Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 102

Chapter 102

Me? Just me, the family head, and the grand prince? Only the three of us? Without even a single servant?

Dwayne, who had come to support us with provisions, asked with an incredulous face.

No matter how we have been advised to bring only the essential personnel during the mourning period, wasnt this too few?

Despite the question, Logans expression remained calm.

The days have already passed. Were at the very southwestern tip, and we need to hurry to the capital from now on just to barely make it on the day the mourning starts, right?

You two go ahead, but why me?!

You said it yourself. Arent we lacking a servant?

What? Dont tell me

Youll have to work while youre here.

The moment came when the 40-year-old finance officer was assigned the unexpected role of servant to the grand prince.

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Do, do, Grand Prince. This schedule is too harsh, ack!

No time to talk, Dwaynelift your rear and lean forward. Keep it up, or you might not sit later!

Ugh, damn it! Why did it have to be me?!

The giant finance officer screamed as he was forced into an unwelcome horseback ride, but his traveling companions were merciless.

The groups continuous gallop over two days finally halted only when they met a splendid carriage on the well-maintained road.

A carriage adorned with the flag of a rose blooming amidst flames.

Really now. They say even misfortune is a form of connection, but this kind of bond sure is persistent. Its comical.

From the carriage disembarked a blue-eyed, blond middle-aged man, whose voice could be clearly heard even from a distance.

Exactly. Count, theres no need for you to stop and wait for us. Couldve just continued on your way?

I wanted to see those lucky faces one more time. Who knows? Maybe some of that luck will rub off on me.

If you could kindly continue on your path straight to the afterlife without blocking ours, that would be lovely.

Patrick Mclaine. You may have saved your life by luck, but thats only until the mourning ends. Havent you thought that provoking me might end more miserably for you?

It seems unlikely well see that miserable end. If you have no intention to step aside, well make our move first, shall we?

To the sides of Roger Bifrost stood Flantz and Aslan, and behind them were three high-ranking knights they had seen in Tomodo.

Patricks words contained no hesitation, despite the outright disadvantage in the battle that could break out at any moment.

Hah What makes you so confident? You think if anything happens to Mclaine before the mourning, it will be pinned on me. But so what?

As Roger Bifrost finished speaking, a murderous intent surged from his party.

Clang!

Bifrosts knights drew their weapons, stepping forward.

Patricks face tensed slightly and Dwayne turned pale, but

Tch, posturing. If you werent concerned, youd have attacked already. Enough with the meaningless chatter, lets go our separate ways. Youre running a bit late too, arent you?

Logan spoke with composure, fixing his eyes on the count.

Ha. Ha ha ha. When you think about it, youre the root of this, Logan Mclaine. Alright, enjoy what little life you have left. Im already looking forward to seeing how your expression changes when Mclaine bursts into flames.

At Roger Bifrosts signal, the knights stepped back.

Logan then casually rode past them.

Patrick followed suit, expression unmoved.

Keep my sword safe for me, Baron. Ill be back for it soon enough.

Although Aslan, whose cheeks were rather gaunt, left a sharp remark, the Mclaines simply smiled wryly as they rode on.

But the middle-aged finance officer, wholly unaccustomed to such a dangerous tension, trembled uncontrollably as he forced himself to follow.

Seeing his expression, Roger Bifrost smirked and added one last comment.

When you go up to the capital, I recommend you dont come back down if possible. Whether you cling to the swordmaster or that old man Dylan, hide as best you can. The life of a noble whos lost his territory is at least better than losing your life.

Although Patrick didnt look back, his grip on the reins tightened momentarily.

Logan did not bother to reply, and the three riders gradually increased their pace, leaving the unwanted company behind.

And leading them was Dwayne, who had been complaining of fatigue for two days and wished to rest.

Grand Prince. My Lord. Faster! The mourning is just around the corner; why are you taking it so leisurely!

The excessive fuss was laughable, and it somewhat diluted their worries for the future.

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So, whats going to happen?

How would I know? Thats the problem.

The funeral

Its only significant for the nobles. For us

What do you think, my friend?

Chatter filled the air.

The atmosphere in the capital Granz, which they had returned to after a long time, was even more tumultuous than before.

People crowding the western gate talked about the kings death whenever they gathered.

And it wasnt just that.

Thump.

Make way.

You should.

Two knights on the street, instead of taking the spacious path on either side, deliberately came close to each other, engaging in a confrontation.

But no one was willing to draw their sword first.

There they go again.

The Davids family and the Klets

Why are these low-ranking knights fraternizing when theyre not even first or second princes?

Overt factional strife, usually unseen, was becoming apparent even to the common eye, happening frequently all over the place.

Only because the use of force had been prohibited since the declaration of mourning was there no sword fighting yet, but the atmosphere was such that it wouldnt be surprising if it broke out anywhere.

No wonder the faces of the commoners passing by on the streets had a dark cloud hanging over them.

The mood seems worse than I thought.

It cant be helped.

What is becoming of the world

My Lord, is it the world thats the problem now? We got issues right now. What are we going to do about those guys?!