Then Let's Say Goodbye

After Count Mori finished speaking, Count Havent walked over to the map and said a few words regarding the formation of the temporary extermination legion.

The noble lords, without any questions, left the conference room one by one to begin their preparations.

Havent sat in the conference room, watching his father and Count Mori arrange for the messengers to come and go. After a considerable amount of time, all the orders were finally delivered. The two men sat down, picked up their wine glasses, and quietly began to drink.

"Do you really not need me to stay and help you? I can be quite formidable when I put my mind to it."

"Hehehehehe~

No need, little Havent. Your father and I are enough here. Although your help would be greatly appreciated."

Count Mori leaned back lazily in his chair, taking small sips of honey wine.

"Alright, then is there anything else I need to be aware of? When do I depart?"

Count Mori pondered for a moment and said, "Actually, there is. We originally planned to send a squadron of cavalry to escort you to the Imperial Capital, but the recent attack has made us realize some issues."

Recalling the recent attack, if it weren't for Raven's life-saving intervention and the ability the red dragon had given him, which he had instinctively used, he would have likely been cleaned, boxed, and ready for a feast by now.

"What issues?"

Havent sat cross-legged on the chair, doodling on a piece of paper with a feather pen.

"The North Territory is being targeted. The conspiracy against us has likely already begun. It seems those hiding in the shadows have lost their patience.

My father once said that when all sorts of coincidences happen to you, you know with your gut that someone is calculating against you.

And we've had far too many unfortunate events lately.

Starting with the demand for my three-year financial report for the Armor Defense Line in the Imperial Capital, then Count Levin, who was supposed to return with supplies from Manda at the end of last month, was attacked by unknown forces and is currently stationed in Fallen Leaves Town awaiting rescue.

Then there was the rapid resurrection of a large group of ghouls by the Church of Death, ravaging the North Territory, followed closely by your attack.

Looking at this series of events, this is a complete plan targeting the North Territory, and more incidents are bound to happen.

So, after Marquis Charlton returns tomorrow and we have our final discussion, you will take the letter and quietly leave Baiman City, heading to the Imperial Capital alone."

Havent, who had been lounging on the sofa chair, suddenly sat up straight upon hearing Count Mori's words.

"What? Me, alone?"

The two Counts, stared at by Havent's wide eyes, nodded in unison like the most stoic people in the world.

"I've never traveled far before, I don't know the way..."

"It's alright. We believe you can overcome the difficulties. The young people of our North Territory are brave adventurers exploring the world."

Seeing Count Mori spouting more useless platitudes, Havent turned to look at Count Havent.

Old man, I'm your son.

Count Havent ignored his son's pleading gaze and said calmly, "Since there has already been an attack on you, regardless of whether Dalot acted on his own impulse or was arranged to do so, it means you are also part of their plan.

So, listen to Count Mori. Traveling alone will be safer for you."

After hearing his father's words, Havent thought about it and realized it did make sense.

"Fine then, if it's just me, it's just me. Baiman City is quite far from the Imperial Capital, isn't it? It'll take me months."

Count Mori glanced speechlessly at Count Havent at Havent's words.

"Ahem~

Go find your teacher. He'll tell you about adventurer experiences."

Borgnezh Magic Tower

"So, Teacher, don't you think they're being incredibly unreasonable? I'm just a child of over 180 months, and they're sending me to the Imperial Capital alone.

I can't even imagine how arduous the journey will be. What if I run into bandits?

Oh dear, it's simply terrifying. I think I'm having trouble breathing. Why don't you come with me, Teacher?"

"Here you go."

Havent reached out and took the medicine bottle handed to him by Solis.

"What is this?"

"A Fire-Clearing Potion. It helps restore abnormal body conditions. I just researched it, and its efficacy includes difficulty breathing. You can try it."

Looking at the small green bottle in his hand, Havent felt the malice of this world.

"You heartless adults! I'm not eating dinner tonight. I'll make you regret this."

Havent glared at Solis indignantly, but the high-level mage clearly wasn't interested in playing with the young master and continued to prepare his potions.

After waiting for a while and seeing that the high-level mage wasn't taking the bait, Havent grudgingly gave up and sat next to Solis obsequiously.

"Teacher, here's this for you. What else do you need? I'll help you carry it."

The high-level mage pushed his glasses, which had slipped down his nose, and looked at the grinning Havent, shaking his head helplessly.

"Lord Kevin has his reasons. The current situation in the North Territory is very strange, with various factions trying to interfere."

"Staying in the Imperial Capital, with your maternal grandfather's influence, you'll be much safer."

Hearing Solis's earnest words, Havent obediently nodded.

"Oh, and when you get to the Royal Academy, help me visit my teacher, Master Lafa. I'll write a letter for you to give to the old man.

After completing the tasks arranged by Lord Kevin, study hard at the Royal Academy and don't waste your talent. Otherwise, you'll regret it when you want to change things in the future but find yourself incapable..."

Solis continued speaking to himself, regardless of whether Havent was listening.

"Alright, I won't say anymore. Old people always like to ramble on about the past.

I'll tell you about adventurer precautions and things you need to watch out for on your own..."

The night wind blew through Baiman City, the pine needles rustling as they collided.

Havent strolled around the city with his hands clasped behind his head. Ever since the attack that morning, Count Havent had assigned two knights to follow him.

Looking at the familiar grass, trees, bricks, and tiles, Havent eagerly greeted every citizen he knew.

"Hey~ Body, how's business lately?"

"Oh~ May the Goddess of Fortune bless you. Thanks to you, business is okay. By the way, I recently got a few ranger biographies for you. I'll give them to Steward Ankut a bit later."

"Auntie Barbara, any new flavors lately?"

"Hehehe~ May the Goddess of Harvest bless you.

Young Master Havent, I've made the filled bread you asked for. The snowberries taste so wonderful after being heated."

"..."

He ambled along all the way to the blacksmith shop in the barracks, found a wooden stump, and sat down. Holding the snowberry bread given by Auntie Barbara, he grinned as he watched the blacksmith Carmen scold his foolish apprentice for forging a horseshoe.