NOVEL SIMPLE с8
I walk through the city with my guards and servants in tow.
At that moment, I make sure to show them the pendant inscribed with the crest of Count Dicaman's family from around my neck.
"Countess... "'What are you doing here at last?" 'Aren't you going to the treatment center?' The rumors are true."
The townsfolk, recognizing Count Dicaman, are filled with ill feeling.
'Boys, get it off your chests.
The people who serve the Count's family are not to look down, that act is an act that lowers the status of our family."
""!""
No one is comfortable with being exposed to ill intentions.
But do they need to appear as if they feel guilty to a people who have forgotten their debt of gratitude to us, who have been led astray by information that has been corrupted?
No, absolutely not.
The people who were duped are victims, and the duke, the source of the false information, has his own reasons.
If the hate builds up against the counts rather than the dukes, there will be less fear of rebellion, and far fewer people will turn to crime out of frustration.
This is why the people are less likely to riot in the dukedom, because the duke is supporting them in an understandable way.
The dukes are trying hard to change the situation, but the counts are incompetent and have not been able to solve the problem despite years of research.
That's what the people think.
"Count-sama..."
As we were walking through the city, one of the guards spoke to me.
"Call me Kalil, not Count, outside of the city, it would be too complicated if there were other Counts."
"Haha, Khalil-sama..."
For some reason, I am often called "Count," but to be honest, I don't like to be called "Count.
I'm sure there will be more opportunities to go out from now on, so I told Bosco to change it.
"So what's the matter?"
"I wanted to ask you what you plan to do now."
'I'm going to keep walking and look for the patient."
"Thank you for telling us".
The patient I was looking for was one who had no ill feelings toward the count family and could not enter the treatment center.
Although the treatment center is quite large, there are many people who live in this city and it is full of patients.
"......" glanced.
But it's time to find a patient.
Rumors of the Count's arrival have circulated throughout the city, and the number of people's attention has increased.
Among them, there are a few people whose movements are clearly not those of citizens, who are probably intelligence agents.
"Nieto, listen to my intentions."
I myself am not worried about assassination, but just to be safe, I will try to see if I can use magic to probe.
If I had a certain amount of magic, half of my total, it would be easily played, and even a third would not be able to hear everything.
I'll try my luck to see if I succeed.
(Abandon that person!) (I'll kill him.) (I'll murder him.) (Nobleman who has never even had money!)
There are too many voices of citizens who have little or no magic power, and a dull pain runs through my head, but I endure it so as not to show it in my expression.
The broken voices that were heard along the way were probably those of the secret agent, but it seemed impossible to hear them.
(The Count... I wonder if he can help my mother...
But I don't have money...)
Just as I was about to release the spell, I heard the girl's voice with a strong feeling of resignation in it.
From the words, I guessed that her mother is suffering from some kind of disease, it's possible that it's not red stone disease, but she doesn't have that much ill feeling toward the Count, it's worth checking.
I looked around purposefully, and the commoners who had gathered there began to look away and keep their distance.
Among them, our eyes met those of a girl who was watching from a back alleyway.
There she was.
From the sound of her voice, I had expected her to be younger, but she was about the same height as Mina and probably about the same age as me.
"Mina and two of the guards who are quicker on the move, follow me,
The rest of you will return to the carriage and wait."
""Khalil-sama?"""
The girl whose eyes met mine was somehow leaving at a run, and if I didn't hurry to follow her, I would lose her.
I scramble through the crowd and enter a back alley.
It's like a jungle.
The back alleys are complicated, and there are many broken down buildings that make up the streets.
When she was visible, I succeeded in attaching a magical thread to her just in time, and as long as she did not move too far away, I could immediately tell where she was.
'Wait for me...!"
The sound of her armor scraping can be heard from behind .
The reason why I can run at a speed that even the well-trained guards can't keep up with, let alone Mina, the maid, is probably because of the power of jealousy.
The power of the deadly sin makes a person one step above others, or simply put, it doubles one's physical capacity.
"Okay, you've come to a stop."
The place where the girl stopped was what is called a slum.
I'm sorry...haha... ......
Master Khalil, ..."
"I'm impressed you followed me."
"No, no... more importantly, what's the matter with you all of a sudden?"
The two knights were out of breath violently, and Mina was surprisingly not out of breath.
It's amazing how tired two big men are.
"You could have had a patient."
Turning away from the three questioning heads, I walked toward where the girl was.
There it was, one ramshackle shack.
Knock-knock.
'Who is it...'
I heard a scared voice.
The knight standing behind me signals with his hand to step back a little.
"It's Khalil Dikaman."
'Um...
Khalil Di... what can I do for you, this Khalil-san...?"
It seems that even though rumors of the Count were known my nane was unknown
I have come to check on your mother's illness."
"There is no money left! Please leave!"
But my words seemed to have angered the girl, and I prepared myself for a long process of persuasion.