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As Elias and his team carried out their assigned tasks, they also continued gathering information on the demonic beast Older. Reports indicated that it had been spotted multiple times at the frontline of the northern expansion, frequently appearing in the same areas where the Red Wolves had surfaced.

Ordinarily, monsters—especially cunning ones—would avoid direct confrontations with humans. Fighting was risky, and most monsters instinctively withdrew into their own territories when encountering humans. Yet, Older seemed to defy this typical behavior.

“Regarding this unusual behavior, even the researchers studying Older have differing opinions.”

Back in his quarters, Elias listened as Frenn provided her report.

“Even during past subjugation attempts, Older repeatedly ventured into human-inhabited areas. The kingdom’s current stance is that there must be a reason behind this pattern.”

Elias crossed his arms, deep in thought.

“Fifty years… A creature that has survived for that long isn’t wandering into human territory without purpose. The question is why.”

Frenn nodded before adding,

“We must also consider the existence of Rojis.”

At that, Elias gave a knowing nod.

“If beings like Rojis exist elsewhere, then the situation changes significantly.”

“Do you think there could be more of them?”

“Back when Rojis appeared in the Eastern Front, we considered it a one-of-a-kind anomaly. But in reality, over sixty percent of the world is still dominated by monsters. It’s far more likely that there are other such entities we simply haven’t encountered yet.”

Frenn’s expression turned serious.

“If that’s true, then Older’s actions might be explained… But do you think something like Rojis will appear during this subjugation?”

“Unlikely. We only encountered Rojis due to a rare set of circumstances—specifically, our investigation into the underground ruins. Older, on the other hand, is acting of its own accord. If there’s something driving its behavior, we might be walking into something even worse.”

“In that case, even if we defeat Older, another similar entity could take its place.”

“If that happens, we’ll deal with it when the time comes. For now, let’s stay focused on this subjugation.”

Having reached a conclusion, Elias nodded firmly.

“So, did you find anything useful?”

“Yes, I gathered as much information as possible.”

Frenn handed Elias a bundle of documents.

“I believe this covers everything necessary.”

Elias flipped through the pages, skimming the contents.

“Yeah… This should be enough. We can move forward with our preparations.”

“Then our course of action is to continue preparing and wait for the subjugation date?”

Elias shook his head.

“There’s one more thing we need—people. Even if we set up the necessary traps, deploying them in real-time during the subjugation will require extra hands.”

“You mentioned needing personnel before… but where will we find them? Should we contact the Eastern Front?”

“That’s a last resort. Ideally, we should find allies here in the north.”

“…You’re considering Mishena’s acquaintance?”

“It’s an option, but if they’re of high status, it could complicate things.”

Elias sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“While delivering supplies, I kept an eye on the knights and heroes stationed here. Some of them might be suited for setting up traps, but if I approach them directly, it could attract unnecessary attention.”

“Mishena is a relatively new hero, so she probably doesn’t have many reliable connections yet.”

“Even so, I should at least discuss it with her… Oh, right. I got a message from her. She’ll be back in about three days—with a companion.”

“Did you inform Lord Nork?”

“Yeah. Mishena also spoke to him, so he’s agreed to let them stay… though he didn’t look particularly pleased about it.”

Frenn exhaled, her expression mirroring Elias’s growing frustration.

“It sounds like seeking their cooperation may carry risks.”

Both of them sighed at the same time.

“The subjugation plan is falling into place, but since I’m still new to the north, I have limited influence here.”

“That can’t be helped. Either way, let’s focus on what we can do.”

“Right. What’s on the schedule today?”

“We’ve received orders to transport supplies. However, this time, it’s a special case.”

“Special?”

“You were personally requested to handle it, Elias. Also, the cargo is unusually small.”

Elias narrowed his eyes.

“A high-value shipment… They probably want a Holy Knight handling something delicate. A magical catalyst for large-scale spells, maybe?”

“A large-scale spell?”

“Not sure what you’re imagining, but to track Older with magic, they’d need a powerful spell covering an enormous area. That means expensive catalysts.”

Frenn nodded in understanding.

In magic, catalysts referred to objects used to enhance spellcasting. Since human mages had limits on their natural mana reserves, powerful spells often required external sources of energy.

For example, mages wielding staffs typically embedded gemstones or magic stones in their weapons. These acted as conduits, allowing them to cast magic beyond their own capabilities.

Considering this, Elias speculated that the requested cargo was likely something similar.

“Where are we delivering it?”

“A fortress at the northernmost frontline.”

“That means there’ll be plenty of knights and heroes stationed there. Even if the chances are slim, maybe we can find someone willing to help us with the trap deployment.”

Frenn nodded, and with that, the two of them departed for their next assignment.

The subjugation of the Red Wolves and the sudden appearance of the demonic beast Older forced the northern frontier settlements into a critical decision.

Various theories emerged regarding the cause of the incident, but the kingdom ultimately concluded: Older’s movements likely forced the Red Wolves out of their territory, driving them from the depths of the mountains into human-occupied lands. Given that Older was known to be an active creature, it was assumed this was simply another case of its territorial expansion.

This, of course, led to discussions about launching an extermination campaign while the beast was still active—just as had been proposed in the past. According to the knights stationed on the northern frontier, Older had been moving between uncharted lands and areas currently under development. If its movements continued to disrupt other monsters, the progress of human settlements would inevitably suffer.

Thus, the kingdom debated: Should they take this opportunity to finally slay the demonic beast that had eluded them for so long?

While the capital deliberated, the frontier forces had already begun preparing for Older’s subjugation. Since hunting such a notorious creature would bring substantial prestige, knights and heroes alike were moving aggressively, hoping to claim the glory of defeating the legendary beast.

