Chapter 4.1: Council of Lords (1)
The cavity must have been deep underground because the stairs going up felt like it would continue on forever.
Upon arriving on the ground, Dayphon apologized and went somewhere first. Caren guided me and I followed her.
“If Sir Ron needs a meal, a bath, or anything else, just tell me. I’ll get things ready right away.”
I replied I would take a bath first.
My appearance was filthy because I had been a prisoner just a while ago.
As if Caren had already expected that answer, she immediately ordered the servants to prepare.
The maids tried to help me bathe, but I told them all to go away.
It’s embarrassing to let someone else wash my body when I was just an ordinary modern person less than an hour ago.
“I will prepare a separate meal while you’re taking a bath…”
“No need.”
I just wanted to wash and clean up. I didn’t really have the urge to eat.
After somehow taking a bath, I changed into clean clothes and was escorted to my room. It was a very spacious and colorful room.
I walked in and stood in front of the mirror.
On the other side of the mirror, a very unfamiliar man was staring at me.
Jet-black hair, pale skin, two bright golden eyes, and distinct features.
How disgustingly handsome.
Putting aside the current situation, this was just a pure appreciation of the body I possessed.
I had already checked it while taking a bath, but it was a face I would never get used to.
More than that, this was not the avatar of my game character, which had blonde hair and blue eyes.
I moved, and this time stood by the window.
Since it was a room on a high floor, I could see the scenery of the castle well from the window.
The gigantic walls surrounding the outskirts, the tall and majestic buildings, and the soldiers and knights standing guard everywhere with a formidable spirit.
The Calderic Monarchy.
One of the continent’s four major powers, with the Overlord Rashtain and her nine lords at the peak.
Unlike Santea, where almost only humans lived, it was a land where various races other than humans were mixed.
As can be seen from such characteristic, it was the most free and open-minded force among the four major powers.
The place where I was now was the Overlord Castle of Calderic.
The Overlord’s castle was in the very center of Woborn, the capital of Dragore.
Dragore was also a familiar area that I used to frequent while playing RaSa.
Does the city of Woborn spread outside the wall?
Beyond the computer screen, it’s hard to recognize places in reality that one had only seen through the game graphics.
If it had not been for this situation, I would have been able to enjoy the overwhelming scenery in front of me.
“Haa…”
I rested my chin on the windowsill and let out a deep sigh.
Really, how did this happen?
Why did I have to meet the overlord of Calderic?
Even if this all blew up from just one misunderstanding, it simply blew out of proportion.
Now, I could even transcend species and understand the mind of a cow being led to a slaughterhouse.
Suddenly, what Caren said earlier came to mind.
Come to think of it, they said the meeting of the lords would start soon…
I was one of the very first players of RaSa.
Of course, I knew a lot about Calderic.
Not only the main NPCs belonging to Calderic, but even the way the ruling class worked and their governing system were still quite detailed in my mind.
It was rare for users to play a game, knowing even the detailed settings that had nothing to do with the story progress, but the case was a little different when the game was RaSa.
RaSa was a game with a lot of hidden pieces, and sometimes one could find clues about them within the game settings.
That’s why it was common for not only me, but for most of the players in RaSa to know the most trivial settings one after another.
The lords’ meeting.
As the name suggested, it was a regular conference attended by the Overlord and all the nine lords.
And the place where the meeting was held was, of course, the Overlord Castle, where the Overlord lived.
Then, doesn’t that mean that most of the other lords are also gathered here?
As I thought about it, a feeling of uneasiness welled up.
Somehow… I got the feeling that this timing wasn’t very good.
Because from what I knew, the Overlord Rashtain was someone with a rather erratic personality.
After being in anguish for a while, a knock rang.
“Are you resting, Sir Ron?”
It was Dayphon, not Caren, who opened the door and entered.
I knew the time had come.
The words that followed proved the ominous premonition I had.
“The meeting of the Overlord and the other lords is about to begin. But the Overlord wants Sir Ron to attend it as well.”
“…”
Oh.
The goddamn foresight was proven correct once again.
