Chapter 269
Margrave’s Bastard Son was The Emperor
The corridor connecting the arena to the entrance was a place where those who had lost everything lingered, unable to leave. Those who could barely stand due to alcohol, drugs, and their bleak reality created a quiet commotion, crying and laughing.
At the dead end of the corridor, the combination of a menacing, large man and a blonde boy was clearly out of place to anyone who saw them, but no one paid attention. Right now, they were overwhelmed just dealing with their own misfortunes that were rising to their throats.
âWould you like one?â
When Timothy offered a cigarette, Ian politely declined. Strangely, an unexpectedly comfortable silence followed. Was it because of the situation where they knew each other? Tsssk, the lighterâs flame briefly illuminated his face before fading out.
Until the smoke from one puff dispersed, the two gauged the ânowâ in silence rather than exchanging information verbally.
âHe called me Timothy. It means he was aware of my identity. Did he happen to see me and follow? What an incredible coincidence.â
When the Kingdom of Burgos sent a delegation, Timothy usually took charge as the representative. So naturally, there would be quite a few people in the Bariel Imperial Palace who knew him.
But it was surprising that the young Minister of Magic, who had been frantically cleaning up the palace right after his appointment, recognized him at a glance.
âI canât deny it.â
They were both already certain of each otherâs identities. Nothing could be more ridiculous than pretending not to know at this point. He cleared his throat and began his opening.
âIâm a bit surprised. I never expected to meet you in a place like this.â
âThe feeling is mutual. I doubt the Burgos Kingdomâs delegation came early to congratulate His Highness on his appointment ceremony.â
Ian smiled brightly as he preemptively struck. Although rumors were rampant that he would become the heir, official invitations hadnât been sent out yet, so it was a warning not to make hasty excuses.
Timothy pondered for a moment, then decided to start with proper introductions. It would be better if this unofficial meeting was remembered as an official one within that context.
âLet me introduce myself formally. I am Timothy Ovia, from the diplomatic delegation of the Kingdom of Burgos.â
âIan Hielo, Minister of the Ministry of Magic of the Bariel Imperial Palace.â
âDid you come here after recognizing me?â
âYes. I donât know about Delegate Timothy, but I donât have this kind of hobby.â
Timothy was about to add that he didnât have such hobbies either, but there was no gap. Ian smiled while leaning against the wall, backing away to avoid the smoke.
Ah. Right. Donât be fooled by that young appearance. This is the man who took over the Ministry of Magic and reorganized the Imperial Palace before even coming of age.
âBy the way, itâs truly impressive. Iâve only shown my face in official settings recently, yet you recognized me. I didnât know Burgosâ intelligence was this outstanding. Of course, it must be thanks to Delegate Timothyâs efforts in secretly entering the country.â
Itâs not just magic that got him to that position. His way of speaking is exactly like the old bureaucrats Iâve seen plenty of in Bariel. Isnât he attacking the fact that a delegation representative entered the country illegally and is struggling in a place like this, so of course he would recognize him?
Timothy swallowed with the smoke. This might be a bit more troublesome than he thought.
âI was also unsure at first.â
âIs that so?â
Most people would find it difficult to even make eye contact with him. But Ian surprisingly looked at him straight on.
Moreover, in a situation where it wouldnât be strange to die at any moment, there was not a hint of fear or confusion. He was composed and carefree, as if he had something to rely on. This caught more attention than the commotion caused by that Beric fellow.
ââ¦Especially when his companion called him Ian, that was decisive.â
âI see. Well, itâs nice to meet you.â
âYes. Nice to meet you.â
The two shook hands lightly. They exchanged smiles, but in the darkness, they didnât reach each other meaningfully. Above all, werenât the sources of their emotions different?
For Ian, this was the first time he met someone from a personal connection, not blood-related, after coming to a hundred years ago. Although it was a strange relationship of being his friendâs ancestor.
Living with Naum, he had heard praises and boasts about this man until he was sick of it. This is really fascinating and curious. He was in a good mood, with interest bubbling up unusually.
âSince you introduced yourself as part of the Burgos Kingdomâs delegation, may I ask now? Why are you here?â
On the other hand, Timothyâs smile was a reflexive, public one. Although he hadnât entered the country illegally, his very presence here was a disadvantageous situation.
If Ian were to report him immediately or subdue this place using magic, he too would have to be investigated.
To think that an official delegation from the Kingdom of Burgos would be caught in such a low-class illegal gambling den! It would be problematic to make an issue of it, both in terms of prestige and position.
âEspecially now, Bariel is in a period of power transition, both in the Imperial Palace and among the nobles. Itâs impossible to predict what policies Prince Jin will implement towards neighboring countries. I heard that many central noble leaders have been executed.â
When a country is in turmoil, itâs best to turn its gaze outward. Nothing is more suitable than war. The young prince, with clear reasons for war such as strengthening internal cohesion in the Imperial Palace and securing resources, right?
So, it was natural for Timothy to be tense. Rather than daring to evade the mage, initiating conversation first was also a calculated move.
âFirst, let me say that I entered the country with official permission.â
Swish.
He showed his entry permit from his inner pocket, but Ian just smiled as if uninterested. Pressured to get to the point, setting everything else aside, Timothy finally confessed.
ââ¦Iâm looking for someone.â
From his examination of the iron cages on the ceiling, this was already expected. The question was, who was he looking for that he came all the way to Bariel?
âThe people they deal with are slaves. Illegal slaves at that. Delegate Timothy, youâre saying something quite significant.â
When Ian spoke mischievously, half of Timothyâs cigarette burned away at once. He had inhaled sharply in surprise.
