I Became a Childhood Friend With the Villainous Saintess

Chapter 81: Imperial Capital Edelmarion (9)

[Nelloa Esquente’s POV]

Another day was already coming to an end.

What had I even done today? The past few days felt like a complete blur.

Every day was the same, blending into one another, making it impossible to keep track of anything. It must be this wretched air of the capital—there was no other explanation.

I shook my head, brushing away my scattered thoughts.

Only then did my mind piece together the day’s events.

Right. Today, too, I had been networking with the nobles of the capital and securing various business deals through the merchant guilds.

I had to offer incredibly generous terms.

Compared to Count Eloran, my efforts were still nothing more than a drizzle. But even a drizzle, when persistent, could soak through before one even realized it. That was the nature of this game.

That was the true power of the nobility.

A tangled web of interests, impossible to fully comprehend.

Blood ties, regional connections, and even the most trivial things all intertwined to form their collective identity.

In essence, they weren’t all that different from the monopolistic merchant guilds, which were notorious for keeping outsiders at bay.

The only real distinction was that nobles tended to be more arrogant about it.

I let out a dry chuckle.

Was this what I had wanted to be a part of when I was younger?

No, I needed to change the mood before I got too sentimental.

Nothing was more pathetic than someone like me sitting around moping.

Just then, I spotted Sir Malon nearby.

Stretching my arms with exaggerated movements, I spoke up.

“Well then, another day survived. Let’s head back, Sir Malon. You must be exhausted listening to all these pointless conversations.”

“The true exhaustion is yours, Baron. What has this old man done, really?”

“I dragged you away from the comfort of your estate, didn’t I? That alone calls for additional compensation. Of course, you know that I, Nelloa Esquente, never skimp on fair rewards.”

“Haha. I’m simply honored that you trust this old man. I may be aging, but I am still a knight. I merely fulfilled my duty.”

Sir Malon chuckled warmly.

Somehow, that simple laughter had a way of easing my heart.

Yes, I truly loved my domain—my people.

They were so precious to me, more than I knew what to do with.

Even now, wasn’t that the case?

Sir Malon could have enjoyed a peaceful retirement in my barony, yet he followed me here without hesitation.

There was something between us that went beyond mere profit—something that could only be called loyalty.

And I cherished those who carried that loyalty in their hearts.

A bond without warmth is nothing more than a transaction.

To strip away emotions and see relationships purely in terms of gains and losses—what difference is there between that and being a mere tool?

Even beasts, incapable of speech, still possess emotions.

And yet, humans, with all their supposed intelligence, seem to care for nothing but accumulating shiny rocks.

Well, not that I’m any different when it comes to hoarding gold.

But priorities matter. I only collect wealth because it’s necessary.

After all, protecting my people and maintaining my territory doesn’t come for free.

“Honestly, the people in the capital feel so… lifeless. All they ever talk about is who said what—what His Majesty declared, what some high-ranking official decreed. As if I care about their damned politics.”

“Politics always seem needlessly complicated.”

“They don’t have to be, but people insist on making them so. Instead of focusing on actual governance, nobles and royals find the most ridiculous ways to assert their power. Mark my words—someday, they’ll be arguing over the number of days they should mourn a death.”

To my eyes, the grand mansions of the capital’s nobility couldn’t hold a candle to the humble wooden houses built by my own people.

The finest delicacies of the aristocracy meant nothing compared to the fresh fruit from Jackson’s orchard.

Even the elaborate carriages pulled by four horses couldn’t compare to my own.

…Actually, that four-horse carriage I saw earlier was pretty impressive.

Maybe I should have one made when I return to my estate.

If my carpenters handle it, I’m sure they’ll come up with something even more spectacular.

“Speaking of which, it’s gotten really late. By the time we return, it’ll be pitch-dark. The Saintess must be waiting.”

“Shall I tell the coachman to hurry?”

“No, safety first. Traveling at night is dangerous. Besides, I brought a gift for her, so she won’t be too upset. The Saintess has a soft spot for gifts—especially edible ones.”

For a moment, the image of the silver-haired Saintess flickered through my mind.

