“The reason I’m leaving you alone is because you still have Use value, Elder.
So do not test my patience.”
The Saintess uttered the Chilling words with a composed expression.
“And what if I keep testing it?
If you kill me, the Revolution you desire can never be achieved.”
The moment Darc was touched, numerous big shots who follow him would be mobilized.
Not just the various Knight Commanders of The Empire, but even the Chiefs of each institution.
No matter how powerful the Saintess, she wouldn’t be able to brainwash all of them at once.
However, Ange was not an obedient prisoner either.
“If you block my path, I will make your beloved family kill each other.”
The air in the Office grew very cold.
A situation where they were brutally poking at each other’s Achilles’ heels: revolution and family.
The atmosphere, which seemed ready to explode at any moment, finally subsided thanks to the Office door opening.
“You’ve all been quiet.
That’s really good to see.” “…”
Clea, who followed behind, flinched for a moment.
As a former Elite Knight, she got goosebumps from the Killing Intent that had just filled the room.
“Clea, the Black Tea for the Elder.
The apple juice for Ange, please.”
While the Adjutant set up the tea, I plopped down in the Seat of Honor.
And, looking at our Time bombs With satisfaction, I said,
“The reason I’ve called you two here is for a simple message.”
Ange chewed on the straw stuck in her apple juice with her Fangs.
Elder Darc took a sip of Black Tea with a dignified expression.
“As you heard today, Her Highness, the Princess’s army may come for a Surprise Inspection in the future.” “I know.
I’m exempt from surveillance anyway, so I won’t have to worry.”
As Darc spoke calmly, Ange chimed in.
“Same here.
Tell them to come if they’re confident enough to enter my Solitary Confinement Cell.” “Of course, I’m not particularly worried about either of you.
However, I am asking you to refrain from any Impulsive behavior for the time being.”
I was smiling brightly, but my gloomy eyes were coldly serious.
“Especially, please refrain from things like personal revenge.
It makes me a suspect for no reason.” “Well.
Isn’t it a good thing, since you’ve made the Princess indebted to you?”
The Saintess Ange said softly, gazing at me intently.
This is all your fault.
Of all times, you had to kill them all right when I had scheduled a duel with The Holy See…
Come to think of it, she might have secretly given me the Treasure Sword to frame me as the Culprit.
Since I would be found Not Guilty anyway, she used me for her revenge.
Of course, it ended up being a good gift.
Moreover, the Princess had even given me her Office address, telling me to contact her separately.
It’s a good start, having obtained end-game equipment and Personal Connections so early in the Regression, but…
When my eyes met Ange’s, she gave a beautiful eye-smile like a red crescent moon.
As if she knew in advance that things would turn out well.
No, as if she was planning to resolve it herself even if things didn’t go well.
“Thanks to that, you got the Treasure Sword, and also the dagger stuck in your inner pocket.” “Are you talking about this?”
“Yeah, it suits you.
With that gloomy image of yours.” “It’s nothing special.
I was just lucky to get my hands on it, I suppose.”
I didn’t bother showing the whole dagger.
I just slightly lifted the Sword Hilt from my Uniform’s inner pocket.
“Derek, by any chance, did the Princess give you that sword?”
Ange showed a strange amount of interest in that sword.
Her Red Eyes opened as beautifully as a Full moon.
“I’m curious as well.
It seems like a rather fine item.” “It certainly looks like a sword I haven’t seen before.”
Darc also asked implicitly.
It was the same for Clea, who was organizing the Ledger from a distance.
At everyone’s persistent questions, I naturally took out the dagger and showed it to them.
“No, it’s just something from my family.
I just received it when I left home.”
It’s actually the first Black Knight Commander’s item, but nothing good will come from saying so.
It’s like a Holy Grail to the succeeding Black Knights, so it’d be troublesome if rumors spread that I have it.
Because I don’t want to draw any more aggro from outside the prison.
“I usually keep it hidden in a special box, I just carried it today.”
The Saintess’s wide-open eyes returned to their half-moon shape.
As if satisfied that it was something he already owned.
“I knew it.”
However, Darc, the oldest one here, was the only one with a blank expression.
“What’s wrong, Elder?” “It’s nothing.
It just seems like a good sword.”
“Well, it is a Family heirloom, so it must be a good item.
Haha…” “I heard you were a Disowned Child, but I guess your father at least gave you one thing.”
Fortunately, the atmosphere suggested the second Interview was also wrapping up smoothly.
With the talk about my dagger over, the prisoners returned to their respective rooms.
Both of them looked to be in quite a good mood the whole way back.
“As expected, there’s no way a blind Person in Power like the Princess would recognize the value of the Prophet-.”
Ange chuckled lightly and lay down on her Solitary Confinement Cell bed.
And, she spent a pleasant afternoon with the White Crow, her contact, perched on her finger.
It was the same for the Great Elder who returned to his Prison Cell.
He let out a snicker, even though the dagger he had just seen was not a gift from the Princess.
Because he had found out even better information.
“The dagger of the first Black Knight Commander is in the hands of the family’s Disowned Child…”
The blonde old man took out a Cigar and put it in his mouth for the first time in a while.
He had quit smoking, but it felt as if the Ambition of his youth was reignited after a long time.
“This isn’t a Disowned Child, but a Child secretly raised with great care.”
The Minster Count Family is a family famous for assassination.
And in such a place, they gave the Assassin’s Holy Grail, Commander Lin’s dagger, to The Youngest?
The Great Elder thought that Derek wasn’t simply buying a government post, but was an Ambitious person aiming for the Headship.
“I should summon the Count and ask him directly.”
The This Old Man took out a quill and a top-grade scroll.
With the Cigar in his mouth, he began to write a letter in a flamboyant script.
The contents being a summons for the head of the Minster Family and his sons to this place.
The letter was addressed to the father who had ignored his youngest son and the brothers who had bullied him in the past.