"Who exactly is this fellow named Aske?"
In the embassy's room, Viscount Heinrich poured a glass of wine and, raising his glass, said.
"I'm not sure," Meyer sneered, "When I left the Richartnal Knights, there was no such person in the group. However, considering that Nuremberg still represents the position of Chief Swordsman in the Knights, Aske's position as Chief must be very shaky. Since when did the group have two chiefs? Can that even be called a chief?"
"What I mean is," Heinrich narrowed his eyes, "you shouldn't underestimate him too much. The necessary probing still needs to be done. Of course, I don't mean you should go down into the arena and challenge him directly. Isn't he from The Azure Longsword Mercenary Corps? You could send your men to taunt his subordinates..."
"…beat his subordinates into severe injuries," Meyer suggested thoughtfully. "Then, just wait for him to lose his cool and jump out."
