Minister’s point of view.
“I’m truly sorry. We have been unable to get in touch with the Royal Capital due to the recent attack on the post office…”
I was worried over what to do after hearing the staff member explained with a troubled expression.
I would like to send a letter to my wife and daughters who remain in the mansion, instructing them to flee with those who serve them…
I left the post office with the royal guard, Randolph, to figure out what to do now.
And then, Randolph looked as if he had come up with something.
“You told me earlier that the nobles have an underground passage to get out. If that’s the case, wouldn’t it be possible to get in by going through the exit?”
“The outside is camouflaged as a precaution. And I’ve never gone through it myself, so I only know the general location.”
Apologizing inwardly to Randolph, who has begun to think again with his arms crossed, I also thought about what to do.
When it comes to it, we can just enter the noble district through the front entrance, but I’m sure we will get attacked again, just like when we were leaving.
… Do I have to hand over my money and ask them to let me through?
“You have a face that is thinking about something foul, you know? Are you thinking of throwing away money or something?”
“Stop seeing through my thoughts. Other than that, how else do we enter the noble district?”
“I was thinking, how about going inside, pretending to be participating in the coup d’etat? It would be troublesome if we got caught be the knights, but that’s unlikely to happen since they don’t seem able to move freely.”
“… I see. We could certainly manage like that.”
If you want to hide a tree, you need to hide it in the forest, as they say.
So, I should prepare a commoner’s outfit I won’t stand out in as much.
“Alright, let’s prepare the clothes first. Let’s talk after that.”
I hurried with Randolph and headed to the clothing store I saw on the way.
After throwing the clothes I had been wearing into the back of the carriage I had used to get here, I left a letter for the driver.
It only said that if he wants to continue to serve me, he should come to the entrance of the forest on the west side of the city.
If he doesn’t want to serve me and doesn’t come, he will have to travel on foot to the nearest town, but I trust that man.
Randolph, who was watching from behind me, tilted his head curiously.
“Wouldn’t it be better to take this carriage halfway there and walk the rest of the way?”
“No, someone might see us. We want to reduce the chance of failure, don’t we?”
“Well… that is true, but…”
A little frustrated, Randolph, however, seemed to follow my plan and began to look at some of the luggage in the carriage, stuffing his clothes into a backpack he brought with him.
I was feeling grateful to him as we made our way through the stables and toward the stagecoach stop.
—I hope my home is safe.