Chapter 29

Chapter 29

… The northern part of the empire was largely divided into the Northwest, the North, and the Northeast, and three families governed each of the territories.

Their main duty was to defend against external enemies. The ‘Freyden’ were the most famous since they had the warrior’s shrine, and the ‘Dahman’ family in the north boasted a reputation that was second to none.

“Salute! I hope the Bercht conference goes well!”

On the platform of Harlan, Dahman’s capital, the palace guards saluted Glitheon, who nodded with a smile.

“Thank you. Make sure to deliver the goods to Count Dahman.”

“Yes, sir!”

The train station was further north of Harlan, which was already a northern territory. Sylvia looked at the snowflake at the tip of her nose.

“It’s snowing in April.”

Glitheon smiled, thinking how cute Sylvia was. “Well, we’re in the North, after all. Come. It’s time to go.”

“Okay.”

“We’ll leave you behind if you move too slow, my lady~”

“Shut up.”

Their party boarded the train not long after.

The VVIP cabin was half the size of a standard room. Equipped with not only a bed but also a sofa, carpet, desk, and chairs, it was more than just cozy.

“How long until we get there, dad?”

“It’s 6 hours to Harlan, then another 3 hours from the platform to the mountain range,” Glitheon replied as he sat on the sofa. The ‘platform’ the Bercht express train used was simply called the ‘platform’ since there were no villages or renowned locals around it to be named after. Only the platform was there.

Upon arriving there, one would need to change trains to head straight to Bercht.

“What was the classified information about?” Sylvia placed her writing materials and notes on top of her desk as she raised a question.

“An ambush.”

Sylvia’s eyes widened as she sat down behind the desk. “You’re supposed to inform the others.”

“Notifying them doesn’t mean the enemies won’t attack. If I revealed it, they’d have to come up with another plan, which would definitely cause unnecessary bloodshed since it was formulated in a rush. It’s only right that wizards deal against wizards.”

Sylvia looked like she didn’t understand. Hence, Glitheon further elaborated with a smile. “Bercht has always been like this, child. It was actually even more perilous 15 years ago. Attending the conference itself was a war.”

“Why?’

“Because Bercht serves as a great honor and memento for prestigious families. Just attending it engraves the names of the 12 Traditional Families and the 8 Exemplary Families.”

Fifteen years, twenty years, seventeen years.

Since the interval between each summon was so long, Bercht’s authority had reached the heavens before it could even be held more than enough times to normalize it. Hence, being allowed to attend it was considered a clear indication of a family’s power, nobility, and magical prowess.

“However, Bercht has special rules.”