“Sir Palo,” Lord Bemos called out.

“Ah, Sir Bemos. You’re still awake?” Baron Palo responded with a smile. He had been deep in thought while gazing at a campfire. Lord Bemos had come out of his tent without any guards or servants.

“Wouldn’t it be strange if I could easily fall asleep? I can’t do such a thing when guests had to enter a dungeon to save my territory from a crisis,” Lord Bemos said.

“Well, that’s true. Here, please have a seat,” Baron Palo said.

“Yes, then please excuse me,” Lord Bemos responded. Baron Palo felt rather favorable toward Lord Bemos, who was one of the few lords with unyielding loyalty to the Dukedom of Viseche. In fact, if that monster uprising had started elsewhere—such as Baron Lusa’s territory—Baron Palo didn’t think that he would have signed a contract with the King of Maren.

“Please don’t worry too much. His Majesty the King is truly an unparalleled knight. I could only walk the path of the sword for a short while, but in my humble opinion, knights capable of facing off His Highness could only be counted on one hand,” Baron Palo said.

“Oh…”

“In addition, he is an honorable man who always keeps his word. There is a good reason why the nobles of the other kingdoms followed His Majesty all this way after heading to Maren as delegations for their nations,” Baron Palo continued.

Lord Bemos responded, “It certainly...