Turning Chapter 805

Chapter 805

"While it's one thing that my father finally arrived, the situation became quite noisy with the arrival of an uninvited guest."

"An uninvited guest?"

"It's the youngest son of the Diarca family."

'What? Kiolle?'

He had heard that Kiolle was coming to represent the Diarca family and the Imperial Knights. However, who could have predicted his name would appear here, alongside Duke Herne?

'I was wondering why there was no news of his arrival... What's going on?'

Like Yuder, Kishiar also seemed intrigued by this sudden turn of events, his eyes narrowing in curiosity.

"Hmm, the youngest prince of Diarca, you say? I know him well. It's quite interesting that he has come with Duke Herne. How did that happen?"

"I heard they met by chance on the way to Charloin. His original lodging was arranged by the Imperial Knights, but once my father learned of this, he felt it beneath our Herne dignity to let him stay there, so he offered our own accommodations."

So, the idea of a member of the four great ducal families staying in lodgings provided by mere knights was distasteful to Duke Herne, who held a status akin to a ruler of the south.

"The problem is the prince of Diarca didn't seem too pleased with the arrangement. But what choice did he have, once my father intervened? We're dealing with the aftermath of his decision."

"Even though he insisted on a different lodging, he continues to stay as a guest?"

"Yes. My father has given strict orders."

With that, Myra let out a sigh.

"My father often acts unpredictably. It might be about maintaining the face of Herne, but I sometimes wonder if he suspects some other motive from the Diarca family."

"Really? Why do you think so?"

"The prince of Diarca and his servants sometimes act quite suspiciously," Myra's lips twisted even more than before.

"It's hard to pinpoint, but they certainly seem strange. Yet, in some ways, their words and actions might be deliberately misleading, as if to hide their true intentions... It wouldn't be surprising if my father accompanied him out of suspicion."

'Hmm...'

Yuder picked up on several things from Myra's words.

First, Duke Herne didn't consider that his hospitality might be unwelcome.

That even the stubborn and foolish Kiolle had to succumb and be dragged here as a 'guest', and that the bold and decisive Myra had to bow her head in front of her father.

Lastly, he seemed quite adept at politics under the guise of fickleness.

'The fact that Kiolle is up to something strange... that's nothing new.'

After all, it's Kiolle da Diarca. Since he’d be attending the Second Prince's funeral, he’d soon find out the reason. Yuder had no worries regarding Kiolle.

'Anyway, I've never had a clear idea of what kind of person Duke Herne is since he's never shown his presence... I should gather as much information as possible now that I have the chance.'

While Yuder was lost in thought, Kishiar smiled calmly and offered comfort to Myra, saying, "Oh my, you've had quite the trouble."

"So, has Duke Herne's health improved considerably? I'm concerned that he might be in poor health, especially with his child's funeral approaching and the grief it brings."

"Yes. As you said, his grief is profound. So much so that he spent an entire day collapsed in his chamber, with a constant stream of beautiful women tending to him. I was quite worried about any unseemly happenings that might be observed from outside."

Though their conversation seemed exceedingly polite on the surface, neither Kishiar nor Myra spoke with genuine sincerity. From Myra's elegantly veiled sharp tone, Yuder could vividly sense how much she resented her father's behavior.

'Anyone would feel the same if their father, upon the death of a sibling, preferred the company of women in his chamber and left others to handle the aftermath.'

After discussing a few simple matters related to current issues in Charloin, which Myra's party and the Cavalry were jointly handling, Kishiar extended his hand first, exchanging a light farewell with Myra.

"Despite your busy schedule, I am truly grateful that the Lady herself has taken the time to personally deliver this news. I shall certainly attend, accompanied by my assistant."

"You flatter me. As the one who so brilliantly uncovered the unjust death of my brother, you undoubtedly deserve to be there more than anyone. I believe my brother would have been deeply grateful if you were to visit. Please do come and witness Ashrav's final journey."

After saying this, Myra placed her hand on her chest, preparing to bow gracefully, but suddenly staggered as if dizzy.

"Ah..."

Despite her maintained composure, her fatigue was evident, impossible to conceal even behind her veil. She seemed to have suffered more than ordinarily.

Seeing this, Kishiar gently stroked his chin and signaled to Yuder with a glance.

"It seems she might collapse if she were to leave just like this. Assistant, could you arrange for the Lady to visit the medical unit before she departs?"

"Understood."

"No, I am fine, really..."

"Don't refuse. If the Lady's health were to deteriorate, it would become our concern. The skill of our pharmacists and priests from the capital is extraordinary, so you need not doubt their expertise."

Myra seemed to think it was an exaggeration but sighed and expressed her gratitude.

"Then... very well. Thank you for your consideration."

Yuder supported Myra and stepped outside with her. As they walked, he summoned a gentle breeze to cool the sweat on her forehead, causing Myra to look around in surprise.

"What's this? A breeze indoors?"

"I summoned it. My apologies for not informing you in advance. If it was unpleasant, I apologize."

"No... No, it was actually quite refreshing."

Myra looked at Yuder with a mix of relief and wonder. In her eyes, Yuder recognized a familiar curiosity, one he had often encountered in his previous life. He decided to open the conversation.

"Do you have any questions about my power?"

"Was it that obvious?"

Myra's face flushed slightly.

"I heard that manipulating the wind is quite difficult, even among mages, so I was surprised at how easily you did it. Is it difficult to control your abilities?"

Compared to the many impolite questions he had received, this one seemed genuinely innocent and even endearing. Yuder shook his head in response.

"Using this power is as natural to me as moving my arms and legs. I have never found it difficult."

"That's remarkable... I heard you could manipulate the forces of nature, is that so?"

"Yes."

Myra asked a few more questions. During their conversation, several members passed by, greeting them. Among them was Kanna, who was escorting someone shrouded in a robe.

'Hmm... The covered figure, could it be Hosanna?'

As they drew closer, indeed, the robed figure revealed red-skinned hands and a limping leg. It was Hosanna.

"Hello, Lady Myra. Yuder, hello to you too."

"Right."

Myra nodded silently, acknowledging Kanna's greeting. Hosanna, who was lightly grasped by Kanna's arm, seemed frightened, hunching his shoulders and almost hiding behind Kanna.

"Why are you out here?"

"I was feeling a bit claustrophobic working underground, so I came out for a walk. The weather's nice today, isn't it? We'll be heading back soon. See you later."

Kanna, realizing Myra might not fully understand but ensuring Yuder could, succinctly explained their reason for being outside before cheerfully disappearing. Their appearance hardly suggested someone taking a prisoner for a walk.

As they neared the medical unit, Myra finally spoke.

"That was a face I haven't seen before. Was that member from the capital?"

"Yes. That's Kanna Wand, a Deputy Commander of the Cavalry."

"She looked about my age and seemed fragile, yet impressive."

"An Awakener's abilities are not limited to physical strength. And the standard for fragility is relative, just like with Kanna. She is one of our members with the strongest abilities and willpower."

"..."

Myra fell silent, lost in thought. Yuder wondered if he had been too blunt, but her voice, when she spoke again, was softer.

"You're right. I've always disliked when people judged me as fragile based on appearances, yet here I was doing the same to someone else. I appreciate you making me realize my mistake."

"It's not..."

"Whether an Awakener or not, one shouldn't judge based on appearances alone. You're correct."