Around the time Rigel was rampaging inside Valestein Royal Castle—
"Pick up the speed! We must arrive in time no matter what!!"
"Y-Yes!!"
"Damn it! Please be safe…! My beloved Mesterica and Rigel…!!"
Balzac von Goussel, Rigel's father, was racing his carriage forward.
He was chasing after his own son, who had gone berserk and marched all the way into the enemy kingdom's capital.
"Marquis, please! Calm down! We're almost at the outskirts of the capital!!"
"I know that! But how can I possibly calm down?! If something happens to those two, the history of the Goussel Marquisate will end right there…!!"
(Good grief…! That idiot son of mine! Once he gets home safely, he's getting the lecture of a lifetime!!)
Balzac cursed his son's foolishness in his heart.
