Linde rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache. Judging from the information he had just received from the middle-aged fox, Nazra was clearly not a direct descendant of any major tribe.
But that's what makes this matter so troublesome. If she came from a large tribe and had a certain degree of influence, and I had saved her, these things would have been much easier to handle thanks to her influence in the country.
But precisely because she came from a small tribe yet possessed royal blood, she was the perfect excuse to start a war.
"Where did this messenger of death come from? And it's been sent to me?" Lind was somewhat speechless.
These orc royalty are really cunning; no wonder the country's system is the way it is now.
These nobles and royalty abroad were seen as excellent pawns to be used for initiating wars and negotiating peace.
Looking at the still unconscious Nazla, Linde tried to feel her pulse and breathing, and found that her condition was okay and had stabilized.
At least he won't leave Linde and his physical condition will immediately deteriorate.
Linde turned around and said to Astaire:
“Aster, let’s leave it at that for now. I will write to the Earl about this. Go find a few quick-witted soldiers and have them disguise themselves and take the back road to deliver the letter.”
"Each person is to be given two horses, and they must be delivered to Father as soon as possible."
"yes!"
Aster accepted the order and left.
Linde also prepared to return to his room next door and begin writing furiously.
"Nix, come on, let's go back inside."
"Meow."
…………
In the drawing room of Viscount Swift in the fortified city.
A lavish lunch scene is unfolding here, with Viscount Swift savoring the delicacies on the table.
However, apart from Viscount Swift, there was only one orc at this banquet that should have belonged to humans.
This fox-like beastman with silver fur is none other than Nazla's distant cousin: Tamalin Adan.
Tamalyn fanned herself with her small fan and teased:
"Sir, you certainly have a good appetite. Are you so confident in your plans?"
Upon hearing this, Swift stopped eating, picked up a napkin to wipe her mouth, and said:
"Why the rush? My plans are basically set in stone."
Then he glanced at Tamalin and said:
"As long as your poison is safe, given the conditions there, surviving is impossible."
Tamalyn teased:
"That's marrow ash, a poison that's strictly forbidden throughout the entire orc kingdom. If someone were caught possessing it in the country, even royalty would be in serious trouble."
"It's all thanks to you, sir, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to get our hands on this Marrow Ember Poison..."
"Alright, let's not talk about anything else. You should hurry back so that no one can use it against you."
Swift took the damp towel handed to her by a servant and wiped her greasy hands clean, while also telling the visitors to leave.
Tamalyn also tactfully got up and slowly left the reception room.
Watching Tamarin's departing figure, Viscount Swift licked his lips, thinking to himself:
"What a pity, I didn't get to taste what a fox-person is like."
Upon returning to his large study, Viscount Swift looked at a letter that his men had intercepted.
The envelope was prominently printed with the Truk family crest, and it turned out to be the letter Lind had sent to the Earl a few days earlier.
Swift didn't even glance at the contents of the previous sheet of paper. Instead, she picked up the blank sheet of paper behind her and said:
"What a pity, this kind of trick can only fool ordinary people. You think you can fool me?"
Viscount Swift then took out a bottle of peculiar solution and carefully applied it to the letter paper. The letter paper quickly turned into a charred black color in a peculiar way.
It suddenly became brittle and untouchable, as if it could be blown away by the wind at any moment.
At this point, the contents of the letter gradually became apparent.
"Father, my group was attacked by cultists on the road... and there was a leader with strength comparable to a Gold-level expert. Please be careful. The cultists here have all been wiped out..."
"snort!"
Viscount Swift slammed his fist on the table, causing several cracks to appear. It was clear that Viscount Swift was extremely angry.
"Good lad, I underestimated you. I never expected that Muli would die so quietly at his hands. It seems the rumors are true..."
"The old man in the Truk family really cares about his second son..."
"Perhaps... I should adjust my strategy..."
Viscount Swift suppressed his anger, which had just made his "core" somewhat unstable.
If Lind were there, he would have immediately recognized the intense evil aura emanating from Swift, just like the cultists he had encountered before.
…………
...
After a tense night, Linde woke up to sunlight.
The glaring sunlight was a bit annoying, making Lind really want to take a nap.
I was preoccupied before going to bed last night. After finishing the letter, I was still worried, so I asked Astaire to send two more groups of messengers before I could finally relax.
In the end, I fell asleep quite late, but thankfully, after falling asleep I felt... pretty comfortable?
Linde's hand seemed to feel something furry and warm.
Linde was jolted awake from his drowsy state of wanting to go back to sleep.
Last night, without him noticing, the catgirl emerged from the shadows and slept in the same bed with him.
Even now, the catgirl is still fast asleep, clinging to one of Linde's arms.
Linde's pajamas were soaked with drool.
At the same time, he was muttering strange animal language, which Linde couldn't understand no matter how hard he listened, so he simply stopped listening.
Linde slowly pulled his drool-covered arm out, looked at Nix who was still fast asleep in front of him, grinned mischievously, went to the desk, and picked up the quill pen from before.
He crept closer to the sleeping catgirl, intending to wake her up in the way she feared most.
At this moment, Nix was unaware of the situation and was immersed in her own beautiful dream.
In her dream, she was swimming in a sea of honey, able to lick it off however she rolled over.
However, this beautiful dream soon began to turn into a nightmare.
The honey around me began to change towards the feathers. At first, it was fine; the feathers felt very comfortable and warm to the touch.
But as the feathers multiplied and began to flutter incessantly, things started to get terrifying.
Nix started to feel itchy all over her body, especially the soles of her feet.
Suddenly, she couldn't help but think of that terrifying human nobleman, Lind's wickedly grinning face, along with more and more feathers, drawing ever closer...
"Meow!!! Don't come any closer, meow!"
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