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Empire’s Third Seat (1)

Dawn Revolutionary Group.

Leader’s office.

A woman with red hair.

The group’s leader, Kashila, was intensely staring at a sheet of paper. It was an article from an imperial newspaper.

-A mysterious noble who punished a rebellion in the city of Akhan.

-The guards of Akhan unanimously said that a man with silver-grey hair saved their city and then disappeared.

-The drug dealer known as the Underworld King, who led the rebellion, Belrek, was reported to have been killed on the spot.

-It is known that Belrek expanded his territory by distributing drugs throughout the city…

This newspaper was published two days ago.

Kashila was certain the silver-grey haired man in the article was the Yuma she met on the magic train.

Yuma, who introduced himself as the sword of her first princess.

His words were still vivid in her mind.

-Your revolution is wrong, Dawn Revolutionary Group Leader.

“…Sigh.”

A deep sigh flowed from Kashila’s mouth.

“Now I understand why you said that.”

She had dreamed of a misguided revolution.

A revolution that an innocent person could get wrapped up in.

But this man, as if to show off, was dispensing justice.

If not Crown Prince Schwerche, but Crown Princess Brigitta ascends the throne, it could be called a revolution in and of itself.

Revolution.

This man was trying to achieve a real revolution, unlike himself.

Cassiel felt a shivery thrill.

“… Can I follow your revolution?”

Cassiel asked himself.

And after making a certain decision, he called all the revolutionaries to the meeting room.

A total of 32 revolutionaries.

All talented individuals recognized anywhere for their skills and other unique abilities. However, they were the ones who chose to raise the flag of revolution because they did not like the current empire.

They trusted Cassiel blindly.

Because he had saved the oppressed weak through his own hands.

About 50/50 gender ratio. All the revolutionaries were staring straight at Cassiel.

With a grunt, Cassiel walked from the middle of the meeting room toward the door.

He pulled out a huge flag stuck right next to the door.

On a red background, a flag with a golden circle symbolizing the sun was drawn.

A flag that had been the symbol of the Dawn Revolutionaries until now.

Cassiel picked up that flag.

And tore it apart.

All the revolutionaries’ eyes widened.

Because naturally, he ripped the flag that was the symbol of dawn, out of the blue.

Cassiel’s deep whisper resounded in the meeting room.

“We will make a new flag. A golden sword on a red background.”

Cassiel placed the newspaper with the story of the knight who saved Akan on the table, the paper he had just about to start reading.

Cassiel continued.

“This individual attempted to stop us with her sword, the sword of the Crown Princess Brigitta, on a magical train of Halo.”

The members began to read the papers in surprise.

“From now on, we will carry out a justice similar to hers. A clear justice that no one can deny. And our top priority will be to ascend Crown Princess Brigitta to the throne.”

The members were surprised.

Suddenly, the goal was towards the next imperial authority.

A member spoke in a low voice.

“Even if the Crown Princess ascends the throne, will the empire change? This empire is corrupt as stated in the article.”

“I see that as something to consider after she ascends the throne. We will somehow expand our stake. The aim is to gain enough influence to proudly propose something to the Crown Princess.”

Ambition was burning in Cassiel’s eyes.

‘I will follow you.’

The sword of the Crown Princess.

Uma.

Mother’s friend.

To encounter her face someday. To question about the time they were friends.

***

Yuuma stared at the scenery outside from the rocking carriage.

And Clone was staring at Yuuma.

Yuuma recalled the advice of Inspector Ermel from the 3rd Knight Squadron he encountered yesterday.

“Now that the first prince, Shwartz, knows that you’re here, it’s highly likely they’ll send someone to kill you, heading towards Count Rubert’s jurisdiction.”

Quite a plausible hypothesis it was.

Thud, thud—

The carriage stopped at the forefront of Count Rubert’s territory. Yuma paid the fare and got off the carriage with Clone.

Yuuma and Clone gazed at a sunset-dyed sky.

It wasn’t any different from the sky of the southern empire.

“Now it feels like our real journey has begun, Yuuma!”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

Excluding what happened in Akan from the journey seemed unreasonable. The experiences were too tiring.

‘Will get more tiring, one can guess.’

Yuuma strode with dignity. He then approached the guards of the Count.

Clang!

A guard lifted his spear high. It was a motion to prevent Yuuma’s approach.

“State your identity.”

They didn’t speak informally, as Yuuma and Clone had almost noble-like demeanor.

Yuuma took out a round identification badge from his pocket.

