Perhaps it was a touch of emotion, for a while, all three of them were a bit silent.
After a long time, seeing this kind of atmosphere, Philip broke the tranquility and said, "I also know that, this is not it, as soon as I received that it was a secret letter sent by you, I directly asked for orders to come here?"
Freya stood behind the Baron and listened to the dialogue between the three, and sort of sorted out the relationship between the three.
It turned out that this Earl Philip was a comrade in arms who went to war with the Baron and Howard in the beginning, and the Baron also saved him in the battlefield, only that he didn't think that one of the people he casually saved at that time was actually the son of a great nobleman.
Out of the Baron's saving grace, Philip let the Baron taught him a period of time of the sword called the Baron as a teacher, and after the war Philip originally wanted the Baron to go back to the capital with him, but was rejected, and so on Philip is a not small regret.
Three people talking and laughing, in the baron's invitation a few people into the castle.
As a junior, Freya stood at the back and could not intervene at all, until she took an excuse to leave.
On the way back to the bedroom, Freya frowned slightly, because although the three were talking, she who possessed keen senses still found that during the talking Count Philip's eyes crossed over her from time to time, and there was also a complex emotion in his eyes.
And for the outline of Philip's face, Freya faintly felt as if the flavour of déjà vu.
Carefully rummaging through her former memories, she found that there was nothing at all about this person.
"Maybe it's something else." Shaking her head, Freya pushed open her bedroom door.
Placing the book in her hands back on the desk, her eyes looked into the distance, not far from the castle a patchwork of tents made of brown canvas was quickly erected, around the tents there were people directing the soldiers to cut down the nearby trees and lined up in a row to form a row of rudimentary wooden walls.
Her eyes watched the bustling scene and her mind pondered.
If that Philip was a familiar face, then for this war, the ripple effect of the Grimm's territory might be much smaller, after all, from his attitude towards the baron was very respectful.
Moreover, because Saladin and Byron were separated by a forest, even if there were soldiers, they couldn't be a large force, and the imperial side had thought of this before sending two thousand troops to suppress it.
If this one ended, then about Beltar's side was definitely going to be crusaded, and the consequences were completely imaginable.
Things might be going in the right direction, and if he was right, the war would be within the next day or two.
Only, things were not often as Freya suspected.
On the first day after arriving, Philip let the entire army relax for a day, citing the soldiers' need for rest and recuperation.
And on the second and third day, Philip still didn't make any intention of travelling to the Beltar territory, which made the Baron, including the entire smart people of Green Castle, feel incredible.
And the iron mine side even withdrew all the guards originally stationed at the castle at Philip's request.
Inside the parlour that Grimm Castle used to recruit to the VIPs.
The Baron's face was somewhat ugly as he looked at Count Philip who was sitting in front of him comfortably sipping the mint tea that was a speciality of the Green territory.
This comfortable expression, as if he came here not to fight but to travel.
"Philip, what do you mean by this!?" The baron finally couldn't help but question the man in front of him in a low voice.
In his memories, the Philip at the time was a simple and strong young man and was extremely worshipful of him, not expecting that in just over a decade, the man in front of him had turned into a different appearance.
"Teacher, you also know how far the imperial capital is from Green Castle, I just want the soldiers to have a good rest." Philip said with a bashful face.
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"Just rest?" The Baron looked at Philip incredulously, not expecting that he would actually use such an obvious reason to put him off, knowing that the daily food and necessities consumed by the two thousand soldiers were all borne by the Green Castle, and that in just three days almost half a year's worth of the castle's stock had been eaten up.
A hint of disbelief appeared on the Baron's shocked face, and he quickly thought of a possibility.
"Then you're deliberately stalling for time!?"
"Stalling for time?" Philip frowned slightly, his originally peaceful expression revealing a hint of anger "Teacher, are you questioning my decision? Or do you think that I am going against the orders given to me by the Empire, I can take you to a military court if necessary based on that statement alone."
"...... "Looking at Philip whose face suddenly changed, the Baron fell silent.
Thinking back at the beginning when he saw is Philip that kind of familiarity makes him feel as if this man in front of him deliberately disguised, originally felt that everything is fine Baron, did not expect to become like this.
Philip left his seat and stood up to walk to the baron's side, patted his shoulder and said with a slight sigh.
"Don't be anxious okay, teacher, the reason for the delay is that I'm waiting for a chance, a chance to uproot both the Beltar and Saladin soldiers, and I'm not the same person that I was back then, I've crossed over into the ranks of the strongest, and can be compared to you."
Philip's words caused the Baron to look up with a hint of surprise.
"Are you saying that you are already..."
"That's right, I've already broken through my own shackles." Philip's face turned into a smiling look again "Also, tomorrow night I intend to borrow your castle and entertain all of you as a slack for not informing you these days."
Without waiting for the Baron's reply, Philip walked straight out of the parlour.
After Philip had just left, Howard walked in and looked at the Baron who was standing in place with a gloomy face and frowned slightly.
"What's going on?"
The Baron looked at the shoulder that had been tapped by Philip, although it seemed that it was just a gentle pat and caress, it made the Baron feel a blow that was no less than his own strength.
"I didn't realise that he had actually become a Knight-class as well..." the Baron muttered, then he turned to Howard and said seriously.
"Maybe he hides it well, but Philip is no longer the Philip we used to know, what he's doing now may have deviated from the outcome we predicted, I don't know what he's really trying to do, but there's no doubt that continuing like this will be a havoc for the Grimm territory...it's time to do some backstabbing. "
"......" Howard looked at the Baron's serious expression, knowing him for many years he had long understood the meaning of the Baron's words, without words he nodded heavily and turned to leave.
Quietly watching Howard's departure, the Baron's eyes flooded with a complex look.
Although Philip had given him a vague reason, his years of city knowledge made him vaguely feel that things were completely different from what he had envisaged.
On the other side of this conversation, Freya, who had been concentrating on adapting to her own power, also felt that something was very wrong.
Perhaps as an outsider, compared to the Baron, she thought about things more comprehensively, and on the second day of the soldier's rest she went around with an inexplicable mood and asked her servants to inquire about Count Philip's deeds.
Through the scattered intelligence, she gradually struck out a hint of something very crucial, that is... Count Philip's family background seemed to have a very subtle connection with the Bertha family.
This terrifying clue gradually gave Freya a glimmer of clarity.
Just as she wanted to tell the Baron about this clue, the bedroom door suddenly thought.
'Knock, knock.'
"Who is it?" Freya frowned.