Chapter 31. The wolf on the cliff looks down on the world. (6)
People froze in the same posture they used to make the sign of the cross.
“Follow the path he illuminates… … .”
Rachel’s speech became slower.
Paaaa-
At the same time, the divine light emanating from Rachel’s body gradually faded.
“Messenger of God… … .”
“lamplight… … ?”
People looked at each other, muttering blankly.
Sigh-
Rachel’s veil and clothes, which had been fluttering, sank.
“-Dio Benedica.”
Rachel made the sign of the cross. The voices that had been heard in multiple layers also returned to their original state.
“God spoke through my body.”
Rachel lifted her slightly bowed head and looked straight ahead.
“Although he was angry – Rachel’s eyes turned towards Emperor Theodore – he did not pretend to be unaware of our difficulties.”
“… … .”
“We must find the messenger of God. That is His will.”
I felt relieved for a moment, but in an instant, the banquet hall became noisy, as if a beehive had been pricked.
“Does this mean that we will win this war if we find the messenger of God?”
“God’s messenger, who are you talking about?” … .”
“No, this person, have you been falling asleep in the conference hall this whole time? “How many times has the saint said this!”
At that noisy time,
“Are you talking about the Black Knight?”
Leah’s serious voice filled the space. Amid all the low-pitched whispering, it penetrated through it like a bright beam of light.
“… … .”
Rachel felt countless eyes on her veil.
Depending on how you respond, the nature of this gaze will completely change.
It was time to make a decision.
No, the conclusion was already decided from the moment she stood up.
“yes.”
Rachel answered with a firm tone.
“God kept sending him to express his will.”
With both hands slightly clasped together,
“The Black Knight, the pitch-black sword he uses is proof of that.”
The voice was full of appeal and persuasiveness.
“That sword has the power of judgment to punish those who go against God’s will.”
“… … .”
“Only those who have been given permission by God can use that power.”
Rachel paused for a moment and then continued.
“The name of that sword, that is, the name known to royalty… … .”
The corners of Rachel’s mouth, hidden and invisible under the veil, quirked up.
“Sword of Autumn, Requiem.”
Craddangtang!
There was a huge commotion inside the banquet hall. People were so shocked that they jumped out of their seats.
“So does that mean it’s one of the swords of the four seasons?”
“Oh my god, this is already the third time in one era!”
“Only those who are allowed by God can use it?”
Everyone got excited and raised their voices at Rachel.
One of the reasons the Black Knight attracted attention was because of the sword he used.
He always left traces, and his corpse often brought fear to those who saw it.
So some people debated whether it was black magic or not.
But that is the power of judgment, a power given by God!
“… … .”
Rachel confirmed silently.
Those who understood the meaning spoke even more enthusiastically.
“I thought the traces were somehow unusual!”
“I guess that’s the power of that sword, Requiem!”
The only people present here were those who had seen traces of the Black Knight or had only heard about it through rumors. So I was able to accept Rachel’s words without question.
In this way, Rachel succeeded in packaging the power of Requiem as the power of God. Fear was transformed into awe.
“… … “It’s pretty good.”
A faint smile crossed Abel’s lips as he rested his chin.
“Then everything the Black Knight has done so far… … .”
“Can this be considered God’s will?”
People were busy talking about the clues about the Black Knight that they had finally caught.
“Think about where he has appeared so far. Other than that, no explanation is possible.”
“Then the thing that appeared in the northern subjugation war… … .”
With perfect timing, Logan Graham received the message.
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“It was to kill monsters according to God’s will. “I guess that’s why he suddenly disappeared.”
Other nobles continued their reasoning while tapping their foreheads.
“I guess that’s why he appeared first during the temple attack!”
“I think it was the same during the wizards’ terror attack.”
“It’s all to protect the empire… … !”
People kept nodding their heads.
When I understood the principles of the Black Knight’s behavior, which had been shrouded in mystery, I was filled with admiration.
“Aren’t you truly noble and truly faithful to the virtues of a knight!”
“He is truly someone who lived for the empire.”
“Isn’t that true because we are carrying out God’s will?”
It was a time when everyone was busy praising the Black Knight.
“but,”
The Earl of Suffolk’s voice poured cold water on him.
“There is no black knight here now.”
People suddenly fell silent. Everyone looked like they had missed it.
“How fortunate is this? “In such a desperate situation, an oracle comes down.”
The Earl of Suffolk’s eyes shone coldly.
‘It’s such exquisite and fitting timing.’
It’s like cutting and attaching puzzle pieces in advance.
He was smart and rational enough to realize that fact.
Therefore, I decided that it would not be very beneficial to question the saint or the oracle, or to question the identity of the Black Knight.
So he took a different approach.
“The problem is, there is no way to fulfill that trust.”
Now that a cause stronger than one’s own has emerged. He was going to focus on the feasibility of the trust rather than the trust itself.
“Do any of us know the identity of the Black Knight?”
The Earl of Suffolk looked around and began to speak slowly.
“What it looks like, yes, I know that. But what about your name? Where do you live? “Are you sure we are citizens of the empire?”
“… … .”
“We don’t know anything about him.”
In a gloomy voice that brings despondency, resignation, and disappointment to everyone.
“Emperor Theodore – he bit his tongue for a moment here –… … “Everyone knows that you tried hard to find the Black Knight, right?”
The Earl of Suffolk glanced at Leah. A reminder of the time she pleaded with her Emperor for her Black Knight.