During this period, Elias continued gathering information. He also reviewed the official reports regarding the Red Wolves’ subjugation—and as expected, there was no mention of his involvement. It seemed the commanding officer had deliberately omitted his name.

Elias was unsurprised. He had anticipated this outcome.

At the same time, Frenn had completed her own investigations, leading to their next discussion.

“Let’s start with the situation in the East.”

“Go ahead.”

“To put it bluntly, the reason the kingdom lacks accurate information is due to a combination of negligence and obstruction.”

“…What?”

Elias frowned, prompting Frenn to let out an exaggerated sigh.

“There are two main factors behind the lack of accurate reports from the East. First, the kingdom’s appointed overseer for the region has barely submitted any reports at all.”

“That would be the negligence part.”

“Correct. Furthermore, it seems they dismissed the information they did receive, believing the details about Eastern monsters were exaggerated. As a result, they failed to convey any meaningful data to the capital.”

“…So they assumed that the reported monsters couldn’t possibly be stronger than those in the North? That the reports must have been exaggerated?”

“That seems to be the case. Regardless, the reports were manipulated, and the true situation never reached the kingdom.”

Elias crossed his arms, mulling over the implications.

“The overseer in the capital was likely trying to avoid stirring up trouble. If any major incidents occurred, they would have to take responsibility—so they chose to bury the problem instead.”

“That’s part of it. But there’s also the simple fact that they never put any effort into doing their job. Since there’s no active development happening in the East, they had no motivation to care.”

“So it wasn’t some grand political maneuver, just plain indifference… In some ways, that makes it even worse. At least political interference can be countered—but if it’s sheer laziness, there’s no direct way to fix it…”

Elias shook his head.

“But you said there was another reason for the lack of information, aside from negligence?”

“Yes. Even if the overseer failed in their duties, it wouldn’t completely block all reports from reaching the kingdom. That means there’s someone else—someone actively suppressing information about the East.”

“And that would be the obstruction part.”

Elias muttered as he rubbed his temples.

“This second group isn’t aligned with the overseer. In fact, they’re rivals. But they do have political power, and they’re deliberately preventing any details about the East from getting through.”

“So both laziness and sabotage are at play here, effectively cutting off all crucial information from the East.”

“The existence of monsters is being reported—but their actual threat level is being drastically downplayed.”

“…I see. The real question is, what do we do about it?”

Frenn raised an eyebrow.

“What do you mean?”

Elias met her gaze, his expression serious.

“If the reports are so unreliable, I need to confirm something… Did you find any mention of ‘Rogis’ in the kingdom’s records?”

Frenn fell silent. That was all the confirmation he needed.

“I see… So they haven’t even heard about that.”

“…Now that you mention it, that’s extremely dangerous.”

“Exactly. Even if the risk of encountering something like that is low, the fact that the kingdom is completely unaware of the possibility is a serious problem.”

“At best, the only thing we can do is ensure that accurate information reaches the right people.”

“Easier said than done. Even if I try to explain the situation, how many people will actually listen? The general perception of the East is already low, so my words alone might not hold much weight.”

Elias sighed heavily.

“But we can’t just ignore this. It has to be corrected.”

“And how do you propose we do that?”

Frenn’s voice was skeptical.

Elias exhaled and mulled over their options.

“There are two possible approaches. The first is to contact Lord Jaits, the current overseer of the East, and ask him to push for more accurate reports to be sent to the kingdom.”

“Do you believe that will actually work? Even if he submits a proper report, I suspect it’ll be buried before it ever reaches anyone important.”

“You’re probably right.”

Elias admitted, nodding.

Frenn’s expression turned grim.

“Then that means the first option has a low chance of success.”

“Which brings us to the second option… Suppose I single-handedly slay Older. If I succeed, I can attribute my strength to my experience in the East. That would give me credibility—and then, maybe, the kingdom would finally start paying attention to the truth.”

Frenn blinked.

“…I see. And alternatively, we could also subtly inform key figures about the discrepancies in the reports and push for an official investigation into corruption.”

“That’s another viable approach.”

Elias agreed.

Just then, Frenn’s expression shifted. She had more to say—something about Older.

A few days after receiving his title as Holy Knight, Elias and Frenn departed the royal capital, heading north.

The journey spanned roughly seven days, and traveling by carriage proved an excruciating bore. Long hours of jolting travel left their backs sore, but in the end, they finally arrived at their destination.

“Hoh… Quite the size.”

“Indeed.”

Before them stood a fortress, its walls thick and imposing, its structures far grander than the one Elias had previously commanded.

The main gate bustled with activity, knights and soldiers coming and going. As Elias and Frenn approached, they quickly became the center of attention.

“We’re attracting quite the gaze.”

“It’s because of the pendant around your neck, Elias.”

The silver cross hanging from his neck—the symbol of a Holy Knight—was an unmistakable sight.

“I suppose they’re wondering what will happen now that a Holy Knight has arrived… The lord of this fortress is a Holy Knight as well, isn’t he?”

“Yes. His name is Noque de Tuluse. Among Holy Knights, there are two types—those who lead the frontier expansions and those who hold influence within the capital. He is of the latter.”

“And his skill with the sword?”

“According to reports, he has no recorded achievements in battle. He is a strategist, the kind who unfurls maps and commands from behind the desk.”

“Hmm. If I were to assume goodwill, I could say that Lord Tuluse desired a capable knight to lead his vanguard…”

“However, this fortress has seen no major victories in recent years.”

“I see. So in reality, the noble faction in the capital forced me upon him—to keep me out of their way.”

Frenn nodded.

“That is the most plausible explanation. What will you do?”

“Well, first things first. Let’s meet him.”

Despite the many stares upon him, Elias strode into the fortress with an air of indifference.

A man who seemed to be an attendant greeted them at the entrance and led them to Noque’s chamber.

