The hastily assembled diplomatic delegation of the Caletta Empire to the Perseita Empire consisted of four people.
First, the diplomat was Rustica Gennes, a former knight’s ace but now incompetent, notorious as a gambler and drinker; the escort and acting officer in the diplomat’s absence was Aldwin Rochester, a nobleman and knight of the empire; and there was also another escort and a servant assigned for odd jobs.
“Ah, the Emperor’s grace is truly outrageous.”
Grumbling to himself, Riga looked over the people, who seemed like they would abandon the diplomat and pack up to return at the slightest provocation. Aldwin, brimming with ease but ignorant of propriety due to his nobility, volunteered, so another escort must be watching Riga.
“Lady Barkova.”
“Sir Gennes.”
The nodding woman, with ordinary brown hair and as tall as Aldwin, had a very solid and stylish physique. Eliza Barkova, she too is a member of the Empire’s knights.
Riga had often encountered her before leaving the knights and even worked with her. She was exceptionally skilled, agile, and excellent at stealth. In other words, she could act as an assassin.
Hmm, an assassin.
No one knows who might be secretly assassinated. Riga knew very well that he might be included.
“From head to toe, a faithful servant of His Majesty the Emperor. Perfect. Fantastic.”
With thoughts he would never voice, Riga marveled alone.
“It’s been a while.”
Eliza greeted him with a bit more sincerity.
“That it has. It’s been a while.”
Nodding, Riga looked at the servant standing next to Eliza.
“What’s your name?”
“Martin.”
Though a servant, he was a palace attendant with a fair education, and strictly speaking, since he was an attendant, it was appropriate to see him as the Emperor’s man. In the end, they were all just watchers of her, though their assigned tasks varied. It was obvious.
“Take care.”
Rapidly representing the Caletta Empire, Riga, hastily thrown into a bath and emerging, had donned quite respectable attire. With a glossy cape and overcoat, stiff boots, neat gloves, and a calm manner of speaking, she looked quite the diplomat.
But everyone here knew. Rustica Gennes was obsessed with gambling and alcohol and was an utterly useless hasbeen.
Martin, who would know all this, at least appeared to bow his head in respect.
“Shall we set off?”
The only thing she could trust was the hidden treasure she had always cherished.
To anyone’s eyes, the diplomatic delegation, commanded by the Emperor to die in the land of demons, mounted their horses.
“Open the gates!”
Perhaps as soon as they pass those barrier gates, their heads may fly off. To be thrown in like this without any information. Riga’s eyes, with a hollow smile, saw the barrier beyond the gates.
“Well, I didn’t know anything when fighting in front of the barrier either.”
The knight who refused to just cut down demons in front of the barrier has become a hasbeen and is now heading to an enemy nation. The slowly walking horse did not stop, only facing forward.
The heat on her back indicated that the Emperor was watching this party from afar at the palace.
Riga did not look back. She never looked back at her hometown, which she had returned to after 4 years. She left abruptly, as if she had come here just a few hours ago.
A chilly wind blew from the wideopen barrier gates. The atmosphere near the barrier, where the knights were still tightly on guard, was only tense. The knights saluted them.
“They seem to know they’re going to die.”
Aldwin muttered. That salute was their last respect and farewell.
“Are you prepared?”
“Why should I prepare? I’m going to live well.”
Aldwin had fought in battle for several years, so he couldn’t be optimistic because he had never faced danger. Yet he possessed a strange confidence. Well, his situation was different from Riga’s, so it was natural.
“A few ambassadors have come and gone over time. Judging by the atmosphere, it doesn’t seem like we’ll pull out our swords and lose our heads right away.”
“Ah, is that all?”
Riga’s casual tone made the reality of the situation more palpable. The delegation, armed with nothing more than blind faith, moved onward into an uncertain future.
“That’s not enough. Anyway, the intention is to open doors and interact from now on, we won’t mess up the first time.”
“They might start another war.”
“Hey, they’ve been looking down on our country all this time, and now that they’re outmatched, they’re suggesting interaction.”
That was an utterly Calleta Empirecentric way of thinking. I thought he knew something, but he really doesn’t know anything at all.
Roo, or Rustica Gennes, passed through the field where she had fought for her life. As she stepped closer to the wideopen barrier gate, the tension rose.
She passed the magicians and knights who were guarding near the door for the last time. Reading the fear, pity, and relief in their eyes that it wasn’t them going there, Roo turned her head.
What was visible beyond the wideopen gate was a straight road.
“Can we go like this?”
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