I Became the Golden Sun That Steals the Academy’s Aircraft

78. Camilla’s Companion

“If you are a knight, draw your sword. I will test whether he is a suitable man for Camilla.”

Gilbert sighed inwardly as he looked at the head of the Tristitia family looking at him with wide eyes. I had no idea how things had gotten so twisted.

It seemed like the atmosphere wasn’t bad until I first visited the Tristitia mansion, but at some point, I came to my senses and found myself face to face with Count Tristitia in the sparring hall.

It wasn’t just that.

Looking around, Count Tristitia’s three sons were also glaring at Gilbert with double eyes. He held and released the handle of his sword again and again, as if he would have gone out if it weren’t for the Count.

Isn’t the reason obvious? He said he didn’t feel it, but in fact, Gilbert knew very well why this happened.

“Cheer up, Gilbert!”

Camilla’s clear, cheering voice with her fists clenched rang through the quiet sparring hall.

The energy emanating from the Count and his three sons became even stronger. Going one step further, the mixture of murderous intent that makes hair stand on end is probably not just an illusion.

Gilbert caught his heart at the terrible sight.

It was a popular trend anyway.

If he were to step down from here, there was a high possibility that he would face a backlash.

Ultimately, Gilbert decided to give his all, took a breath, and slowly drew his sword.

“Fighting! Gilbert!”

Seeing Camilla burning to the end, Gilbert tsked and clicked her tongue. His support was really not helpful at all.

***

A few hours before Gilbert sparred with Count Tristitia. To be precise, this happened when he had just arrived at Rigi Dus territory.

Originally, Gilbert planned to use the warp magic circle as soon as he arrived at the territory of Rigidus. There was still time for the main scenario to begin, but this was done to prevent any unexpected variables.

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After the attack on the Academy, which was part of the Resistance, the invasion of the Sigurdians, also known as the beginning of the barbarian warrior part, was always preceded by a declaration of war.

In the empire, they were called a barbarian people who did not know manners, but the Sigurdians were a people who valued honor and battle as the highest values. They are descendants of the Sigurdians, who were called great heroes in the old days, and they strictly prohibited any actions that would tarnish the honor of their ancestors.

No matter how much this world was not based on a game, it was a place influenced by the game system due to Gilbert. As long as Gilbert was the one carrying out the main scenario, the setting would not change, so it was clear that the main scenario would take place after their declaration of war.

Since Gilbert had not yet been contacted by the Lithuanian territory, he decided that he had time.

But the variable appeared in an unexpected place. That’s what Camilla stopped Gilbert from using the warp magic circle. This tomboyish young lady invited Gilbert to the Tristitia Mansion through her recklessness, and because of her insistence, Gilbert had no choice but to visit the Tristitia Mansion.

“Welcome, lady. The Count and the masters are waiting for you.”

“Ah! It’s been a while. Del Monte!”

When they got off the carriage that arrived in front of the mansion, the head butler with white hair greeted them. As Gilbert got out of the carriage, he quickly looked at the head deacon named Del Monte.

Is this really similar to a game?

Gilbert nodded inwardly, looking at the gun shop owner who was giving off an unusual aura.

In Tactical Combat, when you become friendly with the Count Tristitia family, among the companion characters you can use, the character classified as a higher level is the Chief Butler in front of you.

The name is Delmont Pavlov. In the past, his life was saved by Count Tristitia and he became his head deacon. He was once one of the strongest men known as the incarnation of the battlefield.

Although he was past his prime and his skills were declining, he was still a seasoned man with a solid body and experience accumulated through countless battlefields.

“By the way, who came with you…?”

“Gilbert! Gilbert the Lionheart. He’s my best friend!”

“You were very rude, Mr. Gilbert. My name is Del Monte, and he is the head butler of the former Count Tristitia family.”

Del Monte bowed and bowed. It was surprising that Gilbert, who had been called a bastard in the past, came here, but he did not show it because Camilla was the first person he introduced as a close friend.

“It is an honor to meet the gentleman who was called the incarnation of the battlefield. Although it is only a short time, I will be indebted to you.”

“If you are a friend of the young lady, you are an important guest of the Tristitia family. We will do our best to serve you.”

Delmont could not easily believe that the young knight in front of him was the son of a count family that had been rumored in the past. The energy and disciplined appearance felt from him was the divinity itself that had stirred up the empire in recent years.

I guess I’m really getting older.

Feeling inwardly pleased with the future of the empire that was beginning to surpass the level of his cadets, he guided them to the living room.

The interior of the Tristitia Mansion was decorated in a linear and somewhat stiff manner, as if to disprove that it was an influential knightly family of the Infractus Empire. Instead of the usual luxury goods, items used by knights who dominated the era were on display, and even the pictures hanging on the wall were mostly in the style of a swordsmanship textbook.

