NOVEL WEB Chapter 30.1
Stage 1-30. ‘Saint’
“—That concludes the matter.”
“Mm. I appreciate your report, Frone Milfonty.”
The royal castle stood tall behind the Lishburg Magic Academy.
The symbol of the Kingdom of Londism, flourishing for centuries, retained its beauty and dignity unchanged.
Inside one of the luxurious rooms where the head of state and his family lived.
Unnoticed by anyone, with no lights on, the room was dimly illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the closed window, revealing a man, aged yet still exuding authority, much like the castle itself.
Anbald Londism.
The one and only ruler standing at the top of this country.
“So… I see. Gordon’s son was so overjoyed he passed out?”
“Yes. By now, he’s probably enjoying time with her while being nursed back to health.”
The recent events concerning Karen Revetzenka were convenient for both Ouga Vellet, myself, and King Anbald.
Each of us could advance our own agenda through our cooperation on the matter.
Ouga Vellet wanted to rescue his childhood friend, Karen Revetzenka, from the foolish crown prince.
I wanted to see the two engaged and ensure their exceptional genes carried on into the future.
And Anbald—he sought to reform this decaying nation.
“But are you sure? The outcome was obvious, but your son’s position has taken a huge hit.”
“To say I have no regrets… would be a lie. But this is the experience he needed. I thought he would change after getting engaged, but he’s always been a child with an elitist mindset.”
“Even that terrible womanizing habit?”
“He was probably influenced by some nobles trying to get close to him. In any case, this is the result of me neglecting him while being caught up with national affairs. The blame is mine. I intend to take full responsibility no matter what happens.”
“…You’ve had your share of hardships.”
“We’re both in the same boat. You’ve done your fair share of work too.”
At those words, I smiled warmly.
Since leaving the field, I’ve devoted myself to training the next generation.
He likely sees my actions as being for the future of the country. We’ve shared experiences on the battlefield too. That’s why he so casually invites me to the royal family’s inner circle.
…It seems he still hasn’t realized my true intentions.
Judging by his expression, there’s no hint of suspicion toward me.
Not once have I ever thought I was living for the nation. Everything I do is for myself.
I use all of my time for my own benefit.
Even nurturing young, talented prospects… all to combine their bloodlines and create exceptional offspring—
“Well, well, I didn’t expect to hear Ouga Vellet’s name from you, Frone.”
My drifting thoughts were suddenly reeled back in.
That’s right. There was something I had to ask.
“You knew about him? About his existence?”
“Yes. After all, Gordon bragged countless times, ‘My son is a genius! He’ll hold a key position in the future of this country’. Hearing that scoundrel rave about his son so often was always amusing.”
“Oh…? A genius with no aptitude for magic? Why’s that, I wonder?”
“I don’t know the details. I was skeptical, but given his recent achievements, I can’t say it’s a lie.”
I clicked my tongue inwardly.
Of course. Gordon, having fought countless diplomatic battles, knew the value of information. That sly fox.
He’s known as a corrupt lord precisely because he associates with the rotten nobility.
In reality, he’s Anbald’s trusted confidant, gathering information and passing it to the king.
“He continues to act unbefitting of a noble. But that’s precisely the kind of noble I wish to see. That’s likely why she chose to serve under him.”
“When you say ‘she’… you mean that attendant?”
“You’ve probably already realized this, Frone, but she was once the captain of this kingdom’s knights. She, too, was an exceptional individual… though her sense of justice was a bit too strong.”