Chapter 9
Chapter 9
Viktor quietly allowed himself to be led away by the guards, but the impact he left behind did not fade easily.
The nobles of Ruth Kingdom, who had spent more time enjoying banquets in the capital than dealing with the war, couldn’t easily shake off the murderous glare Viktor had given them. Some of the weaker nobles, including Nikolai, were so terrified that they even wet themselves, and the stench lingered around where they had gathered.
Despite being only fourteen years old, the King had managed to deliver the responses taught to him by Vladimir Sabinkov. However, it was the older nobles who ended up showing more weakness.
Vladimir couldn’t help but feel a tinge of doubt about the path he had chosen. Regardless of his intentions, once Viktor was handed over, the power of these incompetent nobles would inevitably grow stronger.
*Clap, clap.*@@@@
“Let’s wrap this up.”
Vladimir, trying hard not to show his disappointment, clapped his hands to summon the servants, who quickly began to clean up the mess. The nobles who had soiled themselves were discreetly taken away, and the remnants of the scene were cleared.
Approaching the King, who was still trembling, Vladimir whispered the words he needed to say.
“The terms of the negotiation remain... intact. Viktor will be placed in the carriage that brought you... here.”
“...Understood.”
Erika Baumann, the representative of the Empire's delegation, bowed her head quietly, hiding a smirk.
Before meeting these people in person, she had held Viktor in high regard based on the rumors. She also viewed Ruth Kingdom as a serious rival. The Dragonia Empire couldn’t afford to concentrate all its forces in one place, so they had to handle the Ruth Kingdom with only the troops available near the border.
Even though Ruth Kingdom’s nobles were loosely aligned under the banner of aristocracy, the fact that they had cornered the Empire’s superior numbers in the war had made her cautious.
When she heard that the capital, Zabinzk, was to be the site of the negotiations, Erika had considered the possibility of it being a trap. As a precaution, she minimized the escort for her delegation and limited its members to just herself and General Paul Richter.
But now, after seeing the reality of Ruth Kingdom, all her concerns vanished. The negotiations, which had been carried out with the kingdom in a submissive stance, and the spectacle of the nobles trembling before one man—Viktor—had erased any lingering doubts.
Of course, Erika had also felt the weight of Viktor's aura, but in the end, it was the kingdom that had handed him over to the Empire.
If the leadership of this country, the ones in charge of its fate, were so pitiful as to show such disgrace in front of foreign envoys, there was little hope for them. Those who were handing Viktor over, unsure of what would happen a year from now, were the ones in power.
Ruth Kingdom was bound to collapse under its own weight.
‘General Viktor, how did you manage to survive with people like these...’
Erika marveled at how Viktor had endured two years under such leaders. Even just listening to the nonsense spouted by that noble, Nikolai, gave her a sense of the burdens Viktor must have borne.
The supplies meant for Viktor’s forces had likely been delayed or outright stolen. He must have constantly faced opposition simply because of his status as a commoner and had to find ways to mitigate the disastrous orders that came from above.
‘No wonder the Emperor took interest.’
The Emperor had only ordered Viktor to be brought back alive, but Erika hadn’t missed the flicker of curiosity in the Emperor’s eyes when he gave that command. She had thought the rumors about Viktor were just rumors, but there had to be a reason the Emperor had specifically mentioned him by name, even though he was from an enemy nation.
‘It would be wonderful if we could recruit him.’
Viktor’s unwavering gaze was fixed solely on the King, save for the moments he addressed the nobles. His loyalty was clear.
His skills alone explained why Paul Richter, who had once boasted that the Empire needed no reinforcements, had followed along so quietly after encountering Viktor on the battlefield. Even when Paul had looked at Viktor earlier, his expression held more fear and tension than anger.
Indeed, the soldiers on the walls were all glaring at the delegation. While none of them had drawn their weapons, the sheer number of soldiers staring with the same piercing gaze was enough to make anyone feel uneasy. The reality that they were in enemy territory settled in once again.
“...Let’s hurry.”
“Yes.”
Paul quickened his pace, and Erika followed close behind.
When they reached the carriage, Paul opened the door.
“...Hmm.”
“General Paul?”
He stood frozen, having uttered just one word after opening the door.
“...Ah.”
Erika rushed to the carriage and, upon looking inside, understood his reaction.
“Uh, well... um...”
Inside the carriage, Viktor sat with his body bound in ropes, his eyes closed, showing no reaction to the open door.
‘Is he that angry?’
From a distance, Erika hadn’t felt threatened by Viktor, but now that she was standing right in front of him, she became hesitant.
It wasn’t because Viktor was particularly large or intimidating. In fact, his lean build and sharp features were more reminiscent of a young noble than a general.
Yet, something about Viktor’s quiet, introspective demeanor made Erika uneasy.
“...Let’s get in, Miss Erika.”
“Oh, yes.”
The atmosphere was tense.
Erika had a favorable opinion of Viktor, but she sensed that now was not the time to say anything rash. She couldn’t tell if the nervousness she felt was due to admiration or fear.
Paul, who had once wanted to kill Viktor, had changed. On the battlefield, Viktor had shattered Paul’s forces so thoroughly that he had begun to question whether he had been bewitched by a ghost. When the Emperor assigned him to the negotiation team, Paul had seen it as his chance for revenge.
But after witnessing Viktor’s downfall in the main hall, Paul felt something strange.
He couldn’t quite place the emotion, but his desire to kill Viktor had disappeared.
Especially after seeing him sitting there, head bowed in defeat.
“...”
Careful not to disturb Viktor, Paul and Erika took their seats opposite him.
“Let’s go.”
“Yes.”
At Erika’s instruction, the coachman set the carriage in motion.
Only then did Viktor open his eyes slightly to glance at the two who had boarded.
“Gasp.”
“Hm...”
Erika, who had initially planned to start persuading Viktor right away, found herself at a loss for words when
their eyes met.
Though Viktor quickly closed his eyes again, the oppressive silence that followed lingered in the carriage long after it had started moving.
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