That morning, outside Bahamut Town, a carriage escorted by three hundred guards slowly made its way forward. "Rustle!"
Inside the carriage, Sellviya listened to the sound by her ear. Dressed in a black formal gown, her red hair hidden beneath a loose wide-brimmed hat, she looked every bit like a true noble lady.
Yet the fingertips of her gloved right hand unconsciously tapped against the armrest beside the carriage table, while her wine-red eyes narrowed slightly.
She recalled how, that morning, Tom, acting as the baron's secretary, had informed her that Baron Hardman was bedridden with a cold and requested that she, his "daughter," negotiate with the Imperial Army outside town in his place.
Combined with the strange magical fluctuations from last night, as well as the report from her subordinates that the western wall of Bahamut Town had been destroyed and more than half of the baron's guard force had mysteriously vanished that morning—
Sellviya only needed to run it through her mind once to deduce what had happened.
So their Baron Hardman had not only failed to gain a single advantage during his first clash with John Maslow last night.
He had instead been frightened out of his wits by the man's reckless behavior?
After realizing that the other party even dared to strike a noble like him, the baron had been so terrified that he no longer dared to personally carry out their prearranged surrender negotiations and lure the enemy into Bahamut Town?
"What a useless old fool!"
Sellviya sneered disdainfully. Based on the underhanded methods he had used within Bahamut Town in the past, she had originally regarded Myka Hartman as a ruthless man, which was why she had remained especially wary of him.
When he proposed that she negotiate on his behalf last night, she