âNo. No. Of course not. There are slave markets in Burgos too. Iâ¦â
He hesitated for a moment, but realizing there was no turning back, he said:
âIâm looking for a gypsy.â
Burgos was the one most vividly witnessing the conflicts among the countries in the northwest where Astana was located. Burgos, located to the west, was closer than Bariel.
Ian raised his eyebrows as if greatly surprised. It didnât seem like he was lying, but the content was truly nonsensical.
âYou came all this way to find one gypsy?â
Due to refugees and immigrants from conflict areas, a new era had dawned in the Kingdom of Burgos as well. With the influx of gypsies, sorcerers, and others who had deviated from the power of magic, it triggered changes in new social culture.
In particular, their king actively sought to employ those related to âprophecyâ. After all, the future was something as eternally unattainable as the truth of the universe.
âItâs a gypsy with a deep story. Tracking that person led me here. Iâve traveled through quite a few countries in the past few months. The most recent information I heard was that they were spotted in this vicinity, and given their condition and the presence of such a trading placeâ¦â
In places with established systems like Bariel, it wouldnât matter much, but smaller countries would have easily adjusted entry and exit procedures, trusting Timothyâs diplomatic credentials.
âYou must have been traveling for a long time.â
âWith Bariel as the last stop, I will return now. As you mentioned, the heir appointment ceremony for the 5th Prince is soon.â
Timothy stubbed out his cigarette, which was now barely left, and blew out the remaining smoke with a âhooâ. His gaze passed over Ianâs shoulder. An employee was approaching.
âSir. Weâve asked around the area, and they say the person doesnât have a scar on their cheek. Their limbs are also intact.â
âAre you sure?â
âYes, yes. Other than that, the appearance is similar to what you described. Shall I arrange a connection for you? Just to note, since itâs not our merchandise, youâll have to pay the commission twice.â
Timothy shook his head.
âNo. Thatâs fine.â
He tried to conclude the transaction by flicking a coin as a tip. However, even after receiving the money, the employee didnât leave, so Timothy and Ian looked at him quizzically.
âAh, um⦠Are you acquainted with this person?â
âWhy do you ask?â
The employee gestured towards Ian with his eyes. Rumors had already spread among the staff. A rich sucker had come in, so they were preparing to fleece him of everything, down to the skin of his belly, once the game was over.
They wouldnât know. Who Ian really was, that he had never been called a sucker in his life, and never would be.
âWe have some business. If youâre not acquainted, you should leave first, sir.â
For various reasons, it would be awkward if Timothy was with him. He clearly had an impressive aura, and what if he helped Ian? Theyâd have to bring in staff from the neighboring building too.
Timothy, who had roughly figured out the situation, snorted softly.
âWe are acquainted.â
âPardon?â
âIf youâre done with your business, why donât you leave?â
Timothy waved his hand dismissively, telling him to get lost. They were acquainted, alright. They had just become acquainted.
âAlright thenâ¦â
The employee shuffled away with reluctant steps. This was Timothyâs courtesy and consideration, even though he knew the mage would have no trouble. He checked his pocket watch and asked:
âWe should probably leave here first. More crazies come out at night.â
âAh. Iâd like to, but I left something in the iron cage.â
He wasnât worried. It was just annoying to think about the lamentations and whining Beric would pour out to him when he returned later.
Timothy hesitated for a moment as he realized Bericâs existence. Ian was a power player in the Imperial Palace, Timothy a dispatched delegate. With the power relationship firmly established, their actions were also set.
âIâll try to negotiate. The one gold coin you were about to pay earlier is actually an excessive price, so it should be easily handled.â
âOh. That would be much appreciated.â
Ian responded glibly, as if he hadnât expected such a favor. Even though he knew.
âThen I should return the favor. Before you leave the capital, come see me. Iâll treat you to some tea.â
ââ¦Yes. Thank you.â
Timothy clicked his tongue inwardly. He said heâd treat him to tea, but what was the meaning behind it? He would officially acknowledge his visit to the capital, semi-forcibly share the results of the tracking, and unilaterally send a message to the King of Burgos.
Whether aware of his concerns or not, Ian smiled plainly and headed towards the arena.
They would have probably continued walking like that. If it werenât for the sound of dozens of footsteps coming down the stairs.
Creak.
Tap tap tap!
Ian and Timothy turned around simultaneously. The employee who had gone to fetch his errand fee had returned with his colleagues. All were fully armed.
âAre those the ones?â
âYeah. The blonde one won at least thirty gold coins in chips alone, and that big guy said heâd pay five times the price for an old slave. If we fleece their pockets, we wonât have to work for a while.â
âWho are these people to have so much money?â
âBrother. Honestly, weâll pretend we donât know about you. But that blonde one is friends with the guy who turned our place upside down, so we canât let him go. Just leave your money pouch and go.â
The man standing at the front giggled as he swung his sword. Footsteps continued to be heard. It seemed all the collaborators from nearby had gathered. For the imposing Timothy.
âWhat will you do, Sir Timothy? Theyâre telling us to leave our pouches and go.â
When Ian asked casually, Timothy rolled up his sleeves. Is that even a question? If Ian gets hurt even a little here, who knows how it will boomerang back to Burgos.
In the worst case, false rumors could spread that Timothy instigated harm to Ian. It might seem far-fetched, but in the world they lived in, such slander was truly commonplace.
âYou know my answer. If Ian dies or gets hurt here, it would be troublesome for me.â
Ian looked at him as he stepped back.
âActually, the same goes for me.â
If Timothy dies or gets hurt here, it would be truly troublesome.
Because Naum might disappear in the future.
At Ianâs murmur, Timothy hesitated for a moment, and the man standing close by threw his sword blade like a spear.
Whoosh!
Zing! Ziing!
Thwack!
As Ian activated his magic, Timothy deflected the blade with his armored forearm.