Chapter 75

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We calmed Feelia down and waited for the person in charge to appear.

Most likely, since the soldiers are like this, the person in charge probably isn't much better.

By the way, I remembered that the Western Noble Alliance led by Duke Brennan suffered a defeat in their first battle. Speaking of which, Duke Brennan's son... I forgot his name... let's just call him Bakabon.

It seems that a decision has been made regarding Bakabon's punishment.

The punishment is that Bakabon, who stole and used without permission an Imperial-level Magic Item managed by the Brennan family, has been punished as a criminal.

The specific punishment includes the prohibition of regenerative treatment for the left ankle and the destruction of his magic circuit, which he lost in a duel with me, and the revocation of his noble status.

Initially, it was said that regenerative treatment would be performed at the request of His Majesty, but the situation changed when the matter of the Imperial-level Magic Item came to light.

Duke Brennan, who was likely pulling the strings behind the scenes, then completely abandoned his son.

However, Duke Brennan is also in a precarious position.

The mismanagement of the Imperial-level Magic Item, leading to its loss and destruction, is an unforgivable crime.

Therefore, he must achieve military merit in this war against the Bossum Empire, but he suffered a major defeat in the first battle.

Huh?

Me?

I'm not in trouble.

The duel itself was properly conducted, and even though I destroyed the Imperial-level Magic Item, it was unforeseeable that such an item would be brought out in a student duel. Therefore, I, as the victim, am not held responsible.

If I were to be punished, I would have taken appropriate action.

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We waited for about an hour. Feelia had told this soldier about the "Bryt Trading Company," yet to keep us waiting this long, he must be quite a brave one.

Feelia was quite frustrated, and the two drivers were exasperated.

If I weren't here, the two of them wouldn't be so exasperated, but to keep the second son of the Brytzelz border baron waiting this long, are the soldier and his superior sane? I'm seriously worried.

If I were to snap and file a complaint, they should be able to imagine their own fate.

After another 30 minutes, the person in charge finally appeared.

"Good work, is the quantity correct?"

"Yes! There's no problem!"

The soldier, who hadn't even counted, pretended as if he had.

I'm glad he's not one of my subordinates.

Even in wartime, there's a lack of tension.

Is this country so corrupt that it can afford to leave such fools unchecked?

Feelia and I stepped forward to ask the person in charge to sign the receipt.

"Captain, this is the delivery note. I would appreciate it if you could sign the receipt."

"What, you're just a child. Are you here as a proxy for your father?"

The person in charge signed the receipt and handed it to Feelia without much thought, but his casual words were a mistake.

My condolences.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Feelia, the Deputy Chairman of the Bryt Trading Company. This is our Chairman, Christoph von Brytzelz."

Feelia took this opportunity to introduce me.

Her face was a picture of smugness.

"Bryt... Trading Company... Brytzelz... sir...?"

The person in charge's face turned increasingly pale.

"Yes, he is the son of the Brytzelz border baron, Christoph."

The final blow!

Feelia seems intent on venting her frustration from the past hour and a half.

"I'm very sorry! I apologize!"

The person in charge took a step back and bowed to me.

The soldier was flustered.

Feeling a bit better, Feelia continued to press the issue.

"We were supposed to deliver the goods at the time designated by the king, but we are about an hour and 30 minutes late. I apologize for the delay."

Feelia's sarcastic remark was delivered with a malicious grin.

Not only the person in charge but also the soldier was trembling.

"However, the soldier who was instructed to unload the goods for Sir Christoph seems to be from a distinguished family. May I ask for your name, if it's not too much trouble?"

The soldier looked as if the world was ending.

I couldn't help but think of the famous painting "The Scream" and almost burst out laughing.

"Feelia, let it go. Captain, could you please inspect the goods? We can leave now if you've signed the receipt, but if the contents are different later, it will be a problem."

"Yes, yes!"

The person in charge, casting a glare at the soldier, mobilized the surrounding soldiers to inspect the delivery.

After about ten minutes, the inspection by over a dozen soldiers confirmed that the delivery note was correct.

At that moment, a man in armor with a cloak appeared.

In the Holy Bandum Kingdom, only those of the rank of battalion commander or higher are allowed to wear a cloak, so he must be of considerable status.

"Lord Brytzelz, I am Delim Kudo Kosko. I apologize for the incompetence of my subordinates. Please forgive me."

He seemed to have run, as he was out of breath and bowed to me, but he didn't really feel bad or want forgiveness.

With my divine eye, I can see through the lies in his words.

Kosko is likely a noble faction member who dislikes the Brytzelz family.

If that's the case... let's give him a bit of a hard time.

"Should I call you General Kosko? Please stand up. I don't mind at all."

Kosko said, "Call me whatever you like," and stood up, but I immediately spoke.

"However, I have an appointment with Princess Dorothy, and we are already quite late. I apologize for being impolite to my seniors, but I would like to leave as soon as possible."

General Kosko's face darkened when I mentioned Princess Dorothy.

It makes sense; his subordinates have caused a problem with a royal appointment, and even a general could face some form of punishment.

Seeing Kosko's flustered state afterward made me feel a bit better.

I might be a bit petty, but this level of retaliation is acceptable.