Book 3: Chapter 4
“Hey, Prince Wein. Right on time.”
Upon entering the castle, Wein was shown into not the audience hall but one of several parlors.
“With the topic being what it is, I thought we’d talk in here where there won’t be any prying ears.”
“I have no objections. However…” Wein trailed off, sitting down on the sofa and looking straight ahead, behind Ordalasse—at Holonyeh, who was standing there.
“Why is Lord Holonyeh here?”
“Ah, he’s a newcomer, but he’s got a real knack for it. He’s been assisting me in various matters lately.”
“I see,” Wein responded in the socially acceptable way while moaning internally.
Cavarin had a long history—even though it had nothing on Natra. Of course, this meant many of the vassals had inherited their positions. Which meant there was something off about the king keeping a newcomer like Holonyeh by his side.
When Holonyeh had visited Natra, Wein had been impressed that he had managed to butter up the king enough to become an envoy. In truth, his cunning couldn’t be denied. But even Wein had not imagined that the someone with almost nothing in the way of blood relations had managed to get this close to the seat of power.