Chapter 213
Chapter 213
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Several hours later .
We arrived at Relaia Barondom’s central town, Relaial, without a problem .
. . . Well territory of a baron isn’t that big though, so this central town is more like a village .
” . . . It’s heavily guarded . ”
The escort knight muttered when he saw Relaial’s gate .
Indeed, soldiers who appear to be guards are standing in front of the gate .
Normally, you don’t place guards on the gate of a small town like this .
Security gets stricter only when it’s one step away from full blown war .
“Allow me to inform them our arrival . ”
“Very well . ”
Viscount Regido halted afterward .
Looks like we still need to inform our coming before we could enter the town .
Guess you can’t just stroll right through the gate without saying anything even if you’re a noble .
. . . Right now I’m a noble, albeit temporary, though, so I can’t say like it’s none of my business .
While I was thinking that, a middle-aged man who appeared to be a noble rushed out of the town gate in a big hurry .
It’s probably cause he can’t let nobles who are of higher ranks to wait for him .
“Viscount Regido, Baron Hildesheimr! I bid you my warmest welcome!”
Looks like I’m getting called Baron even though it’s just temporary .
. . . This might be the first time someone called me Baron Hildesheimr .
I mean, I rarely ever used my family name and usually introduced myself as just Mathias .
Viscount Regido opens his mouth .
“You must be Baron Relaia . Have you heard the details from His Majesty?”
“We received a letter a few hours ago . We have arranged the information for you . ”
“Good work . Lead the way . ”
. . . Looks like the local army will lend us their cooperation .
Having a viscount in the investigation team is already showing its effect .
As I walk while thinking that . . . a familiar-looking human walk up here from afar .
–It’s Biffgel .
Frankly speaking, I’d like to avoid meeting this guy .
I don’t care about Biffgel himself, but it’ll be a waste of our time if he causes troubles here .
And that’d result in more troubles for my father Castor, and my brother Reich, I’d like to avoid that .
. . . However, as I’m currently going along with other nobles, I cannot hide my figure here .
I walked while hoping that he wouldn’t notice me, but . . .
“Mathias, you bastard! What’re you doing trotting back home without a care in the world huh! You Disqualified Crest trash, a disgrace of Hildesheimr house!”
. . . Looks like he found me out .
“What do you mean ‘back home’, we’re not in Hildesheimr Baronet’s territory here . ”
“Same difference! I’m asking why’d you show your mug in front of me now! You already left our territory!”
No, it’s not ‘same difference’ .
It’s another noble’s .
. . . I can’t even begin to figure out where to quip here .
“Oy, who is this guy?”
Viscount Regideo asked the escort knights when he saw our conversation .
“That is the second son of Castor Hildesheimr, Biffgel Hildesheimr . ”
The one who replied to Viscount Regido was the escort knight who had guided us all the way here .
This knight is not only knowledgeable about roads, but also other nobles huh . . .
“Second son . . . That means he’s not a nobleman?”
“That’s right . ”
“So you’re telling me, a commoner just called a noble, however temporary it may be, ‘trash’ and ‘disgrace’, not to mention the lack of honorifics . . . ”
“That will be correct . ”
“On top of that, did he really say that other noble’s territory is 『same difference with his household’s own』?”
“Amazingly enough, that’s exactly right . ”
Viscount Regido looked amazed as he asked the escort knight .
He then turned at Biffgel with a look of pity .
Looks like he can’t even work up anger .
Yep, I know that feeling .
“Biffgel Hildesheimr . . . I’ve heard rumors about you, but to think it was all true . . . Will Hildesheimr house be alright with this guy as their heir?”
“No, the heir is the eldest son Reich, not Biffgel . ”
” . . . Really now? I heard the eldest son didn’t have Glory Crest, and only a year older though . ”
In this country, heirs are usually the eldest sons .
However, the situation changes slightly if only the second son has Glory Crest and the age difference is less than three years .
The law states that 『The one better at magic』 is to be the heir in a case like such .
And as chant magic is the mainstream in this country, Glory Crest holds the advantage .
Thus, heirs are usually Glory Crest bearers .
And Hildesheimr household is exactly one of such cases .
Biffgel has Glory Crest, my brother Reich has Common Magic Crest .
However . . .
“That would normally be the case, however, it appears that the elder brother Reich is exceedingly talented and better than Biffgel at magic . As such, the heir is the eldest son . ”
“Common Magic Crest surpassing Glory Crest at a place where chantless magic hasn’t been popularized yet . . . ? No wait, Baronet Hildesheimr territory was Mathias’s hometown huh . I can hazard a guess as to what happened . ”
“Your hypothesis is most likely correct, Viscount Regido . ”
Viscount Regido had a ‘no wonder’ look on his face after hearing me .
. . . Biffgel’s face reddened as he watched the conversation unfolded .
However, Biffgel must have realized that the other party was viscount from it .
He has no way to talk back .
And Viscount Regido further twists the knife in .
“We have come to Baronet Relaia territory under order of His Majesty . Mathias and his party is included in our entourage . Denying Mathias here would mean the same as denying His Majesty’s order . . . Did you say that while fully aware of that implication?”
“N-no, I didn’t mean to . . . ”
Biffgel gradually inched back as he said that .
And then he scurried away just like that .
Biffgel, how pitiful . . .
『That Biffgel really is like the rumors say . . . 』
『Worse than that even . . . He’s lucky to escape with his life . 』
Ruli and Alma who had been keeping silent had that conversation .
Though rather than keeping silent, it was more like they couldn’t believe what happened, not a word would come out .
Ruli is right, Viscount Regido could have Biffgel offed just on the basis of earlier matter .
But that would be a waste our time .
The viscount must have surmised that Biffgel couldn’t do anything more than complaining anyway and thus let him get away .
. . . The guy is not even worth his execution .
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