Eternally Regressing Knight Novel - Chapter 811
Chapter 811: Chapter 809 – Killing with Hatred
Chapter 809 – Killing with Hatred
“Gack.”
The assassin, who had been hiding in a marketplace alley, jumped up to avoid the poison cloud.
He hooked his fingers on a retaining wall and climbed onto the roof of a brick house, but in an instant, a cold wind grazed his neck.
A question arose in the assassin’s mind.
A sudden wind?
And a cold one at that?
‘In the middle of summer?’
He didn’t even have time to lift his head, but he saw a cloudless blue sky.
It was full of hot sunlight.
With a red line drawn across his neck, the assassin tilted his head back and collapsed.
The blood that flowed from his fallen body stained the roof of woven straw and stone red.
“Wh-what the.”
“Kyaaak!”
“Son of a…”
Only then did screams and fierce shouts erupt from all sides.
SHREEE!
A soldier who had been standing guard for security blew his whistle.
At the sound of the whistle, four soldiers who had been on patrol gathered.
In the meantime, Jaxen, from the roof of another building, gouged the side of an assassin lying flat with his dagger and split his heart, and planted a Silence Dagger in the forehead of another assassin whose eyes were peeking out of a building window.
Even though three men had died, the other assassins couldn’t even find Jaxen’s location.
“Don’t block one of them.”
Krang whispered urgently.
Enkrid, placing himself in front of Krang, spoke.
“Jaxen, leave one.”
Krang had spoken in a whisper, and Enkrid’s voice wasn’t very loud either, but it was fine.
Thanks to the exploding arrows, a commotion had broken out, and the screams and surprised voices of people were echoing all around, but a focused Jaxen would have already heard him.
Indeed, it went according to Krang’s will.
There were five assassins in total, and the one who had hidden most secretively kicked off a retaining wall and jumped, earning himself a moment to speak.
“For the true royal family!”
He shouted and extended his hand.
A short arrow shot out from his sleeve. Enkrid did not block it.
It was because after Krang had told him not to block it, he had pulled on his collar and said to leave it, that he would handle it himself.
He didn’t know what he was aiming for, but he knew that Krang had a plan.
‘If things go south, I just have to draw my sword.’
More importantly, he had the leeway to draw his sword after waiting until the last possible moment.
In the eyes of the focused Enkrid, a red light could be seen shimmering over Krang’s entire body.
The red light, which arose with a speed as fast as the flying arrow, took form and swirled around Krang.
‘A spell?’
Similar, but different.
It didn’t smell like a spell.
Rather, it smelled of cloth that had been thoroughly dried in the sun on a very clear day.
The red light that erupted from Krang’s body snatched the arrow shot by the assassin.
The light took a form, looking like the foreleg of a beast.
Of course, all of this happened in an instant.
It was only clearly visible to Enkrid, who had exerted his concentration; an ordinary person wouldn’t even have been able to perceive what was happening.
That beast’s foreleg caught the short arrow.
That was the end of it.
The arrow, which was imbued with a poison cloud spell, had its spell nullified and snapped with a click.
The assassin had thrown his whole body in as he shot the arrow.
Would the arrow that was blocked before work now?
He had anticipated that and had drawn a hand-span-long dagger and charged, but the foreleg that had extended from Krang’s body struck the assassin’s head.
Thwack.
His neck bone snapped, and his torso was flung to the side and rolled.
The man with the broken neck became a corpse on the spot.
And so, the last assassin died.
Seeing that, Krang threw off his hood and pulled out his own cloak, which had been hidden inside a large robe.
The red light that had enveloped his body drew a shape behind his back.
Four legs, and a mane that wrapped around its neck like a blazing fire.
The figure stood steadfastly behind Krang, albeit faintly.
It was as if it were claiming that its permission was required to kill this human.
This time, it wasn’t just visible to Enkrid’s eyes.
Now, it would be visible to everyone.
