Chapter 103

Chapter 103 Your Highness Logan and Baron Padric McLean have come to visit. Let them in. Creeeeak. As the door of the office opened with the sound of age-old friction, a middle-aged man gazing blankly out the sunlit window came into view. Golden hair that once defied age now bore noticeably increased strands of white, and his taut forehead was claimed by deep wrinkles. Seeing the appearance of his master, who seemed to have aged a decade in just the few months since they parted, Logan momentarily found himself in a fluster. Master? Yes, sit down. What happened to you? Your face Its nothing more than an old man finally facing the years hes evaded. Dont make a fuss. Though he spoke lightly, the Sword Sages face was evidently strained with fatigue. The pallor of an Aura User in such a state You must have overexerted yourself investigating His Majestys affairs while under shock Lewis. My apologies, Your Excellency. Its not a concern, dont worry about it. Mind your own affairs Ah! Goodness, show me to our guest. Ah, it must be As the Sword Sages gaze shifted to Padric, who had been silently observing beside Logan, Padric offered a polite greeting. I am Padric McLean. I have heard that my unworthy son is indebted to you. It is an honor to meet Your Excellency, whom Ive always admired. Ah, I see. Baron, I apologize for not being able to welcome you properly given the circumstances No need for apologies. It is an honor just to be here in these times. I worry we are interrupting your important work. Not at all, not at all. The past week has just been a realization that this old body is less capable than I thought. Now, there are no more pressing matters. Please, sit. The Sword Sage, Duke Felix Esperanza, Grandias most esteemed knight, spoke with self-reproaching pessimism. Everyone present found it hard to break the solemn silence. Ah, have I dampened the mood again? Hmm, where were we? The McLean Family Master, before we discuss my family matters, I would like to know the current situation in the capital. We have just arrived today and know very little. Ah, yes, that would be better. Sigh Clearly, the master was not in his usual state. He always seemed to be a solid pillar in his place, but his withered appearance felt awkward and was difficult to behold. If you are tired, we can discuss this later No, thats not necessary. The national assembly will begin soon, we must address immediate concerns. What did you ask? Ah, the capitals situation. Its not good. Jordan, Juan, those damned two because of The Sword Sages cursing, rare to witness, revealed the gravity of the situation. What Logans group saw upon entering the capital was just the tip of the iceberg. Even before the official funeral rituals started, factions loyal to the first and second princes had been engaging in power struggles throughout the capital, turning the atmosphere hostile. Nobles were blatantly aligning with factions, ostracizing the opposition. They hadnt drawn swords yet, but it was virtually a prelude to war. This was the state of Grand as seen by the Sword Sage. The nation is on the brink of a split. The two Dukes who should be regulating factions and maintaining balance are only fueling the dispute. Furthermore The Sword Sage paused mid-story, as if recalling something, then clenched his teeth in anger. To think they would even pressure me into joining their petty squabbles. Crrrack. The fury in Sword Sage could be felt vividly. Master, havent you always said you would stay out of the succession fight? Yes, I have. But those damned people are threatening me with the life of the third prince. What?! Padric reacted with shock, but Logan, already suspecting as much, remained calm. So, they find the third prince, who has a claim to the throne, to be a thorn in their side. Moreover, with the prince still a minor, you are the regent Yes. Those insolent fools threatened me with the princes life. If I want him safe, they said, join their faction. Logan saw the fire in his masters eyes. He was outwardly trying to control his temper, but the air in the room was already tense. So, what do you plan to do? What can I do? Would they dare act on their threats? If they corner me with force, it would only benefit their rival. It seemed an obvious response, yet Logan thought differently. The third prince is in danger. What did you say?! Hearing the Sword Sages intention to help by talking to Jordan Waltermaim, Duke of the Second Princes faction to which Bifrost belonged, Padric broke into a smile and quickly bowed. It is a generous offer, but as I said, Master, we can handle it ourselves. Huh? Logan, too much confidence can be harmful. Its not excessive. Its entirely possible. The Sword Sage stared at his confident disciple, and then let out a bitter laugh. Alright. If things seem to go wrong, come to me. My doors will always be open for you. Ha, are you saying you would grant any favor I ask? Logans attempt to lighten the mood inadvertently brought forth a serious offer. What? Sure, do that. I owe you a favor, so if you ever think of anything, let me know anytime. If its possible, Ill honor any request. With a somewhat hollow and detached expression, the Sword Sage uttered words he would never have said under normal circumstances. It was an unexpected boon, but too large a boon for the current situation to simply accept readily. Hmm No matter how I think of it, there is nothing I need at the moment. However, if there comes a time when I need a favor, I hope youll seriously consider it. Instead of swallowing the large cake, Logan chose to prepare it for easier consumption later. While the Sage nodded weakly, a sudden commotion erupted outside the door. Your Excellency! Two supremes have visited the mansion! An astounding announcement came from the other side of the door. Supremes? The Counts Wicken Callia and Luther Kyle, sir. It seems urgent given the tension between the two, so you should see them quickly! The urgent voice of the servant broke the heavy air, prompting action from everyone in the room. * * * Never thought to meet you here, lump. Feelings mutual, bonehead. Were you seeking another beatdown from the Sword Sage? He wouldnt care for faction squabbles. Humph. Mind your own business. Hmm. So its McLean youre here for then? Ha You too? Crackle. As the two enormous figures with an imposing presence one nearly 3 meters tall and the other lean and wiry glared at each other, sparks seemed to fly, even warping the space between their seats with an eerie static. The servants of the Sword Sages house were shivering, but forced themselves to keep their places. When the door to the parlor finally opened after what felt like an eternity, the master of the house made his entrance. Boom. Youre stirring up trouble under my roof, Wicken, Luther? That must mean you want a challenge. Shall we go a round? The sharp aura that burst in with the entrance of the master filled the parlor in an instant. The two men stood from their chairs, bowing instantly. Ah! Your Excellency. It has been a while since we last met. It has indeed been quite some time. So much for respecting boundaries. Even if you dont go picking sides, at least have the decency not to do it in front of me. Have you anything left to do with me? Your Excellency, I have not forgotten the lesson you taught me last time, despite my dullness. Then? I am here not for Your Excellency, but to meet with the McLean Family, who are staying here. I came in person as I couldnt send a subordinate. For Logan? I came for his father, actually. I never intended to cause any discomfort to Your Excellency. Rivaling whirlwind blademaster Wicken Callia and semi-giant Luther Kyle, despite their imposing visages, assured the sharp-eyed Sword Sage of their non-threatening intentions. Naturally, the Sages demeanor softened slightly. Is that so? Apprentice, do you wish to speak with them directly? If possible, it would be my honor. Logan stepped out from behind the Sage with eager readiness. Logan McLean at your service. It is an honor to meet both of you, whom Ive long admired. But weve heard much about the Sword Sages disciple, however As have I, about the talented young man. Its a pleasure to meet you, but I am here to talk to the head of the McLean family. I came to speak with your father. As the Supremes simultaneously directed similar statements at Padric McLean, who followed behind Logan, they shared another contemptuous snort. Caught off guard by this development, the corners of Logans lips trembled slightly.