Capítulo 25: Perfect Hunting Dog
"…Are you serious?"
"Yes, I'm serious."
Gilbert was shocked and raised his pale eyebrows to confirm once again, and Carl nodded resolutely.
Gilbert's head became confused when he heard Carl say that he would take a female knight from a fallen noble family with no confidant.
He don't think Carl is stupid at all, but He don't know what he was thinking by getting such a useless card.
He chose her because she was a woman, but there are plenty of female knights who are prettier than her. He think it would be a bit difficult to say that Carl fell in love with this girl who had no trace of femininity as she gritted her teeth and trained for the revival of her family.
When it comes to skills, there are definitely knights stronger than her. Even if Carl had no martial arts skills, she was clearly a stronger and more experienced knight.
They come from an insignificant family, don't have anything nice to look at, and aren't very skilled.
"Well, I understand. Send In Lady Catherine."
Since Carl spoke so firmly, Gilbert didn't feel the need to persuade him further.
Carol sat calmly, feeling a little nervous, and waited for the person who would become his knight.
Knock—!, knock—!
"Please come in."
With Gilbert's permission, the door opens, and Catherine walks in with a graceful step and bows her head.
You can't get the feeling that she's a woman at all from her very short brown hair, sunken blue eyes, stubborn eyebrows, and stern lips. There is just one knight.
"Lady Catherine, Master Carl wants you."
"Yes, I understand."
Absurdly, that was the end.
Gilbert did not explain further, and Catherine did not ask anything.
Catherine turns and looks at Carol.
"This is Catherine Mold, who will serve Lord Carl."
"…This is Carl."
Carl, who was a little embarrassed, smiled and held out her hand.
When Carl held out his hand, Catherine held his hand at just the right moment, stayed still, and when Carl let go, she withdrew her hand like a knife.
Carl looked up at Catherine's face, who seemed to have no complaints at all.
Then suddenly, Carl realized that Catherine was not truly dissatisfied.
She came from a fallen noble family and became an imperial knight, risking her life for the revival of her family. However, as she became the knight of the sickly 4th prince, who had no power and could die at any time, all she dreams of reviving the family went to waste.
It would be even weirder that she wasn't angry.
Nevertheless, She doesn't say a word, just keeps her mouth shut and follows orders.
Even though her life and her family's future were mired in mud.
"…Let's go."
Carl did not say anything to Catherine.
That's enough. As long as she listen to his commands carefully, that's enough.
… Compassion belongs to those who have it. It is a luxury not permitted to a hungry rat.
Carl harshly whipped his desire to become weak.
"Lord Carl. Please give me time to pack my bags."
Carl pauses at Catherine's words.
Well, since she is a knight, she must have a lot of baggage. She can't just come with her body.
"Yes, I will be waiting for you out front."
"Please come prepared."
"Thank you."
Catherine bowed and walked away with great strides.
Carl stood silently for a moment, glaring at where Catherine was, then smiled softly and greeted Gilbert.
"See you next time. Sir Gilbert."
"Yes, Master Carl. if there is a chance."
Gilbert answered with a smile like a warm old man next door.
But there was a bone in those words.
if there is a chance…
How cruel are these words?
***
"Lady Catherine will be here soon. Let's waits and we will depart right away when she comes."
"Yes, Master Carl."
Harman, who was waiting at the carriage seat, opened the carriage door when Carl approached and politely responded to his words.
However, a small feeling of dissatisfaction with Carl was stirring in one corner of myhid head.
Not only would a prince speak highly of his servants, but he would even wait for a knight to arrive. There is no such thing as too much dignity.
Catherine there? As for the woman's name, Harman never heard of it. Where on earth is he is planning to bring a girl from a lowly family? Surely she's not a commoner?
Fortunately, Catherine finished preparations much sooner than Carl expected. It seems like about a minute has passed since Carl got on the carriage.
She just brought one more thing that Carol didn't expect.
"… Who is that?"
"He is my squire."
After hearing Catherine's words as she touched the squire's shoulder, Carol finally realized that he had done something stupid.
'Holy shit! It was an opportunity to bring all the seeds together!'
Carl did his best to control his facial expression.
But he couldn't hide the fact that his stomach was upset and his face was pale.
If you bring in a high-ranking noble knight from the Imperial Knights, you can drag along the squires of equally high-ranking noble families under him.
A family of that size would have more than one or two squires. At most, there may be close to 10 people.
Catherine, a fallen noble family, has only one squire. They must even be from a lowly family or a commoner!
"What are you doing? Hurry up and say hello to Lord Carl."
Catherine urged the servant who followed her in a stern voice.
Even though Carl felt dizzy, he bit the inside of hismouth to come to his senses.
And in order to make up for the loss as much as possible, He thought he should at least win Catherine's heart by treating this lowly squire well, so he got off the carriage and stood in front of them.
Harmon tried to hold Carl, who was a little dizzy and stumbling, but he shook off his hand and stood.
Harmon's eyes twitch at the fragility that goes well with his thin features.
The squire was a fairly large but young-looking boy with normal dark brown hair and dark brown eyes.
Carl don't think there's much of an age difference between him and that guy. Maybe that guy was one younger than him.
The boy mutters grumpily with a sullen, dissatisfied face.
"…This is Lady Catherine's squire, Bilford."
"Bilford! What are you doing?"
"Yes! This is Lady Catherine's squire, Bilford! Master Carl!"
However, when Catherine yells at him, he is shocked and shouts loudly.
"… … ."
"Master Carl?"
Harman cautiously called out to Carl, who seemed surprised and froze in an awkward posture instead of trying to shake hands.
"… Ah, um, nice to meet you…Nice to meet you… ."
Even so, it was impossible to speak highly of a commoner or a mere squire, so Carl said that and held up his hand.
Bilford hesitated as if he was very embarrassed by Carl, but when Catherine squeezed his shoulder and opened her eyes, he shook Carl's hand with a trembling hand.
And then glanced at Carl in confusion.
This was because Carl hands were shaking more violently than his.
Carl speaks to Bilford with a simple smile on her face.
"Please take care of me in the future. Billford."
Yes, it goes without saying that it is not on the list of Imperial Knights.
Bilford, a young and talented knight who under Adrian did all kinds of dirty work without saying a word, even while hearing the emperor call him an asshole, he is not a knight yet, but just a squire!
'After going around like this, I finally got it!'
Carl smiled.
It's a pity that he can't take care of the families in a row, but in any case, he achieved my initial goal.
He blew a big opportunity, but it's not that bad.
…Anyway, it's not bad.
'Finally, I received my perfect hunting dog.'
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