“Can I meet the Marquis right now?”
Sungjin asked with certainty. If his expectations were correct, the Marquis must have been informed about this meeting in advance.
As expected, Ilma, who had momentarily stiffened, soon nodded in response.
“Yes, Your Highness. The Master has prepared to receive you. I’ll escort you to his tent immediately.”
After all, royalty—at least in their current state—were nothing more than burdens, hardly worth using as military assets.
Yet, for the leader of the Wolf Knights to personally greet him and willingly show him around the base, it was clear the Marquis had given specific instructions for this.
The Marquis had probably heard about the friction with old man Vincent. He likely intended to buy himself some time until he could fully assess the situation.
And perhaps he hoped that the young prince, distracted by the grandiosity of the ice wall, might even forget Vincent’s insolence. It was a long shot, but maybe fortune would favor him.
[…Hey.]
Lost in thought, following behind Ilma, Sungjin heard the Demon King speak to him cautiously.
[Are you still angry? Why are you smiling like that?]
As he mentioned, Sungjin had been smiling ever since they arrived.
“Oh, it’s nothing. I’m just happy that the Marquis is turning out to be sharper than I thought.”
[Happy? Really?]
Yes. How could he not be pleased?
At least, unlike Orden, this man wasn’t just a fine-looking fool. Even if he…