Chapter 511 - v3c290The Meetup
Marquis Yoakam stood in the corner, watching Brendel and Freya leave the place. “Who’s that woman?”
“She seems to be a knight that serves the princess, my Lord.”
“That must mean that Count Yanbao is siding with the Royal Faction, doesn’t it? Are they trying to outplay us under the tables?” he furrowed his brows. It seemed like he still thought of Brendel as the true Count Yanbao, and that this move really threatened him.
“It’s just Yanbao. Why are you shaking in fear?” A hoarse voice came from behind him. He turned back to look at its source, only to see a bearded man. He recognized the person to be Count Vitokin from the Black Blade Squad, and also Count Seifer’s number one follower.
“Marquis Yoakam,” there was a kid with bright lips and white teeth next to the count, bending down politely to the marquis. Yoakam looked at the boy who was radiating an aura that resembled a soldier, with sharp eyes like a soaring eagle.
Marquis Yoakam fidgeted, You’re-
He did not answer Count Vitokin’s question. He may not be afraid of Brendel, but he was fearful of Archbishop Wood who backed the boy. But he smirked in his mind, I’ll never tell this old brute about it. On the contrary, he smiled widely, “Cecil? I had thought that you would not come today. I will not forget the days when we hunted together, back in the Grey Mountains. That scenery, that atmosphere…it’s totally better than the Royal Family’s hunting grounds! When can I come to visit you once again?”
But there was no one better for the throne beside her now in Aouine. Brendel was a lazy person himself. He just wanted to help Aouine overcome the calamity and not let the cataclysm back in the game to happen once again. I just hope that this Kingdom can survive for at least one or two hundred years. That shouldn’t be a problem, should it?
For anything beyond that, he had never considered anything of the sort. There would be a rise and fall in everything, and he believed that nothing lasts forever. He just wanted to make up for the regret he had back then, and in truth, he wanted to explore the unknown world.
“To begin with, I want to thank you for your rescue this morning, Mr. Brendel,” Princess Gryphine said, breaking the silence in the study room. It was a mellow and reassuring voice, “It is really difficult for me to say that. You’re not affiliated with the Royal Faction, but you’re still giving us so much aid. I never had the chance to thank you, and now that I say it out, I’m truly sorry for that—”
“Your Majesty Princess Royal.”
Brendel opened his mouth by reflex. He noticed how she, as well as the others, were shocked. Brendel realized his mistake: it wasn’t until Haruz became the King of Aouine that she got the title of ‘Princess Royal’. And that meant it was really inappropriate for him to address her with it right now.
Although the other members of the Royal Faction seemed to find his choice of words odd, they saw it as though he had agreed with Haruz becoming the king, and that he had sided with them. It was a taboo to be affiliated with no faction in politics, and the way he displayed his alignment with the Royal Faction pleased the others, including Makarov and Fleetwood who always seemed to disagree with him.
This youth is truly wise. To have come up with such an interesting way to declare his standing, they all thought.
Brendel did not realize that his mistake would lead to that many misunderstandings, but he smiled bitterly and continued, “I did use Princess Royal’s name back in Trentheim. And I hope you can forgive me for that.”
“Is that it?” Gryphine’s mood turned better. She smiled, “But thinking back, I don’t really know you well. I did hear that you’re a Highland Warrior, is that true?”
Brendel nodded.