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

82. Camilla, Dorothy, and Lily

When the Count of Lithuania met for the first time in about half a year, nothing had changed from before Gilbert left the mansion.

Eyes that seem to see through the other person and an expressionless face.

A neatly trimmed beard and a neatly swept-back hairstyle with graying hair.

Everything was the same, including the neat clothes without a single wrinkle and the trained muscles breathing quietly within them.

The only thing that changed was that the pressure that had been pressing on him until the moment he left disappeared.

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“It’s been a long time since I saw you, father.”

“You did something interesting.”

The Count, who had put aside the agenda he was checking, finally raised his head and looked at Gilbert. He had cold eyes that made you feel cold just by looking at him, but they did not contain the same disapproval as before.

Gilbert could see that his benchmark had been passed.

“It wasn’t a big deal.”

“That cocky personality is still the same.”

The Count of Lithuania clicked his tongue.

“You managed to get a knighthood. Is this the answer to the truth you said?”

“Did you get the answer?”

When the Lithuanian Count asked Gilbert again, he made eye contact with Gilbert as if he was sizing him up. He didn’t even blink, as if he was going to reveal everything he was hiding inside.

A stifling silence began to fill the office, with only the occasional sound of the two people breathing.

How much time has passed?

The Count of Lithuania, who was silently looking into Gilbert’s eyes, suddenly burst into laughter.

“hahahahaha!”

The Count, who looked like he wouldn’t bleed even if he was stabbed, burst into laughter. He was so funny that he even slapped his palm down on his desk flippantly, as if he couldn’t stand it.

Gilbert, who had never seen the Count of Lithuania smile even in the game, was embarrassed to see him like this.

Why did the man not even smile?

I had doubts, but I didn’t show them. Because his senses were telling him that it was best to remain silent.

Eventually, the Count suddenly stopped laughing, as if he had never laughed before, and glared at Gilbert as usual.

“You’re arrogant. Your father doesn’t have braided hair.”

“For all that, you seemed happy.”

“You couldn’t get rid of the half-hearted, half-hearted nature you have inside of you.”

“Do you want to throw it away?”

“There is no need for someone to wander around the Heart family that protects the border. In that respect, your rebellious temperament is probably barely enough to pass the test.”

When the words ‘passing’ came out of the Lithuanian Count’s mouth, Gilbert burst into joy.

Even if he was kicked out of the House of Count Hart, he would still have a place to entrust, but he needed to stay here to proceed with the main scenario.

Although the Count’s words were thorny, they contained benevolent intentions, so it was clear that they would be of great help to the progress of the scenario. One way or another, the fact that he was at the forefront of the operation to eliminate the Resistance did not change, so the possibility that Gilbert would also have a say increased.

“Even I didn’t expect that you would become the princess’s only priest. No wonder you were the sword saint’s exclusive disciple. For a guy like you, you were quite good.”

“Was it unexpected?”

“Ha! Don’t cross the line. Even if you do that, what you did doesn’t go anywhere.”

The Count of Lithuania’s eyes became sharp again. It was a reminder that no matter what the current evaluation, the essence remains the same.

However, both the original Gilbert and the current Gilbert had a rebellious temperament. He wasn’t the type of person to get discouraged by a little glare.

I just looked into the Count’s eyes with my usual gaze.

Even that seemed surprising to the count, but soon his eyes relaxed and he smiled.

“It seems he has changed. Previously, he would not have even been able to raise his head like a dog with only its tail, but now he is looking straight into his father’s eyes.”

“Half a year is not a short time.”

“It’s okay. She was just surprised because she didn’t expect anything from you. She came with Dietrich’s youngest daughter instead?”

Dietrich Nord Tristitia. When the name of the current Earl of Tristitia was mentioned, Gilbert nodded his head.

“Yes.”

“Remember, Dietrich, that girl is a terrible idiot. No matter how much you are, if she makes the same mistake as before, she will have no choice but to kick you out, regardless of her evaluation so far.”

It was a previous mistake…

Gilbert suppressed a wry smile. The previous mistake that the Count of Lithuania was talking about was what Gilbert had originally done with Lily.

It was clear that Count Tristitia, whom I met in person, was a serious idiot. If Camilla made her strange mistake, she would not be surprised if she declared war on the House of Hart.

“That won’t happen.”

“You’ll know if you watch. Anyway, I understand the answer you gave me. But don’t let your guard down. If you show the same attitude as before again, there won’t even be a chance. You can just leave.”

After giving him a cruel warning, the Count of Lithuania ordered him to be banished. As he immediately picked up the documents he had put aside, it seemed as if he wanted to dismiss Gilbert and continue with his work.

However, Gilbert had no intention of going to the wedding ceremony. Now that the scenario of him being kicked out of the House of Hart was out of the way, it was time to deal with why he came here.

“Didn’t you hear me tell you to get out?”

The Lithuanian Count, who had handed over the documents, asked without even looking at Gilbert. It was a sign that there was no more time to devote to him, but Gilbert still had some business left to do. It was his turn to hear directly from the count about the movements of the barbarian tribe, or rather the Sigurdians.

“What are the trends of the Sigurdians?”

