Ⅶ
Viscount Windsor spoke hurriedly.
The Marquis of Einhaas smiled brightly.
"Everything is under control."
After the Marquis gave his assurance, Viscount Windsor headed into the Manor-she needed to tell Ross the good news.
She and he had waited far too long.
The Marquis of Einhaas and the three barons, along with the four other barons, remained outside the Manor gates.
They needed to give Viscount Windsor some time alone.
Though that was a privilege afforded to ladies.
But Viscount Windsor...
Counted too, surely!
Leondese thought this to himself, then glanced at Darnell, Yakaz, and Lalia beside him-the four of them had come out of the same barracks.
Their fathers had come out of the same barracks too.
And their grandfathers?
They had fought in the Seven-Year War together.
Then died in battle together.
So the bond between the four was anything but ordinary.
Even though peace, and the need to cooperate with the ruler of the Einhaas Fief, had created certain "rifts," at this moment they remained as close as ever.
They could even communicate through their eyes-
Leondese: People might die this time.
Yakaz: When don't they?
Lalia: The point is, it wasn't us who died before.
Yakaz was a stern-faced middle-aged man, while Lalia, by contrast, wore a relaxed expression.
Darnell's silence did not mean he had nothing to say. The lord was worried about his son.
His son's talent was poor.
Although he possessed [spirituality], he had no chance of ever achieving an awakening.
That was far too cruel for his son.
Without [spirituality], he could have stayed away, but possessing [spirituality] without being able to command true power was sheer torment.
So he had come this time.
With his life as the stake!
Heber, the Blood Drinker!
This was his chance!
Drawing a quiet breath,