Outside of a castle in a Viscount's fiefdom, a man was being held by two knights, and they were dragging him toward a prison. He was struggling while shouting. "Viscount Foster! It's not me! I am being framed!"
Viscount Foster was standing outside the castle as he stood with Rupert. He wiped away the sweat that had formed on his head. "Sir, if you do not find the truth, me and my family will be doomed."
Rupert smiled. "I had encountered a similar case, so I was able to connect the dots. It's not exactly the same though because your transport carriages were used to secretly transport demons into deeper areas of the kingdom."
"Hmm?" Rupert saw a messenger bird that flew toward the yard of the castle, and not long after, the news at the border also reached his ears.
When the man who was working for Viscount Foster was arrested, a messenger bird flew from a forest. It kept flying until it reached a private mansion near a town.