The room was more of an office than a reception hall, and seated at the desk was a portly man, his expression one of vague disinterest.

“Welcome, Sir Elias de Dilia.”

“A pleasure to meet you, Lord Tuluse. You may call me Elias. And this is Frenn Metasia, my attendant.”

“I see. Then call me Noque. This garrison welcomes you.”

The two men exchanged a firm handshake.

Elias immediately noticed Noque’s gaze—not hostile, yet unmistakably burdened.

(As expected, I’ve been forced upon him… This is going to be a pain.)

“First and foremost, congratulations on your ascension to Holy Knight, Sir Elias.”

“My thanks… though truth be told, it feels undeserved. I may have been recognized for my achievements, but I have not fought on the front lines of the northern war.”

“Hah! Surely, monsters roamed the eastern front as well? There is no need to compare the two regions.”

At that, Noque’s gaze sharpened.

“However, while this fortress is far from the front lines, the monsters here are more formidable than those of the east. I would advise caution should you engage in battle.”

“Understood. And my role here?”

“The strategic planning and monster extermination directives shall remain under my command. You, Sir Elias, will serve as a mobile knight, offering support wherever needed in the field.”

“I see. Understood.”

It was clear—the real work would remain in Noque’s hands, and Elias was merely being kept on standby.

Even so, Elias accepted the terms without complaint.

“Your quarters have been prepared. You may rest for now.”

“What of the training schedule?”

“Drills are conducted daily, but your participation is optional.”

With that, their meeting concluded.

A knight guided Elias to his quarters—a modest chamber, furnished with only the bare necessities.

“Hmm… This will suffice.”

Elias harbored no complaints. He had spent decades on the battlefield—this was more than comfortable enough.

Just as he set down his belongings, a knock came at the door.

Upon answering, he found Frenn standing there.

“Your room is about the same size as mine.”

“Perhaps they expect us to complain, so that word might reach the capital and stain my reputation.”

“That seems likely… So, Elias, what do you make of this place?”

“The bed isn’t broken, and the room serves its purpose. More than adequate.”

Frenn sighed.

“You are utterly insufferable to deal with, I imagine.”

Clearing her throat, she continued.

“Having met Lord Tuluse, what do you think?”

“It’s as we expected. He was saddled with me and doesn’t intend to give me much to do. At most, I’ll be sent on minor operations to keep me occupied.”

“If a truly dangerous monster appears, you may be called upon…”

“That seems unlikely.”

“Why do you say that?”

“The atmosphere of the knights and soldiers here. This fortress once stood at the front lines, but expansion efforts have pushed the battlefield farther north. Now, it serves more as a supply base than an actual warfront.”

Frenn nodded in agreement.

“In that case, we are effectively confined to this fortress, without real duties.”

“That is exactly what the nobles who resent my title wanted.”

“…Do you have a plan?”

“For now, let’s observe for a few days. Frenn, gather information—on the fortress and the northern region as a whole.”

“A preliminary assessment, then. Understood—”

Just as Frenn acknowledged his orders—

A bell suddenly rang through the fortress.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Elias, though new to this fortress, immediately recognized the sound—it was an alarm to signal a monster attack.

“A monster?”

“Without a doubt. What shall we do?”

“We go outside and see for ourselves. Let’s see how they handle it.”

With that, Elias and Frenn stepped outside.

Knights and soldiers scrambled about in preparation, their movements frantic but organized.

Elias closed his eyes, sensing for the creature’s presence.

All monsters emitted magic, and their strength could be roughly gauged based on the intensity of their magical aura.

There were six levels of threat, ranging from zero to five—each denoting a greater degree of danger.

Before long, Elias found it.

A solitary monster, directly in front of the fortress.

No others accompanied it—it was a stray.

Elias furrowed his brow and strode toward the fortress entrance, where Noque was already issuing orders.

Noticing his approach, Noque turned.

“Sir Elias, you came as well.”

“Is this a common occurrence?”

“Not frequent. Moreover, its danger level should not be high…”

At that moment—

A thunderous howl split the air.

Emerging into view was a red-furred wolf, larger than any natural beast.

Its razor-sharp fangs gleamed, and its glowing red eyes fixated upon the knights and soldiers.

“It’s a danger level… two.”

At Elias’s assessment, Noque’s eyes widened in shock.

“Impossible! We have not seen such creatures since the war front moved further north!”

“And yet, here it is. If left unchecked, it will tear through your men—and the surrounding villages.”

At his words, the knights and soldiers tightened their grips on their weapons.

Noque, however, hesitated.

“W-Wait! Do not engage yet! We must first analyze its abilities with magic—”

But there was no time.

The monster roared, its muscles tensing.

It was about to charge.

Elias stepped forward, eyes gleaming.

“Well now. Let’s see what the famed strategist does in the face of a real battle.”

Since time immemorial, monsters and humankind had stood as bitter foes.

Through unyielding conflict and ceaseless expansion, humanity had gradually carved out its dominion, reclaiming land from the monsters’ grasp.

Presently, human civilization controlled forty percent of the world’s landmass. Yet, nations bordering monster-infested territories remained locked in a perpetual struggle, deploying knights and warriors to continue their advance. Expanding into these hostile regions meant securing new lands and resources, a cause for which the Kingdom of Rundell ceaselessly trained knights and recruited mercenaries to press onward.

Among these warriors was Elias, who had taken his first steps as a soldier at the age of fifteen—in a fortress situated on the kingdom’s eastern frontier.

Born to humble farmers, he had possessed no remarkable talents. Yet, through sheer survival and experience, he had steadily honed his strength.

For years, his days had been filled with nothing but the slaying of monsters.

On the front lines, death lurked at every turn, and many of Elias’s comrades had perished in battle.