“But not once has the Black Knight appeared in front of people.”
“… … .”
“He hid in the dark and focused on doing his duty.”
People were nodding their heads without realizing it. Because there was nothing wrong with what the Earl of Suffolk said.
“How can you drag him out into the sun and into this banquet hall?”
There was silence in the banquet hall. While everyone was looking away with a pained expression,
“… … “Isn’t this an emergency?”
Leah looked at the Earl of Suffolk with brightly shining eyes.
“The Black Knight will not ignore this situation.”
“… … .”
“Aren’t you making the mistake of judging the Black Knight without knowing much about him?”
The Earl of Suffolk laughed out loud at Leah’s sharp point.
“Isn’t Lord Leah the only person who doesn’t know much about him?”
“… … .”
Leah’s jaw clenched slightly. After she looked at her ceiling for a moment, she took a deep breath and swallowed her words.
“More than anything, this is a situation where decisions must be made urgently.”
The Earl of Suffolk, having gained victory, continued his attack steadily.
“But when do we have to put out a notice looking for the Black Knight and wait for him to come here?”
People began to mutter softly.
“I don’t have time. Even as we argue like this, that traitor will be advancing toward the capital.”
“… … .”
“I think we have to make a decision today, here and now. “I cannot continue to leave this important position vacant.”
The Earl of Suffolk’s words were logical and thorough.
“No, wait.”
Then Logan Graham raised his hand. He was not meant to refute the Earl of Suffolk.
“Isn’t there someone here who is acquainted with the Black Knight?”
Logan slowly frowned suspiciously.
“I think I definitely said that before.”
Toward Abel, who was leaning diagonally on the table.
“Oh, I remember that too.”
“You were saying that before the wizard broke in, I’m sure.”
Interested and expectant eyes were focused on Abel.
“Well, I did.”
Abel nodded leisurely, resting his chin on one hand.
“Lord Abel, this is not the time to be relaxed like this.”
The Earl of Suffolk greeted him with an impatient tone.
“We must find the Black Knight as quickly as possible. “Can you see him today?”
Despite his urging, Abel remained calm.
“Hmm.”
Tap, tap.
I just rest my chin and tap my cheek with my fingers.
His blue-violet gaze tilted lazily. A look of overt fun appeared on his lips.
“… … .”
Logan Graham swallowed. The nobles on Abel’s side, as well as other old nobles, had their faces tense with tension and anticipation.
“That is impossible.”
Finally, Abel’s mouth, which had been tightly shut, moved. The Earl of Suffolk asked blankly.
“… … “What did you say just now?”
“They said it was impossible to call him.”
Abel responded naturally and without any intimidation. That sight set a fire inside the Earl of Suffolk.
“You’re saying that now!”
“Because the Black Knight is already here.”
“-!”
The Earl of Suffolk froze in place. Because when Abel and her eyes met, I felt a sense of déjà vu.
Abel’s current expression is-
‘Checkmate.’
It was the same as when he captured his king.
“Uh, since when?”
“Where are you?”
People quickly got up and started looking around.
But no one new entered the banquet hall. Except for Elice, the owner of Vittoria who came in the middle earlier.
Everyone who looked around the banquet hall looked back at Abel.
“Lord Abel, are you playing with us?”
“What on earth are you talking about earlier? “I don’t have time for this!”
Abel raised the corners of his mouth.
“Is that possible?”
The next moment, Abel’s appearance began to change.
“—!”
“?!”
People widened their eyes.
I watched blankly as Abel’s blue hair turned black and his blue-purple eyes turned black.
“I told you so.”
Only a few seconds passed, and a young man with a completely different appearance was sitting in Abel’s seat.
“I’m here.”
Abel smiled, taking on the appearance of a complete black knight.
“I am the Black Knight.”
There was a silence as cold as a graveyard in the banquet hall. It was not a metaphor, but a literal expression.
Kugung-
People could not take their eyes off Abel, whose mood had changed 180 degrees.
“I guess everyone had no idea.”
A voice like a devil crawling up from hell.
“Well, I did lead a rather thorough double life.”
A huge sense of intimidation that makes your stomach tingle, an unfamiliar atmosphere that makes you feel like you are not human.
Sweet.
It became more intense when Abel put his hand on the table. In his hand was the pitch-black Blade’s Requiem.
Rattling!
People were so shocked that they pushed their chairs back. Still, his eyes were fixed on the black shimmering Requiem.
“after.”
Abel let out a low breath. At first glance, it sounded like a sigh, or even a laugh.
“It was a bit of a hassle to hide it all this time, but what can you do?”
His pitch-black eyes blinked slowly. A deep joy was spreading above it.
“Isn’t it possible to go around talking about the mission given to us by God around the neighborhood?”
Rattling-
He stood up, holding the Requiem.
“… … .”
No one there dared open their mouth or move their body.
Abel’s dark life was dominating this space. I even had the illusion that if I made a mistake, I would be decapitated by a shapeless blade.
Tap, tap.
Abel walked towards the center of the banquet hall. To the exact spot where the emperor stood to announce the start of the banquet.
“Then I speak as the light of this empire.”
The Earl of Suffolk’s face twisted viciously. Abel grinned, sliding her gaze away from him.
“The whole army.”
Abel’s hands grew stronger. Following his will, the Requiem waved more violently.
“Prepare to advance.”
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