The moment Demit left, Hoshino came knocking.
Knock, knock, knock.
Her knocking was so assured. Rather than calling the count's second son by name, she opened her mouth and called him "Your Majesty," startling Shang Boliang so badly that he nearly sprang to his feet before opening the door for Hoshino.
"Hyperion, investigator of the Immortal Blades. Let me see your hair."
Hoshino put on airs as she spoke. Shang Boliang let down his dazzling golden hair, and she nodded as she examined it.
"Blond hair, puts on airs, stupid."
"That's right. You're the one mentioned in the shrine's report. You want to replace Black Snake?"
Shang Boliang nodded.
He knew it. Everything was under Lady Durandal's control. He had only just made his request, and Black Snake's vessel had already been brought into Ursus.
"Everything is under the Immortal Blades' control."
Hoshino continued playing the mystic. "I'm merely an insignificant member, a B-rank investigator."
Shang Boliang did not look down on Hoshino for calling herself a B-rank investigator. He waited for what she would say next. When would the flames Lady Durandal used to divide national borders reach his side?
"I need you to spread fear and despair. When the time comes, every duke's and every count's territory will be surrounded by dead Infected, and even the capital will be no exception. If you want to take this opportunity to eliminate the hardliners, do it quickly."
"You even have necromancers?"
"Not exactly. We simply happen to have a prophet. Everything I just said will become reality before long."
Hoshino continued playing the mystic.
And sure enough, Shang Boliang revealed a thoughtful expression. He was clearly considering it.
This would greatly improve the Infected's standing. When the time came, there would be less resistance to implementing equal pay for equal