When they're with each other, they're much more powerful.
The men of the Altmaier family, who had come to their senses, spoke up quickly, their cheeks flushed.
Their eyes glittered like children's.
Jurgen landed in spite of them and asked Val.
'What do you think, Bartolomeus? 'How is my arm?'
Seeing his master with plenty of room to spare, he raises his hands in the air as if to say he's done for.
''You don't seem to be tired at all, and you haven't fallen too far. It's great to see you still maintain your strength at your age. I take my hat off to you.
Hmm.
Jurgen sniffed but didn't seem to be fazed.
Meena wasn't the least bit tired, but nothing about her was surprising.
'How's your master's strength?'
It felt less like a rumor.
Asked by Val, Meena gave an airless reply, and Jurgen's shoulders twitched.
'That's because we can't get serious here. If our master gets serious, Westphalia will collapse.''
I'm sure you do.
She did not deny Val's words.
He could say that she was only giving a foolish response.
But he understood that she had indicated that she had no intention of being polite or respectful to her mentor.
'You're stubborn in a weird way, dude.
It's in my nature.
She loosened her mouth, glad that Val had gotten the message.
'I see. So this is Wilhemina. I could see that His Majesty was having a hard time handling it.'
Jurgen said with a disgusted look on his face.
'You're the only one who can hold his reins, Bartolomeus.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm really making things up as I go along, Master.
Val has a pathetic way of saying it because he's the one he's dealing with.
'I have,' he says, 'or this woman wouldn't even be living in the Empire. Otherwise, this woman wouldn't even be living in the Empire.
Jurgen seemed to have gained some understanding of Meena's personality from the history so far, and he stated it emphatically.
''Hmm, well, good. As long as this woman doesn't cause any harm to the Empire, that's fine.''
As long as I live, I will never let that happen.
Val promised his master.
'Aye. 'By the way, what happened to all those guys other than Ortovine and Zelgius? Hugo and Justin are supposed to still be alive, right?
He replies to Jurgen's question by looking back at his memories.
'They say he's disappeared. They don't even know if he's in the country or not.'
Yagamiaki was under no obligation to inform the country of his whereabouts once he retired.
Still, it was Oltovine who had reported properly, and Zelgius and Jurgen were only living in a place where it was easy to get information.
And all three were confirmed dead.
''Well, Hugo and Jurgen won't be of much use to us, so there's no need to worry about them.
In the previous generation, Jurgen was the strongest, and Hugo and Justin were fighting for eighth place.
It may be that he doesn't care, but Val and the others don't.
''We're short of people anyway, so I'd like to have the strength to fight alone.
Then don't do it now.
Jurgen replies curtly.
'There's no way it will work if we start with a glaring lack of resources. Waiting for the right moment is a noble strategy.'
That's for you to decide, Your Majesty.
Val shrugged.
'I suppose. Maybe I should give you some advice.'
Jurgen crossed his arms and began to think seriously.
It should have been the celebration he needed in the imperial capital, but the conversation took an unexpected turn, and Otto hurriedly interjected as the conversation took an unexpected turn.
''In the midst of your pleasantries, I'm very sorry, but is it correct to say that today's banquet is now over?''
It's the equivalent of running away, but it's not shameful.
In the place where the Eight God Teru are discussing national strategy with each other, it was not something that a nobleman, even if he was the head of the county family, could talk about.
''Ah. ''You've come a long way today, Bartolomeus, Wilhemina.''
We're done with this.
After thanking Jurgen for his words of thanks, Bal and Meena leave the Altmaier house.