Arestia Empire'S World Domination
Chapter 13: Gale's Scam

...—Capital of Latva, Kingdom Forbrenne—...

...—24 July 1238—...

Being in a dim room, there are only a few candle lights that illuminate, Gale—who had now disguised herself as a long black-haired servant girl— walked up to Felipe sitting on a chair with a large table. Both hands pushed the food cart on which there were many dishes containing food that was deliberately covered.

In contrast to the expertise of two strange members of the Cornwall Clan who became direct subordinates Ares—Lean and Marie—Gale have the nickname "Clown," who can disguise as anyone on the condition that the victim of his disguise has a side of femininity as well as a visible mimicry of his appearance.

Of course, Gale does not have the psychological feel of a woman because he is a real man, causing him to be more in control of his movements and emotions while performing an infiltration or disguise operation.

"Wait." A knight blocked the path of the food carriage, one of his hands pointed at a table that was on the other side of him, "Although I know you have been working in the palace for over 5 years, the food still has to pass inspection."

"Good." Gale showed a smile, looking very sorry. Turning around, Gale pushed the food carriage towards the two knights who had been at the table.

Gale's feeling remained calm. He had predicted that the guard knights would make extra anticipation.

Moreover, he did not think it was a strange thing because Gale knew that the food of every member of the royalties of the Arestia— Empire including the children of Ares with his mistress— would also pass inspection first.

"Please." Gale served all the dishes on the table.

The two knights momentarily glanced at each other. Each of them prepared several dishes and took the food.

Their taste senses worked, all the food that both of them had inspected did not have the slightest strangeness. Good in terms of taste, smell, to color.

"Graduate." One of the knights gave his consent.

"Okay, thank you." Gale slightly lowered his head.

The room helps the action. Taking out the dishes that were to be served to the Fourth Prince of the Forbrenne Kingdom, Gale faintly inserted the transparent poison liquid previously hidden behind his palm into the turkey soup, it is Felipe's favorite dish.

Sure, Gale— along with Rea, the rest of the Cornwall Clan, as well as the members of the Intelligence— Bureau have prepared a calculated assassination plan.

Planning a murder is not as easy as it seems. Gale is required to know the habits of Felipe, locations that help and can make fatal the action, to the properties and characteristics possessed by close aides, the knights of his guard, and the, as well as people who are often in touch with the target.

Gale had been preparing to assassinate Felipe as well as the Third Prince of the Forbrenne Kingdom in the past three months, causing himself to be extremely envious of the task given to Lean.

Gale walked down. A commoner's homage to a nobleman, who had enormous social caste differences, caused a commoner to feel extremely inferior and fearful.

Once again, Gale's steps came to a halt. The hand of Felipe's private butler stopped Gale from approaching Felipe, "I'll present it."

Against the shrill voice that felt intimidating from the woman, Gale could only bow down, replying in a very soft voice, "Well," and immediately stepped back.

Felipe certainly knew the figure who served him food. Gale's figure closely resembled his disguise target, making Felipe not the slightest bit worried about eating the food that had now been served right in front of him.

Although the investigation and search for spies have been ongoing since the Third Prince's death yesterday, Gale remains optimistic that his disguise is not uncovered.

Moreover, with his high statistical points and abilities, escaping from the dimly lit room in which there were only the guards of 28 knights and 10 servants was not difficult, either, although Gale is a little unsure if he can do it by killing Felipe if that happens.

Felipe turned his gaze to Gale, a smile was etched on his face, "Thank you."

It was rare to hear a royalty thank a commoner.

Slowly, Gale turned back. Finding a sign from the maidservant that stopped him from immediately exiting the room, Gale once again lowered his head, turned around and pushed the food carriage towards the exit.

Just before the door closed, Gale glanced at Felipe, whose right hand had now scooped up the soup and was about to enter his mouth.

Good, time to report to you.

Gale stepped up, in solitude in the middle of the dark passageway. There was only the sound of the wooden wheels of the food carriage he was pushing.

Unknowingly, one corner of his lips lifted up. Not to anyone, Gale painted a happy face, very confident that Ares would grant his wish in addition to monetary rewards.

Lean, Marie, watch out for you!

Inside a house in one corner of the Latva Capital's slum district, Eina lamented the windows that looked like they were about to be smashed.

Several subordinates whom he strongly believed were nearby, together waited for the signal to be given by a Cornwall Clan member who infiltrated Felipe's hideout.

"Head." One of the subordinates of the man—who was his former knight back then— summoned, approaching Eina up to a few steps behind him, "Does His Majesty the Emperor no longer need us?"

For a moment, his memories were restored when he decided to serve Ares, who was once only a noble of the Kingdom of Rowling as Margrave.

Eina was really impressed that the youngster seemed to be able to pitted against so many nobles from the five countries.

Likewise with himself—former Royal nobleman Natrehn rank Marquis and bear the title of great general—also unknowingly pitted sheep with Zelhard, a great general and his former colleague who is a ranking noble Margrave.

The tone of his subordinates sounded piercing, assuming that the Intelligence Bureau could not move independently. Even so, Eina showed a gentle smile, "The Intelligence Bureau's specialties and duties are different from the 'Cornwall' that His Majesty the Emperor directly subordinates."

"Different to those of us who have an edge in designing plots and schemes behind the scenes as well as dirty tasks abroad and domestically, 'Cornwall' specializes in infiltration and murder. Your Majesty is looking forward to the synergy between these two organizations" continued Eina.

Eina glanced at her subordinates, finding them hard-faced, "What's the matter?"

"That's.. From a long time ago I was curious... Is the 'Cornwall' you just mentioned is that group of assassins? Aren't they supposed to be based in an island nation and serve one of the country's great clans?" Eina's subordinate was a little confused.

"Of course." Eina smiled wryly, her words causing her subordinates to be extremely shocked, "Even I am very curious about the way His Majesty brought them under her."

Once again, Eina focused her gaze out the window. A reddish point— which is a fiery arrow— flashed in the sky of the capital, a sign that the Cornwall Clan had completed its task.

"I think it's time to strengthen this bureau." Eina muttered, keeping her eyes on the path that the arrow had just crossed.

"Can we know the reason for the decision?" Despite her shock, Eina's subordinates questioned her decision.

Eina turned around, painting a wry smile, "Because Renacles and Alven will soon be our enemies."

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