He had mourned their passing, carried forth their will, and steadily grown stronger—his unwavering dedication earning him the rank of knight a decade ago, an unprecedented feat for a man of common birth.

From there, he had continued to battle ever-fiercer monstrosities, spending over twenty years in combat—until, at the age of forty, he had finally been granted the rank of Holy Knight.

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“For your valor and achievements, I bestow upon you the title of Holy Knight.”

In the royal palace, within the grand audience chamber, Elias knelt before the king, head bowed, as the decree was solemnly spoken.

The nobles and high-ranking knights present remained silent, their gazes fixed upon him.

“I expect that you shall uphold the honor of your title and continue to fight with distinction.”

“Aye. I shall devote myself to the cause.”

His response was formal and perfunctory.

With that, the audience was concluded.

Around Elias’s neck now hung a pendant—a silver cross, the emblem of a Holy Knight of the Kingdom of Rundell.

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As he stepped out into the vast corridors of the palace, Frenn, his attendant, awaited him at the far end.

He approached her.

“It’s done. Do we return now?”

“Regarding that… I have secured a chamber within the palace. Let us speak there.”

Elias followed Fra\enn’s lead as she guided him to a modest room within the palace’s outer wings.

A small space, with a central table and several chairs.

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Seated across from her, Elias studied Frenn’s expression.

“From the look on your face, I take it this won’t be an enjoyable conversation.”

“You can tell?”

“You wear the same look when particularly troublesome monsters appear.”

Frenn sighed.

“Then let us get straight to the point. A formal directive has been issued for you.”

“A reassignment?”

“Yes. As a Holy Knight, you are to be stationed in the northern frontier, where expansion efforts are currently underway.”

“…Figures. The east never gets much recognition.”

“The eastern front is not regarded as a valuable asset for expansion.”

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The Struggle for Dominion

The Kingdom of Rundell had focused its expansion efforts primarily in the north, where vast forests and towering mountain ranges promised abundant resources and arable land.

As such, a significant portion of its forces had been deployed there.

By contrast, the eastern frontier, where Elias had been stationed, bordered another nation. The rugged canyons dividing the two lands made expansion impractical—instead, the east primarily served as a defensive outpost, dedicated to monster suppression and border security.

Thus, postings to the northern territories led to faster promotions, whereas other assignments were often regarded as demotions.

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“Despite this, you still earned the title of Holy Knight, Elias.”

“Back in the throne room, I could feel the nobles’ eyes boring into me. While some acknowledged my achievements, others were clearly displeased—wondering why a mere commoner had been elevated to such heights.”

Frenn looked at him in mild astonishment.

“You noticed?”

“Reading monsters’ emotions is more difficult.”

Frenn sighed, shaking her head.

“It appears that while His Majesty judged you by merit, there are many who find your promotion… distasteful.”

“Hah. If I had my way, I’d have refused the title outright.”

“Do not speak so lightly. That brings me to your reassignment.”

“You already know where I’m being sent?”

“The official decree will be issued tomorrow, but I have been informed in advance to make the necessary arrangements. Your destination is in the north—but notably, far from the front lines.”

Elias fell silent for a moment before glancing at Frenn.

“What do you think?”

Frenn was no mere aide—she had long served as his strategic advisor, handling logistics, political maneuvering, and tactical planning behind the scenes.

After a pause, she spoke.

“Given your prowess, you should have been placed directly on the front lines. The fact that you were not suggests that the nobility sought to sideline you—to prevent you from further distinguishing yourself.”

“So they’ll tolerate my new rank but won’t allow me any more battlefield glory?”

“Precisely. If you were to continue amassing achievements, you might eventually secure influence in the capital—an outcome they clearly wish to avoid.”

Elias let out a deep sigh.

“I have no interest in politics, yet they insist on scheming against me anyway. Bah. I suppose I’ll deal with it once I get there.”

“Are you certain? You still have the option to formally contest your assignment.”

“No point in making enemies in the royal court. I’ll play along—for now. Besides, after so many years on the battlefield, a little break doesn’t sound so bad.”

“Even if you are far from the front lines, monsters will still pose a threat.”

Frenn nodded.

“And what of the eastern fortress?”

“Your replacement is Sir Jates.”

Elias’s brow lifted slightly.

Sir Jates was a seasoned Holy Knight, long revered in the eastern front. Though age had diminished his strength, he remained widely respected among the knights.

“That should work out well. I’ll pay my respects once I’m settled.”

“I am more concerned about how the knights at the fortress will react to your departure.”

“They knew the moment I was named Holy Knight that I’d be reassigned. And with Sir Jates taking over, there’s nothing to worry about.”

“You are rather optimistic.”

“It’s nothing to brood over. No one’s dying over this, so it’s hardly worth losing sleep.”

Elias rose to his feet.

“Right. I’ll get some rest. Where are we staying?”

“Accommodations have been arranged within the palace. Leave the travel preparations to me.”

“Good. I’ll leave it to you.”

He started toward the door—then paused.

“Wait. You’re coming too, aren’t you?”

“Naturally. There’s no reason for me to remain in the east, and bringing one attendant should be acceptable.”

“Fair enough. I’ll be counting on you, Frenn.”

“Your casual attitude never changes… Not that I mind.”

Frenn stood as well, preparing to leave.

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“One last thing, Elias. As a Holy Knight, you will be under much greater scrutiny. Mind your words and actions.”

“I’m hardly the type to go around harassing people.”

“Not that—but in battle, you have a tendency to rush into dangerous situations before we’re properly prepared.”

Chuckling, Elias pushed open the door.

“Old habits die hard.”

And with that, he stepped out into the dimly lit corridor, ready to face whatever lay ahead.

The King, accompanied by the Queen, exited through their private door.