The Count of Lithuania, who was quietly flipping through documents, raised his eyes and looked at Gilbert, who was standing blankly. It seemed like he was trying to figure out what he meant by saying this.

However, since he was Gilbert and there was no significant change in his expression, there wasn’t much that could be discerned.

In the end, the Count sighed briefly, threw the folder aside and looked up.

“What does it mean?”

“That’s literally true. I heard that their behavior has become strange recently… Is that correct?”

“… It looks like there are underlings of the intelligence guild inside the territory. Even though I said I would cut them out, they are like weeds.”

“Looking at his father’s reaction, I know that what he said is true.”

“Hah. What’s the use of hiding it? Even if it’s rotten, you’re a member of the Heart Count family, so you should know. It’s just as you said. I received a report that their recent movements are unusual. I didn’t have the talent to hold out any longer due to the drought that continued day after day. “I guess.”

The words that came out of the Lithuanian Count’s mouth were almost similar to what Gilbert had heard in Wild Rose. It was definitely the information power of a wild rose handling information in the back alleys. Even news from distant Wiesbark did not have a large margin of error.

“It’s been a while since they started electing a warchief, so by now, they might be preparing to elect a warchief and advance here. No matter how much scouts you use, it’s virtually impossible to sneak into their territory. “

“Are you preparing for war?”

“We are the family that protects the gateway to the empire. If they attack, it is natural for us to fight back.”

These words were identical to the lines in Tactical Combat. However, the difference from the game was that the person listening was not the playable character Ian, but the custom character Gilbert.

Gilbert quickly summarized what he could learn from the brief conversation with the Count.

First of all, it was highly likely that the election of the chieftain had already been completed and that the Lithuanian Count was preparing for war.

If he did not step forward here, it was clear that a clash would occur and both sides would suffer great damage. Even without assuming a tactical combat scenario, war has always been structured so that both sides suffer damage.

And the damage will be passed on to the residents living in Wiesbark.

After completing the simulation to the worst possible situation, he remembered why he came here. War was always won by not fighting.

“If the cause is food shortage due to drought, if we provide them with food, there will be no need for war.”

“Have you become an idealist without even looking at it? Their fundamental problem is the barren land and the terrible continuous drought. Even if they provide food, the fundamental problem will remain as long as the drought is not resolved. Is it true? “Do you think they can tolerate that? Leave this fertile land alone?”

Gilbert shut his mouth in response to the Count’s cynicism. The count’s words were correct. No matter how good Gilbert was at tactical combat, he didn’t know how to solve the drought.

If you ask me if I can make it rain, of course I can’t. Because such a thing would have been impossible without God.

Furthermore, even Gilbert had doubts about whether they would follow what the Count said.

Given the setting, the emotional gulf between the people of the Empire and Sigurd was so deep that it was not a problem that could be resolved with a few words.

But it wasn’t that there was no way. If Sigurdians were following Tactical Combat’s setting, there was one way to solve this problem.

“Then I will take charge of that war.”

“It’s funny. I heard that you were at the forefront of the operation to eliminate the Resistance and that you prevented the attack on Demeia Academy. But this incident is different from those things. It is literally war. One word from you. “The battlefield is a terrible place where the lives and deaths of soldiers depend on it.”

“I know.”

“They said don’t cross the line. There’s no place where you can say that so easily…”

The Lithuanian Count continued his speech in an angry tone, but at some point he closed his mouth. The Lithuanian Count was angry because of Gilbert’s immature speech, but the moment he looked into Gilbert’s eyes, he was unable to continue speaking.

Ironically, his son was wearing eyes that he had seen for a really long time. Gilbert, who knew nothing about war, had a look in his eyes that only a person who had overcome a battlefield full of cruelty and death could have.

What on earth did you see?

Was there something he hadn’t heard?

As the Count of Lithuania looked at his eldest son, who had become a different person in half a year, he could not easily get his words out.

“Are you confident?”

Instead of continuing what he had just said, he asked a question.

“Is there a battlefield you can confidently enter?”

It was a question and answer. Even if you prepare thoroughly, there is no battle you can win, and being confident in a battlefield full of all kinds of variables was an extreme poison that a commander should not have.

The Count of Lithuania tapped the desk and thought for a moment. He believes in his changed son, and he wonders if he should let this war go or if he should go with his original plan.

After thinking about it for about a cup of tea, the Count made a decision.

“Good. Then, this battle is…”

Knock knock!

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“Count. A guest has arrived in a hurry.”

“Didn’t I tell you not to disturb anyone?”

“But I am a guest that the Count must know.”

Gilbert clicked his tongue slightly at the uninvited guest who came just before accepting. Just when he thought he was done, he scattered ashes. He vowed not to forgive easily, whoever it was.

“You must know? Are you making a fuss because someone came to visit you?”

“Lady Nobilitas has come to visit.”

“The Lady of Nobilitas?”

The Count’s eyes turned to Gilbert.

Gilbert also widened his eyes at the mention of Lady Nobilitas.

As for the daughters of the Nobilitas family, there were only two of them. However, if this person is the one who will find the Hart family.

“Yes, Lady Lily is begging to see the Count.”

Why is he coming again?

As Gilbert expected, the person who came to the Hart family was Nobilitas’ second son.

It was Lily Roseus Nobilitas.