The Distinguished Mr. Rose Chapter 93: Chapter 92: I'm Still Your Biggest Fan

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Chapter 92: I'm Still Your Biggest Fan An anxious mood spread amongst the castle in the following days to come. The servants were not ignorant of the power struggle between the two factions, and they began to reconsider their allegiances as news of Roland’s departure was soon announced to all of Francia. Some were elated knowing that action was finally being taken against the dreaded Great Evils while others more involved in politics were much more wary. For better or worse, the castle was entirely under Ganelon’s control. He was both jury and executioner, the supreme law ruling in the emperor’s place, and there was naught the castle officials could do but keep their presence low and hope that the man’s nefarious plots did not involve them. They did not have the leader of the Peers to keep him in check anymore. With both the support of the people, the judiciary, and even the otherworlders summoned by God, nothing could stop him from consolidating authority during the month Roland would be absent. But that was a matter for the Franks to deal with. It was amidst this political strife that a certain gentleman was happily preparing for his soon-to-be exciting voyage! So far he had seen many sights, the wetlands and cliffs that bordered Francia’s territory, but this journey was an especially special one—for rather than within, they were to visit a foreign nation entirely. That meant new people, new cultures, and possibly new seeds to blossom. Of course, he couldn’t leave without the company of his charming companions! Marco, Mili, and Harper swore to follow him whether the other Peers agreed to or not, but fortunately Sir Roland gave his permissions, and so the party of four spent the week gathering supplies and preparing themselves for yet another adventure. To Lucius’s surprise, however, a couple of other players expressed their interest in joining him. Mister Crowley the bomberman felt uncomfortable being surrounded by the castle’s seedy affairs and wished to become stronger so that he would never again lose a friend like he did Mister Pierre. Beside him, Miss Rhodes the seamstress and Miss Enapay the spear warrior also wished to come. When asked the reason why, Miss Rhodes replied with, “Eh, nothin’ special. I figure a gal like me oughta follow the big folk if she wants to make it in this world, y’know? Besides, I’m fixin’ to get out there and see me some sights, live life to the fullest and all that. Never know when I’m gonna kick the bucket.” Miss Enapay was much more reserved in tone compared to the bubbly seamstress. She had a sharp gaze and an even sharper demeanor, determined to survive no matter what. “I wish to be stronger. The environment here is stale and full of husks without spirit. Peace has poisoned their minds with a false lure of security, but the monsters outside are only the beginning. I will not resign myself to be a mere victim.” Lucius didn't have the chance to interact with Miss Enapay much during the expedition, but her prowess in battle was quite the impressive sight. She was a bit like Harper in terms of physical build, only more flexible, fiercer, and inclined toward mid-range combat. All in all, the three of them had their own motivations and didn’t intend to fully join Lucius’s charming little team, but their help would be useful nonetheless. And so, with their main force organized, all that was left to do was wait for the fated day to arrive. It was on the eve of their departure date that Lucius met up with young Karolus for another parting tea party. “You’re leaving for Arabia?” Karolus said, his expression turning a little sad. “I’m glad Sir Roland will be with you, but… be careful there. I don’t think the Saracens will like you very much.” “Oh, and why is that so?” Lucius asked. “The former emperor, Pepin the Umbral Wraith of the Blood-Soaked Twilight, tormented their people for a long, long time. They didn’t surrender like the Moors, so his late Holiness had Sir Roland kill their leader—Saladin