Following them in order were the First Prince, the Lady of the Grand Duke’s House, and the members of the semi-royal Grand Duke’s family. The high-ranking noble families, including their heads, their daughters who were set to marry into these houses, and their relatives, also left through a different exit. That fellow, too, quietly joined the procession.

I imagine he must be feeling an overwhelming pressure, enough to make him feel sick, as he glimpsed his own future in the royal decree just issued. His fiancée, who was suddenly brought into this setting, likely never imagined that her fate would be decided in such a manner. This will surely cause some disputes… no, there is no doubt it will. However, knowing him, even as he plays the fool, he will somehow manage to turn things in a favorable direction.

And so, in the wake of the storm, I alone remained.

Considering the gravity of the matter, even though I had been invited as an involved party, as a mere third son of a low-ranking knightly house, it was inevitable that I would be left behind. There was no reason for me to be offended. The only person visibly flustered was the Chief Lady-in-Waiting of the Royal Court. Now that the key figures had departed and only the attendants remained, how much longer was I expected to stay here?

I directed a questioning gaze at the Chief Lady-in-Waiting.

“I-I will make inquiries at once! I shall inform them about your presence!”

“Please, do not trouble yourself, Lady Chief. There are surely matters that require urgent attention. I believe it would be best if I took my leave now. Ah, before that, may I entrust this to you? I do not know who lent me this guard sword. Please convey my deepest gratitude to whoever provided it, as it granted me the honor of fulfilling the duty of a knight’s protector, even if only temporarily.”

“T-To me?”

“Given your position, I believe it is appropriate. I do not see any royal attendants or palace knights present. In this case, you, the highest-ranking individual in this room, are the most suitable to safeguard it.”

“…I understand. I will ensure it reaches the appropriate hands.”

“I am grateful. There is one more favor I must ask.”

“Yes?”

“I would prefer not to return to the grand hall where I have been branded the villain who abandoned his fiancée. Could you kindly show me a discreet route out of this palace?”

“…Very well. I shall arrange it.”

Taking the situation into consideration, the Chief Lady-in-Waiting nodded. I had no intention of returning to that place, where I was seen as the scoundrel who left his fiancée behind. Let them gossip all they want. My priority was to leave the royal palace and return to my dormitory as soon as possible.

Understanding my intent, the Chief Lady-in-Waiting went to great lengths to guide me along a path where I would not be seen by the other new adults. I deeply appreciated her consideration.

Handing over the sword, I turned on my heel. The Chief Lady-in-Waiting seemed to have something more to say, but I had no further business with her. Given her high position, she must have been granted a considerable noble rank, and it was not my place to speak with her as an equal. Though, under the circumstances, we had exchanged words, it was best to leave it at that.

Following the route given to me by the Chief Lady-in-Waiting, I made my way quickly.

At one point, I passed near the royal kitchen. Oh? This… It seemed they were bringing back lightly eaten or untouched food from the grand hall—items that had been left for too long or were in reduced portions. A large amount of still-edible food was gathered in one place.

I approached one of the kitchen staff, who, upon seeing my formal attire, must have mistaken me for a palace official and responded with proper courtesy.

“What happens to all of this?”

“Normally, it would be discarded. However, since the food tonight was prepared by the palace’s top chefs, the waitstaff and maids may take it for their own reference.”

“I see. So they take it to learn for the future.”

“Of course, others are welcome to take some as well.”

“In that case, may I take some as well?”

“Please do. We have prepared paper boxes for this very purpose.”

“Then I shall take a few. Thank you.”

“It is our pleasure.”

This was useful information. I had not eaten anything since morning, and more importantly, I was about to leave for my homeland. Having some provisions for the journey would be most convenient. I took a few of the paper boxes and packed some of the light meals into them.

Yes, this was quite ideal.

Then, my eyes caught sight of bottles of alcohol. There were bottles of sparkling wine that had gone flat and opened bottles of wine that had been left untouched. Given that corks were nearby, these too seemed to be available for taking.

In that case, I would take a few bottles back as souvenirs for my father and family. Royal palace wine would make a fine gift.

Deciding this, I quickly gathered the bottles. With a large cloth I always carried, I bundled them up and tied it securely, turning it into a makeshift travel sack. This was… a trick from my previous life. Since I had no servants, a simple wrapping cloth was incredibly useful. That was why I always carried a large piece of cloth with me.

With my bundle in hand, I followed the path provided. The palace servants’ corridors, as expected, allowed me to avoid any nobles. Given that this event was attended by counts and above, as well as their families, they would not have any reason to use these passages. The Chief Lady-in-Waiting had thought this through well.

Thanks to this, I successfully evaded the attendees and exited the palace. I then walked swiftly along the road I had originally traveled.

The guards at the palace gates did not stop me. They were strict with those entering but not as much with those leaving—something I had heard before but now confirmed as true.

As I passed by, one of the guards glanced at my cloth bundle with interest. With a heavy heart, I sacrificed a bottle of wine.

“I deeply appreciate your service in protecting the royal palace. Here, I offer you a token of gratitude—one of the wines served at the banquet.”

Upon hearing this, the stern-faced men’s expressions immediately softened.

I couldn’t help but recall my father and brothers.

Passing through the towering walls of the royal palace, I headed straight for the dormitory of the magic academy. In the noble district, few traveled on foot—only the occasional maid running errands. The sun had already set, and the streets were now sparsely populated. Though I was still wearing my formal attire, no one paid me much mind. They likely assumed I had my own circumstances and did not bother to remember me.

Upon arriving at my dormitory, I quickly changed clothes. Having already returned the academy-issued uniform, I donned the hand-me-downs from my older brother.

Since I had grown, my brother’s clothes now fit me perfectly, making them ideal for traveling.

