âIf you said you wanted to die, I was willing to kill you immediately.â
Caitel thought that, but unfortunately Ferdel steps back. He kindly couldâve killed him the way he wanted.
Caitel covered the papers.
âWhat do you want.â
Not many people came to his office.
His daughter comes the most; Ferdel, who comes to report; and Count Cescullo, who comes to visit him sometimes; and only that much.
In fact, if one didnât want to be caught and killed by an emperor who might flee at a wrong number of times, most aristocrats wouldnât even come here. Ferdel, who came and went in and out of such an office frequently, was a peculiar species in a way, but for some reason, it did not seem like he came today for nothing.
Nor for reporting something.
âOh, actually, Iâm not here for Zilare.â
Of course.
Satisfied with the fact that his hunch was not wrong, Caitel stood up. The butler organized all the documents and helped him with his job. Ferdel leaned on the desk and continued.
âActually, thereâs going to be a meeting soon. Thatâs why Iâm here.â
âMeeting? Thereâs nothing planned for today.â
Caitel looked at his butler for a schedule he had never heard of. It seemed like the butler didnât know about this too. Ferdel interrupted in the middle and gave an additional explanation of the situation.
âItâs an emergency.â
It was a rare occurrence. Naturally, Caitelâs expression hardened.
âFor what?â
The low voice that questioning about the situation made Ferdel sweat. Seeing the face that clearly shows a fake smile, Caitel decided to listen to what he was talking about.
Ferdel was asking if he knew that Caitelâs quite fierce.
âWellâ¦so, you canât get mad. Alright?â
ââ¦â
âSo you mean itâs something Iâll get mad about.â
He felt stressed. Sensing Caitelâs low mood, Ferdel sighed for a moment.
âThere was a small revolt in the old city, Celtinun. So, the lord from there has requested help and wants the royal knights to subdue the revoltâ¦â
âAnd?â
Ferdel said it was a small riot, but itâs not small if a lord has to request help from the royal knights in the first place. Ferdel slipped his head to the sharply inquiring voice.
âSo the thing isâ¦â
âIâm not out of patience yet.â
It is likely to run out soon, but not yet. As he patiently waits for Ferdelâs next word, he is wary. That made Caitelâs mood lower.