Disappointing Teleportation Magic ~ Even Though The Movement Distance Is Only 1 Millimeter, I Will Rise Through Ingenuity ~ - Chapter 64.3

“Sorry, I was just joking.”

“Yuto, you’re a hero who saved the country, so hold your head high.”

“Okay, okay. I got it, my lady.”

“L-Lady…”

Araseli blushed and squirmed, looking adorable in her shy manner.

I hugged her tight and kissed her on the cheek, making her even more flustered as she entwined her arm with mine.

“Ugh… I can’t stand it anymore…”

“When this war is over, I…”

I heard those kinds of voices from around us, and the stares that had been piercing until moments ago scattered away.

I see, if we draw attention, playing the lovey-dovey couple could be an easy distraction… or so I thought, but that was as far as the carefree mood lasted.

As we advanced further, more and more people gathered around the rest stops.

As our carriage approached, a wave of voices rose, and the guards at the gates of the bases were on edge.

And when we left the rest stop after lunch, I understood why the people were gathering.

“Don’t hand over the hero!”

“Don’t bow to Fulmelinta!”

I didn’t know how the rumor started, but apparently, the people had found out I was going to be handed over to Fulmelinta.

They now believed the luxurious carriage heading towards the now-peaceful frontline carried the hero who slew the wyvern and was to be given to Fulmelinta as part of the peace negotiations.

The number of people gathered increased further once we entered Eberwein’s territory.

The number of guards rose from eight to twelve, and then to twenty. By the time we left the last rest stop before tonight’s lodging, they had to struggle to clear the crowd blocking the road.

I heard at one of the stops that among the refugees from Eberwein’s territory were people who had lost family, friends, or acquaintances to the wyvern.

Upon hearing that the person who had slain the hated wyvern was to be handed over to Fulmelinta, they had gathered to protest.

It was said that such commotion was rare in the Kingdom of Yurefelt, where a strict class system exists.

For the common people, who usually obey orders without question, to gather and raise their voices was an unusual occurrence.

It seemed the country was entering a period of change.

Just when it looked like the struggle for the throne was nearing resolution, pressure was now mounting from the people. Alberic’s path ahead seemed difficult, but this was a problem created by the royal family over time, and they would have to deal with it themselves.

“Yuto, tonight, nobles from the Second Prince’s faction are expected to be present at the lodging.”

“Well, I suppose it can’t be helped.”