I had already sent my notes, transcriptions, and bulky belongings ahead with a merchant’s wagon bound for the frontier. Now, all I carried were a high-quality leather garment bag, a small travel bag, and my wrapped bundle.

The dormitory room was now empty.

After tidying the bed one last time, I quietly thanked it for providing me with comfort for the past four years.

The sun had fully set, and the evening sky was adorned with the twinkling of stars.

If I hurried, I could catch the night carriage for the long journey home. I had food. I had saved enough money for the trip.

At the dormitory’s front desk, I returned my room key to the caretaker.

“May you live a blessed life,” she said.

“Your work was always flawless. I offer you my deepest respect for your dedication. May your life be filled with light.”

With these parting words, I stepped out of the dormitory.

The stars shimmered in the night sky, and with a clear heart, I made my way to the long-distance carriage station.

Would there be a seat available?

With a grand vow in my heart, with the pride of a warrior of the frontier—

I strode forward on the road home.

◆ The Moment of Reckoning and the Aspiration of a Frontier Knight

Below us, the ‘farce’ unfolded.

The actors were noble figures of high standing, while the audience consisted of newly recognized adults and their families.

Among them, some keen observers had already sensed something was amiss and quietly slipped away.

Those individuals, possessing both keen judgment and the ability to act upon it, were the true elite.

A rare sight indeed.

At that moment, a faint noise caught my ear.

Instinctively, my body tensed.

My posture adjusted to a defensive stance, hand resting lightly upon the hilt of my sword, ready to draw at a moment’s notice.

A shared reaction swept through the chamber.

Every noble present turned their attention toward the sound.

A visitor…?

One that had been anticipated?

The door behind me creaked open.

A single figure entered, stepping forward with deliberate ease.

His attire, posture, and presence all spoke of authority.

I did not need to verify his identity—

The Crown Prince.

He walked forward, passing through the ranks of high lords and officials, his pace slow and measured.

His face, handsome and composed, radiated an unshakable resolve.

His steps carried no malice, no hostility—only purpose.

I released my readiness for combat but did not drop my guard entirely.

Upon reaching the highest platform, he approached two figures seated upon their thrones—

His Majesty, the King.

Her Majesty, the Queen.

Then, five steps before them, he knelt.

A hand to his chest, he bowed his head.

And the King spoke.

“The decision is made.”

The Crown Prince lifted his head.

His voice was firm, steady, and clear.

“My brother… His greatest flaw is his narrow view of the world.”

“He hears only the words that please him, rejecting all caution and wisdom.”

“Such a man… is unfit to wear the crown.”

A heavy silence filled the chamber.

The King’s gaze did not waver.

“You understand the burden you must bear?”

“Even if it should break me, I shall shoulder this kingdom.”

A deep sigh, long and weary.

Then, a shift—a decision made manifest.

The King turned to the Grand Duchess.

“He is still young, yet untested… but Grand Duchess, will you stand beside him?”

Her voice rang out—crystal-clear, unwavering.

“Not to support him… but to walk alongside him, I shall answer: Yes.”

A rare flicker of genuine emotion crossed the Crown Prince’s face.

“And what, Grand Duchess, would you have me swear?”

She stepped forward.

Her words were both a vow and a demand.

“Let us stand side by side.”

“Let us confront the trials before us.”

“Let us carve a path toward tomorrow.”

“Toward a future worthy of this kingdom.”

“This is my vow.”

For the first time, the Crown Prince’s mask cracked.

His voice softened, no longer simply a declaration, but an exchange of trust.

“Then hear my oath in return.”

“The road ahead is steep, the burdens great.”

“But look beside you.”

“I shall always be there.”

The ceremony was complete.

She extended her hand.

He took it and pressed a kiss to the back of her palm—a gesture of trust, of unity.

He then rose, and together they stepped forward five paces.

A symbolic stride into the future.

And with that, my duty ended.

As a temporary guardian, I was no longer permitted to remain within ten paces of them.

Their security now fell to the Royal Guard.

The role I had been assigned was now absolved.

I swiftly retreated.

Yet even then, it did not feel far enough.

I pressed toward the exit, but—

“You will remain here.”

A figure stepped between me and the door.

The Chief Lady-in-Waiting.

Her face remained composed, but her voice carried warning.

“To leave now would be… improper.”

I hesitated.

“May I ask, Lady Chief, how long do I remain?”

Her expression wavered—

A rare moment of uncertainty.

“…A while longer. Please, just a while longer.”

What in the world…?

I was a mere third son of a frontier knight’s house.

My presence in this chamber was already beyond reason.

And yet… I was being kept.

Why?

For what purpose?

The King rose from his throne.

His voice carried the weight of final judgment.

“For the Crown Prince to ascend as Heir Apparent, one thing remains.”

“He must secure the consent of the nobility.”

“To do so, we shall establish a new bond.”

And so, the future of the kingdom was sealed.

And I, a mere observer, stood witness to history.

The Executioner’s Delight

From the dimly lit passageway above, I gazed down at the grand hall of the royal castle, bathed in brilliant light. There was no way they could see me from down there.

On the stage, the Second Prince took his place, preparing to announce the commencement of the “Thanksgiving Banquet.” Surrounding him were his usual companions. Normally, their respective fiancées should have been standing at their sides, yet that was not the case this evening.

Under the magical glow of the illuminated chandeliers, the Second Prince, with his dazzling golden hair and deep ocean-blue eyes, raised his voice:

“Let us celebrate our coming of age! From this day forward, you are recognized as noble subjects who have pledged allegiance to the kingdom and shall serve as its pillars. I expect you all to devote yourselves to the kingdom’s prosperity and the strengthening of our forces. I had intended to keep my opening address brief, but before we begin… I must first convey an important matter to all of you!”

