Chapter 91: Was That Today? (1)
Hubertâs trembling voice, filled with disbelief, asked again.
âR-Really? Youâre saying youâve become a lord... for real?â
âYes. Through this war, Ferdium has taken over Digald County, and in recognition of that, I was granted Baron Fenrisâ land as a fief. By combining three baronies, it now amounts to nearly half the size of a county.â
âHah, to think youâre a lord now...â
Being a Tower Master meant that a baronâs rank was hardly impressive. However, if someone had gained both land and title, becoming a noble, one was naturally obliged to show proper respect.
But it felt a bit awkward to suddenly start being polite to someone with whom heâd been informal all along.
Had they met when the title was already in place, it would be different. But now, trying to show deference felt absurd.
âAhem, well, in any case, congratulations.â
Although taken aback, Hubert reminded himself that a Tower Master was treated on par with a count, so he didnât feel particularly diminished. He decided to continue acting as he always did.
But Ghislain wasnât the type to let such things slide unnoticed.
He crossed his legs and leaned back in his chair, putting on a smug expression.
âAlthough Iâve become a lord, you may treat me as you have before. Iâm not some high-ranking noble like a count, and Iâm still young, arenât I? So, until then, feel free to continue as you always have.â
It sounded as though he was warning Hubert that he wouldnât tolerate it if he continued acting like that once Ghislain became a count.
Hubert, pursing his lips, replied with a smile.
âSure, letâs keep things casual. Just like before.â
He could only hope that Ghislainâs title would stop at baron and go no further.
âAnyway, it seems weâve truly ended up in the same boat. Letâs work well together from here on.â
âYouâve made a wise choice. You wonât regret the decision youâve made today.â
Ghislain extended his hand, and they shook hands.
While they might get caught up in a war, the Crimson Flame Tower didnât really have any other options left.
Instead of withering away, it didnât seem like a bad idea to take a gamble on this young man.
Even though everything Ghislain said couldnât be taken at face value, hadnât he still won the war with a bold strategy?
Though he still fumed at the thought of that precious runestone being detonated, the mere fact that Ghislain had thought of such a plan was impressive in itself.
Having secured what he wanted, Ghislain wasted no time standing up from his seat.
âIâll take my leave then. Do contact me once the preparations are complete.â
âUnderstood. Weâll get ready at once. Take care on your way.â
As Ghislain left the tower, a strange smile spread across his face.
âThey may think itâs a gamble, but this is the only way to save the Crimson Flame Tower.â
In his previous life, the Crimson Flame Tower had collapsed, falling victim to the schemes of the Scarlet Tower.
In the end, it was almost as if the Delfine Duchy had destroyed the Crimson Flame Tower themselves. After all, the one who had nurtured Delmud, the Master of the Scarlet Tower, was none other than the Delfine Duchy.
* * *
As soon as Ghislain returned to Ferdium, he quickly packed his things and gathered all of his people without exception. This included Vanessa, who had recovered to some extent, and the other wizards.
Ghislain looked around at everyone and spoke swiftly.
âGillian, take the people and head to Fenris first. Leave the management of the estate to the current administrator, and make sure to focus on security along with Kaor.â
Those who had expected to depart for Fenris Estate now were puzzled by the unexpected orders.
âYoung Master... no, my Lord, arenât you coming with us?â
âNo, I have somewhere else I need to stop by. Iâll just take a few mercenaries with me as an escort.â
âWhere are you going this time? Are you abandoning the estate entirely?â
âThereâs something essential I need to do to manage the estate properly. I need to handle this first.â
âWhere are you headed?â
âTo Austern, in the Kingdom of Seiron.â
Seiron was a kingdom located to the west of Ritania. All he had to do was cross the southwestern border, skirting the long mountain range that extended down from Digald. It wasnât far.
However, Austern wasnât some borderland.
In fact, it was much closer to Seironâs capital.
Belinda, arms crossed, stared intently at Ghislain, puzzled by his sudden statement. He wasnât heading to the estate, but to a foreign country now? She had no idea what he was thinking.
Then, something seemed to dawn on Belinda, and she exclaimed briefly.
âAh, Austern is famous for its gambling, right? Donât tell me youâre going there to gamble? You used to enjoy gambling a lot back in the day.â
At the mention of gambling, the mercenaries perked up, their bodies stirring with excitement. Meanwhile, Alfoi and the wizards clicked their tongues in disdain.
