「What kind of Lord casts away the Citizens? If the Lord runs away and abandons the Citizens, he wouldn’t be welcomed by the Citizens of the other cities.」(Georg)
「What are you talking about!? The Citizens will abide by the winner! Even if we incur their displeasure for a while, we can make them yield as we like!」(Noble)
「That’s right! Even if it’s only a lip service, we can survive! First we survive, then we can think about this later!」(Noble)
Hearing the nobles who were thinking about nothing except for their own safety, Georg let out a sigh.
「……In the end, you critters are really cute. Now that I think about it, you are people of that kind of sort, after all. Really…… Even though we only haven’t had any battles with foreign enemies for just awhile, it had brought forth this many rotten roots. As expected, so that the young bud can sprout, the rotten tree must be eradicated.」(Georg)
「Duke Carmine? What are you talking……」(Noble)
Disregarding the nobles that became confused by the sudden change of his ambiance, Georg looked at Beowulf.
「Beowulf, do as we planned.」(Georg)
「! ……As your wish…」(Beowulf)
Beowulf raised his right hand and suddenly soldiers with drawn swords stormed into the room and surrounded the nobles. With twenty, no, thirty swords pointed at their faces, the nobles, who didn’t dare to make any movements, finally understood what Georg had planned. The soldiers stripped them off their weapons and made them wore 『Slave Collar』s.
「This is, what this means Duke Carmine!」(Noble)
「It can’t be! Duke Carmine! You planned to offer our neck to King Souma and beg for your life!?」(Noble)
「I-Injustice!」(Noble)
「You bastard! You are filth, Georg Carmine!」(Noble)
Even at this kind of situation, the nobles were still speaking these words that made Georg let out a sigh of disappointment once more.
「It’s disappointing that I have to join forces with you…… Take them away.」(Georg)
The soldiers took the restrained nobles out from the room. As there were those who were still resisting, the 『Slave Collar』s that they were forced to wear had the master set to Beowulf, so the collars wuldn not constrict their necks and rob them from their consciousness. Even when they couldn’t be seen anymore, their abusive curses at Georg could still be heard from the corridor. After they couldn’t be heard anymore, finally Georg felt that a great burden had been released from his shoulder.