Forget it in the wilderness, there are too many of these stealthy bone crossbowmen, and Malin really didn’t want to risk their shooting and their master’s desperation.
And the most critical problem is that, to this day, Malin still didn’t know who had betrayed him.
Many people knew about this, and he didn’t know if it was one of them who told the baron, or if they had let something slip in a moment of indiscretion.
Truly a troublesome matter.
However, upon consideration, it shouldn’t be His Majesty who had just lost his beloved daughter and his two blissfully happy ladies.
True, Lady Anna knew about this, but the least likely to speak out was Lady Anna. As for Lady Manli... Malin thought it unlikely she would risk Anna’s daughter remaining unmarried and eventually becoming a serious threat to her, just to eliminate him.
Even less likely would she risk being wiped out by Lady Anna, including her three sons and all her family members, just to kill Malin alone... Besides, she should understand that when it truly comes to a fight to the death, between the lucky lad of Carterburg and the baron of Silent Hill, who lives and who dies is really an issue, should there be only one survivor.
Lady Manli, my Queen, I think, you shouldn’t be so foolish.
"How is our queen doing?" Anna asked, watching her Head Maid push open the doors and enter the hall as she sat on the couch reading a book, taking off her reading glasses, "By the way, Lena, how do I look? Isn’t there a touch of a cultured person in me?"
"Elves don’t have the concept of a ’cultured person’, Anna, but it seems our queen has realized what she did wrong. This foolish woman certainly didn’t betray Malin, but her openly poor reviews of the baron during the gathering made the baron realize something. Then he ’inquired’ and got the answer from one of Lady Manli’s maids. Overall, it still comes down to loose lips, which makes me wonder, you and Goethe are both tight-lipped by nature, why would he like such a woman."
"Because that woman devoted the best years of her life to Goethe. Back then, Goethe was just a little prince, never destined to become a king, otherwise he wouldn’t have become our mentor’s apprentice and come to know us."
"So humans really are a strange race, leading the world by age rather than wisdom. No wonder Chaos thrives so well in this world."
At this point, Lena glanced at a Rat-man maid cleaning the room, "Anna, how are we going to deal with that baron?"
"We’ll leave him to Malin. Lord of Fate’s divinations show that Malin will ultimately face that young man in a great coliseum in Regensburg. So listen, feel, think, my sister. Children will eventually grow up and everyone will face their end. Let’s wait and see," the lady said, continuing with her detective novel.
"You’re finally no longer a nanny?" Lena asked with a smile.
"...No longer. Because I’ve realized that my daughters have a far sharper eye than I do. Wouldn’t it be better to let them learn to protect each other?" Anna paused, then said, "By the way, how is that maid doing?"
"Her memory has been manipulated. I have no intention of undoing it. Sometimes, living in a dream is a kind of happiness. Fantasies about a handsome gentleman encountered by the roadside are always more pleasant than the reality of meeting a Mage with a rotten heart," Anna said, noticing several Rat-man maids carrying clothes out of the bathroom.
"Is someone taking a bath?"
"No, Miss Lena, but it’s always necessary when the young lady returns," the lead maid replied.
"...You didn’t say YES," Lena frowned.
"Sir Malin didn’t allow it," the lead maid replied.
This answer made Anna and Lena look at each other and smile; Anna put down her book: "Little Horn, maybe I’ll be the first to use the bathroom after all."
"But my intuition tells me that it will definitely be Sir Malin and Miss Faye who return first and use the bathroom," Little Horn replied confidently.
This piqued the curiosity of the lady of the house and the Head Maid.
Just as Lena was about to ask why, a messenger leapt from the void, landing in front of Lady Anna.
Anna cradled the pigeon, pulling the parchment from its leg, "I can never understand, can’t the Farolians change their messenger? Their Farole war pigeons are more suited for soup than traveling through the void."
"Come on, Anna, after the warhorses, those are the only animals left that the Farolians can still export. Don’t be too harsh on them," Lena raised an eyebrow as she watched Anna open the letter and saw her expression quickly turn ugly, "Looks like our Little Horn has won again."
"Yes, she’s won again... This time she comes back, we must give Little Horn an extraordinary test. This child might be a sign of the Ratfolk’s revival, another Psychic emerging among the Ratfolk."
"It’s alright, they are now the Ratfolk of the Lord of Justice." Lena turned, a portal opening in the wall beside her.
"They are the Ratfolk of Nameless," said her mistress as she walked towards the portal, "Little Horn, tell my daughter when she returns not to forget to drink the potion she left behind yesterday."
"Yes, ma’am," the little Rat-man maid watched her mistress’s mother and her double title Head Maid enter the portal before carrying the basket toward the bathroom.