Omar hadn’t slept at all. He had been staying in the study, staring at the door, waiting for a report from the horse thieves. There was still a bit of time before the sun would rise. He was dozing off a bit, but he resolved himself to not fall asleep, as the success of the horse thieves could determine whether or not he would be able to return to his father, as well as whether or not he had the qualifications to fight for the nobility title of an count.
Omar didn’t want to be a Baron in this remote, barren land. The only thing they could do here was stay in their territory all year round, and they couldn’t even have banquets where nobles gathered to have fun.
All of Omar’s friends were in the central land, which would take about 8 days to travel to from the Western Land. It would take even further to go to the capital.
Of course, all the people attending the banquets have to be nobles. They must be nobles with good taste, too, and not these nobles in these remote lands who are just like country bumpkins.
“Just you all wait, wait for me to return to Lord Father. I will make all of you regret encouraging Lord Father to send me here,” Omar gritted his teeth as he looked at the swaying candle flame. “When I inherit the count title, I will send all of you here, and make you all pay 100 gold coins each year as tribute.”
100 gold coins was the amount that a baron made in a year. Omar was basically trying to squeeze his half-brothers dry by doing that.
“Heh heh heh…” Omar let out a perverted laugh as he indulged in his fantasies, making the knight who was outside guarding the door shiver. Omar would periodically fantasize about being an count, and it was important that no one disturbed him during this time. Otherwise, even his confidant would be punished. The confidant did not want to experience that punishment again.
“Hopefully the fantasy is over quickly this time,” the knight sighed. Young Master Omar is very scary when he’s in his fantasies. He may even behead a few people just to feel like he was an count.
“Everything will be mine! Mine! Who dares to disobey me? Men, drag them out and behead them!”
The knight that was guarding the door was now also indulging in his fantasies. He was imagining all the wives he would marry and all the taxes he would collect after becoming a noble.
Well, it was inevitable that people would get lost in their imaginations, as there wasn’t much entertainment in this world. If one was in a big, prosperous city, like the capital, then they could go and watch actors perform plays on stage. Small cities like North Wind City didn’t have plays for people to watch. The only other form of “entertainment” this world had was getting on bed and “plap plap plap”.
Because there was no entertainment, the nobles would become bored and just sit in silence, which would cause their imaginations to go wild. Over time, these people would get a little mentally ill.
In the study, Omar was sitting on the chair with a satisfied face and breathing heavily. His eyes were a bit mesmerized.
“I am Count Omar…” Omar said subconsciously. His pupils slowly focused as he slowly woke up from his fantasies. After sitting for a few more minutes, Omar got up and walked to the window. Looking at the color of the sky, he could tell that it was almost time for daybreak.
“Soon, they should be near Blazing Horse City now,” Omar said excitedly. I can just imagine the surprise on everyone’s faces when I appear in front of Lord Father with 500 gold coins. The fact that I, a baron, can earn the same amount of gold coins a viscount can earn in an year is proof of my strength and my ability to manage territories. As long as Lord Father isn’t stupid, he will definitely pass the title of count to me and not my useless brothers.
A small, soft sound caught Omar’s attention, causing him to look down. He immediately saw a pair of eyeballs, frightening him and causing him to yell “Someone-”
With a burst of strength from his arm, Sinke rushed into the study and slapped Omar’s mouth, slapping his words back into him. Sinke then knocked the terrified Omar unconscious, catching him with both of his hands as Omar fell, and gently and slowly placed him down on the floor. He stared at the door with a military knife in his hand.
One minute… two minutes… three minutes… after a few minutes without anyone bursting through the door, Sinke breathed a sigh of relief. I thought I got caught and would have to kill and break out of the castle. I didn’t expect my target to coincidentally come to the window when I was climbing the walls to sneak into the study.
“I’ll have to include this error in the report, too,” Sinke said as he scanned the surroundings. With light footsteps, Sinke walked over to the desk and gently pulled out the drawer. He found a money bag, opened it, and froze for a bit. There were a lot of gold and silver coins in the bag.
“Lord City Lord will be happy after seeing these, right? Our rewards won’t be small, either. What a big harvest.” Sinke put the money bag in his coat pocket and found a few more gemstone rings in the other drawers. Sinke didn’t get too greedy and quickly stopped. He put Omar inside a sackcloth, went to the window, tied the sackcloth with a rope, and slowly lowered it for the other 3 Wolf Squad members to take it.
After feeling that the rope shook a few times, Sinke let go and climbed back down onto the ground, where the 3 War Wolf Squad members were waiting for him. Together, they secretly carried Omar out of the castle and into the woods outside of Blazing Horse City.
“It’s almost daytime. We must hurry up and leave quickly and reach North Wind City before noon,” Sinke said.
The 4 people got onto a different set of warhorses, carrying Omar and leaving behind the silent Blazing Horse City.
Inside the castle, the knight guarding the door yawned. He didn’t pay any heed to Omar’s shouting as Omar did that frequently during his fantasies. This was how scary habits could be. By the time he realized that Omar was missing, it was already daytime, and he wouldn’t be able to catch the War Wolves even if he tried.