She was breathtakingly beautiful, but at the same time, incredibly difficult to approach.

Not that I could do much about it.

Without Sir Razen nearby, the Saintess was practically untouchable.

Only recently had we started exchanging the occasional lighthearted joke—before that, even a single word from me felt like it could summon a winter storm.

She was, in every sense, a woman made of ice.

Sir Razen was the key to softening her.

Whenever I casually arranged opportunities for them to be together or publicly praised Sir Razen, she visibly warmed up.

That was why I had been hoping they’d get together soon.

If they became close, the Saintess would surely become more approachable.

And if they actually married—well, that would be perfect.

It would certainly make my life easier.

I’m human too, after all.

“Hmm. Now that I think about it, considering how Razen is, this might take a while…”

“Sorry? What was that?”

“Just talking to myself. Anyway, I heard that the Saintess really loves cake, so I feel a little more at ease knowing I have a solid bribe.”

Those two were like rain in a drought to me.

I couldn’t be more grateful that they were on my side.

Without them, I wouldn’t have known a thing about the whole Count Eloran affair.

I would’ve been caught in some scheme and killed off without anyone ever knowing.

Just the thought of it was enough to send a chill down my spine.

Sir Razen saw me as a somewhat peculiar person but respected me nonetheless.

The Saintess, though… With her, it sometimes felt like I wasn’t the one who had her loyalty, but rather, that I belonged to her.

She understood noble society far better than I did, despite my own status as a noble.

Her insight came from an almost impossibly broad perspective.

And at times, her ability to make precise, brutally accurate judgments was so sharp that it bordered on cruel.

She was lying low for some reason now, but someday, she would spread her wings and soar.

Well, whatever. A good thing is a good thing.

Despite seeming strict at first glance, the Saintess knew how to be considerate.

Her meticulous contracts weren’t about nitpicking—they were her way of ensuring that neither side owed the other anything.

She even accounted for details I hadn’t thought of, shielding me from potential pitfalls.

It was a kind of warmth that no greedy noble could ever offer.

Perhaps this was her own way of showing affection.

And as for me, Nelloa Esquente, a petty man by all accounts, I took joy in seeing my people rise.

When I encountered someone ahead of me, my first instinct wasn’t ambition, but admiration.

The idea that I could serve as a stepping stone for greatness—that alone was enough to set my heart racing.

I might not be worthy to stand beside them, but I could follow behind.

And that was more than enough for me.

****

“Come to think of it, Sir Malon, Sophia has grown so much since I last saw her. Since we’re already in the capital, shouldn’t you bring her back a gift? Feelings deepen when they’re reaffirmed, and gifts happen to be the easiest way to do that.”

“I’ve been thinking the same, but I have no idea what to get her. I want to bring back something she’ll truly love.”

“You should’ve consulted me! You don’t need to go overboard with something expensive or extravagant. The best gifts are small but practical—things she’ll use often.”

That way, she’d always be reminded of you.

Just like the necklace I never take off.

“Still, since we’re already here in the capital, a bracelet or a brooch would be a safe choice. If you’d like, I can help you pick something out before we return to the estate.”

“I’d be grateful for that.”

“No need to thank me. This is something I genuinely enjoy.”

Sophia was like a granddaughter to Sir Malon.

They weren’t related by blood, but to them, that didn’t matter in the slightest.

Sir Malon smiled warmly, deep in thought.

Was this what a parent’s dilemma looked like?

That gentle, devoted love—this was precisely the kind of thing I wanted to protect.

***

But that peace was on the verge of shattering.

The carriage, which had been moving along smoothly, suddenly came to a jarring halt.

A commotion broke out among the guards who had accompanied us from the estate.

A wave of unease washed over me.

There wasn’t a single unfamiliar face here—every person present was someone I knew and trusted.

“What’s going on?”

“I’ll check the situation. Please wait here.”

“…Alright.”

Sir Malon returned moments later—his voice urgent.

In his hand was a gleaming sword, drawn and ready.

“Baron! It’s an ambush! Our current forces won’t be enough to hold them off. You must flee, now!”

My head burned hot.

My jaw clenched so tightly that my teeth ground together.

Damn it.

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