servants, and I hope you will join us.”

“Is that so?”

Otto was invited to dinner by the officials of the Orth estate and attended the banquet.

The banquet was also attended by members of Iota’s guard, including Camille.

“Have all of our knights attend, heavily armed.
In full armour.
Have the soldiers stand by.”

“In full armour?”

“I think we’re going to have some fighting.”

“I see.”

That evening.

“My lord dines.”

Otto attended the banquet with the utmost hospitality.

“My lord,” A man said, “my name is Michael, and I am in charge of the administration here at the Orth estate.”

The middle-aged man, who introduced himself as Michael greeted Otto.

“I see… you’re all dressed in your armour.”

“Yeah, well.
It came to that, hahaha.”

Otto smirked, scratching the back of his helmet.

“This friend here is Camille, the head of the knights, and he insisted on wearing armour because he’s so suspicious, so I decided to let him.”

The moment.


A tendon sprouted on Camille’s forehead.

‘When did I do that, huh?’

He flinched as Otto made him look like a suspect.

Wasn’t it Otto who had asked him to come in full armor?

“It’s only natural as a knight, of course.”

Michael smiled.

“It’s all to keep my lord safe, isn’t it?”

“It’s just that he’s so suspicious and cowardly, I don’t know what else to call him.”


“What is it? You’re being meddlesome and annoying, and your loud squeaky voice is driving me to death.”

Otto scolded loudly, even though Camille was right next to him.

He said it out loud for all to hear.

Tremble! Tremble! Tremble!

Camille was outraged by Otto’s treatment of him, but he endured it patiently.

The banquet began with Camille’s trash talk.

“What do you make of Lord Condor’s departure?”

“It’s his decision, so we can’t do anything about it.
Isn’t the estate in shambles?”

“It is.”

“There is a new lord here, and we can only honour your service.”

Otto enjoyed the banquet, chatting with the man called Michael about this and that.

Then he said.

“But no matter how many times I think about it, I find Lord Condor too pathetic.”

A chilling silence fell over the banqueting hall at Otto’s words.

The eyes of all the officials, servants, and maids of the Orth estate at the banquet were fixed on Otto.

“Why do you think so?”

Michael asked Otto, rather, smilingly.

“Not willing to surrender and give up the land.
Because if we fight, you’ll lose.
So you’re taking your chances by abandoning the estate and pretending to run away?”

“Is that so?”

“If you were going to leave, you would have surrendered neatly and handed over the authority.”

Otto took a drink of wine as he said this, then looked back at Michael.

“It gets ugly when a man pushes too hard, and he should know how to give up peacefully.”

“It gets ugly… it gets ugly….”

Michael repeated, echoing Otto’s words.

“Why don’t you give up cleanly? Condor?”

Otto said, turning to Michael.

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