The chain of Adventurer-caused issues was Siegfried’s doing.

Last night…

“Excuse me… Lord Angele…?”

“Yes, Your Majesty?”

“I have a bit of cash…”

“Pardon me…?”

Lord Angele was greatly taken aback by the remark.

‘Hey… I really do have money… Please don’t look at me with those eyes…’ 

Siegfried sulked upon noticing the kind of gaze she was using to stare at him.

Of course, it was true that the Proatine Kingdom’s finances were not that great, but that was only in recent times. The treasures of the Immortal King that the Nordic Tribe had brought were so immense that selling only half of them would be more than enough to hire the Adventurers he needed to put his plan in motion.

“Lord Angele…”

“Y-Yes…?”

“You were surprised just now, right? I mean, I’m just the king of a small backwater kingdom, so how much money could I possibly have, am I right?”

“N-Not at all!”

“I think I’m right, though…”

“No, Your Majesty is mistaken! The thought that Your Majesty Siegfried van Proa is dirt-poor and is barely managing to scrape whatever you have in your coffers never crossed my mind! I swear! It never did! Haa… Haa… Haa…”

For some odd reason, Siegfried...