「Naban! Have you lost your mind?! Do you even know where you’re meddling?!」 

A frantic voice from his family’s bodyguard echoed in Naban's ear.

After all, this was a Ragnar operation, involving accusations of treason. No matter how influential the Ceres Company was in the North, if Ragnar decided to, they could turn it to ash in a single day.

Staying out of this would have been the logical choice for the Bacchus family.

But—

「You know only one side of things. Are you really that clueless?」 

Naban deflected Clébé’s blade, his scoffing laughter escaping as he parried her attack.