Ran and Eustaf boarded a horse, and Lumiere and Sina boarded the horse together.
Ran glanced around the burning wagon against the backdrop of a red sunset and said Eustaf.
"I'll have to set up a new carriage."
"Do you say that?"
The words came out nervously without realizing it, but Ran closed her eyes.
"Sorry. I got a little sharp."
"No."
Eustaf said curiously.
"I didn't know the Duke of Miro would be so angry."
"Don't you know why Olivia died ...?"
Ran doesn't know what or how Eustaf did in detail, but she knows that Eustaf wouldn't have just let Olivia live.
So you can guess that Olivia is dead.
"No, I don't know."
Ran said quietly, "Really?" and Eustaf nodded. Everyone there died except Olivia and the sorcerer, and she's my pride, which I don't know exactly what I call pride. Wouldn't it be appropriate to call yourself a great ego? - That's why I wasn't the one to say that.
"I know what happened. I'm sure Devan lent Olivia a man to kidnap Ran."
Only then did I remember Eustaf saying, 'The kidnapper must be a duke.'
'Yes, if I were to move the green arch, of course I'd have to have the approval of the patriarchy. If Olivia were to borrow people, Devan would have known.'
Ran sighed.
"That's a bummer."
Then she whispered softly.
"Who's dead?"
"It's Tyler."
Ran bit lightly on her lips.
"He's not even an adult yet."
Eustaf nodded at her words.
"It was a simple mission to move around in the capital, so I think it was a mistake to bring him in as an abscess."
Then Eustaf said, "I'll speed up," Ran nodded.
Now the horse started running and quickly arrived at the green arch.
The butler, who had a puzzled look at the sight of Patriarch, who had left the wagon somewhere, jumped at Eustaf's words, "I was attacked by the Duke of Miro."
"What!"
"He called it a declaration - Is there a notice from the Duke?"
"No, it hasn't arrived. The Duke of Miro and we're both territorial?"
Eustaf nodded and said at the butler's words.
"Tyler's dead."
The butler swallowed his breath, and Ross' eyes grew bigger.
"He killed that little boy?!"
"That's not the problem with the sword."
"But Tyler's a servant! The sword is different from the knight...."
The length of the sword was shorter than that of the black knight paid to the boilers. Ross lamented.
"What should I say to Lord Baird ·······."
Eustaf replied low to what he said, recalling his colleague, Tyler's father.
"I'll tell him the truth."
Ran said, recalling the map in her head.
"Then shouldn't we go back to Lazia right away? Isn't the Duke of Miro a long way from Lazia? It would be a problem to drag soldiers through other territories."
"And I don't know if your Majesty has granted us permission to fight for the land."
Do you think Label has granted Lazia and Miro a territorial battle?
That's what Eustaf said and added.
"Of course, the war has already begun."
His eyes fluttered as if they were carrying a bright flame.
Ran said,
"I'll come to see the Emperor."
If he's Label, the story will work. Eustaf said.
"I'm the duke."
For a moment, a flinching Ran looked at Eustaf, looked straight into his eyes, and stepped back and said.
"Do as you please, Duke."
Surely it is not Count Romia who will step out of this. Ran thought so and took a step back emotionally.
Eustaf suddenly took her hand and began to walk, ordering one after another.
"Prepare a new horse for your Majesty, send a messenger to Lazia. How many Blue Knights are in Lazia now? There will be a wagon and a horse body on the road, send a man to retrieve it, and be careful not to bump into it."
As soon as the horse was finished, the butler quickly disappeared. Eustaf continued to walk without stopping and told Ran.
"What about the top?"
"Huh?"
"If we do this, all commercial activities will stop."
Ran snorted and said.
"I don't care. All three Elves and Dwarves are custom-made anyway. Besides, there's a separate shipping company."
Ran said added.
"Will the battle last long? We don't have to worry about Lazia's current financial situation--"
"I know. It's the season when wheat grows."
"Yeah, if there's a major battle, the wheat won't be used up."
