The Trial of Count Kuslov

Peltron lay on the floor, flailing his arms and legs—just like a child throwing a tantrum.

Of course, Abel had no intention of doing the same. Rules were rules, after all. He didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble in a league that was running smoothly.

But then, Peltron said something that pierced his heart.

—"Even a captain doesn't have a knighthood! Then it's possible!"

"Uh..."

To be honest, it wasn't wrong.

In the North, Abel Carriers held no official title. It felt like an asymmetrical force operating independently. Since he was a member of the royal family, he probably never felt the need to obtain a knighthood or anything of the sort.

Abel nodded slightly.

"If it's a short-term contract, I'll think about it."

—"Oh! Really?"

"Instead, I think you should make more active use of your subordinates' surveillance capabilities."

—"Of course."

Peltron was already subordinate to Abel.