Count Zeke Ementraut had been feeling somewhat restless lately.
Ever since nine days ago, when he had followed that person's instructions and hinted for his men to find trouble for the Reformist Faction's newly promoted Lieutenant General, he had discovered that the forces under his command were being investigated by the Raven Beak Forces. Even his daily movements had been placed under surveillance.
And it seemed it was not just the Raven Beak Forces. Even the Royal Guard, which had always been responsible solely for palace security, had begun investigating the truth behind that framing incident.
This discovery filled him with unease and panic.
Because he could not be certain whether these signs were William's doing.
At the same time, he was confused and astonished.
After all, in his view, since that person had instructed him to handle this matter, they should have perfectly erased all relevant traces.
This situation should not have arisen.
Yet, strangely enough, the Royal Guard had still traced it back to him.
That was clearly far from normal.
"So, was I discarded as a pawn by that lord? Or did they reach some new deal with William?"
Combined with the Cabinet's secret meeting several days earlier, where they had agreed to establish Imperial Military Intelligence Section Five, and the subsequent Parliament incident involving the three-way division of interests among the three factions.
Zeke vaguely felt that he had been drawn into another political vortex, and his heart grew even heavier.
He now somewhat regretted taking the initiative to participate in what should have been an insignificant political targeting operation just to demonstrate his loyalty to that person.
"Lord Zeke, are you all right? Why do you look so pale?"
At night, inside a carriage traveling along the streets on the outskirts of Ereno, unremarkable on