Why are you obsessed with your fake wife? Chapter 33.2

“Why are you here?”

“Long time no see. I missed you.”

Nadia smiled brightly at him, as their eyes met.

Sorry, but now was not the time to exchange greetings leisurely. A confused Glenn began to pepper her with questions.

“No, how exactly did you get here? What was Fabian doing!? Did you sneak your way here?”

“Ah, Sir Fabian is….”

At that moment, Fabian peeked his head through the entrance of the tent.

“I… I am here, my lord.”

He had a fretful expression on his face, as if to say that he knew what he had done wrong. He did not even dare to look Glenn in the eyes properly. The beads of cold sweat that had formed on his temples could be seen even from afar.

In that instant, Glenn could guess how things had turned out. Fabian, that twit, had led Nadia here by himself.

“Fabian. Knox. !!”

The furious voice resounded inside the tent. Fabian immediately stuck to Nadia, his face deathly pale.

“Hold on, just one moment! One moment, my lord! There was a reason why I brought her! Madam, you said you would help me explain!”

“Glenn, first calm down. It wasn't Sir Fabian, but I who insisted on having my way. I asked him to bring me here.”

“Even if it was his master's command! Do you know where this is?! What would have happened if you had been ambushed on the way here!? Does he not understand what 'personal guard' means?!”

“Forgive, forgive me, my lord”, Fabian replied, with a long face. He still didn't dare to lift his head.

“I really had something urgent to tell you, so it was beyond his control. I forced him to, so please don't punish him.”

“…..do the servants at the castle know that you are here?”

“I left a letter behind, so they should find out right about now.”

That meant she came here without anyone knowing. If they knew, she would have had to persuade many more people to let her come.

“The castle must be in a tizzy now.”

Glenn mussed up his hair, as if he had an oncoming headache, and asked.

“Sigh…..since you are here already, you must have something to say. You didn't come all this way to find me just because you missed me, did you?”

“I know how to destroy Vallon castle.”

Glenn froze. That was not what he'd expected to hear.

As Glenn hesitated, wondering what in the world he should say, a voice came.

“Huh!”

A huff that sounded dumbfounded beyond measure came from beside them.

As they turned, they saw Giscard looking at them with a look of extreme dissatisfaction on his face. The other knights had not voiced their discontent like Giscard, but they had the same expression on their faces.

“Does Madam perhaps have experience with campaigns? Forgive this ignorant old servant for daring to ask.

“How could I?”

“In that case, Duke Balazit must have provided a military science teacher to tutor Madam.”

“Unfortunately, Father is not so open-minded. He thought it sufficient for daughters to find befitting grooms and move to their new homes.”

The longer the conversation continued, the more Giscard's expression stiffened. From her words, didn't it mean that a person with no knowledge of war had come to the commanders' meeting to assert her own opinion?

It was to be expected that she would have neither experience nor knowledge, but her saying all that with such confidence made it ten times more irritating.

For the majority of the knights standing within the tent, their families had been going into battle alongside their lords, even from the time of their forefathers. So what rubbish was she spouting in front of such people? They didn't want to hear whatever ridiculous idea she had.

If there was any place where poor orders from command could take innocent lives, then it was the battlefield. How much of a plaything did she take the lives of the knights and the soldiers to be for her to do a thing like this?

As the air of dissatisfaction in the room continued to grow, Giscard's voice rang again.

“…..what strategy does Madam have? I personally am very interested in hearing what it is. Does everyone else agree to hear Madam out?”

“I agree.”

“I definitely want to see how brilliant this idea is.”

“It has to be a surefire method if she came all the way from Winterfell castle to tell us.”

After hearing out his subordinates, Giscard spoke again.

“My lord, we all agree to let Madam take part in the meeting. If my lord so permits, we would like to hear what Madam has to say.”

Wrinkles formed between Glenn's eyebrows. He owed that woman a huge debt.

He wanted to cover for her by saying that she had only made a mistake, but the atmosphere had become too grave for him to say so. In addition, Nadia, the person in question, gave every indication of wanting to say her piece, so there was nothing he could do. As he couldn't stop her from speaking, Glenn was forced to give his permission.

“I will give you a bit of time.”

“Thank you.”

As soon as he agreed, Nadia walked close to the conference table, as though she had been waiting all along.

Then, lifting her finger, she pointed to the west side of Vallon castle.

Chapter end