"It would be better to supply food in advance."
"As expected."
Although the stockpile is not small, it would be better to prepare for it.
The sound of the abacus ring went around Ran's head. Although it was left to the accountants, it was Ran and Eustaf who were in charge of everything in the end.
If you don't know every nook and cranny, you can't give instructions to the people below.
It was a tiring but inevitable task of a superior.
"I'll go into the palace."
"Be careful on the way."
At Ran's words, Eustaf nodded. In fact, he had a ton of things to say. Ran burst into laughter.
"Is it working?"
"Eustaf, you're talking with your eyes."
"I'am talking?"
"I want to wrap yourself in a blanket of feathers and put me deep in the treasure trove of Lazia, and escort you."
Because Ran's words represented Eustaf's mind more sharply than he thought, Eustaf pressed his eyes.
"I think my eyes are more eloquent than mine."
"Is that right?"
"That's right."
Eustaf swallowed a sigh. Ran smiled and said.
"Do you know I'm thinking the same thing about Eus?"
At the words, Eustaf looked at her in surprise. Ran recalled the memory of Olivia that he didn't want Eus to kill.
If he had to kill himself, he wouldn't have hesitated.
"I'll do all the hard work. I don't want to make Eustaf do anything hard. I wish you could only walk on the flowery path."
"Flower path?"
"Well, I mean, a flat road?"
At Ran's words, Eustaf smiled.
"Thank you for saying that, but this is my place."
Ran took a deep breath and nodded.
I know that myself.
"You can leave it to me. I'll call the Wizard's Association."
It was intended to advise the Mage duke and Marquis Cameron not to fight them.
Looking at her confident appearance, Eustaf felt an overwhelming and disturbing and contradictory feeling.
"Then I'll be back."
"Yes."
As soon as Ran answered, he kissed her on the lips. It was a very rich and bold kiss to do in the hallway. When Ran's waist strength faded slightly, he put strength in his hands around his waist, stood her upright, smiled, and went away.
Ran looked around.
There was no one in the hallway. Of course, it was not known by Ran whether they disappeared during the kiss or didn't exist from the beginning.
Ran pressed lightly on her lips and stood in the hallway before moving on.
Time was worth more than gold in battle.
*******
"It's a territorial battle at this time."
Label looked at Eustaf with chills. Eustaf said.
"If it was going to happen anyway, I'd rather it happen now."
"Now? Two dukes of the Empire?Battle of Territory?"
Label sat on the sofa, raising both arms and shaking.
It was too casual to be called an emperor and a duke, but Label knew that this was irrelevant to Eustaf.
He is not a man who obeys the authority or dignity of the emperor.
"Do I really have to have this problem not long after I became emperor?"
"Then what are you going to do? Isn't the Duke of Miro in the other reality?"
"Right."
The Duke of Miro and the Duke of Lazia were asked to know almost simultaneously. Even Label was not without eyes and ears, so he had already heard the news between the two.
Label shook his head.
"Without my permission, there will be no territorial battle. It is treason to move soldiers out of the territory without the emperor's permission."
"When was the Marquis of Cameron treason?"
Eustaf remembered what the Marquis had invaded when he was still a minor and the Patriarch was Ran.
"That was a deal in advance-"
"So that doesn't matter anyway, does it?"
"The Duke of Miro, Devan values my honor. I'm not going to break the Emperor's orders and start a war of territories."
"But Lazia has already been damaged."
If you don't pay me back, I can't feel better.
"I heard that the Duke of Miro's knight is dead, too."
Eustaf smiled coldly. Label felt the spine chilling. That's not a smile.
Like the expression of a wild animal whose mouth corners were raised just before it was revealed...
"Whether your opponent's fever is dead or half dead, Lazia's loss is loss."
Lazia lost a stallion and a wagon, and the other three died, so in fact, the Miro operator was bigger in terms of the size of the damage.
But what is it?
Whether a person dies of a plague or not, the thorns under my fingernails hurt more.
