186 099. The Blackened Village -1 Part Two

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I stepped outside the prison. Charlotte on standby near the exit bowed her head and asked me, “What will you do now, your highness?”

“Well, we did make a deal, so…”

Ruppel agreed to tell me the current location of the relic belonging to the first Holy Emperor, Ordin Olfolse. And the price for acquiring that knowledge was to make sure that Rose went through the proper channels before getting her head lopped off under the guillotine.

“Prepare for a little trip, Charlotte.”

“To the kingdom of Lome, your highness?”

“That’s right.”

“However, no one knows for certain where the Second Crown Princess Consort is currently hiding.”

-The village named Rost. That’s where the royal court’s top knight Raiden lives. He’s famed for facing off and killing a dragon, and as a result, he’s often referred to as the dragon slayer. The First Prince and my mother will most likely ask for his aid. That’s why, if you go there…

According to him, I might run into her there.

I issued an order to Charlotte.

“We’ll depart as soon as possible. Our destination is…”

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(TL: In 3rd person POV.)

The village of Rost.

It was a small settlement located in the northern region of the Lome kingdom.

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Supposedly, it was a village of farmers filled with much vitality, but the young man coming to visit this place couldn’t help but get a completely different first impression instead.

Rather than saying something, the farmer raised his hand slowly and pointed at the village.

The knight distorted his expression in displeasure at that response. “You insolent fool! Whose presence do you think you are in front of?! Daring to point with your damn fingers…!”

When the knight displayed signs of unsheathing his sword and pouncing on the farmer, Barus reached out and grabbed his escorting knight’s shoulder, then shook his head to say no.

“It’s fine, the hours are getting late. We are merely visitors to this land, so we shouldn’t bother our subjects when they are still working diligently like this.”

The knight could only shoot some dissatisfied glare at the farmer before bowing his head to Barus.

Barus shouted out, “Thank you!” to the farmer and began walking forward once more. The farmer stared at the prince and his knights with a pair of sunken eyes.

While walking closer to the village, Barus quietly studied its perimeters.

Around three hundred people were supposed to live here, yet he couldn’t sense any presence whatsoever.