The Vastness of Magical Destiny-Chapter 198 - 3 The Culprit
Chapter 198: Chapter 3: The Culprit
Chapter 198 -3: The Culprit
The soldiers, standing in formation, remained motionless on the dock, while the busy traders and workers consciously cleared out of the area.
Although no one knew why the Lord’s Guard had suddenly appeared, seeing a yacht with a noble’s insignia sail into a private dock that had never seen a vessel before gave the common folk a rough idea of what was going on—some high-ranking official must be paying a visit to Caucasus.
The merchants and dockworkers were disinterested in these events. As long as you paid your taxes, no one bothered you here, and the merchants were more interested in profits, while the workers needed to earn money to support their families. It seemed nobody cared who came to Caucasus; those were concerns for the Lords to ponder.
Ilot, sitting atop his horse, watched the docked yacht that for a good while showed no sign of disembarking anyone. As an aristocratic child himself, he understood the significance of the mark on the ship. Komer had already been informed by a message from Ugru that two Royal Successors and Princess Tracy, daughter of Duke Homer Philip, were to inspect Caucasus and would be landing at Mattdam.
These maggots!
Even though Ilot was of noble birth himself, he had never had any love for the title. To him, it had brought no honor; all glory had been snatched away by his older brothers. When he had left his family, the only thing he took with him was his mother’s love; beyond that, he had no further attachment to his familial home.
This was one of the principal reasons he had not hesitated to leave Cyprus with Komer and come to the harsh land of Caucasus.
While Ilot knew the Royal Family members from the messages, he was not familiar with them; however, Tracy was all too familiar to him. Hadn’t Boss fallen because of this bitch? And hadn’t he and Puber also been implicated and exiled from Cyprus?
This bitch had the audacity to come to Caucasus, and what’s more, together with her fiancé, her future husband. It was a blatant provocation to Boss’s limits, and Ilot couldn’t fathom what the other party was trying to accomplish.
But the messages from Boss showed nothing unusual. Ilot refused to believe that his boss could completely bury the love that had once been so profound. Though Boss had changed a lot over the years, Ilot always believed that at heart, Komer was still the same man who had once joined him in reckless abandon.
Dismounting and setting aside his helmet under his right arm, he walked briskly forward and stood erect at the edge of the dock. Ilot disliked this somewhat cumbersome gear, which wasn’t in keeping with his preference for freedom in combat, but situations like routine inspections and lining up to welcome honored guests demanded he make an effort. To defend the dignity of Caucasus, appearances had to be maintained.
With the noise of pulleys, the yacht’s gangplank was neatly lowered from the side and perfectly placed on the special steps of the dock for disembarking guests. Two servants had already swung open the cabin door. Leading the way out was Prince Hoffman, the kingdom’s third in line to the throne, followed by his fiancée, Princess Homer’s Tracy, and finally, Princess Renta stepped lightly onto the deck.
Though he didn’t recognize her, Ilot was quickly able to deduce her station from her attire, not to mention the beaming Tracy standing beside her.
“Ilot greets His Highness Prince Hoffman, Her Highness Princess Renta, and Her Highness Commandery Princess Tracy,” his resonant voice carried faintly across the dock.
“Ilot, is it really you?” Raising her eyebrows in surprise and with a flirtatious glint in her eye, the woman’s gaze lingered on the vigorous man before breaking into a charming smile. “My, it is you. Are you here to meet us?”
“Lord is already awaiting everyone in Ugru, and Ilot has been ordered to escort you there,” he replied, sounding both responsive and strictly businesslike. Ilot’s deep gaze settled only on Hoffman in the lead.
“Oh, so this is Knight Ilot? I’ve heard a great deal about you. Seeing you today, it’s true that your reputation is well-deserved,” Hoffman said with a chuckle, smiling as he stepped off the boat quickly.
After a flawless knight’s salute, Ilot also offered his respects to the two ladies who followed.
In the Blue Continent, only those with the status of Squire or above could offer the knight’s salute to honored nobility. While in Caucasus, due to a particular quirk of the Lord’s, such formalities weren’t emphasized, Ilot dared not show any disrespect in front of others.
Ilot’s domain was a small village, and he had never visited his fief in the far North, but this did nothing to impede his status as a knight.
“My Lords, a horse-drawn carriage is prepared for you. The conditions are modest; I ask for your understanding,” he said courteously on the surface, but the inherent detached coldness of a knight was unmistakable, sparking curiosity in both Hoffman and Renta.
They were well aware that this young knight had never had a personal issue with them, and given that they were royal successors, it was unlikely that he would display such hostility without cause. The only explanation seemed to lie with Tracy, who—like them—had lived in the same city and might even be an acquaintance.
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