Age of arrogance novel (machine translated with some grammatical edits)

Chapter 40

"Well, Your Highness has always had excellent observation skills. No matter how much I look, I wouldn't know."

Lionel muttered, licked his lips, and lowered his head indifferently. Then his eyes stopped on the long scar on Carlisle's side.

"That scar won't go away."

"Huh? Oh, this one?"

Carlisle, who was drying off, glanced at him for a moment and then shrugged his shoulders as if it was no big deal.

"It's a scar from a sword cut, there's no way it's going away."

Three years ago, a fierce war broke out in Louis Pognac, the southern border area of the empire, with the Kingdom of Parle across the border. It wasn't a war that would have been difficult, the Empress and Matthias interfered with the rear supply support, so the soldiers suffered quite a bit. It wasn't a bad incident because it gave a perfect excuse to cut off all the Empress's people who were in charge of transporting supplies after returning from victory. But every time Lionel looked at this scar, his expression would get worse.

"You tend to be a bit obsessed with this scar. It's almost healed."

"Because it's a scar that shouldn't have happened."

"Maybe it's a scar that needed to be created. Thanks to that, I cut off several of the Empress's purse strings. The expression on her face at that time was quite something to see."

Carlisle smiled as he put on the new shirt he had prepared and buttoned it. He cut down several humans who were struggling, saying that he was only following orders from the Empress and Matthias, and Carlisle ended with the words, 'I will add charges of insulting the imperial family.' The Empress, who had been building supporters for Matthias with the money she received from them, had to watch as her money line was cut off without a word.

"I knew Your Highness was a positive person, but I'm still surprised. Do you remember that you were battling between life and death at that time?"

"I'm not gonna die that easily. Haven't I been blessed by God?"

"Didn't you at one point say there was no need to believe all these things, and you personally also didn't believe in it......."

"Using it only when necessary is a political tactic. Such tactics have a long history and have good success. Don't you think so?"

Carlisle made a shameless joke and walked away.

"Anyway, how is Lord Solon doing?"

Isaac Solon was the commander of the Haven Knights that belonged to Carlisle (Duke Haven). Although he had the ability to become the leader of the Imperial Knights, he chose Carlisle as his lord and gave up a higher position.

"He is the one who trained the soldiers at Louis Pognac. He began preparing his troops on the third day after arriving here, and training began five days ago."

"Any problems yet?"

"No problem as of yet. But it can't be helped. It was difficult to get here, but if you let the soldiers rest for too long, their discipline will become lax."

"Especially this is an area bordering 'abandoned land.' We have to stay alert."

Carlisle said, looking in the direction where a cool breeze was blowing even under the hot sun. Many people went to explore the 'abandoned land', but few came back alive, and even those who did, often lost their minds, making this vast land an object of ambiguous fear. A habitat for monsters on a completely different level from the barbarians who live by plundering the empire and the ones that haunt the south.