Chapter 75
The man was rolling around with naked prostitutes.
In a bedroom within the castle, lavishly adorned with every conceivable luxury, despite the fierce war raging.
“Your Highness, Charles.”
Even at the call of the castle maiden Aurelia, the man did not respond. His face buried in the prostitutes’ breasts, he snored as if the world were ending.
The stench of foul wine permeated the entire room. It was a sight that made the talk of a patriotic struggle for independence against the empire’s tyranny seem utterly hollow.
“Your Highness Charles.”
After a long silence, the holy maiden Aurelia spoke again. Only after calling the ‘King’s name’ five more times.
“Hm… What is it?”
Only then did Charles VII, the ‘rightful heir of the House of Britannia,’ stagger to his feet. As soon as he stood, he clutched a golden goblet adorned with ruby crystals… and gulped down the wine poured by the courtesan.
It was broad daylight, the sun high in the sky.
“The Imperial Army’s supply train has just handed over a large quantity of military supplies as we requested.”
“Is that so…? Hmm, well done, very well done.”
A decisive victory that could turn the tide of battle. Yet Charles VII’s expression showed little emotion.
“In any case, it means the day I become king of this country is not far off, right?”
“…Indeed.”
The Virgin of Aurelia nodded. Just moments ago, at the table for Philip’s ransom negotiations, she had recalled the words of the ‘Black Prince’.