For Eustaf, Lazia did. He's done as much damage as his fingernails. But, the other person has to pay it back.
What do you mean, both sides? That's ridiculous.
In the eyes of the people around him, there was no such thing as a selfish thug. Label spoke grimly.
"Duke Miro isn't alone."
"Is Marquis Cameron with him?"
"Right."
"A union of duke and marquis."
Eustaf had a funny face.
"Not bad."
"And what if you lose? You can't go back if Lachia is defeated. You haven't forgotten what you and I have been discussing so far, have you?"
"I didn't forget."
Eustaf said so and bowed his head lightly.
"Give me the green light, Your Majesty."
"Then....how about a mock battle?"
"Mock battle?"
"Yeah, we could pick ten knights each and fight on the hunting ground-"
Eustaf snorted, and Label gritted his teeth.
He hated this fight. A simple emotional fight that is wasteful and unearned.
'He's leaving the embers until the very end.'
Label gave Olivia a cold assessment and was lost in thought for a moment.
"You're going to win, aren't you?"
"Your Majesty."
Eustaf said calmly.
"It's almost time to pick a new Miro, so we'd better prepare someone who can breathe. The Duke of Miro has no children now."
"Oh, my God."
He spat out with energy and Label stood up from his seat.
"Okay, if you're so confident, try it, territorial war."
"Thank you."
Greeted politely, Eustaf stepped down from meeting room. Then he sighed, and Label summoned the Duke of Miro.
"See Your Majesty."
His polite greeting made Label feel sorry for him.
'No, it's not even decided that the Duke of Lazia won.'
Label said, trying hard to pull himself together.
"Do you really have to fight this fight?"
"My sister's honor is at stake. Your Majesty, we cannot yield."
"Yes, to avenge my brother's."
The Marquis Cameron, who was standing behind him, said, biting his lips.
Label's amber eyes became dark.
"Okay, it's easy."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Watching the two go out, Label was lost in thought for a moment.
'Who is the closest relative to the Duke of Miro...?'
It was amazing what Eustaf said, but it's not bad to be prepared in advance.
Thinking so, Label waved the bell and called the servant.
********
As soon as I heard the news, Marquis Cyrus come in.
The green arch was already ready to go down to Lazia. The battle of territory has begun, so they may now be raided on their way.
The composition was completely different from the previous wagon trip, as it had to be moved as quickly and as possible.
Marquis Cyrus, who came to the situation, said, "Aligned."
Eustaf blinked as if he had heard something unexpected. Marquis Cyrus grinned.
"Why? Do you want to say that alone is enough?"
"No, it's unexpected. There's no reason for the Marquis to work with the Duke of Lazia."
It seemed that social activities were a joke, and it was an unsympathetic assessment.
But Cyrus nodded. Eustaf's words were not wrong.
"This side has something to gain, too."
Eustaf was lost in thought for a moment. Marquess Cyrus is encountered with the Marquis of Cameron, wearing the Earl of Pauls.
"The Marquis of Cameron?"
Cyrus nodded at Eustaf's words. He said, rubbing his left eye like a habit.
"I've heard an interesting story, which means that the operatives of the Empire will certainly be reduced."
Boundaries and curiosity were simultaneously reflected in Eustaf's eyes.
"I have my own line, too."
He smiled and Cyrus continued.
"I'm going to fill in the empty duke."
"By swallowing the Marquis Cameron?"
"Ei-"
Cyrus waved his hand.
"I'm not swallowing it. I'm just trying to get some land for war compensation."
Then he grinned.
"And it's time for the Knights to warm up."
Eustaf lowered his eyes as if he were lost in thought.
"Of course, the Blue Knights will be enough-"
Cyrus added relaxedly.
"Don't you want to get it over with?"
At his words, Eustaf smiled.
"Nice."
Cyrus said, "I won't regret it." He greeted lightly. Eustaf said with a deep breath.
"Then I have a favor to ask of you....."