With an air of arrogance, he lifted his chin, his voice amplified by an enchantment, resonating powerfully throughout the grand hall of the royal castle.

This was the Second Prince—the one closest to inheriting the title of Crown Prince. His future had all but been promised. His words now reached every noble youth who had just come of age, along with their families, all of whom were integral to the kingdom’s governance.

The sheer presence of his authority was overwhelming. He had already begun to exude the aura of a king.

Everyone focused intently on his next words. The vast hall fell into complete silence—no one so much as coughed. A sea of serious, expectant gazes turned upon the Second Prince.

Yet among them, there was a growing sense of unease.

Because standing beside him—where his rightful fiancée should have been—was a viscount’s daughter, draped in an extravagant gown.

The young lady in question struggled to suppress a triumphant smile. Her emotions were plain to see—a glaring testament to the failure of her upbringing. Those who understood the gravity of this ceremony—a crucial royal event—were bewildered by her presence at the Second Prince’s side.

“To enroll in the Magic Academy, one must have a fiancée. This rule applies even to royalty. However, it is also permitted for engagements to be annulled if complications arise while enrolled. After all, this period is meant for evaluating one’s lifelong partner.

“I have spent much time in deep contemplation. Before entering the academy, I believed that my betrothed—the Lady of the Grand Duke’s House, who had stood by my side since childhood—would be a suitable consort.

“Yet, regrettably, she revealed the arrogance of her noble lineage. I came to realize this painful truth when she, out of jealousy, sought to expel a truly remarkable young lady—a noble daughter of a viscount’s house, who now stands beside me—from the academy.

“I was appalled. Enraged.”

His voice rang out in clear and commanding tones.

Perhaps he believed he was offering a rational explanation for why the viscount’s daughter now stood at his side.

But this was a grave mistake.

Even if the events within the academy were widely known, such personal grievances had no place in a formal coming-of-age ceremony.

Moreover, for the prince himself to publicly declare them?

Had he consulted anyone before speaking?

By whose authority was he making this statement?

Had this been discussed and agreed upon in the morning council, where government affairs were deliberated?

In the darkened passageway above, the esteemed figures who had gathered to observe this spectacle sat quietly, their expressions unreadable.

I could only imagine the turmoil brewing within their minds—the storm raging in the hearts of His Majesty the King and Her Majesty the Queen, as they watched this disaster unfold before them.

Seated before me, the Lady of the Grand Duke’s House—the very woman being falsely accused—remained silent, her face betraying no emotion.

Her composure was… almost unnatural.

It was as if she had expected this.

I was at a loss for words.

Even as unjust disgrace was being cast upon her, she stood unwavering—resolute in her dignity, as if none of it mattered.

She had not changed since the day I first met her, when we exchanged words in that long corridor.

Coldly pristine. Unyielding. Brimming with unshakable pride.

Meanwhile, below us, the Second Prince continued his foolish monologue:

“The Lady of the Viscount’s House showed me kindness and compassion as I dedicated myself to my studies to lead this nation. Of course, she was engaged to another.

“Thus, I kept a respectful distance.

“Yet her fiancé abandoned her. He never sent her gifts, nor did he show her any concern, leaving her wounded.

“Her guardian, recognizing this injustice, took extraordinary measures to dissolve her engagement.

“I say this to preserve her honor: the sole blame lies with her former fiancé—the son of a lowly frontier knight.

“She bears no fault.

“After all, he is just a backwater peasant. His magic is the only reason he was permitted to study at the academy in the first place.

“A mere insect like him could never be a match for someone as noble, as graceful, as compassionate as she is! Never!”

“To protect her from any further injustice, I have pledged my full support and ensured she can complete her education as a true lady.”

How utterly one-sided.

His speech was nothing more than the distorted product of his narrow worldview.

Had he never considered listening to other voices? Had he ever tried to see the full picture?

If he had, he might have realized that his own conclusions were flawed.

Instead, he surrounded himself with sycophants—those who only told him what he wished to hear.

And now, blinded by his own privilege, he exercised his authority without any balance or wisdom.

A man like this—so incapable of understanding the true workings of the world—could never be a king.

For a prince raised in a golden birdcage, even a common butterfly larva must have seemed more radiant than the noble ladies he had known all his life.

This was the failure of his royal education.

He had been pampered for too long, shielded from reality.

A tragedy, truly.

Born to a wise and esteemed king, raised by a queen who was the pinnacle of nobility, this was the best he could become?

Far too naïve. Far too blind.

If this ignorant child were to sit upon the throne, he would doom the kingdom to darkness.

He had no vision beyond himself.

He had no ability to analyze, to gather intelligence, to see beyond rumors and hearsay.

Even a low-ranking knight like myself had been taught from childhood to assess the truth behind words.

And yet… the Second Prince lacked even this most basic skill of nobility.

If he were banished to the frontier, he wouldn’t last a year.

The wilderness would devour him.

And the people of the borderlands—they would not offer their aid to one who refused to listen.

I watched this farce unfold, my heart filled not with anger, but with sheer disappointment.

He could insult me.

He could slander my homeland.

But his words were meaningless.

Even His Majesty, who sat observing from the shadows above, showed no sign of support.

The Minister of War even glanced toward me, wearing a look of deep apology.

It didn’t matter.

A newborn’s cry was no different than the empty words of a spoiled prince.

To take offense would have been pointless.

And then… he turned his attention to the Lady of the Grand Duke’s House.

This fool truly had no idea what he was doing.

◆ An Inquiry, Conducted in Silence, Enforced with Rigor.

“I have brought them.”

At the sound of the Chief Lady-in-Waiting’s voice, the heavy doors swung open.

Following her lead, I stepped through, and the doors immediately shut behind me.

I could sense the flow of magic—a strong barrier had been erected.