It had revealed itself for that purpose.
The intention was clear.
Wind rose and Krang’s red cloak fluttered.
“Are there still those who are dissatisfied with my rule?”
His appearance drew the gazes of everyone around.
At first, only a few’s eyes widened in surprise, but their reaction spread quickly, like black ink in clear water.
“All of you, listen.”
And then Krang displayed his specialty.
After gathering the gazes of the surprised people, he drove his will into their ears by giving a speech on the market floor, without a single podium.
“All of this must come from my own lack of virtue. I will acknowledge it.”
The content of the short and thick speech was not that important.
Krang, too, was calm instead of putting his heart and soul into it.
From the moment he had spoken as if sucking in the surrounding gazes, his attitude had been consistent.
Calm and serious.
“I will not allow monsters and bandits to run rampant.”
Enkrid didn’t know what Krang was aiming for, but he could clearly tell one thing.
‘He’s showing off.’
Krang’s goal was to show them that beast shining behind his back.
No, not a beast, but a divine beast.
Though it had been for just an instant, the power and speed with which that foreleg had moved were comparable to that of a knight.
‘Assuming it was a light gesture extended to block an arrow.’
The thought of wanting to have a go at it arose.
It was a natural sequence.
When you see a skilled opponent, it doesn’t matter if they are human, giant, frog, or a divine beast.
Krang’s speech ended, short and to the point.
And as he turned around and saw Enkrid, he spoke.
“No. Now I can tell just by the look in your eyes. It only reacts when my life is in danger.”
Krang smiled and shook his head.
It was after a part of the security force, upon hearing of the attack, had formed a perimeter around the king.
The Royal Guard that came from the inner castle created another layer of defense inside the security force’s perimeter.
Krang cut off the interest that had arisen in Enkrid’s eyes with a single stroke.
When it came to astuteness, Krang was as quick as anyone.
“Ah.”
Krang laughed at Enkrid’s disappointed sigh.
This friend of his really didn’t change.
And one had to be at this level to be able to dream such an absurd dream.
Well, it was the same for him.
***
“The Sun Tree?”
Enkrid asked.
“Yeah.”
The voices of the two were not quiet.
They were heard by the Royal Guard surrounding them and the sharp-eared soldiers of the security force.
More importantly, hadn’t he just shown them himself?
From the murmuring of the people gathered in the distance, words like ‘Sun Tree’, ‘guardian tree’, and ‘the king protected by the royal family’s god’ arose.
He might have even planted instigators to spread such words.
“Wasn’t that just a legend?”
The founding story of the three knights and the Sun Tree was nothing more than a tale.
Krang shook his head.
“It isn’t.”
Enkrid blinked once.
Krang intended to resolve all of his friend’s questions.
“Only those who have inherited the royal blood have the qualification, and under that qualification, it is a protection that can be obtained if one receives the power of the divine beast and does not die.”
The tattoo was the proof that the Sun Tree resided in him.
“You could have died in the process?”
It was a power that couldn’t be compared to something that was just given because you wanted it.
Among artifacts, there were items that gave power in exchange for a person’s life force.
A few magicians with foul hobbies had created such spell objects.
Then did the guardian tattoo, where the power of the divine beast resides on the skin and protects you, not have a price?
That was unlikely.
“Those with a weak will, those who desire power for their own gain… well, according to the royal family’s legend, those guys die, but from what I can see, it seems to be just a matter of enduring nightmares for about three days.”
As they say, a man will put on a brave face even if he is about to die.
In reality, it couldn’t have been just a matter of enduring.
But there was no need to ask in detail.
He would probably tell him if he asked, even if it was a royal secret, but he wasn’t curious.
“The first button has now been fastened. Ah, this means this is not the end.”
Revealing that he was protected by the Sun Tree was just the beginning.
Enkrid didn’t ask any more about this either.
He figured Krang would tell him on his own.
