Dirac did not believe that this so-called Prince Chris was genuine.
As the former master of ceremonies at the Bagnia court, Dirac knew the royal family's genealogy better than the other Bagnia nobles did. He scoffed at this so-called Prince Chris.
Dirac knew that the royal family's youngest prince had been sent to the Bohemian Empire as a hostage long ago. There had been no news of him for years; he might well have died already.
Even if he were still alive, how could he have returned to the Kingdom of Bagnia?
Thus, the Prince Chris who had ambushed him last night had to be a fake.
He had heard that the Retalia Empire intended to intervene recently, so this force must have been backed by them-or simply consisted of Retalia soldiers in disguise.
This meeting was therefore a trap, an operation Dirac had arranged to kill the false prince and defend the honor of the Bagnia royal family.
The two Full-Armor Knights were not his trump card. They were merely decorations meant to draw the enemy's attention. His real killing move lay elsewhere.
But now, when Dirac saw the young man in the Green Coat and Wool Hat with his own eyes, dressed in that rather peculiar fashion, his certainty wavered.
What the young man wore did not matter. What mattered was his face, his bearing, and his presence... The resemblance was uncanny.
Dirac looked Chris up and down, studying him for a long time before letting out a long sigh. He raised his left hand from beneath the table, held it across his chest, and bowed slightly.
"Your Highness, it is an honor to meet you."
Count Dirac's bearing was elegant, and the etiquette of his voluntary salute to Chris was impeccable.
Chris, whose status was theoretically higher