The badge of gold.

“I am Yuuma, representative of the princess.”

The guards respectfully bowed on their left knees.

“It’s an honor to meet you, Lord Yuuma!”

There was no room for doubt. The next day, news of the princess’s representative’s exploits in the neighboring city of Akan had spread to the guards of Count Rubert’s territory.

“Please enter.”

Yuuma nodded in agreement.

“Thanks.”

Thud, thud!

Yuuma glanced gently at a guard who naturally tailed him and Clone.

“Is there a problem?”

“There were orders from Count Rubert to personally guide Lord Yuuma to their accommodation upon arrival.”

“I see.”

Yuuma didn’t reject the guard’s guidance. It saved him from troubling thoughts.

“This is it.”

The guard led Yuuma to the most luxurious inn in Count Rubert’s territory.

The name of the Inn was Hope.

‘So they don’t have separate hotels.’

The security guard hurriedly added.

“Ah, there is no need for you to pay. The Earl has already taken care of all expenses.”

“Understood.”

With those words, the security guard bowed deeply and vanished.

Yuma, along with Klone, checked into the inn and received their keys at the counter. They simply left their luggage before heading back to the first floor to eat dinner.

6 pm.

It was the peak time for dinner, so many people were gathered around the tables.

The delicious smell stimulated their nostrils. The menu for the day was spaghetti.

Yuma didn’t take the fork right away, instead watching Klone, whose golden eyes were carefully observing him.

“Eat up.”

“Oh, yes!”

Klone started eating the spaghetti with a pure smile.

‘It’s good that she doesn’t seem to be a type who gets tired easily.’

Why is she watching me like that?

Yuma thought to himself while grabbing his fork. He still had not realized that Klone was not observing his every move, but rather constantly staring straight through him.

Was it really an inn that the Earl had prepaid for?

The taste of the spaghetti was very impressive.

Both of them proceeded to satisfyingly fill their hungry stomachs.

Suddenly, there was a commotion at the inn’s entrance.

“My younger sibling has gone missing! Overnight! Allow me to put up a missing poster and then I’ll go!”

“I wish you would just leave.”

The one shouting was a woman with a deeply furrowed robe. Long red hair could be seen sticking out from under her robe.

“No! You know me! We had an escort mission together before!”

Upon hearing the woman’s loud voice, the security guard of the inn reached out to grab her shoulder.

“I won’t use force because I know you. Hestia.”

The guard said, looking at Hestia.

As if giving advice.

“Don’t you know? The Earlship doesn’t really like it when people make a fuss about missing persons.”

“Oh, no! Then if someone has really gone missing, what should I call it?”

Clang!

The guard finally drew his sword.

“Leave. This is your last warning.”

Yuma turned towards the entrance to stare at Hestia.

‘She’s new to me.’

[Lv.67] Hestia

Race: Feline

Alignment: Good

Class: Swordsman

State: Intermediate Sword Expert

Feline.

Perhaps, a set of unique cat ears inherent to the mysterious clan was harbored within that robe.

‘Still, the races here seem to have an almost identical form to the Lupus Blood.’

Yuma, by confirming the existence of the Meow clan was now confident that she could acquire the ‘Imprint’. If an opportunity to discover arose, she was determined not to miss it.

Thud!

Unable to contain her anger, the Meow clan’s Inspector Hestia eventually kicked the wall of the inn, retreated from the Hof Inn with a swagger.

Once they finished their meals, Yuma and Clone went up to their accommodation.

This inn provided a twin-room accommodation, which was split into two rooms.

“If there’s anything you want to discuss, feel free to call me.”

Deciding that Clone would use the room furthest inside to ensure her safety first in case anything happened.

“Yes!”

Replying energetically, Clone shut the door to the room.

Yuma stared at the red bird visible from the window.

A crow that looked unwholesome, as if made from blood.

Thump–

Yuma opened the window and confronted the ominous red crow perched on the tree.

Alongside a chilling cry that made her hair stand on end, a voice could be heard.

-It’s Kailon, from the Empire’s three major powers. I’ve come to Ruvelt Earl’s command post specifically to kill you.

Yuma replied in a low voice.

“So you say.”

There was no way this could be the real body.

“Where are you?”

Perhaps surprised at her calm response, after a moment of silence, Cain’s voice, seemingly borrowed from the crow’s beak, answered.

-I’m in the Vain forest next door. I’ll be waiting there.

“Got it.”

Yuma got up.