“Dammit! A high priest of the Holy Empire gave their blessing to a member of the Dark Clan and a monster? Are they mad?” Baron Lusa shouted angrily while returning to his territory. Unlike when he was with the leaders of Moyna, he was only accompanied by a small number of nobles he was pretty close with, so he abandoned his fake demeanor.

“What if Sir Buildemain lied? Buildemain is a knight of Duke Viseche. Moreover, wasn’t he a part of the delegation along with Sir Palo? He brought the King of Maren back to our land. Protecting the King of Maren would be protecting Sir Palo, and the Duke of Viseche as well. So, maybe…”

“Sir Buildemain is a highly reputable knight. He isn’t a shallow man who would try to trick us with trivial lies. Besides, he’s not a fool. Why would he lie if the truth will be revealed sooner or later, anyway?”

The man who spoke first shut his mouth with a reddened face at the response of another noble.

“Now, now. In any case, it will be impossible to call out the King of Maren regarding his faith since he has received a blessing from the Holy Empire’s High Priest. Does anyone have any other ideas?” Baron Lusa asked.

“…” Unfortunately, only silence greeted him.

The baron couldn’t hide his disappointment as he clicked his tongue. “Tsk! I wonder what His Highness Voltaire will have to say about this.”

“Well… Now that...