The Returnee Noble Lady Attacks His Majesty the Dragon Emperor

elped me said they couldn’t prove it, but they claimed that the security of the naval port on that day was too lax.
He said that the aristocratic members were absent and only commoners were stationed that day… those bandits, they invaded, dressed as the Northern Division.
I suspect someone was leading them.
Other than that, after the invasion, the rest of the bandits were missing… I’m sure my Father let them escape… In some form, my Father is involved, I’m sure of it.”

“…where could those who’ve helped you be now?”

“They told me they would surely be killed if found, thus, they escaped.
They only sent me to this castle and told me to tell you this.
I was also told against telling you that they helped me.
When I tried to figure out who they are exactly from my Father, I discovered that none from his private army knew about them.”

“That’s only to be expected.
They would be caught if were revealed they knew something about the incident.”

After a nod, Sufia laughed powerlessly.

“I… that day, my Father told me to go to the cathedral in the naval port… then, I immediately got caught up in that incident… and when I returned, rather than relieved, my Father was in disbelief.
His face told me everything, ‘how could she still be alive?’…”

“…That’s…”

‘She should’ve died.’ That was probably what crossed inside Marquis Veil’s mind that day.

Especially because he couldn’t exactly kill Sufia before the crowd after that incident.
It would be terribly suspicious if his survivor of a daughter suddenly died.

Therefore, Marquis Veil decided that Sufia had to be ‘bedridden’ and locked up after that incident.

“…My Father keeps asking me—‘did you see something? Or perhaps, did you hear anything?’ I kept telling him that I want to speak to Your Majesty, but instead, I got locked up under heavy surveillance…”

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“Did you escape?”

“I, it will be fine! No one has realized I’m missing, yet! They were busy with preparing the feast!”

Hadith sighed, hearing how reckless she was.

However, with this, his suspicion was proven true.

“Thank you.
I have to commend you for your courage.
…Leave it to me.
After this, whatever your Father says, just listen and nod to it.”

“A, alright…”

“I’ll teleport you back.
I hope you won’t be too disturbed by this, after all, you just go out of bed.”

“I understand.
Umm, the two that have helped me…”

“Do you have any clues as to their whereabouts?”

“No, but they said they would flee the kingdom…”

“Well then, they might still be in here.
Find them, and give them my thanks.”

Sufia nodded in relief.

Once he closed his eyes and opened them again, Sufia had disappeared.

Hadith thought while looking at the traces of his own magic.

Should I give them some commemoration for saving Sufia?

But first, he had to purge his surroundings.

He recalled Sufia saying something about them being commoners, however, that was also the extent of the information.

“I can’t help but say this; I wish Lady Sufia could see me…”

Rave perched himself on Hadith’s shoulder.

When he first heard there was a girl who could speak to the dragons, he summoned Sufia.
But, she couldn’t see Rave.

She also didn’t lie about it.
She just said, “I’m worried about Your Majesty.”

Thus, to shield her from her domineering Father, he made her his ‘tea friend’.

But that too, could spell a problem if he went too far.

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Marquis Veil in particular, wasn’t too fond of Hadith’s friendship with his ex-wife’s daughter, Sufia.
He was rejecting his own daughter.

Other than that—

—will the Goddess appear?

“…If I’m going to eliminate Marquis Veil, at the very least, I must find her a good suitor.”

“You’re right.”

Rave nodded back.

In actuality, Rave couldn’t say that he was too fond of this side of Hadith—

—Hadith didn’t like leaving things half-done, because that was the same as being irresponsible.

Such was Hadith’s genuine sincerity.

Rave just didn’t want to see Hadith appearing in such a way.

“Lord, Hadith…”

The dead bodies were piled on top of each other—they were all girls.

A lone girl was stepping on a pool of blood, barefoot.
In her hand was a long sword drenched in blood.

The pungent smell of blood and death.

“This, night, is an, important, night, for me, and you…”

As her cheeks were stained red, Sufia laughed gently.
Her pupils were wide open.

Surely, her fate had already been decided the moment she uttered to him—

“—I’m worried about Your Majesty.”

Then, would none of that have happen if she didn’t say that?

Holding Rave, who had transformed into a silver sword—the Sword of the Dragon Emperor, Hadith laughed and answered.

“Good evening to you too —Kratos…”

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