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"So, you two managed to thwart both assassination attempts?"
"Yes."
"And tomorrow, you'll uncover the spy hidden within our family? The one who was among the assassins who tried to kill me today?"
"Yes."
"And then you'll stop this meaningless war?"
"Yes."
"Is all you know how to say is yes?"
"No. It's just that you keep repeating what I've already said."
"Ah... is that so? It's just such a shocking story."
Jenny leaned back against the chair.
"Assuming everything you say is true. What can I do to help?"
"Just allow us to attend the meeting tomorrow morning."
"That's it? Then you'll take care of everything else?"
"Yes."
"Fine. I'll trust you for now. You are the saviors of my life, after all. However, if you attend the meeting tomorrow, you'll have to prove that what you say is true."
"Does your family have someone skilled in torture?"
"Torture?"
"Yes. Even if you find the spy, nine out of ten will die while being transported or imprisoned. That's their way of cutting off loose ends. We need to get a confession at the same time as we find the spy."
"...Alright. I'll arrange it."
The next day, morning.
Arundel County Headquarters Camp.
Count Thomas Arundel shouted.
"So, you're saying that the Marino Empire bastards across the sea dared to kill the fifth son of the Arundel family? And their henchman has already infiltrated our family as a spy?"
Davian was wearing a completely opposite expression to Count Thomas.
A calm and cool expression, as always.
"Yes. He's here right now. He couldn't miss the morning meeting, curious about how much of yesterday's events were discovered."
Davian's words were enough to throw everyone gathered in the camp into chaos.
That the war, which stained the river red with fierce fighting, was merely due to the machinations of a third party.
And that they created a fake gold mine and killed the youngest son of the Arundel family for the cause of war.
And that the spy who did all of this is now in this camp.
One of the knights, his beard white, shouted in place of Count Thomas, who was trembling.
"You villain! How dare you speak so carelessly in this place! Can you take responsibility for what you've said so far! What made you think we'd fall for your absurd words!"
Floyd, one of the Arundel family's oldest loyalists.
Jenny Arundel carefully examined Floyd, who was shouting.
'It's not old man Floyd. He served my father even before I was born, so he can't be a spy.'
Floyd's influence here was second only to Thomas, the head of the family.
Floyd's roar caused a stir inside the camp.
"Isn't that right? How can we believe what that kid suddenly said? Isn't he the one who Byzant sent to confuse us?"
"That seems likely. Maybe the Byzant bastards confirmed the existence of the gold mine? So they sent him to spread false information for sure."
"Even if we're on the periphery, this is a war between two baronies with huge powers. It's not something that a few spies can come in and control at will."
"We need to tie him up right away and find out why he's doing this."
Then, Latia, who had been standing still and looking around at people, stepped forward.
"I'll vouch for him. Davian's words are all true."
Jenny Arundel clicked her tongue, watching the scene.
'What are these guys...?'
This is the middle of a battlefield.
The head of the family lost his youngest son to the enemy, and the family's history could change depending on the outcome of this war.
Moreover, today is the day to decide whether to launch a full-scale preemptive strike.
In this grim and oppressive atmosphere, Davian calmly asserted his claims without changing a single expression or tone.
That alone was surprising enough to leave her speechless, but now Latia, who had been quietly beside him, confidently stepped forward and said that she would vouch for Davian's words.
There was not a single trace of intimidation or fear in her confident expression.
"And who are you, girl..."
Latia cut off Floyd's words in a firm voice.
"I am Latia Meridiem. The eldest daughter of the Meridiem Duchy, here, Davian Norn. The Norn County's..."
Latia's voice, which had been firm and resonant, suddenly petered out.
Latia, who quickly turned her head, looked at Davian and whispered.
"Hey! Davian. What number did you say you were?"
Davian shook his head.
"Ugh... third."
"Oh, I got it."
Latia's voice became loud and firm again.
"I hereby vouch for the truth of the words of the third son of the Norn County, with the honor of my family at stake."
Silence fell inside the camp.
"The... the eldest daughter of the Meridiem Duchy?"
Of course, she was just a student without a title who was not even an adult yet, but the prestige of the Meridiem Duchy was enough to make anyone hesitate to speak carelessly.
And it was enough to prevent anyone here from shouting at Davian anymore.
Thomas Arundel bowed lightly.
It was an appropriate response that was neither too much nor too little.
"Lady of the Meridiem family. I didn't recognize you. Since you vouch for it with the honor of the duchy, let's listen to what this young man has to say."
"Thank you. Count Thomas."
As Latia stepped forward, the excitement in the camp subsided calmly.
Davian gave Latia a light nod.
Latia blinked her eyes widely and accepted Davian's nod.
"That's it?"
