Chapter 123: Audience

Chapter 123: Audience

Meanwhile, the atmosphere in the banquet hall was reaching its zenith.

Although it was served as a thirst quencher, after a few glasses of the effervescent drink, a mild buzz set in, and the murmuring voices grew loud enough to overpower the music as time went on.

In this chaotic space, Hugo dealt with individuals who approached to forge connections.

Its been a while, Sir Hugo.

A man in ivory formal attire greeted him with a refined gesture. He spoke to Hugo as though they hadnt seen each other in ages, but, regrettably, Hugo couldnt place his face.

Good to see you

Nevertheless, considering he might have simply forgotten the man, Hugo responded with caution.

Hugo didnt have an exceptional memory, and he often forgot unimportant individuals with ease.

Usually, Eldrina, who adeptly navigated social settings, would manage such interactions, but this time, she had inexplicably delegated the task to her daughter Siriel.

The noticeable absence of Eldrina.

Yet, this didnt leave Hugo at a disadvantage.

Thats Count Posse, the second brother-in-law of Duke Ermens.

Just as he was about to confront an awkward moment, his daughter provided him with a clue.

After that, things became easier.

Count Posse. Its a pleasure to meet you in such a setting.

Did you remember me?

The counts demeanour in his ivory suit visibly brightened at the mention of his name.

I heard you successfully concluded the recent expedition. My heartiest congratulations.

It was fortunate that it ended without incident.

While continuing the dialogue, Hugo surveyed the room. Despite having spoken to many, even more were waiting for a chance to engage him.

Why are so many people seeking me out?

Hugo experienced a wave of lightheadedness.

These kinds of social functions really arent my scene.

A sentiment he had often entertained, and it became more pronounced with each passing moment.

Artificial illumination. The overpowering fragrance of perfumes. Crowds of people. Boisterous conversations.

- I considered thrashing someone.

What?

Suddenly, his sharp hearing caught some swearing, but Hugo didnt have the energy to pay attention to it.

At gatherings with alcohol, brawls caused by intoxication were common, and Hugos mental energy was already at its limit just from dealing with the man in front of him.

Speaking of interesting rumors

Count Posse, like Hugo, paid little attention to the commotion he had just noticed. Hugo erased the existence of the distant uproar from his mind.

I heard that your daughter is also enrolled in the academy, is that correct?

Yes, thats right.

Theres been quite a stir at the academy recently. Have you heard about it?

What do you mean?

Hugo replied with a question, conscious of his daughter standing behind him.

Theres a rumor that the daughter of the Schtrauser family and the son of General Bos were beaten up by a classmate, resulting in a broken nose.

A boring story.

He thought thus but didnt show it.

If the rumor is true, thats really unfortunate.

He just wanted to end the conversation politely.

Yes. But fortunately, a healer was called immediately, and they were treated without a scar.

But the man, either clueless or naturally a gossip, started getting more excited about the story.

Theres another interesting piece of news. It seems there was an incident in the sparring class where the second son of Count Schreier and the grandson of Baron Karl suffered broken arms and legs.

Hmm?



I didnt witness it myself, but I heard about it from Count Elgar.

Thats a relief.

Austin deliberately adopted a relieved expression. He had to.

My blood pressure hasnt been great lately. Its better if fewer people remember that embarrassing moment.

Thats a wise perspective.

The man, who placed a high value on saving face, was not primarily loyal to Austin but to the empire itself.

Such a hassle.

Nonetheless, Austin couldnt afford to lie outright to the man.

His comment about the man not witnessing the incident was false, but the fact about his unusually high blood pressure of late was true.

Austin knew he needed to weave just enough truth into his conversations with the man.

Count Boland was from the Ajani Duchy and, five years prior, had brought news of his brothers removal from the royal family.

He presented himself as a sorcerer from beyond the desert, yet a separate letter from Henry described him as a renowned monk from the Ajani Duchy. The idea that he held a title was almost amusing.

However,

Count Boland, while not entirely trustworthy, was the most competent person Austin had at his disposal.

Here, being competent meant something very specific.

If you asked this man about the wind, it generally happened.

He said he didnt want to be discarded like his brother.

He said he didnt want to die.

He said he couldnt die like this.

And finally, he said he wanted to become the emperor.

Since Boland, like a magician, always found a way, Austin had to use him, despite finding him suspicious.

But

It seemed there was no avoiding the feeling of uncertainty, the weariness in dealing with him, and the dizzying sensation in ones head.

Feeling his eyelids heavy as if weighed down with lead, Austin wanted to end the conversation quickly.

I must wrap up this conversation soon

Your Highness.

At that moment, feeling as if his heart would stop, a wrinkled hand suddenly gripped Austins hand tightly.

There is something I must advise.

What is it?

Was it because of the tight grip? Austin felt his eyelids lighten. The heavy sensation like lead disappeared, his mind cleared, and he felt at ease. Whenever he held Bolands hand, Austin felt as if he was walking above the clouds, free from his cursed body.

Completely natural, without any sense of discomfort.

Austins consciousness focused entirely on him.

Looking at Your Highnesss condition, you might die before the emperor at this rate. It would be wise to adjust the intensity of the Ju-gu (curse tool).

Is it that serious?

Austin furrowed his brow and handed over a staff.

The staff given by Count Boland after Austin wished to become the emperor. It was said to be a tool that consumed the users life force to prey on others lives.

Click-

Boland twisted the handle of the staff, detaching it from the column.

Your Highnesss blood pressure, not to mention your complexion, is not normal. Ill adjust the amount. Hmm Lets remove about three pinches.

Boland, tilting the white body of the staff, seemed to remove something with his hand.

-Ts-ts-ts

The sound of something falling onto the table.

However, Austin couldnt see it.

Chilling to the bone. Its right in front of me, but invisible

The sorcerers gestures, performed in thin air, appeared as nothing more than skillful hand movements, making the deception easier to accept.