Chapter 40.2: The Train Heading Towards Spring (2)
He, who occupied a seat in the Seven Great Noble Houses, which encompassed two marquis and five counts, was more famous as the main character of romance stories than the lord of the count’s family.
His original wife, whom he married, was a commoner named Mia.
Count Crowl, despite opposition, accepted Mia as his wife, and this became a story that moved the entire kingdom.
But reality wasn’t so rosy.
No matter how firmly Count Garick Crowl held on, having a commoner wife was quite a weakness.
The Royal Intelligence Service data given to Cain dealt with the story after that.
He was constantly opposed by the nobles under his command, and every time something happened in the territory, they all blamed Mia.
At first, Garick sincerely blocked such attacks, but seeing Mia being ignored even by the servants in the castle, he tried various things and eventually took the daughter of a certain baron as his second wife to resolve the situation.
That was Arian Crowl.
The conflict between the commoner first wife and the noble second wife must have been enormous.
However, since it was a story within the closed walls of the Count’s Castle, even the Royal Intelligence Service couldn’t know the details.
“Did something happen to her health?”
“Unfortunately, yes. She’s been ill for a few years now, and she hasn’t regained consciousness and has been bedridden.”
Orphil’s joy was visible.
“So, Lady Arian had no choice but to step forward and take care of the Count’s Castle. Of course, once Lady Mia wakes up, she will step back again.”
He even hinted that it would never happen.
Oleciren barely managed to hold back a chuckle at Orphil’s transparent inner thoughts.
“Count Garick must be heartbroken. Since I happen to be meeting him with Sir Cain, I should prepare a gift.”
At her words, Orphil’s face hardened.
Even if he didn’t reveal it, he couldn’t lie in front of the princess, knowing he would be caught soon.
He rolled his eyes like a broken doll and said.
“He was so heartbroken that, unfortunately, he has been suffering from an unknown illness recently.”
“An unknown illness?”
Both Oleciren and Isoel naturally assumed that it wasn’t an illness, hence the unknown name.
“Yes.”
“Have you called the priests?”
“That……”
Of course, they wouldn’t have.
The priests of the Holy See are more sensitive to poison than disease.
If the healthy Count Garick suddenly fell ill, logically, poison would be the cause rather than illness.
And the one who would benefit the most when Mia and Garrick couldn’t get up.
Arian Crowl.
As the inside story of the Crowl Count’s Castle poured out like a fountain, Oleciren was about to shrug it off.
When she was organizing what to say to Cain, Isoel asked Orphil in a low voice.
“What happened to the child?”
“……!”
Orphil’s eyes widened as if they were about to tear. He was genuinely surprised.
Isoel looked at him with cold, unreadable eyes.
“I heard that Lady Mia has a child.”
Oleciren was also slightly surprised and looked back at Isoel.
This was because the Royal Intelligence Service information stated that Garick and Mia had no children.
Orphil hurriedly picked up the cold water placed in front of him and replied.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. A son? Don’t the two of them not have children?”
“I never said it was a son.”
Isoel retorted coldly.
Woo woo woo—
An aura that seemed to draw a sword at any moment flowed from her.
Oleciren, who knew her background, trusted her more than the foolish Orphil.
“Isoel.”
However, the situation wasn’t good.
It would be better to speak at the Count’s Castle than to waste time on someone like Orphil.
Both Orphil and Isoel, who were also showing their spirit, scattered their momentum, and peace returned to the tense dining car.
No, it seemed to come for a while.
Bang—!
A roar erupted from the back door, and the black-painted dining car door crashed to the floor with a thud.
“Cough, cough—”
The other people in the dining car quickly bent over and moved away from the sudden acrid smoke.
Isoel instinctively stood by Oleciren’s side.
“Or—phil—!”
A child’s voice.
“I’m back. I, Rude Crowl, the true heir of the Crowl Count’s Castle, am here!”
“What—!”
Those who were trying to escape turned their heads for a moment.
The violent wind cleared the smoke in an instant, and there stood a young boy with red hair.
It was Rude Crowl holding a stone in his hand.
“Lies.”
Shhh.
Orphil, after examining his opponent, drew his sword. And walking towards the boy, he said to Oleciren.
“There are sometimes those who make unreasonable demands because Count Garick’s story is so famous. He’s a child who came to the Count’s Castle and caused a disturbance before, but I can’t believe he came all the way here.”
Thud—!
He stepped on the floor of the train.
In an instant, the carpet moved, and the tables, chairs, and dishes crashed loudly with a crash!
Orphil dashing through the gap and the self-proclaimed Rude Crowl facing him with a bomb in his hand and a hardened gaze.
Isoel clenched her teeth.
She wanted to step forward, but her mission to protect Oleciren was her top priority.
“It’s okay.”
At that moment, Oleciren said, putting a hand on her shoulder.
If she had looked back, she would have seen a black light flickering in Oleciren’s gray eyes.
“He will come.”
Wheezing—!
Orphil swung his sword sideways as if he would cut off his opponent’s neck, even though he was a young boy.
The boy, Rude, threw a stone. His two eyes kept staring at the stone, and his mouth opened.
—Boo…!
No, to be precise, he tried to open it.
“You’ve been doing dangerous things since you were little, Bomberman.”
“Ugh!”
The strong hand of the youngman who appeared behind Rude covered his mouth.
Clang—!
A black blade, as if forged in the night, struck the floor of the train. And then it split Orphil’s flying sword in half.
“You too.”
It was Cain.
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