Whatever it was, Krang’s eyes were still shining.
Though the types were different, Krang must have also faced the hardships that Enkrid had faced until now.
Even now, having overcome all of that, his gaze had not changed.
For Enkrid, all his questions were resolved with that.
However, one thing.
“Really no?”
“Ah, I said no.”
The sparring match with the Sun Tree was just a little disappointing.
***
“It’s a stratagem to sow discord.”
Krais, whom he hadn’t seen in a long time, said, and Marcus nodded.
“That’s right.”
Igan, the act of driving a wedge between people.
By revealing that the Sun Tree protected him, Krang had gained the nickname ‘Sun King’, but the reality of the assassination attempt remained.
“Another rebellion?”
“I heard the queen has returned?”
“No, the queen’s child is growing up somewhere, and it’s a scheme by the local clans who are pushing him forward.”
All sorts of rumors were circulating together.
All of this reached the ears of Enkrid, who was spending all day playing in the training grounds.
A few of the commanders who spent time with him in the training grounds also heard the rumors, but their reactions were solid.
“His Majesty will take care of it. If we are needed, he will call for us then.”
Trust and faith.
These were the things Krang had built up with them over time.
Some nobles may have been shaken, but the shield of the royal family in the training grounds showed not the slightest waver.
Enkrid took a sip of Marcus’s hobby, expensive tea.
He had heard that if you pick tea leaves that grow only in a specific region and ferment them for a long time, a unique aroma is created.
He had heard it a little while ago, but it had gone in one ear and out the other, so he didn’t remember exactly.
The tea tasted astringent, but also had a subtle sweetness and umami, and the aroma was as clear as flower petals floating on clear water.
It was not a bad tea.
While he was drinking the tea, Krais continued to speak in a calm tone.
“The nobility doesn’t have the capacity for that. Even if they did, why would they aim for the throne? The queen? The queen’s child? There’s no such thing. It’s just a groundless rumor. And even if there were, for the nobility to do something like this now is an act that would only result in immense losses. There’s no gain. And the nobles I know are not people who move without gain.”
Those who are responsible for and lead a house have a duty to feed their family.
Andrew, too, had said something similar at one point.
That a sense of responsibility is born on its own.
“And a rebellion? Against the current royal authority? Why?”
Thump.
Krais struck the table with his fist.
Even with the light gesture that didn’t shake the teacups, Marcus’s brow narrowed slightly.
“Be careful.”
It meant he couldn’t stand to see the precious teacups and tea leaves fall to the floor.
It was the same logic as a wine lover spilling a fifty-year-old vintage on the floor.
Krais apologized with his eyes and continued.
“By opening the trade routes, it has become a better time to live than ever before. Has the nobility’s slice of bread gotten smaller because of that? Not at all.”
Enkrid looked at Marcus’s office.
It had more decorations than before.
The furnishings had also increased.
To be precise, they seemed to be for storing tea leaves and teacups.
Though they were luxury items, this would still be considered on the frugal side.
Since the Naurillia of today was wealthier than ever before.
“Furthermore, by securing the capital’s safety and creating safe roads in the surrounding area, he has suppressed even the attacks of bandits, monsters, and beasts. It is an achievement accomplished for the first time among all successive royal authorities.”
The majority of that achievement was thanks to Enkrid.
Marcus’s gaze swept over him once.
The man with black hair and blue eyes nodded his head without much thought.
He’s not interested.
Marcus took in his state at a glance.
He was right.
Enkrid was only half-listening, recalling the words Krang had spoken.
Hadn’t he said that half of the things Krang implemented had come from the head of the big-eyed man before him?
‘And some of that was probably Abnaier’s opinion.’
If one were to look for the most excited person in the Border Guard recently, it would be Abnaier.
He had launched various businesses and plans in the Border Guard that he couldn’t in Aspen.
It was said that Aspen was also changing due to his influence.
And he had said that was quite satisfying.
