarters as if they were avoiding the plague.
Count Trivi, whose face was ashen, strode down the hall faster than anyone else, and he sighed as he pulled on his cravat and heard something crash behind him.
“Count Trivi.”
Trivi looked back. It was Viscount Hillot, who was working as his deputy as the Minister of Foreign Affairs.
He was a capable official who had risen to a high position at a young age and was popular for many reasons because of his handsome appearance.
His rich, beautiful blond hair, which matched his facial features, also made many women’s hearts flutter.
Perhaps because he had been staring at King Grax’s bare head all this time, Count Trivi thought that Hillot’s thick blond hair looked strange.
Viscount Hillot said,
“His Majesty, day by day...”
“Shh, he will listen.”
Count Trivi never let his guard down even in the corridors where there were only a few servants.
Viscount Hillot kept his mouth shut and led him down a corridor where there were not many people.
When they finally turned a corner where it was clear that there was no one, Hillot said,
“You saw His Majesty’s attitude when the Queen Mother came earlier. Count Trivi, you are not planning to send an envoy to the Empire as His Majesty said, are you?”
“Then what can I do?”
Trivi replied in a curt and disgruntled tone. In reality, he could not help it.
King Grax’s temper was getting worse and worse by the day.
Didn’t he kick and strangle the servant for a single strand of hair that would have fallen out even if he had just left it alone?
He had been nervous and vicious before, but his condition had become even more serious recently.
At a time like this, disobeying the King’s order was no different from walking obediently to the gallows.
Count Trivi let out a long sigh.
“I should send an envoy, but I don’t know how to prevent Tenek from finding out about our intentions. Damn it, if it were going to be like this..."
He hesitated as he tried to say something, trailing off.
However, Viscount Hillot managed to pull out what Trivi had swallowed.
“It would have been better to continue the alliance with Vetor.”
“Why did His Highness bring the Queen Mother here at that time?”
Hillot smiled bitterly.
“Is that the fault of His Highness? Think about it. If His Highness hadn’t come then, someone would have died.”
Although he would have liked to say that it didn't really matter whether one of those servants died or not, Trivi could not ignore the influence of Viscount Hillot.
Although he was of a higher rank, Viscount Hillot was much more popular among the bureaucratic nobles who worked as diplomats.
Count Trivi always grumbled that it was because Viscount Hillot was young and handsome, but that wasn’t necessarily the case.
“Try to delay forming the delegation as much as possible.”
“What good is there to delaying it?”
“Why don’t you try to talk to His Majesty when he’s in a good mood? Even if he gets angry like that, he’ll agree to anything when he’s in a good mood. After all, it’s not like we can form a delegation to the empire overnight, so what’s wrong with being cautious?”
“The Viscount will take responsibility, you ask?”
Viscount Hillot nodded with a grin, even though he had a childish sense of responsibility as the Minister of Foreign Affairs.
“Yes, I will.”
Count Trivi pursed his lips and said,
“Very well. Then I’ll give you full authority in this matter. You can try to appease His Majesty as you see fit.”
“Thank you, Count.”
Viscount Hillet smiled pleasantly, to the point of Count Trivi’s, and gave a short bow before turning away.
Count Trivi looked at the Viscount’s back with an expression of utter displeasure before turning away, pretending to blow his nose.
It felt bad to have dumped this useless burden on someone else.
When Arkan returned to the Queen’s palace with Erdene, Glucker was sitting quietly on the porch, dozing off soundly.
Erdene quietly dismissed the others with a gesture of her hand and called Sophia closer.
“Dinner will be here, so tell the kitchen to prepare the portions for Your Majesty and me. Didn’t you say there was a squirrel that was prepared yesterday?”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“Yes, bring it up. His Majesty likes squirrels.”
“Understood.”
Sophia quietly closed the door and left.
Arkan, who was standing a few steps away from the dozing Glucker with an absent-minded expression, made a pouting motion.
“You knew I liked magpies.”
Erdene shrugged.
“I’m interested in that much.”
Arkan grumbled quietly. Erdene smiled with a slight frown and tapped the side of the sofa with her hand.
“Come here.”
Arkan’s face, which was about to take a step forward, turned red at those words.
The moment he opened his eyes wide, Erdene quickly placed her index finger on her lips and glanced at Glucker, who was sitting on the couch.
“He’ll be flailing when he wakes up.”
Either way, Arkan thought. Even though Erdene was angry again, he kept his mouth shut and sat down next to her.
However, when Erdene reached out to hug his shoulder, he stopped her with his hand.
Erdene opened his eyes wide with a look of surprise. Seeing that made him even more shocked.
Arkan said,
“Let me explain first.”
Damn it. Erdene muttered to herself.
She thought she could just say it as if she was going to let the mood go a little and then let it go... He wasn’t so easy.
‘Aren’t you in love with me and not even coming to your senses? You’re such a picky man.’
Erdene sat up straight again and faced Arkan.
“Explanation, of course.”
Arkan nodded with a firm expression.
“Yes. It has to be a very detailed and honest explanation. So that I can understand.”
Erdene, who rested her arm on the back of the sofa to support her head, furrowed her eyebrows slightly.
That mischievous and fierce-looking face. He didn’t want to admit it, but honestly, it was very attractive.
Arkan deliberately turned his head away and glanced at Erdene’s face so as not to look at her directly.
It was better when he only had it blurry in one corner of his vision.
Erdene said.
“It’s not hard to explain in detail and honestly, but isn’t it a different matter if you can convince me of it? No matter how much I explain in detail if you just say ‘I don’t understand,’ that’s the end of it.”
“I’ll understand if you explain in detail and honestly.”
“In this case, shouldn’t we use the word ‘understand,’ Your Majesty Arkan, who enjoys reading?”
