“What on earth is he scheming?” Arnold muttered.0

After their audience with Count Rubena, the Storm Caravan had been led to a residence reserved for honored guests. Looked at optimistically, it meant they were being treated well; looked at pessimistically, it meant they were under watch.0

It wasn’t just the servants bustling inside. The knights and soldiers stationed as guards were all basically the Count’s eyes and ears.0

“Well, I don’t really know the whole story myself…” Gustav’s expression was slightly conflicted. “Isn’t it possible the Count was telling the truth? He mentioned the vampires first, after all, and… well, the idea that he’s suspicious is really just our speculation so far.”0

“Hmm. That might be true,” Arnold agreed, nodding slowly with a hopeful look. “It would be good if that were truly the case…”0

There were simply too many uncertain pieces in this situation, and from Arnold’s position, Count Rubena was not someone he could afford to antagonize.0

Unless the Storm Caravan was big enough to sway an entire kingdom, the leader of a medium-sized trading caravan was nothing more than a wealthy commoner to a count. If the Count decided to pin a false charge on him and take his head, he could tidy up the mess without trouble.0

A noble’s power always reached its peak on their own land. It was impossible to press them without proof, and even with proof in hand, an immediate move would be reckless.0

So for Arnold, the best case is that Count Rubena really isn’t the enemy.0

Thinking so, Leon alone knew...0