The Naming of the Night
Marquis Doug was on the verge of collapse as he faced the minor nobles.
Marquis Borton stood aboard the Fifth Princess's airship, watching with a grin. "What a relief. They just had to rush to drive me away, and now they're the ones left holding the bag, huh?"
Qing Chen stood beside him without saying a word, because only he knew that the burdens left for Marquis Doug went far beyond this.
There was also one particularly deadly burden.
One capable of killing a marquis of the Kingdom of Roosevelt without spilling a drop of blood.
In the dungeon of Outpost Base No. 9.
The six giants were still murmuring to one another in a strange language, plotting something.
Every now and then, they glanced at the guarding soldiers and secretly listened to their conversations. Those giants who could understand translated for the others, and they searched for any useful information.
But to their disappointment, the soldiers were discussing things like "the new commander taking office" and "the previous commander digging a huge pit for the new one." There was no mention of the Giant Dynasty.
There was nothing they could use, either.
The soldiers stayed far away from the steel gate and refused to go near it no matter what. Even when delivering meals to the giants, they sent robots instead, giving them no opportunity at all.
Moreover, Qing Chen had deployed additional personnel here, doubling the guard force.
At that moment, one of the guards, Francisco, walked in carrying six cups of coffee. Smiling, he said, "Brothers, coffee's here. The cafeteria's coffee is pretty good today. Ever since Marquis Borton cleaned up the base, even the food has improved. Praise Marquis Borton. Cheers."
The other five guards raised their cups and drank. "It's