"Form an alliance?"
King Bors asked.
"That's right. I've already erected a barrier.
Until this conversation ends, none of the topics or details discussed by the five of us will reach a sixth person, unless someone deliberately reveals them to the outside world.
The three of us came to Benwick to form an alliance with you two."
"Why?"
"Having one more friend is better than having one fewer. It's that simple. Both of you are formidable warriors and would naturally make excellent allies.
Besides... neither of you actually has the confidence or ability to win this war, do you?
I can guarantee that if the three of us join the fighting, your current disadvantage on the battlefield will be trivial."
Sovell spoke with confidence, and naturally, he had the strength to back it up.
To King Bors, however, that confidence was arrogance.
"Oh? So confident? I'd be very interested to know where that confidence comes from. A soundproof barrier doesn't prove much."
Beside him, King Ban immediately rebuked his younger brother for his reckless words:
"Bors! Don't be rude."
"I'm not being rude, dear brother. These people were sent by that good-for-nothing Aurelion.
We've been fighting for two months, and as our liege lord, he hasn't made a single move. To put it crudely, he hasn't even let out a fart.
Then he suddenly sends these three along, who knows what he promised them, and now they're secretly inviting us to form an alliance. It's hard not to suspect some other scheme."
Aurelion was the name of the King of Brittany.
Faced with such insults, Sovell and Artoria could conceal their displeasure, but Kay could no longer stand listening.
"You bastard!"
Shing!
"Brother Kay!"
The instant she heard a sword being drawn, Artoria inwardly cursed, then turned with lightning speed