Regardless of Enkrid’s reaction, Krais’ steadfastly continued his words.
“If it were me, I wouldn’t have created this kind of problem in the first place.”
Marcus asked.
“Then, what?”
“Making the nobles endlessly check, be wary of, and fight each other.”
They were frank words, but their content was as sharp and bloody as clashing blades.
If the nobles fight among themselves, there is no room for talk of checking the king.
The reason baseless rumors were circulating was because life was too peaceful, so he would make it so that such thoughts wouldn’t arise.
How?
By using the factions among the nobility to make them fight each other.
Should it be called a way of preventing a large war with small fights?
However, that was not what Krang wanted.
Krais had said it, knowing that.
Who would say anything if a few hovels where the poor lived were burned down to make way for a road for carriages?
The poor have no power, so they cannot speak.
The nobles who start businesses through the carriages gain profit, so they just press their tongues to the roof of their mouths and keep quiet.
Normally, one shouldn’t even blink an eye at setting fire to those hovels, but Krang did not do so.
The path he walks is an arduous and difficult one.
Therefore, it is the royal road.
That is the path Krang desires.
‘Dreams, hope.’
In an age where such things are useless, those who chase after them must be fools.
Therefore, Krang is a fool.
‘And so am I.’
Enkrid, too, knew that what he desired was absurd.
He knew, and yet he just moved forward.
And little by little, the world is changing.
The Krais before him was the proof of that.
The man who would have nitpicked before, saying this is wrong and that is wrong, now unreservedly joins and follows Krang’s will, his will.
“So why did you come?”
Enkrid asked.
Krais hadn’t been summoned by him.
He had just shown up.
“I came to punish the ones who dared to mock the Salon.”
Krais’ eyes shone.
That is to say, they shone with hatred for the ones who had used his dream.
The source of the rumors threatening the royal family was the Salon.
Starting from there, it was said that spies from the south were running rampant.
“Spies from the south.”
Before they parted, Krang had said that all of this was the work of Lihin-Stetten in the south.
And those spies had used the Salon to carry out their schemes.
The capital’s Salons had been taken over by the south’s espionage.
Krais was furious about that.
“Killing with hatred.”
The rage-filled advocate of the Salon muttered.
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Chapter 810 – The Spy
If one were to pick the area Naurillia focused on most while dealing with the surrounding bandits and monsters and opening its trade routes, it was public security.
It was to ensure that the city inside was guaranteed as much safety as the monsters and bandits outside had been eliminated.
There was also the calculation that more people would come and go as a result.
To resolve that security issue, they had striven to improve the areas where the poor gathered.
“That’s what’s called the King’s Bread.”
According to Marcus, that was the case.
If extravagance is reduced at the royal table, one hundred of the poor can be saved.
A simple logic.
But those who realize it are truly rare.
Krang had done so.
With the budget for his own dining table, he had given bread to the poor.
At first, he had handed out bread for free once a day.
He had boiled stew and fed them.
He had gathered cheap cloth and had clothes made for them.
After tending to the entire slum district in such a way, Krang had given them work.
Krais spoke as if he also knew of this.
“It wasn’t just a handout. There was a lot of work in the city, you know.”
Starting with the repair of the city walls, new buildings were being erected, and several outposts had to be built on the city’s outskirts.
It meant that many hands were needed.
He had used the poor as laborers for that.
He had given them the opportunity to work.
For those incapable of physical labor, he had them hold at least a cooking ladle, and the young children were taught and protected by creating an educational institution attached to the kingdom.
In paying for the work and in receiving and sorting the children at the institution, they had naturally paid close attention to record-keeping.
In other words, all of this work, whether intended or not, had gone beyond reducing the number of poor and had become a pretext for controlling them.
It was something that would change the atmosphere of the slum district even at a glance.
Krang had boldly emptied the royal family’s hoarded wealth, and this was to the benefit of the city’s citizens, the visiting merchants, and the poor alike.
