How Moving People to Transia Is Such a Great Business (Pounding the Table with Laughter)

"Did he take it?"

"Mm. He harshly rebuked me for my outrageous, disloyal remarks, then darkly warned me not to say anything like that in public again. After that, in the name of protecting the cooperative relationship between both sides, he accepted the letter.

"It turned out that Lady Mirian's assessment of the Capet family's current predicament was quite right. Count Leon did indeed have similar intentions.

"For now, he should still be in the planning stage.

"But there's no doubt he doesn't want to see the Capet family dismantled in the name of 'loyalty.'"

"Good. Sorry for the trouble, Sir Parlen. Please continue your work in the Cato region for now. When you return to Scarlet Castle, come by the administrative building. Your office as financial officer is ready.

"Also, your daughters have recovered under careful care. They're applying to become mechanics. I'm sorry, but we can't talk them out of learning all that mechanical knowledge.

"They said they wanted to learn from you and make their own contributions to the strength of their homeland."

The Ghost Shadow Intelligence Bureau agent's helpless voice rang out from Sir Parlen's communications orb, prompting Sir Parlen—who had just left the Capet estate and climbed into a carriage—to sigh helplessly.

Rubbing her brow, she said:

"Forget it. The girls are grown up and have minds of their own. As their mother, I can't stand in the way of their dreams. But please pass a message along to that man working at the Stonecutters' Guild.

"If he really wants to spend his life with my daughters, then he'll have to shoulder the responsibilities expected of a man. Our barbarian customs are simple and rough, but any man who can't protect his woman is unfit, without a doubt!"

"I'll relay your advice to Mr. Gray."