In Herbert's eyes, the opponent's layout methods were crude, all actions revealing an arrogant streak, obvious to any discerning person.
Who was plotting in the shadows? Did the princess know? Was anyone from the Albert Family involved?
Herbert had no doubt that once he returned to the capital, answers to these questions could certainly be found through clues.
Because the opponent seemed to disdain hiding anything.
But... why go back?
Herbert was in no hurry to return and expose the culprit to clear his name.
Those things that were once incredibly important to the naive youth held no meaning for him now.
He didn't care.
Having arrived in a transcendent world with magic and gods, should he still be entangled in the melodramatic family ethics dramas of kingdom nobles?
That would be... too pathetic.
The revenge plot most favored by the old generation is not as complex as the honorable duels in Western stories.
