(EP-15.2) Do You Dream Of Freedom? #3
015 – Does A Sheep Dream Of Freedom? #3
The time had come.
I had expected that they would contact me first. Yet, when it actually happened, I could feel my heart racing.
The Lioness Family, a noble family that was second only, and even comparable, to the Royal Family.
Although it could be said that the head of the Family was Elga Von Lioness, she was in fact just the tomboy of the house.
There was actually another person who was the huge pillar that supported the entirety of the Lioness's.
“Where shall I go?”
“This way, please.”
I walked where the experienced butler guided me.
It had been a long time since I was here. Sabak- Sabak- Walking on the red carpet reminded me of my old life in this place.
It also reminded me of the Family Head, who might be sitting in the study beyond this hallway…
Knock, knock-
The butler knocked gently on the tightly closed door.
“Master. The guest has arrived.”
━Come in.
Soon, a thick voice sounded from the inside. At the same time, my tension rose to the peak.
Giik, jolkok- As the butler opened the door, I went inside the bright study and bowed my head towards the man who was sitting majestically at the wide desk.
"I, Theo Gospel, pay my respects to the Lioness Family Head, Master of Borgia, Marquis of Angmar, Chief of the Red Flag Knights, and the biggest supporter of the Royal Family, Reinhardt-nim!"
There was the sound of a hand waving, signifying me to raise my head.
As I looked up, the faint sunlit figure of the man was slowly revealed.
White blonde hair and pale skin, like the mane of a white lion, along with red eyes. He had a proud pallid nose and chin that was unblemished by any hair.
Was he over 60 years old now?
“I didn’t know that there would be a guest. My apology for my dress.”
Master Reinhardt looked at his silk robe. It was disheveled, but the muscles and scars underneath it showed what kind of person this man was.
He could even twist my neck with his bare hands right now.
Of course, he wouldn't really do that.
I hoped…
Anyway, this was Reinhardt, the Head of the Lioness Family.
A man that could even be considered as the de facto King of Angmar, similar to the young tyrannical queen Aira.
In fact, he literally looked like a proud roaring lion. If such a man was not a king, then who was?
Suddenly, Reinhardt said.
“Theo, Theo Gospel. I will just go ahead and ask. What are you up to?”
“What might you be talking about?”
“How could a rat that once escaped return to the lion’s jaws? Did you bring any poison, perhaps?”
“…….”
“If it’s some stupid trick, you better forget about it.”
Jorit, jorit.
I felt my skin crawl.
Basically, why would a freed slave come back to this place?
Unless there was a scheme, no one would ever return to the place where they lived as a slave.
As expected.
This man was difficult to deal with.
He was a different breed compared to those who slithered around for power.
My mask was torn off instantly…
However, I had also gone through many similar experiences in the past year.
I parted my lips, trying to ignore the cold sweat running down my back.
“Who would I dare lie to? However, Lord Reinhardt, I do have something to tell you. Otherwise, I would not have spent my precious vacation time here.”
I raised my head high and straightened my back.
With this, I had established an equal relationship instead of one between master and slave.
Reinhardt's eyes narrowed. He didn't say a word, but I got the feeling that he was thinking, "Hoooh, look at this punk!"
In the past, I would have peed my pants, like a mouse in front of a lion.
But now, after having spent every hour with that vicious Aira, who could I not face?
Thus, I proudly said.
“Lord Reinhardt, per the order of Aira-nim, the sole ruler of Angmar, you are no longer an inspector.”
“Did you come here for that? To take my job away? Ha, how dare you, and by what authority? Even the Queen can't just do anything she wants!”
Pajit, pajijit. My skin began to tingle.
I now knew that he was "livid." He was furious at me and Aira who had given the order.
I could physically feel it…
Seureuk.
Standing up, his already bulging muscles swelled even more. If he struck his fist right now, my skull would get smashed.
Of course, I expected this kind of reaction.
And so, I quickly took the lead.
“Instead, you will be appointed to the position of Chancellor, Cabinet Chief and Chief Minister of the Court, replacing Lord Fargas who will retire tomorrow.”
"…What?"
Reinhardt frowned at my words, finding them unbelievable.
The tingling feeling on my skin also disappeared.
Such was the position of a Chancellor.
It was something Reinhardt coveted, but could never get his hands on. I knew it all too well because it was tiresomely portrayed throughout the novel.
And now, it was about to be given to him on a silver platter.
Regardless of how lion-like a Human being was, in the end, they would have to be honest with their desires.
“You bastard, what the hell are you up to? You dare come back and mess with me now that you're not a slave?”
He even started talking informally, just the way it should be.
Reinhardt thought that a mouse was actively putting its head into the lion's mouth.
When in fact, it was his own head that was in the jaws of a giant beast!
He must be very curious about my intentions.
I then said to Reinhardt.
“I and Her Majesty the Queen may be leaving the Royal Capital in the near future. At that time, who else can protect the Capital and the kingdom of Angmar other than Lord Reinhardt and the Draco House?”
Bang- Reinhardt slammed the table with his palm.
“Absolutely not those Draco bastards! Don’t even mention them!”
As expected, you were still at odds with the Draco's, huh? The agitated Reinhardt asked while I was deep in thought.
“More importantly, you're leaving the Royal Capital? For what reason?”
“It’s still a secret. However, I will give an exception to Lord Reinhardt. After all, if you are going to become the Chancellor, you should know this much.”
I purposely cleared my throat and paused.
“…….”
A tempo break.
This was an important rule of thumb. It took me about a year to realize this.
After generating tension from the pause, I decided to increase Reinhardt's curiosity further with a build up.
“Per Her Majesty the Queen’s order, the reason why we have to leave-”
This was the first part of my plan.
A counterattack to avoid the guillotine.
It was a ‘fuck you’ to those who wanted me dead.
If this was a world where the dark hero had to hunt villains…
I would twist it and make it like this.
“-is because Her Majesty will be entering the Academy next month!”
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