Because of this, the majority of the groups that had been scheming through the slum district had to tuck their tails and run.
It meant that the weeds—the spies and the feelers of information guilds planted by the northern Empire, the southern great nation, and here and there—had all died off on their own.
“The guys among the poor who are good with their fists usually end up as pickpockets or robbers, but what happens if the poor population itself decreases? Yes, by managing them, the very creation of bandits or robbers is reduced.”
Enkrid uttered the conclusion of the words that Krais and Marcus had chattered on about.
“So after bringing the thieves’ guilds and the slums under control, the spies, looking for a place to operate, flooded in through the Salons. And they’ve already established themselves in an organized form, so if you try to rip them out with force, you can’t tell where the problem begins and ends, is that it?”
“…As expected, the Captain’s head works fast.”
Krais admired.
“I think this is something anyone could figure out. You already explained it all.”
Enkrid replied as if it were nothing.
“No. It’s not.”
Krais shook his head once and drank his tea, and Marcus brought out the real topic.
“So, about that.”
He showed a moment of choosing his words.
He also looked troubled, scratching his cheek.
“We need to infiltrate a Salon.”
“…”
Why are you telling me that?
Enkrid said with his eyes.
“Rain divine punishment upon those who have insulted the Salon.”
Krais muttered from the side.
Those who had infiltrated the Salon had used their heads well.
‘They moved in a cell-based structure and grabbed the weaknesses of the officials caught in between, making them distrust each other.’
It was the same method Krais had spoken of, of making the nobles fight each other so they wouldn’t even look at the royal family.
‘Thanks to that, it’s difficult to infiltrate a Salon disguised as a noble.’
It was something Marcus had already attempted dozens of times.
He had heard that even Andrew had tried, but it had ended with catching only a few feelers.
And those who were sent in with a fake identity were caught every time.
‘Sending a few soldiers from the Royal Guard won’t fool them either.’
Enkrid was even worse in this respect.
His face was difficult to hide with a disguise, and the members from the Order of the Madmen Knights were all overflowing with individuality.
In terms of swordsmanship, their opponent was clad head-to-toe in a shield and armor.
One might think they could just cut through the shield and all, but.
‘You have to cut only what’s inside, not the shield.’
That was why it was such a headache, they had said.
Fake identities were caught every time, and there were very few nobles who were suited for this kind of work.
Marcus had found a gap.
No matter how well-made the armor, it has seams.
With a single sharp blade, it would be possible to pierce the gap between them.
Sip.
Enkrid held the amber liquid in his mouth in one of the largest Salons in Naurillia.
Compared to the Founding Liquor, it was at a level where only a sharp, bitter taste spread.
It probably felt that way more because he had ordered something that wasn’t a high-end product.
It was a moment where the common expression ‘ruined one’s palate’ was fitting.
Enkrid’s appearance stood out anywhere.
If the objective was infiltration, he was not a good choice.
Furthermore.
“Tsk, it tastes good, but it’s a shame.”
Rem was also with him.
The gray-haired barbarian from the west stood out even just walking on the main street of the capital.
And what if an elf, the owner of golden hair, was with them?
“When we go to the city of elves, shall we drink Leaf Liquor, my fiancé?”
She spoke as she always did.
Flaunting her otherworldly beauty, she shone like the light sources scattered throughout the Salon’s interior.
There were many high-class hostesses, but none were as beautiful as her.
Many gazes of admiration, regardless of gender, were upon her.
The damage to her spirit energy from the previous battle had made her face even paler, and she showed a strangely weak appearance, showing off a frail beauty.
If they knew that this elf had shattered one of Beelrog’s crystals with a single kick, their gazes might have been a little different, but to those who didn’t know, it was a peerless beauty showing a frail side.
“I’d like to treat you to a traditional frog liquor, too.”
