)"I actually suspect that this so-called 'Alai' is the same 'Aleister' from Avalon—the one who made Her Majesty fly into a rage some time ago."
General Karl, standing by the window, suddenly said, "The woman who pulled out the stake we planted in Avalon. That's what my intuition tells me."
"You mean that fat bastard Drost?"
The Earl Leipzig chuckled, the gentle smile on his face not wavering in the slightest. "That fellow doesn't matter. Her Majesty treated him so well merely to set an example for the Avalonians who abandoned the darkness for the light. His preferential treatment won't last long."
"You have inside information?"
General Karl turned around.
"It doesn't count as inside information. Or rather, it's something many people already know."
The elegant, red-eyed man smiled and flattered General Karl extensively. "You simply disdain dealing with those 'Banquet Table Nobles,' so you haven't heard the gossip. But I imagine it will reach Karl Manor in a few days. Your grandson has been quite active."
"Hmph, that fellow..."
Old Karl grunted coldly, his face full of disdain, though there was some pride in his words. "Relying on having reached the Fourth Level at such a young age, he has begun making connections with important figures as if he were an adult. Doesn't he realize whether he's even worthy of it? Those people have no value worth associating with. They're nothing but leeches sucking blood from the kingdom, sources of trouble and chaos, a bunch of useless fools who only know how to make enough noise to be heard.
"If you ask me, he should still be sent into the army. The battlefield is the place with the most Blood Energy, the most cruelty, and the most despair. Only there can he absorb enough power. In this world, only