Huh? Are they all real?...

'Even if the entire House of Representatives betrayed them, they couldn't possibly kill someone in the House!'

Haha, I see.

The golden eagle of Polis slumped down in despair.

After hesitating for a moment, he said:

"Could you please let me go? Could you please take care of my family?"

The vice-speaker, who had actually been fooled by Polis, breathed a sigh of relief and said to him:

"You're leaving soon, and then you'll be able to take care of your family on your own."

"I'm not needed."

Ah, does that mean my family's attitude towards me depends entirely on my personal performance?

At this point, Boris lost even the idea of ​​directly confronting the emperor.

"I understand, Your Excellency."

Seeing the seemingly dejected Polis, the vice-speaker still wanted to offer some assistance and said:

"You're being transferred to the Southern Territory, where you'll be unfamiliar with the place. You should bring a helper with you. Potter Harry is someone you promoted, and he doesn't have any noble connections. I'll transfer him with you."

You want me to bring a monitor with me?!

Is it really that vicious?

The golden eagle of Polis turned around in utter astonishment to look at the vice-speaker.

The deputy speaker smiled gently and said:

"You're welcome, child. This is what you deserve."

What I should have?

Yeah, it's my own fault for being so impulsive.

As a nobleman, one should know that seeing things one shouldn't have to pay the price.

Very reasonable.

Goodbye, Your Excellency.

Devastated and heartbroken, Polis Golden Eagle left the House of Representatives in a daze.

Chapter 37 The Witch and the Girl

When Moen found Potter again.

Neither Moen nor Potter knew that Potter was about to be transferred to the Southern Territory.

Moen had no idea that the little brother he had painstakingly cultivated was going to be sent to the Southern Territory because of him.

Moen simply said to Potter after they met:

"Congratulations, you have become the Silver Owl."

Looking at the silver owl badge hanging on Mr. Potter's chest.

Moen knew that the other party had already been promoted.

Great, the faster the other party rises, the greater the benefits for yourself.

"Yes, sir, it's all thanks to your promotion!"

Porter was incredibly excited, as someone who had been a Yellow-headed Hawk for thirteen years.

In the few days since he met Moen, he has been promoted to Silver Owl.

If only I could continue to serve this lord.

Porter couldn't even imagine how far he could go.

I'm so excited just thinking about it!

"Since you're Silver Owl, you should have your own personal armory by now, right?"

"Yes, sir, it's been approved. Things that I used to have to apply for, I can now use directly!"

"Very good. Give me a mithril revolver and the corresponding ammunition. Remember, also the bullets for the extraordinary."

"Ah? Sir?"

No, why do you keep asking me for this kind of thing?

Can you even look down on the mass-produced goods that are being distributed to you?

"Don't worry about anything else, just give us the things."

Ah, right, why would someone as insignificant as me ask these questions?

Potter suddenly realized he might have said something wrong.

"I'm sorry, sir, I'll take care of it right away."

Watching Potter leave, Moen felt that things couldn't go on like this.

Keep asking the other person for these little gadgets that important people wouldn't even look at.

If this goes on for too long, the other party will definitely become suspicious.

Yeah, give him a nudge every now and then, so he won't dare to ask or think too much in the future.

After Potter delivered what Moen wanted.

Moen then said something meaningful:

"Mr. Potter, please remember, you're lucky you met me."

"Yes, sir!"

Potter immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

Great, it works!

Moen then left satisfied.

Potter watched Mohn leave with a trembling heart.

He thought to himself that he probably wouldn't be punished in any other way.

With these questions in mind, Potter returned to the Overwatch Council, not even having had a chance to settle into his Silver Owl office.

Porter then received a transfer order.

"The Southern Territory?!"

Porter stared in disbelief at the transfer order in his hand.

How could someone be transferred so soon after becoming a Silver Tyrant?

and many more!

Damn it, my mouth!

Potter suddenly remembered what Mohn had said before he left.

'Mr. Potter, please remember, you're lucky you met me.'

The answer is clear.

I offended that person by talking too much, so much so that I was immediately transferred.

After the clerk closed the door, Potter couldn't help but slap himself.

His mouth has completely ruined his future.

The Silver Owl in the capital is a more prestigious position than the Golden Eagle in many other places!

If I just leave like this, who will take over for that young lady?

Will someone come to hand over the work to me, or is that person finding someone himself?

Porter rationally felt it should be the latter.

But emotionally, he always felt it would be the former.

But it wasn't until he left with the depressed and melancholy golden eagle of Polis that he finally found out.

Potter never got to see the person who would come to take over.

After glancing back at the increasingly distant imperial capital from the airship, she realized what was happening.

Potter couldn't help but look at the golden eagle of Polis beside him.

Did I implicate the Golden Eagle of Polis?

Porter thought it was unlikely, but then he realized there seemed to be no other possibility.

After all, it was the golden eagle of Polis that made the most outstanding contribution.

In this situation, it couldn't be that the Polis Golden Eagle requested to be transferred on its own, could it?

What's more, he even brought along a complete stranger like himself, whom he had barely met many times.

The more Porter thought about it, the more he felt that he had ruined his boss's life.

"Lord Boris, I'm sorry."

Sighing, Polis glanced at Potter, who was apologizing.

His expression was also complicated.

He actually apologized to me!

If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be in this situation.

At that moment, Boris wanted nothing more than to kill Potter.

But he held back, because he knew that if Potter, the watcher, were gone while he was still alive...

Then the next one to disappear will be your whole family.

"It's nothing, it's nothing. It's my own fault, I just couldn't resist touching it."

Huh? Lord Polis, it wasn't because of me?

Potter was instantly relieved; it seemed he had been sent away by that person as a side effect.

That's good, then I won't be treated unfairly anymore.

-

When Porter and Boris's airship finally arrived at the southern capital and left the dock.

A young girl outside the dock ran towards them, her eyes lighting up.

"My lords, I beg for protection! A terrifying superhuman is stalking me!"

The girl didn't understand why there was a golden eagle and a silver owl here.

But she knew this was probably her only way to survive.

Ever since she accepted the task from that seemingly first batch of big shots.

She then began her work.

Although the places that big shot showed her in the Southern Territory were a bit troublesome, they were mostly safe and sound.

All I need to do now is wait until the next time I travel through time to the Lion Family and visit the last few places.

But what she never expected was...

She only realized last night that she had been followed from the very beginning!

At first, the other party was probably just observing from a distance.

But as she finished looking at each place, the other person got closer to her.

From the small hill not far away, to the crowd behind, and then to the other side of the street.

Every single time, he was relentlessly closing in on her!

Like a character from a horror story!