This place was heavily warded.

The room was dark, far removed from the brightly illuminated halls below.

Given the many steps we had ascended, this place was undoubtedly located high within the castle, perhaps even within the rafters of the grand hall.

As my vision adjusted to the dim light, I recognized the towering chandeliers hanging over the vast ballroom below.

So, this is where we are.

It was not simply a chamber, but a concealed passage overlooking the Grand Hall.

The massive arches supporting the ceiling stretched outward, their ends disappearing into the stone floor.

This was a place meant for observation.

As my eyes adapted, I began to see figures seated in the darkness.

Rows of ornate chairs lined the space, occupied by distinguished men and women.

Some were familiar, others unknown to me.

One figure in particular caught my eye—someone whose presence was known throughout the Magic Academy, yet whom I had never spoken to directly.

She turned her gaze upon me.

The Grand Duke’s Daughter.

“So you have come. Thank you.”

Her voice was clear, like a bell ringing in the still night air.

“You were summoned as one of the involved parties.”

“If I may inquire, is this for… the results of an inquiry, Lady Grand Duchess?”

“Hohoho… You have keen insight, I see.”

Her smile did not reach her eyes.

“Indeed. We are about to observe a ‘farce’—one I have invited you to witness.”

Then, her gaze shifted.

“Oh? You have brought guests?”

“Yes. A friend, and his betrothed.”

Her eyes flicked toward the nobleman seated beside her—a man of considerable rank and influence.

His presence exuded authority, yet the moment she addressed him, a tension entered his posture.

“Minister of Military Affairs… have you spoken of this matter to your family?”

His deep voice, though usually commanding, carried an undercurrent of unease.

“Grand Duchess, I am bound by my oath of secrecy. Even to my own kin, I would not speak of such matters.”

She let out a soft chuckle.

“I see. So then, your son approached him of his own volition? How fortunate. Truly, a testament to your education.”

Her expression sharpened.

“The essence of education lies not in the teachings received, but in how one chooses to embrace them.”

“One of your sons failed, but the other succeeded… and the difference lay in their sense of ‘noble duty and honor.’”

“A commendable outcome, Minister. His Majesty and the Chancellor shall deliberate on whether your house is to face censure.”

The Military Minister exhaled slowly, as if releasing a great burden.

“It seems I stand upon a razor’s edge.”

He then turned to his son—the nobleman beside me.

His expression was grave.

“Come. Sit beside me.”

He then addressed his future daughter-in-law.

“This is a matter of great consequence. Pay close attention. Observe carefully. For one day, the weight of this house shall rest upon your shoulders.”

His son paled.

His fiancée looked ready to collapse.

Well… That was to be expected.

The Minister had all but declared that he was considering naming his son as his successor.

A future Minister of Military Affairs.

What an arduous path you have ahead, my friend.

“You as well—take a seat.”

“That will not be necessary.”

I placed a hand over my chest and bowed.

“I am merely the third son of a frontier knight’s house. A place among such esteemed company is far beyond me.”

“To even consider sitting here is unthinkable.”

The Grand Duchess smiled faintly.

“Then… someone bring him a blade.”

“…Pardon?”

“A guard’s sword. Or a ceremonial blade from the Grand Duke’s armory—it matters not.”

A knight stepped forward, offering me a sheathed sword.

I pulled it halfway from its scabbard, confirming it was a true blade, then fastened it to my waist.

In this moment, I had become a knight in service to the Grand Duchess.

Even temporarily, this was an honor of great significance.

My role was clear.

I stepped behind her chair and stood at attention—ever watchful.

A low chuckle resonated through the chamber.

I turned toward the source.

There, seated upon a higher platform, shrouded in shadow…

Two figures.

Though their faces were obscured, I knew at once who they were.

His Majesty the King.

Her Majesty the Queen.

An almost unbelievable realization.

I had not expected to stand in their presence this night.

And yet, having been entrusted with this duty, I could not bow.

My new station forbade it.

I had been granted a role, and to abandon it for formality would be disgraceful.

The King’s voice rang through the chamber.

“Tell me, Grand Duchess… have you taken a liking to him?”

“Your Majesty, he possesses the heart of a noble.”

A graceful yet unyielding reply.

“Indeed… He is a fine one.”

The King let out a booming laugh.

“Bold, yet steadfast. A warrior of the frontier, loyal and unwavering.”

His voice grew fond, almost nostalgic.

“It would seem that the words I once spoke remain true… ‘The Kingdom’s honor lies in its frontiers.’”

His laughter echoed once more.

“Good! Very good!”

…Was I just praised by the King?

This was beyond surreal.

His Majesty—the ruler of this land, a man who rarely left the deepest halls of the castle—sat here.

In this place.

At this moment.

Not in some grand audience hall, nor in the throne room, but here.

Which meant only one thing.

A ruling of grave consequence was about to take place.

The King.

The Queen.

The Minister of Military Affairs.

The Grand Duchess.

And no doubt, other key figures who attended the royal councils.

Among them were those aligned with the Second Prince—his closest allies and their betrothed.

These were people of a station high enough to be the banquet’s ‘guests of honor.’

Yet none of them were present in the main hall.

I turned my gaze downward, toward the ballroom below.

There, a dazzling crowd awaited the banquet’s commencement.

Among them… women dressed in garments befitting those seated here in the shadows.

Decoys.

A tactic from my past life’s memory.

Shadow doubles.

Even the Grand Duchess had a stand-in.

I examined her movements—subtle, practiced, refined.

Yet… a keen observer could still discern the difference.

Everyone in this chamber had been given a role to play.

And the weight of what was about to unfold…

Pressed upon me like an unshakable omen.

“A farce,” she had called it.

Then let us see how this ‘performance’ begins.