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"It's a royal motorcade!"

Ham made his confirmation with just a glance at the carriage's flag and the attire of the surrounding knights.

"Get ready, we have guests."

Princess Messiah has arrived.

In this world, she didn't actually have much freedom, but she still came out.

Sulu estimated that Queen Fula Drake played a significant role in this, and Philetrin III, for reasons unknown, actually agreed.

"Hmph!"

When the carriage came to a stop, Messiah, dressed in a princess dress, stepped off and gave Sulu a defiant look.

That expression seemed to say, "You can't escape."

Sulu was quite speechless. "I wonder what business Your Highness has in my fiefdom? I have no obligation to serve a lord."

According to the noble customs of this continent, vassals are obligated to entertain their lords every year, though the amount and frequency are subject to limits.

However, since Sulu only wants power and not obligations, there is no such rule.

"I understand... but Messiah has come this time to ask you to be my teacher."

The Messiah bowed and said.

"Teacher?"

Sulu was both amused and exasperated, and began to understand what Filetlin and Fula Drake were up to.

It is only natural for lesser nobles to serve greater nobles, and it is also normal for them to hold positions.

However, he didn't have time for that and shook his head, ready to refuse.

"Teacher..."

Upon seeing this, Messiah immediately stepped forward, shook his arm, and said in a sweet voice, "Just say yes!"

"Heh..." Sulu rolled his eyes. "What's in it for me? I don't need gold coins or anything like that..."

"So, what about Dragon Crystal?"

Messiah's eyes darted around, and her voice lowered. "My mother also sent me with some news... saying that the Duke of Wolf Castle's eldest son is almost at Dragon City."

"Even if that wolf cub comes, he'll be the one worried, not me!"

Sulu said sternly, "Princess, you must be tired from your long journey. Please rest first... Also, you must leave my fiefdom before tonight and cannot stay here overnight, otherwise it will have a bad influence."

After seeing off the pouting Messiah, Sulu walked alone to a secluded spot. "Come out!"

Sending a princess as a messenger is a joke; there must be a 'chief envoy' as well.

As soon as he finished speaking, a person dressed in a gray robe, with an ordinary face and cat-like eyes, emerged from the shadows and bowed to Sulu.

"It's you... Nameless One!"

Sulu smiled.

"The Queen greeted the Master and presented him with a small gift!"

The man in gray, his face expressionless, bowed again and handed a lead box to Sulu.

'So the fluctuations of Dragon Crystal can be masked by lead.'

Upon opening the box, feeling a surge of Inspiration and observing the crystal in the center, Sulu pondered, "The Queen's deposit?"

"The Queen instructed someone to tell the Master that she is a woman of her word and hopes that the Master will be the same."

The Gray Robe bowed.

"I really don't understand... does Fula dislike her son-in-law Gran that much?"

Sulu curled his lip.

"The Drake Family and the Northern Metis Family have always been enemies... Moreover, the Northern Territory is too vast, occupying almost two-fifths of the kingdom's area. The Duke of Wolf Castle possesses an extremely powerful Northern Knights and can mobilize a large number of formidable Northern Territory Soldier..."

The Gray Robe said, "I've said too much; I'll take my leave."

He bowed and slowly retreated.

"This... is that a reason? Just because you possess vast fiefdoms and powerful Soldier, giving you the strength to rebel, I should suppress you?"

Sulu chuckled, "That sounds quite similar to my own experience."

"However, things seem complicated; this doesn't just seem to be the Queen's will alone."

Otherwise, she shouldn't have been able to produce this Dragon Crystal.

"But who cares? If they're willing to give it to me, I'm willing to take it..."

Sulu sealed the lead box and tucked it into his pocket. "However, I will decide the timing."

north.

A long caravan of horses entered the Golden Plain.

Gran Mitis resembled his duke father, possessing handsome, deep-set features and the tall stature of a Northlander.

"Phew... It's really hard to get used to being away from the frigid northern environment all of a sudden..."

He removed his mink cloak. "Is this the kingdom's grain-producing region, the Golden Plain, the place where I will live for the next few years, even the next decade or so?"

This time, he was not only going to the Royal Capital to marry Princess Messiah, but he was also appointed by the king as the Minister of Foreign Affairs and would remain in the Royal Capital to serve King Philetrin III.

But in reality, that's what a proton means.

"It's really... frustrating. I don't want to leave the Northern Territory, but my old-fashioned father wants to be a 'loyal subject'? Heh..."

Gran complained, "Forcing me to marry a woman I've never met, and forcing me to live in the South... Once the Icefield Wolf leave the ice fields, will they still be the masters?"

"Sir, please watch your words!"

A Scholar standing nearby immediately said solemnly, "This is no longer the Northern Territory."

Heirs of families of viscount rank or higher automatically receive the lowest possible title of nobility when they are young; however, this title is not hereditary.

"Okay... I was just complaining."

Gran stretched lazily, seemingly unconcerned. "I miss my younger brother and sister, and Linna..."

Just then, he saw a White Horse horse galloping towards him, his expression turning serious as he looked at the silver-armored knight on horseback. "What happened, Uncle Rophis?"

The arrival was none other than Baron Bia, the Silver Light, and the Northern Knights — Rophis Bia!

Gran dared not be negligent in the slightest towards this third-tier professional, and adopted a friendly and amiable attitude.

The Duke of Wolf Castle went to great lengths for his trip, not only sending a team of nearly a hundred people, but also ordering Rophis to escort him along the way.

My scout brought me some bad news...

Rophis removed his helmet and said, "We've found the whereabouts of that Sulu Potter."

Where is he?

Gran excitedly touched the longsword at his waist. "Father sent you south with me, perhaps with the intention of capturing him? I can help!"

"No, it's too late."

Rophis shook his head. "He has already been granted a hereditary title by the king, and his fiefdom is located near the great forest outside Dragon City..."

No! How could he?

Gran's eyes widened. "Didn't the king see the message we Raven carried? That's a despicable murderer! A killer who murdered a nobleman! How can such a person deserve the honor of a nobleman?"

He felt betrayed in his relationship with his father.

"The situation was said to be very complicated at the time. The only certainty was that the opponent defeated Edward, the Chief Court Swordsman, which was equivalent to the honor of winning Tournament. Therefore, following custom, he received an audience with the king and was bestowed a title... But we knew that things wouldn't be that simple. Because what he received was a Free Territory."

"Free Territory?" Gran's eyes lit up. This meant freedom, but also the loss of protection from the superior lord. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's start the war! The blood of the Snow People will not have been shed in vain!"