The real problem was the rumor about the crown prince. I hoped it wouldn't blow up into something catastrophic.
"Commander, aren't we pursuing the noble who escaped?"
"He's left a trail. We can take our time tracking him."
I had the Searcher Scouter.
In fact, if his instincts had driven him back to a secret hideout, I might be able to round up his accomplices in one sweep. Viscount Dumarck's escape was nothing more than bait.
Bang!
The front door was nearly torn off its hinges as the knights stormed in.
There had been a major battle outside as well, leaving a sea of blood and corpses scattered everywhere. Viktor was just as drenched in blood as I was—proof that he'd fought at the front.
"The resistance was fiercer than expected. They gave us trouble for a moment."
"Well done. What's the damage to the unit?"
"Five wounded, and... one dead."
