An eerie tension formed in the Imperial Courts of the Palace once Joshua had escaped that hellhole. Second Prince Kaizen looked nervous, as if he was being chased by someone—or something. Unlike Prince Kaizen, First Prince Kiser was very calm, almost unbothered.
There were many nobles scanning the area with uneasy eyes. The atmosphere didn’t change, but it was already obvious that they all had different thoughts on the situation. Slowly, they felt a grim weight settle on their shoulders. Internally, everyone agreed that only two people could break this fugue.
Their salvation came sooner than expected.
“You’re here.”
Upon hearing Emperor Marcus’s low voice, everyone turned around.
Two men entered the room: the Prides of Avalon, heroes who had made their mark on the fabric of history, or rather two Stars among the stars that decorating the night sky.
The Dark God, Aden von Agnus, and the Sword Emperor, Geschhard kon Tremblin.
“Everyone out except Aden and Geschhard.”
“Y-Your Majesty!” Military Advisor Zegar protested.
“It’s alright.”
“But...”
“Are you forgetting who I am?”
Zegar immediately shut his mouth.
“I will obey, Your Majesty,” said Duke Prius, one of the five Dukes as he left first.
With him taking the lead, the rest of the nobles likewise made their way out. Their curiosity was driving them mad, but not mad enough to deliberately shorten their lifespans.
After the nobles had all left like a receding tide, Emperor Marcus parted his lips.
“This accident is very unlike you, Aden. Did something happen that I’m not aware of?”
“You’ve gone too far, Your Majesty.”
Duke Tremblin shuffled closer to Emperor Marcus.
“Have I gone too far?”
“Joshua is still young.”
“Don’t judge him by his age. Look at his actions: does his actions match his age?”
“He’s also going around calling himself a double-edged sword. Depending on who wields it and why, a sword can be good or evil.”
“High risk, high return. Are you saying that gambling on him might be worth the risk?”
“That’s... something,” Duke Agnus replied.
Marcus ben Britten shook his head.
“You see, there’s something we call a ‘limit.’ And your son has gone beyond it. Things that I can’t control can become a risk and might even endanger me. Especially since he can even handle demonic power.” Emperor Marcus licked his upper lip as he recalled the holy relic’s response toward Joshua. “Don’t you feel sorry for me? A genius surpassing you has appeared in our Empire, of all places, and that has become a problem for me. And even you, the person I trusted the most, is treating me like this.”
Duke Agnus quelled his emotions and gave the Emperor a perfectly expressionless look.
“You didn’t care about that at all in the beginning, did you?” Duke Angus asked.
“Huh?”
“The undead, drawing the Hubalt Empire into war, and subduing other countries by working with the Swallow Empire. Now that the Emperor of Hubalt and the Pope are at odds, the Holy Grail appears to drive the wedge home. I’m sure that’s what Your Majesty was worrying about.” Duke Agnus’s eyes sank even deeper. “That might be all, but how certain could you be that he would be a benefit to your long term plans? Rather than worrying about it, you just decided to eliminate that variable. To make Avalon shine, to make the Britten name shine.”
“Your pretty words are pushing you across the line too, Aden,” Emperor Marcus growled.
Duke Tremblin began emitting a rough, intimidating force toward Duke Agnus.
“Wouldn’t you rather use Joshua in the war, just like me?”
“Do you want me to beat Master? That’s why you deserve it. You can’t even keep your own master out of trouble.”
“You’re right...” Cain moaned.
“Also...” Icarus turned from Cain to Joshua and sighed. “I think you’ll have to delay the explanations for now... but I’ll have to hear the details eventually.”
Joshua broke out in a cold sweat.
“I’ll hear everything later.”
“Alright.”
“I have much to say. But for now, let’s decide how we’re leaving Arcadia,” Icarus remarked.
Joshua nodded in agreement. “That, I can agree with.”
“So where?” Cain cut in.
“We should leave Arcadia... no, Avalon. The Emperor’s reach extends across the entire country.”
“We can’t go to Reinhardt either.”
“I figured.”
Unlike Cain, it only took Icarus one glance at Joshua to know the complete situation.
“How about exile in a foreign country?”
“Huh?”
Cain was visibly startled.
“Why are you so surprised? No one will treat you like a hero in a country where you’re a wanted criminal. So we should leave and be in another country where we might be treated as a hero.”
“But...”
A look of concern passed over Cain's face.
“It’s only temporary. As you know, our lord is definitely not the kind of person to suffer, right?”
Cain’s eyes widened. Icarus fixed her gaze on Joshua as the latter let out a chuckle.
“Small countries like Thran and Hart are fine,” she proposed. “Other medium sized kingdoms are also fine... but the other empires...?”
Icarus discovered a smile floating on Joshua’s lips and hesitated.
“You already have a place in mind,” she realized.
“Huh?” Cain flinched and turned to look at Joshua.
“Our destination doesn’t have to be a country. There are things that I need to take care of first.”
“So what is it? Please be a normal destination this time,” Cain nervously begged.
“The place is... the Great Plains of Aiyash.”
Cain and Icarus were both surprised.
“Aiyash...”
“No way you’re serious.”
Joshua nodded.
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