“In other words, you are saying that now is the best time to kill him, given that he has shown his face. Therefore, one should eradicate the seeds of any potential discord as soon as possible. Is that what you mean?”
“It is as you say. I expected nothing less of Your Majesty. Therefore, may we plead with you to dispatch Momon-dono?”
“I see. It is a perfectly understandable reason. Indeed, it is high time this Jaldabaoth was exterminated.”
“In that case—”
Just as Gustavo’s face was lighting up with joy, the Sorcerer King extended a hand to stop him before rapping his staff on the ground.
“However, dispatching Momon is still very difficult. Even if he dispatches Jaldabaoth, Momon’s absence will lead to uneasiness in our political situation and alarm the people. In that case, what should be done? If I had more time to stabilize my nation’s internal politics, I would then send out Momon — with his approval, of course. Given what you have just said, you ought to be able to hold on for a little longer, no?”
“But, but of course… may I know how long will that take?”
“Umu… Albedo, what do you think?”
The Prime Minister who had been standing by the side all this while reported to her master for the first time.
“After considering the gradual induction of demihumans into our nation, it will delay the process more than anticipated. It might take a period of several years. Yes… if we had five years, it would not be a problem.”
“Just so. I trust you have no questions?”
Five years. Gustavo tasted the words in his mouth before gently shaking his head.
“That might present some problems with respect to the time…”
“I see… indeed. I ought to have considered your country’s situation. After all, it is a request from a friendly nation.”
The Sorcerer King placed particular emphasis on the words “friendly nation.”
“Our country will do our best to accelerate the process. Albedo, what is the minimum time needed to carry this out?”
“In that case, how about three years? However, that might lead to unrest in our country.”
“That cannot be helped. We’re saving a friendly country, after all. I suppose there will be some loss of life on our part… well, metaphorically speaking.”
The Sorcerer King seemed to be making a joke, but nobody was laughing.
“...Ahem. Now then, how about that? We’ve sped it up by two years.”
He had already made a concession of two years, but even three years was too long. How much damage could occur during that time? And then, there was the question of whether the Holy Kingdom could even survive as a nation during that time — no, there was no way they could. However, if they came out and said that, perhaps even the promise of sending out Momon after three years might be rendered moot as well.
However, the possibility of the Holy Kingdom’s salvation lay before their eyes.
Perhaps she had come here for this moment. She ought to bet her life on it.
After preparing herself for death, Neia took a deep breath, and spoke.
“My sincerest apologies, Your Majesty the Sorcerer King.”
“...And you are?”
“I am Neia Baraja, a squire of the paladin order of the Holy Kingdom. I understand this is exceedingly rude, but please permit me to request your early dispatch of Momon-dono.”
The Sorcerer King appeared to be deep in thought.
“Neia! How dare a mere squire like you beg a favor of the Sorcerer King!?”
There was only one thing which came to mind when Neia heard Remedios’s rebuke.
If you must slay your squire for her disrespectful conduct, please wait a little bit longer.
“Ahh, don’t worry about it. Your name is Neia, is it not? In that case, how much earlier would you like me to send out Momon?”
“I feel that he should be sent as soon as possible, even if it only hastens his arrival by just one day.”
“And you insist on your request, even though knowing that sending out Momon will damage the Sorcerous Kingdom?”
“Yes!”
Neia bowed her head.
She had long since prepared herself to request that her Captain take her head if her words displeased the Sorcerer King, in order to pay for her sins with her life.
She closed her eyes, because she knew she might be cut down at any moment.
“Your Majesty! I sincerely apologize for my squire’s disrespect! We have never once harbored any intention of harming the Sorcerous Kingdom.”
“No, pay it no mind. As a resident of the Holy Kingdom, it is only natural to want to save one’s homeland even at the expense of others… Umu. Albedo, can we cut it down to two years?”
“I believe it would be very difficult.”
“Really now. Still — do it.”
Neia reflexively looked up at the Sorcerer KIng.
“Yes! I understand, Your Majesty!”
As she was bathed in the voice of that powerful, absolute ruler, the faint trembling in Albedo’s shoulders must have been because she was uneasy about the reckless challenge she had just been given.
“Neia… Baraja. How about two years? Perhaps it might still be too long for you, but you ought to be able to hold out so long as the southern armies remain, no?”
Indeed, two years was too long. However, she could not prevail on the Sorcerer King’s generosity any further.
“Thank you very much, Your Majesty!”
The gratitude in her voice was genuine, because she felt that the probability of her nation’s salvation had risen from just now.
After that, Remedios bowed her head.
“Thank you very much, Your Majesty! We are deeply grateful that you have acceded to our squire’s request.”
“It is fine. —Captain Custodio, you have a good woman under you. If she did not love her country so deeply, how would a mere squire dare plead in such a way with the king of another nation? ...I am not mocking her, of course.”
“No, I am certain she must be overjoyed by Your Majesty’s words.”
“Is that so. Then that will be all. This has been a beneficial dialogue.”
“—Announcing the departure of His Majesty, the Sorcerer King.”
Neia bowed her head in response to Albedo’s words.
Once again, the staff rapped along the ground in time with his footsteps, the same way it had when he had entered. Those sounds drew further away, and soon they heard the sound of the door closing. The Sorcerer King had probably left the room.
“He has departed.”
When Neia raised her head, she saw a slightly red-cheeked Albedo smiling and saying, “Then, please allow me to escort you outside.”
Neia had prepared herself to be scolded by Remedios, and sure enough, after they returned to the inn, it came.
“You! Do you know what you’ve done!?”
Remedios’s face was red as she closed in on Neia. VIce-Captain Gustavo hurriedly held out his arms and stepped between Neia and the Captain.
“Captain Custodio! A moment please! There is no denying the Squire Baraja’s actions were those of a rogue, but ultimately, she saved us a year of waiting. Is that not something worthy of praise?”
“What nonsense are you talking about!? The whole thing might go up in smoke because of her! Also, you want me to praise her for acting on her own? Are you kidding me!?”
“I sincerely apologize.”
Neia bowed her head as she apologized with heartfelt sincerity.
“—Are you really sorry for this? Maybe you were lucky this time, but can you take responsibility if things end up turning bad for us?”
“...The blame rests on your servant.”