ARCHDEUS

CONVINCE ME(3)

Joan and her group return to the inn after a meeting with Regis.

They had failed to convince Regis, so there was no more reason for Joan to linger in this county.

Joan didn't know where else to go to ask for help. Adjacent to this territory they would get to the Duchy of Sandwealth but they knew with the current duchy conditions it was impossible to be able to ask for help.

While for other regions such as the Count of Hildalion, it came from other coalitions, unfortunately Otilia still had no cooperation with the counties. As for the county which is in the political coalition in the other parliament is located quite far from Otilia.

So Joan thought, for now they better go to the County of Fertiphile to see Clotildy.

Especially after hearing the explanation from Regis about how the Count of Fertiphile who hates fief war is likely not to answer the application letter regarding fief war . So usually the representative of the sending country will wait months and then return empty-handed.

Joan had still not heard from Clotildy who was assigned to negotiate with Fertiphile so it was likely that her young lady was still there.

Joan could not bear to leave her young miss alone and kept waiting for false hope.

So he at least decided to meet her.

They left two days later.

It took them 5 days to get from Haderborg, the capital of the County of Morhust to Fertihall, the capital of the County of Fertiphile.

When they could see the city gates, they raised the flag of the nobility of Otilia. This shows that they are official envoys.

Surely before they entered the city, they were still undergoing examinations and data collection.

A gatekeeper asked them with some hesitation.

"Why did you get through this path? Isn't Otilia there?"

The soldier pointed south.

Joan explained only briefly that they had visited Morhust first. He didn't give more details.

The soldier just nodded and let them in.

Unlike when the impression in Haderborg, the impression of Joan when first seeing this city tends to be ordinary.

This city was indeed larger than the Capital of Otilia but it was not as glamorous as Haderborg.

But what is interesting about this city is that it is one of the best manufacturers of magic weapons in the kingdom, you could say it was a normal thing for soldiers to walk around while wearing good quality armor.

Not only that, though, the price of magic weapons like magic armor and magic sword was much cheaper than anywhere else so Joan could see quite a number of adventurer groups stopping by this place just to buy quality weapons good at cheap prices.

Joan and Clotildy often sent letters to each other. It is to share information and their current state.

Joan opened the letter two months ago. The letter tells the location where Clotildy's group lives.

"Shining Golden Pavilion ...."

At random, Joan asked a female merchant who was selling processed household sweets.

Unfortunately the woman does not know but in such moments she promotes her sales.

At first Joan refused but under the flow of promotions and massive discounts in the end she relented.

But then they get lost.

They should have questioned the location of the pavilion to the gatekeeper.

Joan then asked the others again.

"Oh that, you just need to pass right and then straight ahead through the main road. Then if you look at the tallest building, then that's it."

Joan thanked the man.

They follow the direction of the given path until they arrive at the place described.

The tallest building on the main road. Then they could also see a signboard that read Shining Golden Pavilion.

They entered and as they expected, the inn was very luxurious.

They asked the receptionist.

The receptionist saw the equipment brought by Joan that looked not much different from some of her customers. So he thought that these people were from the same group. So he tried calling Clotildy's room number to confirm the whereabouts of the guest.

Clotildy was shocked when she heard from the receptionist that Joan had come to their place.

He was a little embarrassed to meet his subordinates with his current listless look. But it can no longer be hidden.

As expected.

The daughter of the countess, often referred to as the angel, is now losing the light of her beauty.

"Miss ..."

Joan wanted to say something but it seemed to be stuck on the tip of her tongue.

Clotildy simply smiled resignedly as she said;

"Well, here we are now."

Joan wanted to say something but Clotildy tried to shift the topic.

"You must be tired after days of travel. Rest first at my place. I'll open a room for you. Oh yeah, by the way are you hungry? The food here is great."

Actually they want to say if the food is good, why is your body losing so much weight?

But of course they do not want to ask such a thing that can make their young lady even more embarrassed.

In the end, no one said anything.

Joan followed Clotildy. He rested in his young lady's room. He was actually quite tired of traveling.

Then Joan fell asleep.

Joan had a bad dream this time, in her dream her county had turned into a sea of fire. Countess and Clotildy were paraded around town in abject clothing before being hanged in the middle of the city.

In the end he saw a silhouette figure sitting on the throne of Otilia with a terrible laugh.

"Miss Orbelin, Miss Orbelin, wake up ..."

Joan woke up from her dream. He was awakened by a female knight.

"Miss, My Lady invited you to dinner."

"Well thank you. You can go."

After saying that, Joan got up and closed the door and took off her clothes. He then took a shower.

When she reached the lounge, Joan had been dressed up. Her hair that was tangled during the trip had now returned soft.

Clotildy asked him to sit down with her.

Joan who was a subordinate actually could not eat semeja with her nonanya but because of the order, she was only obedient.

They're not talking about pretty secret stuff here. After all the lounge is a crowded place not only filled by them but also from other customers.

So they just fill the stomach without talking about the tree is quite important.

Later, Joan asks to speak with Clotildy in her room.

At the talk, Joan recounts the chronology of her negotiating with Oldest Young Master Regis.

"So what Oldest Young Master Morhust wanted to say was that he was of the opinion that Count Fertiphile was a person who would not be dragged into the current fief war of any noble side. So miss ..."

Joan hesitated to say the last sentence. But looking at his current state of nonanya he had to say it even though it was bitter.

"Miss, we'd better give up on Fertiphile."

Clotildy did not answer. He just gave a wry smile.

"I know, I also thought that at first. But right now I'm still trying."

"My Lady, I don't want to say this but Nonaku should also pay attention to health. I'm worried about your health."

Clotildy suddenly clasped Joan's hands.

"Miss ...?"

"Joan, I still want to believe that we managed to at least meet the count...no, currently the one in power is the eldest son of the count, so there is a possibility right, the count child has a different nature? At least I want to take all the chances that might happen."

"Miss ...."

In the end Joan's tears were unstoppable.

"Joan, do you trust me?"

Joan's tears continued to flow down her cheeks, causing her to sob.

"Yes Miss, this loyal subordinate of yours will always be by your side."