Ghislain laughed and shook his head.
âNo, Iâm going to bring someone back with me.â
âWho?â
âSomeone to oversee the estateâs administration. Thereâs a brilliant fellow I know.â
âYouâre entrusting the estateâs management to someone from outside? You know someone there?â
âYeah, someone I know very well.â
But this time, I could resolve the issue before Claude got hurt.
* * *
After several days of travel, as soon as we arrived in Austern, I sought out the largest gambling house there.
The rest of the group, by now used to my tendency to act first without much explanation, followed silently.
[Kraken Game Hall]
A large octopus sign blinked brightly above the entrance.
Just by looking at the expensive magic lights adorning the sign, it was clear how much money this gambling house was raking in.
This was the heart of Austern, the gambling city.
Belinda and the mercenaries looked around in awe. The area surrounding the lavish gambling house was lined with bustling taverns.
âYoung Master! This place is amazing! It looks like the perfect place to have fun!â
Even Gordon, who had tagged along after hearing it was a gambling city, rubbed his hands together with a grin.
âHaha, just seeing the gambling house makes my blood boil. Shall I show off my skills for the first time in a while?â
I shook my head and said, âDonât bother. You wonât stand a chance here with average skills. Theyâre all swindlers.â
âHow do you know that, Young Master? Have you been here before?â
âWell, I came here once in the past.â
âYouâve always stayed in the territory. When did you even come here?â
âI have. A long time ago.â
I had also come here in my past life to resolve Claudeâs problem.
I couldnât restore his already lost hand, but I had at least wanted to eliminate the cause.
While I was here, I decided to enjoy some gambling as a way to relax...
That day, the Kraken Gambling House was destroyed.
The Seven Strongest of the Continentâwho could dare protest after getting scammed by the King of Mercenaries and ending up completely crushed?
Even the Kingdom of Seiron had no choice but to let it slide.
Ghislain smiled as he recalled the fond memory.
âWell then, letâs go find that guy.â
Belinda nodded and asked, âDo you know what he looks like? Last time, we had to search forever for Uncle Gillian because we didnât know his face.â
âJust wait over there. Heâs probably inside even now.â
In his past life, Claude practically lived at the Kraken Game Hall.
When he ran out of money, heâd earn some petty cash by ghostwriting or teaching, only to lose it again as soon as he went back to gambling. It was a vicious cycle.
Heâd said he lived there until the day he joined the mercenary corps, so if they waited around, he would eventually show up.
Ghislain and his group entered the game hall.
Something about the atmosphere felt off.
People were murmuring here and there, while others were tidying up the place.
âHmm, did a fight break out or something?â
As Ghislain muttered to himself, a man who seemed to be a staff member approached and gave a slight bow in greeting.
âWelcome. May I guide you to a seat? Would you prefer the VIP room?â
The staffer must have assumed Ghislain was a noble, judging from his attire and the people escorting him.
He had sharp eyes, fitting for someone working at a gambling den.
Ghislain glanced around and shook his head.
âThe mood here seems off. Did something happen?â
âItâs nothing serious. Just a small commotion. It happens all the time at a place like this.â
âWell, thatâs true.â
It wouldâve been stranger if there werenât any fights in a place fueled by money.
Just as Ghislain was about to let it slide, he overheard some people at a nearby table whispering.
âThat bastard Claude, I always knew heâd end up like this.â
âThink theyâll take one of his hands?â
âOf course. He messed with the wrong person. Youâve gotta give it to him for having guts though. Haha!â
âStill, Claude wasnât the type to pull cheap tricks. The guyâs educated, after all.â
âHey, who knows whatâs going on in someoneâs head? Even if youâre educated, once you get hooked on gambling, thatâs how it goes.â
Hearing the same name they were looking for, Ghislainâs face hardened. He turned to the staffer and asked, âThe person who caused the trouble... Is his name Claude? Looks sharp, but his eyes are like dead fish.â
The staff member replied with a hesitant expression, âYes, thatâs him. Do you know him?â
âWhat kind of trouble did he cause?â
âHe tried to pull a fast one on the leader of a notorious local gang and got caught. They just dragged him off.â
âBy any chance... that leaderâs name wouldnât happen to be?â
âThey call him Crank.â
As soon as he heard the name, Ghislain muttered in disbelief, âSo it was today?â