Chapter 149

In Lockwood City, Omar hadn't slept at all all night. He had been staying in the study room, staring at the door, waiting for a report from the horse thieves. There was still a bit of time before the sun would rise. He was dozing off a bit, but he resolved himself to not fall asleep, as the success of the horse thieves could determine whether or not he would be able to return to his father, as well as whether or not he had the qualifications to fight for the nobility title of a count.

Omar's eyes remained fixed on the door, the dim light of the study room casting long shadows across the floor. Each creak and rustle from the hallway made his heart skip a beat, but it was not the sound of the report he was waiting for. His mind raced with thoughts of the potential consequences: if the horse thieves failed, not only would his chances of returning to his father be jeopardized, but his ambition of securing a count's title would be in serious peril. The weight of both personal and political stakes pressed heavily upon him.

Omar didn't want to be a Baron in this remote, barren land. The only thing they could do here was stay in their territory all year round, and they couldn't even have banquets where nobles gathered to have fun.

Omar felt trapped in his own domain, surrounded by the relentless expanse of the barren land. The isolation gnawed at him, as he yearned for the vibrant social gatherings and the lively banquets of the court. His responsibilities as Baron seemed endless and monotonous, confined to overseeing the land and its sparse resources. The lack of companionship and the absence of the usual pleasures of nobility made each day drag on, further deepening his sense of discontent.

All of Omar's friends were in the central land, which would take about 8 days to travel to from the Western Land. It would take even further to go to the capital.

Of course, all the people attending the banquets have to be nobles. They must be nobles with good taste, too, and not these nobles in these remote lands who are just like country bumpkins.

"Just you all wait, wait for me to return to Lord Father. I will make all of you regret encouraging Lord Father to send me here." Omar gritted his teeth as he looked at the swaying candle flame. "When I inherit the count title, I will send all of you here, and make you all pay 100 gold coins each year as tribute."

His eyes narrowed as he imagined the scene. "You'll see, once I'm in power, I'll make sure every one of you pays for your arrogance. This place," Omar gestured vaguely around the dim room, "will be your new home, and I'll see to it that you understand just how insignificant you really are. The day will come when you'll beg to be released from this cursed place, but by then, it will be too late."

100 gold coins was the amount that a baron made in a year. Omar was basically trying to squeeze his half-brothers dry by doing that.

"Heh heh heh…" Omar let out a perverted laugh as he indulged in his fantasies, making the knight who was outside guarding the door shiver. Omar would periodically fantasize about being a count, and it was important that no one disturbed him during this time. Otherwise, even his confidant would be punished. The confidant did not want to experience that punishment again.

"Hopefully the fantasy is over quickly this time." The knight sighed. 'Master Omar is very scary when he's in his fantasies. He may even behead a few people just to feel like he was a count.'

"Everything will be mine! Mine! Who dares to disobey me? Men, drag them out and behead them."

Omar's shouting caused the knight to roll his eyes. 'Master Omar should go and write a book, a book called "Count Omar's Life Quotes". Then he should have it performed on a stage in the capital. That will be what will really attract noble ladies, and he may even gain Princess Lucy's favor. And then I may become a noble too, right? I am very willing to be any noble, even a small noble like a baron.'

The knight that was guarding the door was now also indulging in his fantasies. He was imagining all the wives he would marry and all the taxes he would collect after becoming a noble.

Well, it was inevitable that people would get lost in their imaginations, as there wasn't much entertainment in this world. If one was in a big, prosperous city, like the capital, then they could go and watch actors perform plays on stage. Small cities like Sakura City didn't have plays for people to watch. The only other form of "entertainment" this world had was getting on bed and fuck.

Because there was no entertainment, the nobles would become bored and just sit in silence, which would cause their imaginations to go wild.

In the study room, Omar was sitting on the chair with a satisfied face and breathing heavily. His eyes were a bit mesmerized.

"I am Count Omar…" Omar said subconsciously. His pupils slowly focused as he slowly woke up from his fantasies. After sitting for a few more minutes, Omar got up and walked to the window. Looking at the color of the sky, he could tell that it was almost time for daybreak. Omar looked at the bed and there lay a woman naked unconscious. She was the daughter of a noble from another city. Horse thieves caught her after they raided the village and gifted her to Omar.

"Soon, they should be near Lockwood City now." Omar said excitedly. 'I can just imagine the surprise on everyone's faces when I appear in front of Lord Father with 500 gold coins. The fact that I, a baron, can earn the same amount of gold coins a viscount can earn in a year is proof of my strength and my ability to manage territories. As long as Lord Father isn't stupid, he will definitely pass the title of count to me and not my useless brothers. Then I will make my brother's life hell.'

"Of course," Omar continued, his voice a low murmur to himself, "There will be challenges ahead. But I've prepared for this. I've made alliances, secured resources, and I have the respect of my people. Lord Father will see the value in promoting me. Once I'm Count, I'll ensure my brothers understand their place."

The thought of their downfall filled him with a grim satisfaction. His ambition knew no bounds, and he was determined to seize every opportunity to solidify his power. As he gazed out the window at the sky, a cold smile played on his lips. Soon, everything he had worked for would come to fruition, and his rise to power would be undeniable.

"Swish." 

A small, soft sound caught Omar's attention, causing him to look down. He immediately saw a pair of eye, frightening him and causing him to yell "Someone-"

With a burst of strength from his arm, Chris rushed into the studyroom and slapped Omar's mouth, slapping his words back into him. Chris then knocked the terrified Omar unconscious, catching him with both of his hands as Omar fell, and gently and slowly placed him down on the floor. 

Chris stood over Omar's unconscious form, his breath heavy and his eyes scanning the room with a mix of vigilance and anger. The silence that followed was palpable, each creak of the air seeming to amplify the tension in the air. Holding the military knife tightly, Chris waited for any sign of movement or intrusion, every fiber of his being focused on the door and the potential danger that might come through it. His mind raced, strategizing his next moves as he prepared for whatever might happen next.

One minute… two minutes… three minutes… after a few minutes without anyone bursting through the door, Chris breathed a sigh of relief. 'I thought I got caught and would have to kill and break out of the castle. I didn't expect my target to coincidentally come to the window when I was climbing the walls to sneak into the study room.'

"I'll have to include this error in the report, too." Chris said as he scanned the surroundings and saw the naked girl. He froze for a bit before covering her with a bedsheet. With light footsteps, Chris walked over to the desk and gently pulled out the drawer. He found a money bag, opened it, and froze for a bit. There were a lot of gold and silver coins in the bag.

"City Lord will be happy after seeing these, right? Our rewards won't be small, either. What a big harvest." Chris put the money bag in his coat pocket and found a few more gemstone rings in the other drawers. Chris didn't get too greedy and quickly stopped. He put Omar inside a sackcloth, went to the window, tied the sackcloth with a rope, and slowly lowered it for the other 3 Wolf Squad members to take it.

After feeling that the rope shook a few times, Chris let go and climbed back down onto the ground, where the 3 War Wolf Squad members were waiting for him. Together, they secretly carried Omar out of the castle and into the woods outside of Lockwood City.

"It's almost daytime. We must hurry up and leave quickly and reach Sakura City before noon," Chris said.

"Yes."

The 4 people got onto a different set of warhorses, carrying Omar and leaving behind the silent Lockwood City.

Inside the castle, the knight guarding the door yawned. He didn't pay any heed to Omar's shouting as Omar did that frequently during fucking girls. This was how scary habits could be. By the time he realized that Omar was missing, it was already daytime, and he wouldn't be able to catch the War Wolves even if he tried.

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