“Yes, so you're going to start off like this again: you use the word 'convince' or you use the word 'understand,' but it's the same thing, and I don't know if the two words are as different in the Empire as a chimney and a stove.”
Trivi replied in a curt and disgruntled tone. In reality, he could not help it.
King Grax’s temper was getting worse and worse by the day.
Didn’t he kick and strangle the servant for a single strand of hair that would have fallen out even if he had just left it alone?
He had been nervous and vicious before, but his condition had become even more serious recently.
At a time like this, disobeying the King’s order was no different from walking obediently to the gallows.
Count Trivi let out a long sigh.
“I should send an envoy, but I don’t know how to prevent Tenek from finding out about our intentions. Damn it, if it were going to be like this..."
He hesitated as he tried to say something, trailing off.
However, Viscount Hillot managed to pull out what Trivi had swallowed.
“It would have been better to continue the alliance with Vetor.”
“Why did His Highness bring the Queen Mother here at that time?”
Hillot smiled bitterly.
“Is that the fault of His Highness? Think about it. If His Highness hadn’t come then, someone would have died.”
Although he would have liked to say that it didn't really matter whether one of those servants died or not, Trivi could not ignore the influence of Viscount Hillot.
Although he was of a higher rank, Viscount Hillot was much more popular among the bureaucratic nobles who worked as diplomats.
Count Trivi always grumbled that it was because Viscount Hillot was young and handsome, but that wasn’t necessarily the case.
“Try to delay forming the delegation as much as possible.”
“What good is there to delaying it?”
“Why don’t you try to talk to His Majesty when he’s in a good mood? Even if he gets angry like that, he’ll agree to anything when he’s in a good mood. After all, it’s not like we can form a delegation to the empire overnight, so what’s wrong with being cautious?”
“The Viscount will take responsibility, you ask?”
Viscount Hillot nodded with a grin, even though he had a childish sense of responsibility as the Minister of Foreign Affairs.
“Yes, I will.”
Count Trivi pursed his lips and said,
“Very well. Then I’ll give you full authority in this matter. You can try to appease His Majesty as you see fit.”
“Thank you, Count.”
Viscount Hillet smiled pleasantly, to the point of Count Trivi’s, and gave a short bow before turning away.
Count Trivi looked at the Viscount’s back with an expression of utter displeasure before turning away, pretending to blow his nose.
It felt bad to have dumped this useless burden on someone else.
***
When Arkan returned to the Queen’s palace with Erdene, Glucker was sitting quietly on the porch, dozing off soundly.
Erdene quietly dismissed the others with a gesture of her hand and called Sophia closer.
“Dinner will be here, so tell the kitchen to prepare the portions for Your Majesty and me. Didn’t you say there was a squirrel that was prepared yesterday?”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“Yes, bring it up. His Majesty likes squirrels.”
“Understood.”
Sophia quietly closed the door and left.
Arkan, who was standing a few steps away from the dozing Glucker with an absent-minded expression, made a pouting motion.
“You knew I liked magpies.”
Erdene shrugged.
“I’m interested in that much.”
Arkan grumbled quietly. Erdene smiled with a slight frown and tapped the side of the sofa with her hand.
“Come here.”
Arkan’s face, which was about to take a step forward, turned red at those words.
The moment he opened his eyes wide, Erdene quickly placed her index finger on her lips and glanced at Glucker, who was sitting on the couch.
“He’ll be flailing when he wakes up.”
Either way, Arkan thought. Even though Erdene was angry again, he kept his mouth shut and sat down next to her.
However, when Erdene reached out to hug his shoulder, he stopped her with his hand.
Erdene opened his eyes wide with a look of surprise. Seeing that made him even more shocked.
Arkan said,
“Let me explain first.”
Damn it. Erdene muttered to herself.
She thought she could just say it as if she was going to let the mood go a little and then let it go... He wasn’t so easy.
‘Aren’t you in love with me and not even coming to your senses? You’re such a picky man.’
Erdene sat up straight again and faced Arkan.
“Explanation, of course.”
Arkan nodded with a firm expression.
“Yes. It has to be a very detailed and honest explanation. So that I can understand.”
Erdene, who rested her arm on the back of the sofa to support her head, furrowed her eyebrows slightly.
That mischievous and fierce-looking face. He didn’t want to admit it, but honestly, it was very attractive.
Arkan deliberately turned his head away and glanced at Erdene’s face so as not to look at her directly.
It was better when he only had it blurry in one corner of his vision.
Erdene said.
“It’s not hard to explain in detail and honestly, but isn’t it a different matter if you can convince me of it? No matter how much I explain in detail if you just say ‘I don’t understand,’ that’s the end of it.”
“I’ll understand if you explain in detail and honestly.”
“In this case, shouldn’t we use the word ‘understand,’ Your Majesty Arkan, who enjoys reading?”
“Yes, so you're going to start off like this again: you use the word 'convince' or you use the word 'understand,' but it's the same thing, and I don't know if the two words are as different in the Empire as a chimney and a stove.”
It’s not that different, but it’s different, Erdene thought.
But now was not the time to argue about chimneys and stoves.
Glucker still had the letter tied to his ankle, and he couldn’t stand to wonder what was written inside.
Erdene, whose eyes had been moving for a moment, slowly let out a sigh and said,
“Yes, I got it. Now, what do you want to know? You ask first.”
Arkan pointed to Glucker, who was sitting on the porch.
“What’s that bird?”
“I told you before. It’s a peregrine falcon used by the Imperial Army. Oh, is this your first time seeing a peregrine falcon? A peregrine falcon is a type of falcon...”
“Who said we need a biological explanation? I'm asking how and why an Imperial Army peregrine falcon came here.”
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