Chapter 91 (1/2)

Chapter 91

The Shulz’s Tribe Chief, Raslas, turns out to be a steady-looking middle-aged man.

He has on armor reinforced with pelts, but I feel no fighting spirit emanating from him.

Nevertheless, more than a thousand refugees, huh. It seems that don’t have a decided place to go, so will they go on to become nomads at this rate?

It’s most probably impossible for Filsand to take them all in……

“Fuu.”

Since I’d expected the presence of Shadow Demons, I should have just gone straight to them and made contact.

…… And other such regrets are whirling around in my head. In an attempt to dispel them, I breath out a short sigh and slap my cheeks.

For a moment, I feel something soft on my shoulder.

When I look towards it, I see Claura’s white hand drawing back.

I see anxiety in her blue eyes, so I show her a slight nod. This kind of thoughtfulness is one of her charms, but the fact that a youngster is worrying about me shows me that I still have a long way to go.

“We Shulz will leave this land. We will also return General Damund’s eldest son, unharmed. In exchange, we request for guaranteed safe pa.s.sage through your lands, and support in the form of food provisions.”

I did say that he is not emanating fighting spirit.

However, there is no begging going on here. Despite being here in Castle of Fort.i.tude, deep in enemy territory, the Tribe Chief shows not a shred of fear in his face.

Damund is the Duke of Filsand’s name. Calling him by name, and his t.i.tle of ‘General’ from before he received his duke peerage is probably his meager means of displaying his pride.

In normal times, ‘guarantee of safe pa.s.sage’ is no big deal. But now, when a Legion is roaming rampant, it means the Duke must mobilize some part of his military to make that happen.

I can see how it makes sense to offer the life of the Duke’s eldest son, Balzard in exchange here.

“Fun……”

But in contrast, the Duke is looking at the Tribe Chief with cold eyes, as if he is looking at mere garbage.

His eyes are such that he probably would have already executed the Tribe Chief if he hadn’t promised me that he would retrieve his son and look after his children.

“You burglars, doing what you please……”

“If you wish to leave, no one will stop you.”

The lined up va.s.sals are also making no effort to hide their contempt and hatred of the Shulz. Although it was the Duke’s side who had been the invading side, it seems that living here for 20 years has led them to think of Filsand as their own land.

“......”

Among the uniformly grim looks on all of the va.s.sals’ and knights’ faces, the second son Agbeil looks the worst off.

He had been convinced of the death of his elder brother Balzard, and moved accordingly to a.s.sa.s.sinate his younger sister Elizabel. Now that he knows that that brother of his is still alive, I can’t even imagine how uncomfortable he feels.

Then again, unlike the eldest son Balzard that I had yet to meet, and also the Elizabel whose general nature and abilities I’ve grasped, I honestly have no interest in him whatsoever.

“What do you say, General…… no, Duke?”

The Tribe Chief calls on the Duke with a face fil

led more with sadness than frustration.

By purposely calling Damund ‘Duke,’ he is implicitly offering to also acknowledge his sovereignty over Filsand as the previous inhabitant of the place. This move shows that he is quite good as a negotiator, but his atmosphere and the contents of the negotiation do not seem to match.

It seems the Duke is of the same opinion.

“You said your name is Raslas? Those terms, it was Balzard who suggested them to you, right?”

“Wh-?! No, that is not the case.”

It is one thing to have courage, but it seems that this is his limit as a mere Tribe Chief.

He does not have the ability to deceive the eyes of a villain whose eyes have been cultivated on innumerable battlegrounds. He hurriedly shakes his head, but that’s already enough as confirmation.

“It’s that weak son of mine that we’re talking about. Instead of getting away by himself, he offered himself as a negotiating chip to try to protect you all, right?”

“U, uu……”

If the Duke’s words are indeed true, then it means his eldest son Balzard is trying to cooperate with the Shulz tribe. In order to protect them, no less.

The move seems a bit imprudent as an important person of the Duke’s side, but is he doing this because he is the kind person that Elizabel told me about?

“But, hmm…… Margils-dono!”

“What is it?”

As I am thinking to myself while looking upon the people in the command room, it seems the Duke has reached some sort of conclusion. Called upon all of a sudden, I quickly redirect my attention towards him.

“As you have heard, a Legion of more than 5,000 Shadow Demons is approaching our Filsand at present.”

“So it seems.”

“This can even be called a small-sized Bleed. Normally, a force this size is enough to wipe out one or two castles or fortress cities with ease.”

“D-, Duke-sama……?”

“What are you saying?”

The Duke’s candid acknowledgement of the hopelessness of their situation causes those in the room to be astir.

It seems the Tribe Chief is also having trouble following along.

“But with you here, everything is different. Can I rely on you for this?”

Even in this situation, he is trying to bring me to his side?