After experiencing my father-in-law's joy intensely with my whole body, I finally got free and approached the Crown Prince, who was standing awkwardly. Vermeer and Eisenach were guarding him as always. But what was different was that Eisenach and Vermeer seemed confused about me.
Probably because even though this was the Crown Prince's first campaign, I was the one hogging all the glory and attention. That's why the Crown Prince greeted me awkwardly. With Fiel having broken off to serve under me, the prince's inner circle had been split in two.
His gaze was like that of someone looking at a political rival.
This was bad. His mindset was one of confusion and suspicion.
Had some bastard driven a wedge between the Crown Prince and me?
It could have been some Euz noble or duchy noble who envied me.
"I've returned after completing Your Highness's orders."
"Is that so? I don't recall giving you such orders."
"I received orders from the War Minister to pursue the fleeing enemy."
