After much hesitation, Erik ultimately caved under Nancy's coercion.
Try as he might, he couldn't think of any way to thwart her scheme. Whether for the sake of his lord or his own family, speaking up seemed like the safest choice.
Besides, it was only basic military arrangements—nothing too sensitive. That was what he kept telling himself.
"…Miss Nancy, I'll tell you."
"Hah! That's better. You really made me waste my time for nothing," Nancy said with a smirk, propping her chin on one hand. "Now spill it—what did he say?"
Erik recounted Rus's instructions in rough detail. Nancy pressed him repeatedly on certain parts, especially Rus's decision to assign Weston to his unit.
When she'd heard enough, Nancy gave a derisive snort. "Tch, you can't even figure that out? No wonder you're still just a crude swordsman. If I were Rus, I wouldn't knight you either!"
She sighed with exaggerated dismay. "Rus really is a born noble—just like the rest. Devious. Low. Two-faced!"
