The next moment, the flap of the temporary tent lifted, and Julie, the Count of South Los's Chief Swordsman, walked in with a smile. Her towering height far exceeded ordinary human limits.
There was joy in that smile.
And a hint of...
Something strange!
Moreover, the moment she entered the tent, the Chief Swordsman's gaze fixed directly on Arthur, who lay there.
Hmm?
What has this fellow done now?
With her pipe between her lips, Malinda narrowed her eyes. After glancing at Arthur, she looked straight behind the Chief Swordsman-three cloaked figures entered, concealed behind her extraordinarily tall, powerfully built frame.
Young Lissop!
Despite the cloak, Malinda recognized the figure leading them the instant she saw him.
Why had he come to South Los?
In an instant, countless possibilities raced through her mind.
After all, South Town had suffered what could only be called a disaster just last night.
Lord Lissop had been stabbed.
South Town had also been thrown into chaos.
Only that morning, her scout had given her a detailed report: more than twenty percent of South Town's buildings had been blown up or burned down, and preliminary estimates put the deaths among miners, residents, and others at no fewer than five hundred.
Under those circumstances, Young Lissop should never have been able to leave South Town.
Even if Young Lissop had no right to inherit Lord Lissop's title.
He had, after all, truly inherited the Coal and Iron Mine!
If only to ensure that mining could resume smoothly, he would have had to keep up appearances.
Unless...
The title!
Young Lissop had inherited the title!
Almost instantly, Malinda guessed the answer.
Young Lissop had exchanged part of the Coal and Iron Mine's proceeds for the right to inherit the title... no, to make it hereditary!
*Had he