"Why even put the honor of your family on the line? You only heard about it from me yesterday. What if my words aren't true?"
Latia stared intently at Davian's eyes.
After a while, Latia turned her head away.
"Who would trust anyone if friends don't trust each other?"
"Yeah, thanks."
Davian, who stopped whispering with Latia, once again focused people's attention with a loud voice.
"Well, then, I think it would be good to ferret out the spy now. I've met the Marino Empire spy a few times, and if the handling of this is prolonged, we will never be able to catch the spy. If there's even the slightest suspicion, they'll disappear. Or die."
As he brought up the story of dying, Davian looked at the expressions of the people in the camp.
There was no one whose expression showed any particular change.
'That must mean they're different from kids like Dylan or Sophie.'
But that doesn't mean I can't find them.
"I left a deep cut on my arm during yesterday's battle. If you all roll up your sleeves, you can find out who tried to assassinate the second daughter of the Arundel family yesterday."
The old knight, Floyd, opened his mouth.
Of course, his tone was calmer than when he had been urging him earlier.
"Didn't you say there were six assassins? You couldn't have left scars on everyone's arms."
"I left them on everyone's arms."
Floyd's eyes widened.
"What?"
"I inflicted injuries in the same location while facing all six."
"What is that... is that even possible?"
"I focused on leaving a scar in the same place rather than winning or losing. It was perfectly possible."
He's saying it nonchalantly, but it's by no means easy.
The fact that he can leave scars in the same place while facing six assassins in turn means that he has the skills to capture several of them if he had faced them with all his might.
Thud.
Jenny Arundel stepped forward first.
She released the connecting links of her heavy armor and dropped the steel armor top to the floor.
"There shouldn't be any exceptions, even if it's me, right?"
Jenny casually rolled up both arms.
"Which arm is it, Davian?"
"Since the injured area is different for each assassin, you have to show both arms."
"Well, okay. Anyway, check my arm first."
Davian approached Jenny.
'She's trying to find the assassin who killed her by rolling up her arms. This woman is also unique.'
Thud, thud.
The sound of armor falling could be heard from here and there.
It was thanks to the next head of the family moving first.
Count Thomas also threw off his armor.
Now everyone in the camp was taking off their armor tops and holding out their rolled-up arms to Davian.
Corbin, the leader of the Arundel family's soldiers and fifth in rank, looked at his scarred arm.
All of them were scars of glory from countless wars and duels.
'He's pretending to be smart. But he's just an ignorant brat. By the way, I'm passing for this absurd trick and we're all rolling up our sleeves.'
Corbin looked around.
A seventeen-year-old brat checking his scars and people stretching out their arms toward him.
'The head of the family is also being swayed by a kid's words and rolling up his sleeves and standing there, so that's why this family is in this shape.'
Corbin looked down again at a scar on his right arm.
A scar that was mixed with countless other scars and he didn't even know when it appeared.
Actually, it was a scar that was created last night.
'Where is there an assassin who suffered this kind of injury during an assassination attempt and doesn't even spray potion and enters the tiger's mouth. Tsk tsk.'
It was Corbin's turn.
The Academy kid with a neat appearance looked at Corbin's arms.
'You idiot. These are scars that have already been treated with the best potion, so can you tell the difference?'
If you use a low-grade potion to stop the bleeding and barely seal the torn flesh, then you might see signs of a new scar.
But the potion Corbin used wasn't that cheap.
The scars that had already healed completely and left only traces could not be distinguished from whether they were created yesterday or a year ago.
'It's hard to hold back a laugh when I think about how he risked his life to leave this scar yesterday and try to play the hero. You little brat.'
Davian went back to his seat.
It was unsettling that he suddenly stopped checking when he hadn't finished checking everything, but I just assumed that he thought he couldn't find it like this.
Davian, who returned to his seat, gestured to Latia.
Latia nodded and created sharp wind elemental magic in both hands.
Woong, woong.
The sharply sharpened wind elemental magic resonated.
Jenny hastily blocked Latia.
"Hey! You guys! What are you doing? Even if you're the daughter of a duke, do you know where you are now and you're attacking with magic as you please..."
This time, Davian blocked Jenny.
"Actually, what I was trying to check wasn't the deep cut left on my arm."
This time, Count Thomas asked.
"What? Didn't you say that you left a deep cut on your arm, so you could find the spy. But now you're saying you can't find it and you're talking nonsense?"
Davian slowly stepped into the center.
Latia's wind elemental magic was aiming precisely at Division Commander Corbin.
"It's true that I left a deep cut on my arm. However, if you use a high-grade potion, it's not difficult to erase the traces in one night. Moreover, even more so for the knights who already have countless scars on their arms."
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