Considering that these were all images of outstanding knights produced by the Tristitia family, as Gilbert remembered, it was easy to see at a glance how outstanding knights the family had produced.

“I have brought you Countess Camilla and her friend.”

“A friend?”

The door to the drawing room opened, and Count Tristitia was seen at the head of the table. Although he rose to the rank of count, the muscles in his arms, hidden beneath his clothes, were impressive, as if he had not neglected training.

Overall, the lines were sharp and thick, and the count’s three sons sitting nearby were similar. At first glance, there was a big difference in appearance from the slender Camilla, but upon closer inspection, there was an uncanny resemblance.

“It was rude. I came to see you without any contact. My name is Gilbert Lionheart.”

“Huh. Has William’s son of a b*tch changed like this? We’ll have to live a long time to see.”

Count Tristitia was as outspoken as he appeared. He had a close relationship with Gilbert’s father, the Count of Lithuania, and looked at Gilbert with interest.

Even he didn’t expect that the son of his friend, who had been having a hard time because of his son not long ago, came to visit. Moreover, for a guy who was called a bastard, he was so orderly and calm that I was surprised.

Count Tristitia, who had seen Gilbert at his Lithuanian estate a few years ago, could not help but be surprised at how much the person had changed since then.

I was wondering what kind of tricks he had used to get the knighthood, but before I could see it, the bastard had turned into a tiger.

“It’s been a long time. Has it been 5 years? It’s quite different than back then.”

What setting is this again?

Gilbert broke into a cold sweat because of Count Tristitia, who spoke as if she had seen him. I just inserted the Geumtaeyang custom character, but there seemed to be some strange settings attached to it as well.

If you think about it, Count Tristitia was close to the Count of Lithuania, so it made sense that he had seen Gilbert before. It was just that, hearing it so suddenly, he couldn’t help but be embarrassed, no matter how much he was Gilbert.

“This is too much praise.”

“I never thought I’d see that arrogant bastard show some manners. I really didn’t expect this. This introduction is late. These are my sons.”

The count smiled arrogantly and introduced his three sons to Gilbert one by one. Although I was bothered by the sharpness of their eyes, I continued to pretend not to notice.

“Dad! You don’t really care that I’m here, do you?”

“Oh my! My daughter! Hurry and fall into your father’s arms!”

Count Tristitia’s mood, which seemed to be boisterous and solemn just a moment ago, has become extremely frivolous. She knew that she was the ultimate daughter of an idiot, but she couldn’t get used to seeing her flipping over like her palm like this.

But Gilbert did not show it without notice. It was as obvious as seeing fire that if I grabbed a book here for no reason, I would get caught up in trouble.

“Dad… I’m not some kind of child.”

“Camilla?”

Count Tristitia, who had been waiting for Camilla to embrace her with open arms, was taken aback by Camilla’s innocent attitude. This was because her daughter, whom he had hugged without hesitation even before she went to the academy, suddenly changed.

Count Tristitia, who cleared his throat and hid his agitation, looked at his daughter who did not hurt even if he put it in his eyes.

“Quite a lot. Yes, the father was the main one in front of her guests.”

“More than that, Dad. I will follow Gilbert to Lithuania.”

“…What?”

“I’m going to Lithuania with Gilbert!”

Looking at Camilla smiling brightly and speaking, Count Tristitia closed his eyes. He knew this day would come at some point, but he was the Count who never thought it would be now.

She is a friend, and she should have noticed since Camilla, who never invited her guests, brought her man as her guest.

Count Tristitia glared at Gilbert with sharp eyes.

I thought the bastard was reformed, but the reality was different. Never in her wildest dreams did she expect that she would come and find herself as a worse bastard.

Meanwhile, Gilbert, who suddenly received the hot gaze of the four men, was taken aback by the sudden change in the situation. He wondered why the count’s three sons were glaring at him, and it seemed like this was the reason.

The count’s three sons, who cherished their younger brother dearly, seemed to have suddenly become wary of the man brought in by their youngest brother. The problem was that Camilla’s remarks earlier lit the fuse.

Even Count Tristitia, who had been watching his friend’s son grow up with satisfaction, began to view him as if he were a bastard who had come to steal his precious daughter.

Gilbert made eye contact with the main culprit who created this situation. Camilla’s interpretation of Gilbert’s eyes made her think, “Good job!” With that feeling, she drew a V shape with one hand and began to laugh brightly.

I wonder if this appearance had caused some kind of misunderstanding, as life began to mix with his passionate gaze. Gilbert, who sensed that the situation was getting out of control, tried to quickly open his mouth to control the situation, but Count Tristitia was one step faster.

“I think we need to talk about this situation in detail.”

Are you really planning on having a conversation?

Gilbert couldn’t help but sigh at the intense energy that was erupting.

For some reason, things didn’t seem to go smoothly when I got involved with Camilla.