With a frog joining the elf, they became a party that perfectly captured everyone’s attention.
It was only natural that everyone paid attention the moment they entered the Salon.
Still, they calmly took a seat, ordered drinks, and began their meal.
“It’s not a liquor made from bugs, is it?”
Rem asked.
“You know it well. It is a very special liquor.”
“I am curious about the damn taste.”
Rem was more of a gourmet and a drinker than one might think.
Enkrid, without much thought, swept his gaze around and met the eyes of a man who was half-bald and had a portly belly.
“Hmph.”
The man whose eyes had met his let out a dry cough and looked away.
The man headed straight for the bar and struck up a conversation with a woman sitting alone.
As he watched that scene, the woman covered her mouth with a fan and laughed, and the man laughed too.
The atmosphere seemed good.
The woman had a slightly large build, but an air of nobility emanated from her appearance.
Thanks to drawing everyone’s attention, Enkrid felt stinging glares.
The emotions contained in the gazes were varied and complex: wariness, curiosity, fear, jealousy, anxiety, admiration.
An ordinary person’s skin might have tingled, but Enkrid didn’t mind.
He had calmly ignored even the looks of disdain he had received whenever he had discussed dreams like:
“A knight is your dream?”
“You’ll get rid of the Demon Realm?”
At least among the gazes on him now, there was no disdain, was there?
If one were to pick the greatest emotion among them, it would be fear.
Of course, Enkrid didn’t think that deeply.
Even inside the Salon, he was the same as when he was in the training grounds.
That is to say, he was lost in thought about swordsmanship.
‘Can I cut only what’s inside, passing through the shield and armor?’
Is that possible?
His thoughts, which had been on various stories, had ended up on the topic of his own swordsmanship.
Of course, it was impossible.
But.
‘Among the techniques Audin uses, there is something called Holy Infiltration.’
To be more precise, one of the techniques that the martial arts monks called Monks learn when they reach a certain level was ‘Holy Infiltration,’ which ignores the opponent’s ironclad armor and strikes the inside.
Enkrid had the experience of blocking the Holy Infiltration of the Grand Master of the Order of Cultists Annihilation before.
‘If I were to imitate that infiltration?’
Suddenly, one of the techniques of the Valen-style mercenary swordplay came to mind.
‘Striking as if slashing.’
A technique where you pretend to slash with the blade but then twist your wrist and strike with the flat of the sword.
It was also a technique that would ruin your wrist tendons if you tried it without training your forearms and wrists.
It was something he had thought from the first time he learned it, but the Valen-style mercenary swordsmanship was a sword style that was incredibly faithful to the basics.
That basic principle was that if it was difficult to deal with an opponent by slashing or piercing, then you should hit them.
Because a strike delivers an impact internally.
His thoughts continued one after another.
‘Even when cutting down the giant in my dream.’
On the surface, it looked as if he was cutting with strength and skill.
‘It wasn’t.’
The blond man who had been a part of the Ferryman had utilized Indules every time he swung his weapon.
However, it wasn’t a simple thing.
“You’re quick-witted.”
It was as if he had heard the Ferryman’s phantom voice.
‘One can stack will onto Indules.’
It was an epiphany that had come to him in an unexpected place at an unexpected time.
Beelrog’s blows had been heavier than his.
Faster, fiercer, and tougher.
Of course, there were complex reasons mixed in, but it must have also been influenced by the way he used his Will.
‘The Demonic Realm.’
He had learned after fighting Beelrog.
To kill demons and erase the Demonic Realm, he had to go further.
The knight who discusses the end of war and the end of the era.
Enkrid’s dream was still the same.
It hadn’t ended just because he became a knight.
Clink.
Hearing the sound of ice meeting a glass, he lifted his head and saw a man wearing a purple velvet coat, a thick-collared pure white shirt, and tight-fitting trousers, holding a cane.
Everyone, including Rem, knew that a long, thin piece of metal was hidden inside that cane.
