"Ha ha ha ha ha! That's really cool!"
"You have to see it for yourself!"
Carl became the center of the banquet hall and constantly burst into immature laughter.
In the imperial palace, he is only an insignificant 4th prince, but here he is no different from a king. He is trying his best to keep Carl from being bored.
"And!"
"How is it? It's quite plausible, isn't it?"
"Is this a game?"
Carl repeatedly burst out in admiration when he saw the stuffed gnoll that Maldin had prepared. Even though his back is bent, he is as tall as an adult human male, with tight muscles, stiff fur, and sharp teeth!
Like an immature child, Carl looked around at the gnoll, touched it briefly, and withdrew his hand, trembling in displeasure.
"If I had come a little earlier, I could have tried to kill this too!"
"ha ha ha! That's right!"
Everyone chuckles at Carl's words.
Carl pretended not to know anything and gulped down the alcohol like a drink.
His skinny cheeks turn red and he looks a little dangerous.
Carl was busy babbling immature nonsense, staggering around drunk, barely standing with Harmon's support, and being swayed by people's words.
A man sitting near the head of the table, looking to be around 30, is silently watching with his mouth twisted.
Maldin's only son, Fardin, was not pleased with this situation. No, it was so hard to suppress his anger that he wanted to run away right away.
Fardin glared at his father, Maldin, who masterfully conducted the banquet, and at Carl, who was distracted by the banquet.
The past, when he cheered and comforted the soldiers upon hearing the news that the imperial family had sent a punitive force, flashed before his eyes and he felt dizzy.
Shameful and guilty. He don't have the courage to see them.
"… … ."
Suddenly, Fardin felt a strange feeling.
It felt like he made eye contact with Carl, who was clearly drunk and passed out.
Even though he drank several glasses of alcohol in his sickly body, his eyes seemed to shine very brightly and vividly.
However, as if it was an illusion, Carl ended up completely drunk and passed out.
Catherine, who was standing on one side of the banquet hall after seeing Carl fainting, quickly approaches and carefully hugs him.
No matter how much of a knight she was, the sight of Carl falling into the arms of
Catherine, a woman, was truly unbelievable.
"Harman, please guide me to my room."
Catherine left the banquet hall under Harmon's guidance, holding Carl, who was drunk and asleep.
The banquet ended in a chaotic atmosphere, and a bright blue moon hung in the dark sky.
Catherine, holding Carl, enters his room, and the moment Harmon closes the door, Carl's eyes light up as if it were a lie.
"What happened?"
"Huh!"
Harmon gasps in surprise.
Regardless, Carl pushed Catherine's hand away and stood on his own legs, tying his long disheveled hair back, and tidying up his clothes.
Catherine also seemed a little embarrassed, but then spoke in a low voice.
"I ordered Bilford to assess the situation."
"Great. Just in case, take good care of your soldiers, and go back to your room and wait so as not to look suspicious."
"Yes."
Without another word, Catherine bowed politely and left the room.
"Harman, please help me put on my armor."
"Oh, yes."
Harmon responded reflexively, but he couldn't figure out what Carl was thinking this late at night.
And he couldn't understand how Carl could be so calm and cool after being so drunk and acting so foolish just a moment ago.
'I almost got in big trouble.'
Carl felt slightly intoxicated and broke into a cold sweat.
The first time he drank a little alcohol, He didn't feel intoxicated at all, so he drank alcohol actively, thinking that his changed body couldn't get drunk. But he must have drank too much. He feel slightly dizzy.
After getting dressed with Harman's help, Carl felt frustrated that his body had grown considerably in just 10 days.
Carl undid the two top buttons of his jacket. Then, he wears a Gambison on top of it, a sleek plate chest tplate, and hangs the now familiar long sword on his waist.
Carl, wearing a cloak and a helmet at his side, drinks cold water and stands quietly glaring at the door.
Harmon didn't know how to interpret this situation, so he kept his mouth shut and just looked behind Carl.
Carl was as motionless as a stone statue.
Although he was still scrawny, Carl, who covered himself with a cloak and only his head was exposed, felt like a different person.
The hem of the cloak, which had been dragging on the floor due to his height growing rapidly over the past few days, now only covers his ankles.
"Master Carl."
"Please come in."
Carl quickly responded to the whispering sound.
Bilford quietly entered the room and found Carl looking at him quietly, armed in a dark room. He paused for a moment and whispered in a low voice.
"Two nearby villages in the forest west of the Barony of Hilfin have been razed to the ground, and troops have been dispatched to stop it, but it is said that they have not even been able to recover."
"What about the castle's soldiers?"
"It seems like most of them were brought in as a trick."
"Is Lady Catherine ready?"
"Yes."
Carl nodded at Bilford's words, then turned to Harman and spoke firmly.
"Harman, please stay in the castle."
"But Master Carl!"
"Stop. When Lord Hilfin asks, answer honestly."
Carl left the room, leaving the shocked Harmon behind.
Now what he is going to do?
What else can he do? Aside from following Carl's orders.