READ NOVEL ONLINE Chapter 46
Chapter 46: Stepping on the Tiger’s Tail (Part 1)
Upon returning to the Zafing Residence, Giorg immediately began preparations to welcome Demitul and his entourage.
Since he had already settled matters with King Alzeis the previous day, most of the preparations were already complete.
After finishing the royal council, Giorg returned to the Zafing Residence, confirmed that everything was ready, and then sent a messenger to the Royal Castle to welcome Demitul and his group.
“Welcome, Your Highness Demitul Garm Gildoruk. Please take your time and relax at our residence until your grand wish is fulfilled.”
Giorg greeted Demitul and his entourage with these words, his subordinates lined up behind him.
“Hmph, what a shabby residence,” Demitul replied with a displeased attitude, a tone one shouldn’t use with someone who’s about to host them. The Zafing Residence was far from extravagant, but it wasn’t shabby either. It was a residence that reflected the House of Zarfing’s values of simplicity and strength.
This clashed with the House of Zabeiru’s style, which seemed to irritate Demitul. Moreover, staying at a noble’s residence instead of the Royal Castle made him feel slighted.
(I see, he’s an idiot. Is King Jilvol testing us by seeing how we handle this fool?)
Giorg wasn’t disappointed. After all, he had no expectations of Demitul to begin with, so there was nothing to be disappointed about.
Giorg bowed apologetically, his subordinates gritting their teeth in the background. Despite being in a position of protection, Demitul’s rudeness was unbearable, especially since it was directed at their master, Giorg. It was anything but amusing.
“Allow me to guide you,” Giorg said, turning his back to Demitul and his group. The anger of his subordinates quickly subsided as they noticed the mocking expression on Giorg’s face.
(Lord Giorg has no intention of letting them leave here alive.)
(He’ll move as soon as he’s finished assessing them.)
(We can’t let them interfere with the master’s plans.)
(We need to figure them out quickly… before they taint the Zafing Residence.)
Though the subordinates didn’t show their feelings openly, Giorg could read them instantly. It wasn’t just from their eyes—subtle cues like the movement of their fingers or the way they touched their hair were signals that conveyed their emotions.
Giorg led the way, with Demitul and his entourage following. The subordinates bowed and saw them off.
The room they were led to was Giorg’s office.
“Please, have a seat,” Giorg offered, and Demitul’s group sat down with a thud, clearly looking down on Giorg.
“Now, since I don’t know much about you, Demitul’s close aides, could you introduce yourselves?”
At Giorg’s words, the four who were called Demitul’s close aides nodded arrogantly.
“I am Deris Farmais. I served the Marquis of Elementas.”
“Azein Macline. I was a subordinate of Count Hardeng.”
“Kyle Muenolt. I was the security captain at the House of Garsmais.”
“Zail Acris. I served Count Lynode.”
Giorg nodded at their introductions.
“Now, for the sake of your grand wish, you’ll be staying at this residence. However, Your Highness, you must cut off all contact with the outside world.”
“W-What!? Why!?” Demitul raised his voice at Giorg’s proposal. Giorg looked around the group before responding with a soft expression.
“Your Highness, you are in a very dangerous situation.”
“Dangerous?”
“Yes. King Jilvol is, of course, desperately searching for you. His goal is undoubtedly to capture and execute you.”
“Tch…”
“It wouldn’t be surprising if he’s already extended his search beyond the borders, thinking you’ve left the country. If he finds out you’re here, he’ll undoubtedly send assassins. I doubt we could protect you in that case.”
“How long… do I have to stay here?”
Giorg inwardly sneered at Demitul’s irritated voice but showed no trace of it on his face.
“It shouldn’t take too long. Our king has also stated that Your Highness is necessary for building friendly relations, so preparations are already underway.”
Giorg bowed as he spoke.
“Of course, not just Your Highness, but the four of you must also refrain from contacting the outside world. This is for your safety.”
The four exchanged glances but reluctantly nodded in agreement.
“Thank you for your understanding. Now, let me show you to your rooms. Ride.”
At Giorg’s words, Ride bowed and led Demitul’s group out of the office.
Once they were gone, Cain spoke up.
“You’ve worked hard.”
“Ah, truly… idiots and their idiot subordinates,” Giorg sighed.
“Yes. No matter how you look at it, their rudeness toward you, my lord, is unacceptable. What do they think a marquis is?”
Cain’s voice was icy cold.
“Well, they won’t live long anyway. Let’s be generous until then.”
“Even so, my lord, you did narrow your eyes for a moment.”
“It’s only natural when someone without a title speaks so arrogantly.”
“Understood.”
“Cain, make sure everyone knows not to act rashly. Keep contact to a minimum. Otherwise, they might explode.”
“Yes.”
Cain responded with a wry smile.
“My lord, have you figured out who King Jilvol’s spy is?”
Giorg grinned menacingly at Cain’s question.
“My guess is Azein Macline.”
“May I ask why?”
“There was a slight oddity in his accent.”
“An oddity?”
“Yes, it felt like he was consciously altering his tone.”
“…”
“Also, he showed a moment of panic when we forbade contact with the outside.”
“So…?”
“Yes, keep a close eye on Azein. He might try to contact the outside.”
“Understood.”
“Now then, let’s allow Demitul to relax until his final moments.”
Giorg chuckled as he spoke.
It was the kind of grin a predator gives its prey.
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