A self-defense weapon called a sword-stick.
Since one couldn’t openly carry a longsword inside a Salon, several such hidden blades could be seen.
Though the Salon guards search you when you enter, those who intend to hide one and enter will do so.
Still, there were no idiots here who would cause an incident that would easily draw blood.
Because to enter a Salon, you had to prove your own reputation to some extent.
Enkrid and the band of mad knights were an exception, though.
The guards had no power to stop them.
No, there was no lunatic anywhere in the city who would block the path of a knight.
In any case, it meant that self-defense weapons like a sword-stick were not this man’s exclusive property.
And the weapon wasn’t the problem; Enkrid and Rem were individuals with the martial prowess to beat everyone present in this place to death with their bare hands.
That was probably why.
Some nobles were intimidated just by looking at Rem.
Rem, as if enjoying it, showed a side of himself he usually didn’t, tearing into a steamed duck leg with his bare hands.
Rem, who could show dining etiquette on par with a noble if necessary, was acting like that.
It was certainly a bad hobby.
The majority of the fear was likely thanks to this gray-haired western barbarian.
From an outsider’s perspective, Enkrid was a person with a similar level of boldness as Rem.
The Monster Slaughterer.
Wasn’t he the man who had come after lightly trampling on the charging monsters, beasts, and colonies?
Even among the mercenaries who had followed as escorts, none had dared to challenge him.
For that, Enkrid’s fame was too great.
The gazes of admiration were mostly from swordsmen.
Among them, those who were obsessed with swordsmanship also had the desire to strike up a conversation and learn something.
Of course, because of the existence of Rem, no one had dared to try.
“What?”
Rem offered a friendly greeting to the man who had approached.
Since he hadn’t immediately thrown a punch, it was plenty friendly, but the one on the receiving end swallowed hard.
“We came to offer a bottle of liquor as a gift of gratitude for your precious visit, O Friend of the King.”
The man chose from Enkrid’s nicknames.
From Ender of the Civil War, Demon Slayer, Monster Slaughterer, Demonic Knight, and Heartbreaker, he had taken out the most innocuous title.
The man was the owner of the Salon.
With his words, he gestured, and a servant from behind brought a bottle of liquor and placed it down.
The inside of the Salon was generally dark, but magic lamps made to imitate spell objects illuminated various places.
Seeing as there was almost no scent of a real spell, it was probably an item touched by a clumsy spellcaster.
Well, even that would have a hefty price tag, but there were over sixteen of those magic lamps.
That alone proved that a considerable amount of Krona had gone into this place.
The plastered walls visible here and there were to make the atmosphere look like ancient ruins.
The sofas were comfortable, and the mood was dreamlike.
Men and women could be seen puffing white smoke here and there.
The young ones were servants, handmaidens, or hostesses, and it was a place where people of a generally older age group gathered.
There were a total of three famous Salons in the capital, and this place, one of them, was named the Calderan Ruins, after the ruins where an ancient war had broken out.
Rem received the bottle, opened it, put his nose to it, and savored the aroma.
Though not as good as a beastman’s, his nose was sensitive.
Enkrid suddenly became curious about news of Dunbakel.
Since there was no news of her death, she was probably doing well.
“Hm.”
Rem did not curse.
It seemed the aroma was not bad.
He poured a glass and tossed it back.
“You drinking?”
He then asked, glancing at Enkrid.
Seeing as he asked before even judging the taste, it seemed to be a considerable high-end product.
Enkrid had little interest in liquor, so he shook his head.
Shinar did not drink because she was unwell, and Luagarne also looked away.
Rem grinned.
Then he poured and drank glass after glass.
The owner of the purple velvet coat, seeing that, let out a sigh of relief.
As did the tense escorts and servants behind him.
Enkrid knew exactly why he was here.
He was faithful to that role.
“I heard there are spies from the south here. Is that you?”
So he asked.
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