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chapter-167

“You are fine with meeting him?” questioned Reinhardt, who ate a plain, unseasoned cut of beef with only water as a side.

“I am. In truth, I have a poor memory of the happenings that day,” Rose said truthfully, whose decadent breakfast meal stood in stark contrast to the Margrave’s ascetic portion. She shared the Margrave’s prominent features—red hair and red eyes. Her legs were hidden underneath the table, but her chair had two wooden wheels on the side. “What rumors spread say he is much different than when I knew him. But then, it has been near eight years…”

The Margrave leaned closer. “Are you certain? Do not push yourself for my sake.”

She gave a nod of confirmation, then picked at her food. Beside her, a gray-haired young woman with bright orange eyes ate in quiet. The three present were all part of or soon to be part of the Parbon family. A small staff of servants tended to them, while knights stood on guard at the doors. As most of the rest of the Lionsun Castle, the place was made of carved stone.

The Margrave looked down to a letter just beside him on the table. It had a wax seal on it depicting a swordfish, split from being opened. Reinhardt scanned the closing once more.

Though I support your cause, you are brash. If you end this war with no plans for what comes after, the entire realm will be shattered by would-be kings pressing whatever vague claim they might have. Winter has stalled the war. Take this time to find a proper claimant. Having an undisputed, supported claimant against King Felipe will keep the realm whole and may even attract undecided supporters to our cause. I will make no suggestions through letter, barring that my daughter has refused. I will write, however, that some rumors of grandiose feats from Mateth are truer than you might think, and those you despise may simply be misunderstood.

When things have settled at Mateth, I intend on visiting. I hope we can discuss this in further detail when I do.

Until then, be well.

Duke Enrico of Monticci

The Margrave lifted his head and let out a long sigh, staring at his daughter. His face was wrought by complexity, but he slowly fell into a smile as he watched his daughter eat.

“If you would, continue to speak to him and judge his character while he is here. Test him thoroughly. Provided he does not make you…” the Margrave trailed off, judging his daughter’s reaction to the idea.

“I’m fine, father,” Rose insisted.

“That’s good,” the Margrave nodded, then took a drink of water. “I plan on having him stay for some time.”