Huh? Are they all real?.

Behind him, his superior, Polis the Golden Eagle, looked extremely haggard.

Was it really too hasty?

However, once the old aristocracy saw that person's brand-new handwriting, probably few of them could remain rational.

The golden eagle of Boris later wondered if it might be a remnant from twenty years ago.

The problem is that the handwriting is too new, and it was clearly written in connection with the cult incident.

Although he still doesn't remember everything, the first sentence he saw is enough to explain everything.

So, the monster really did come back.

For this reason, the Grand Duke even found a way to have Saint Constantine provide cover!

The explanation for 'He has returned'.

The Polis golden eagle clearly sees it that way.

To conceal his return, the Grand Duke hid behind the saints.

How terrible!

Not only did the saints and the demon lords get involved in so many major events, but this was just the prelude.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the capital was already a meat grinder that hadn't even started yet.

Every minute and every second from now on will be torture.

Because this thing could be activated at any time, and then it would crush all the fools who dared to remain in the capital.

He didn't want to die, and he didn't want to face the Grand Duke.

However, his eagerness revealed a huge flaw in his plan—under normal circumstances, how could anyone be willing to voluntarily leave the capital?

This is a place that everyone is desperate to get into!

Whenever he thinks about this, the Golden Eagle of Polis wants to punch himself.

How could you be so stupid?

it's good now.

Awarded a medal by the House of Representatives.

This is clearly a sign that the higher-ups have discovered a problem.

Otherwise, how could they all have been awarded honors by the emperor?

Looking at the doors of the House of Representatives, which I had visited many times before.

The golden eagle quickly swallowed a bottle of sedative.

This made him feel much better.

"My lord, thank you so much for your guidance this time!"

Potter, standing in front of Boris, couldn't hide his excitement and said those words to Boris.

This was originally just Porter's formulaic thanks to his boss, Polis.

But Boris sensed something else—did he know I had cleared the way for him?

It shouldn't be.

Those in higher positions can spot problems, but he can't!

He was very careful in paving the way for Potter.

But why does his voice sound like he knows?

Could it be that the Grand Duke told him?

No, why would someone of Grand Duke rank talk about these things with a yellow-headed eagle?

Oh, I understand.

Someone above told him!

After the Grand Duke returns, the entire capital will surely undergo earth-shattering yet subtle changes.

Because he is the Lord of Westeros, the only true dictator in the country for nearly a century.

In other words, the capital city is probably now full of dukes.

So my unusual behavior, plus the fact that Potter is also one of the Grand Duke's men...

Doesn't this mean that the higher-ups have already discovered that I've noticed the problem?!

It's over!

Looking at the entrance to the House of Representatives, which was just a stone's throw away.

The golden eagle suddenly realized that it was going to die inside today.

Trembling, the Golden Eagle of Polis hurriedly drank two more bottles of calming potion.

This is no longer an ordinary potion; it uses an extraordinary magical potion.

After downing two bottles of calming potions, Boris regained his composure.

Don't panic. Even if the entire House of Representatives turns against me and sides with the Grand Duke, they can't possibly kill me inside the House of Representatives!

Moreover, how could the entire House of Representatives possibly betray them?

Half of them are old nobles!

With this comfort.

The golden eagle of Polis barely managed to attend the award ceremony.

Naturally, his transfer was rejected without explanation.

Potter was promoted to Silver Owl and remained under his command.

Although I expected it, it still hurts so much.

Among his colleagues, Polis the Golden Eagle clapped numbly.

It was at this moment that the Vice Speaker, who had personally awarded them medals, walked up to him and pinned an Imperial Gold Medal on his head.

"Boris Haas, right? I remember this is what you obtained."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

"I'm very interested in how you obtained your last gold medal. Stay and tell me about it later."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

The golden eagle instinctively agreed, then he realized what was happening.

Why would the Deputy Speaker of the House of Representatives, one of the cabinet ministers, personally inquire about a mere golden eagle?

In the past, he must have felt extremely excited because he thought he was being appreciated.

But now, he just feels that everything is wrong.

Especially now that the capital city is full of the Grand Duke's undercover agents!

Wait a minute, I remember that twenty years ago, the Vice Speaker was promoted directly from an ordinary member of parliament to Minister of Agriculture by the Grand Duke, and thus accumulated enough ability and prestige that Her Majesty the Queen needed to rely on him after her return to power to demonstrate her meritocracy.

Ah, ah, ah!

He, he, he is the Grand Duke's man!

He must have read my transfer application, and he must have rejected it!

My lord, my lord is going to kill me!

After the vice-speaker turned his back, Boris, sweating profusely, pulled out the last three bottles of calming potions and drank them down in one gulp.

This is a dose that could be addictive even for superhumans, but did he have a choice?

In the deputy speaker's office, Polis Golden Eagle sat down uneasily.

"Mr. Polis."

"Yes, yes, Your Excellency!"

Clearly, even after drinking five bottles of calming potions in one go, the Golden Eagle of Polis still couldn't suppress its wildly fluctuating emotions.

This made the deputy speaker even more suspicious.

His secretary investigated, investigated very carefully, but found nothing.

The only certainty is that the Polis's anomaly likely occurred when Potter Harry handed over that crucial piece of evidence.

He and his men carefully examined that evidence.

And some suspicious points were found.

However, none of these suspicious points can explain the unusual behavior of the Polis golden eagle.

At most, it means that the Yellow-headed Eagle discovered the fundamental problem of the cult, but fabricated evidence due to a lack of concrete proof.

The empire's golden eagle could not possibly fear a cult. Even if it were truly targeted by an evil god, how could it possibly leave the capital city, where the most powerful figure in the country resides?

And what discovery could possibly make him not even want to report it?

Facing the golden eagle of Boris

"But where did you encounter unfair treatment?"

"What? No, no, Your Excellency, why would you think that?"

"Then why do you want to be transferred away from the capital?"

Since we can't find the problem, let's just ask it directly.

The golden eagle of Polis almost reacted to the stress.

It's here! The big one is here!

He stood up abruptly, his lips moving frantically.

How can I explain this? How can I explain this so I can live?!

In his extreme urgency, the golden eagle of Polis finally had a flash of inspiration and said:

“Sir, we Sound Hunters are always making enemies. From a yellow-headed eagle to my current position as a golden eagle, I have offended countless people.”

"So, I want to leave before I really offend everyone to death. This way, I can say that I've left a pretty impressive mark on my resume."

"This is enough to mark the end of my career."

"Your Excellency, please allow me to leave the capital and this dangerous place."

As it spoke, the golden eagle couldn't help but lower its head and plead:

"Please, Your Excellency, while I can still walk!"

The deputy speaker remained silent.

There are indeed golden eagles that did not die of old age due to injuries or illnesses.

Furthermore, the House of Representatives found no suspicious circumstances surrounding their deaths.

Or rather, the House of Representatives could find absolutely no suspicious points.

That seems to be the answer; otherwise, there's no other reason.

"I understand, this is our problem. I'm sorry, child, I'm sorry I still haven't done enough."

Does this mean I... I got away with it?

And I'll be transferred soon?!

The golden eagle of Boris could hardly contain its joy.

“Go to the southern border. The nobles of the empire would never dare to extend their reach into the southern border.”

Although the Southern Territory is semi-independent, the Empire can still do some things for it, and arranging for a Golden Eagle to retire is absolutely no problem.

The golden eagle of Polis was stunned.

Southern Territory?

The Grand Duke's fiefdom?