Thursday, September 4, 2025

[WN] Jitsuwa 3-Domedatta : Chapter 109


Chapter 109

(Kyle Calendar Year 507: Age 14)

Schemes in the Royal Capital


Translator : PolterGlast


As summer approached, those planning to enroll in the academy began to gather in the Royal Capital. Flora, Margrave Hastburg's daughter, also arrived in the capital with her father and was preparing for her enrollment.

 

"Simultaneously with your enrollment, we plan to announce your engagement to Lord Darek here," the Margrave stated.

 

"Yes, Father. I've been looking forward to meeting Darek-sama."

 

Seeing his beloved daughter's overflowing smile, the Margrave's heart ached slightly. He was using his precious daughter's marriage as a tool in political strife. And he knew that she and Darek would inevitably be drawn into the unavoidable conflicts of the Royal Capital.

 

"As a noble, born into a house that influences the future of the Kingdom, you will endure hardships from now on. But we must secure this country's future with our own hands."

 

"Father, being born into the Margrave's house means being born under such a destiny. My older sisters, too, have married into other families and are admirably fulfilling their duties."

 

"From now on, various schemes and baseless slanders may torment you. You may even resent me, your father, for throwing you into such a maelstrom."

 

"I am able to marry the person I myself desire. That alone makes me happy enough. Please, do not worry so much. Together with Darek-sama, I will admirably fulfill my role as a pillar supporting the Hastburg family and this country."

 

"I'm sorry..."

 

The Margrave apologized with just a single word to his daughter, who responded with a strong, determined gaze, utterly unlike her usual demeanor. A lot of emotions were put into those short words.

 

 

Similarly, in another part of the Royal Capital, those who called themselves the Restorationist Faction, possessing their own intelligence network, gathered to discuss their future actions.

 

"Nevertheless, it was a blunder to fail in bringing him into our fold and making him our lapdog."

 

"Ah, that rascal! Ever since he returned late last year, he's become as docile as a leashed puppy!"

 

"The invitations from our subordinates who infiltrated the academy, and the coquetry from noble daughters—the monkey showed no reaction at all!"

 

"Someone must have put a collar on the monkey; what an utterly unnecessary thing to do..."

 

Four of the six men in the room spoke in turns about a certain man.

 

"So, what do we do? Isn't he about to announce his engagement to the Margrave's daughter?"

 

"Well, there's no point regretting the past. The Margrave himself desired to take on a new source of discord. For now, that should suffice."

 

"So, how's your progress?" One of the two who hadn't participated in the conversation spoke to the other man standing beside him.

 

"Yes, it's progressing smoothly. Sometimes, the straighter a tree grows, the easier it is to entwine it. Now seems to be the time to meticulously spread our roots and intertwine with the branches."

 

"Big words are fine, but you should be well aware that, ordinarily, a mere viscount like yourself wouldn't even be able to participate in this meeting." One of the four who had been leading the conversation sneered venomously.

 

"Yes, I understand. I am grateful to the Count who recommended me, and it would be a profound honor if my house could serve as a vanguard for your far-sighted schemes."

 

"And how about the other one?" The Count, who had recommended him, pressed the question.

 

"We are proceeding with preparations cautiously. We are currently weaving our web so that the arrogant one will caught in it like a spider's web."

 

"Unlike the monkey, he doesn't reveal his hand much. He's also sharp-witted, so be careful in dealing with him."

 

"I gratefully accept Marquis's advice." The man bowed solemnly.

 

"By the way, I hear a peculiar envoy recently visited the King?"

 

"Their faction has kept that information secret. We can't grasp the tail, so we don't know the details."

 

"We can probably infer, but if it's true, it cannot be overlooked."

 

"Ah, for that would give them time to gather strength."

 

"Then, we shall continue our investigation and begin solidifying our position within the royal court to ensure our will is carried out," the man called Count replied, and the meeting concluded.

 

 

The next day, in the King's audience chamber, with everyone else dismissed, two people conversed.

 

"Margrave, accompanying your beloved daughter to the Royal Capital for her enrollment—your doting nature is quite apparent."

 

"Your Majesty!"

 

"I understand. Using this as a pretext, it's about the letter from the other day, isn't it? There are bothersome individuals here. This audience, too, is likely seen by others as merely for obtaining permission for the engagement."

 

"Yes, Your Majesty, precisely so. Regarding the fortress to be built on the border, and also the other matter, I humbly request Your Majesty's approval..."

 

"The first matter... should be no problem. Even if there are those who oppose it, I can push it through with my authority."

 

"Then, the other matter?"

 

"That is the difficult one. There's also the matter of the previous rewards I granted. Many complain that it was an excessive treatment for a mere frontier Baron. However, I too have my own thoughts, and I am currently devising a plan for it."

 

"Then!"

 

"Do not rush. I have spoken with Gouras as well. He was quite reluctant, but the conclusion will come after that plan proceeds."

 

"Understood. Your Majesty's profound foresight extends beyond my imagination. If you could share even a glimpse of it, I would be at ease."

 

"You, too, must have heard about the envoy from the Empire, yes?"

 

"Yes, Your Majesty, though I do not know the details..."

 

"Since this concerns you directly, I permit you to read the letter. If this matter is mishandled, it could alter the future of the Kingdom. Examine it thoroughly, and I wish to hear your thoughts."

 

The Margrave read the missive from the Gryphonia Empire, handed to him by the King.

 

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The Gryphonia Empire proposes to put aside past resentments with Kyle Kingdom and conclude a truce treaty.

 

As a token of friendship, we wish to exchange (repatriate) prisoners captured by each side in the recent campaign, making it a bridge of amity.

 

The Empire, having more prisoners to return, is prepared to pay compensation (ransom) to the Kingdom in accordance with the number.

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The gist of it, along with the sender's name: Gralt von Gryphonia, Third Imperial Prince of the Empire, felt slightly off to the Margrave, not just the content of the letter.

 

"A missive from the Third Imperial Prince, who is in charge of the southern front, rather than the First Imperial Prince...?"

 

"Indeed, the struggle for the imperial succession continues unabated over there. They must have various circumstances on their side. I hear that the Third Imperial Prince's army has now taken over the southern border defense, replacing Margrave Goth, whom you defeated."

 

"The Third Imperial Prince's army?! I hear they are no less, or perhaps even more, elite than the First Imperial Prince's Imperial Guard. This is... troublesome."

 

"Well, if their entire army were to turn this way, it would be a serious matter, but they also have various troubles on their side. That's why this missive."

 

"So, what are Your Majesty's thoughts?"

 

"Before reaching a conclusion, there are two things I wish to confirm. One is to hear the details of your plan, and the other is to hear your thoughts on the missive."

 

"And the other?"

 

"That is the plan I just mentioned," the King said, smiling mischievously.

 

"Only Gouras knows about this matter. If it leaks, various troubles will arise. We are proceeding in secret, setting up the stages so that by the time they realize, it will be too late."

 

The Margrave, upon hearing the King's "plan," was astonished.

 

"Your Majesty! That's...! Surely not such a thing..."

 

"Your reaction is the same as Gouras's. If so, those who plot in the Royal Capital surely won't be able to imagine it."

 

The King laughed gleefully.

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