Episode 117
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Deep in the labyrinth. The heirs of the two dukedoms were there. They faced the monsters that were revealing their malice towards them.
It was an absurdly large spider, a dozen meters long.
But the strangeness of its existence wasn’t just its size.
The spider’s legs were made up of ‘human limbs’ that were several meters long, and furthermore, what was attached to the spider’s eyeballs was a ‘human face’. Each of them had a strange expression of joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure, but regardless of the expressions they were making, they were all shedding tears. They were tears of blood.
It was a strange monster that looked like it was made by dissecting the bodies of a dozen people and recombining them into a spider. It was definitely not an easy-to-understand monster like an orc. It was a strange creature that could be clearly felt even by the standards of this world.
“That’s interesting.”
Seeing that sight, Michael Lancaster opened his mouth.
“I’ve heard the stories the rich people are talking about the Great Labyrinth of the Demon King’s Territory.”
“It must be a story about an ancient demon tribe.”
“Could the human bodies that make up that monster be victims of their experiments?”
“well.”
“The sages say that the ancient demons are still waiting for their time in the deepest part of the Great Labyrinth.”
“I wonder where on earth you heard that story.”
Dale didn’t answer. He didn’t know everything about the Demon King’s Territory either.
“At least a human body won’t emerge from the labyrinth for no reason.”
But one thing was certain: the flesh that made up that monster was clearly human, although it was impossible to know where those fleshes had come from and where they had been fused together so horribly.
Four pairs of spider eyes, each containing a human face, staring at me.
Each of them crying, laughing, getting angry, and feeling sad, all shedding tears of blood.
“… … After the succession dispute with the House of York is settled, we, the Archduke of Lancaster, will spare no effort in ‘developing the Demon Territory’ in order to fulfill our alliance with the House of Saxony.”
Michael Lancaster said, adjusting the hilt of the Peacemaker’s sword.
Speaking of the cause of the ‘Great Alliance of Demons’ in which the House of Lancaster and the House of Saxony will join hands.
“In other words, it may not be impossible to delve into the deepest darkness of this Great Labyrinth and the Demon King’s Territory.”
“His Excellency Mikhail’s proposal will be considered positively.”
It was a proposal that even Dale could not fault.
“however…….”
After saying that, I paused for a moment. Accepting a deal and negotiating the specifics were two separate things.
“I hope you understand that I cannot leave immediately as I am currently starting the development project of the Demon King’s Territory under the name of the ‘Virgin of Saxony’.”
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that.”
Mikhail smiled as if he had known this would happen.
Things happen in this world far from at a rapid pace. It takes months to prepare for war, and even moving from continent to continent is a crawl by 21st century standards.
“Since we have joined hands in the name of the Great Demon Alliance, His Majesty the Saxon Viscount, it is only natural that I should show my sincerity first.”
“What do you mean?”
“While the Marquess of York is gathering their allies, my father will also be gathering allies for the Duke of Lancaster and preparing to fight against him. This will no doubt take some time.”
Wars never happen overnight, especially when they involve clashes between great princes like the Duke of Lancaster and the Marquess of York.
“When the time comes, Father will send a messenger to this Demon King’s territory.”
That’s why Mikhail said.
“Until then, I will devote my efforts here to developing the Northern Demon Territory as desired by the ‘Count of Saxony’.”
As if he had no interest in the artifacts that would make him rich overnight in the labyrinth.
“I swear that I will protect the lands of the pioneer farmers and wield my sword against the demons who threaten this land, in addition to my activities in the labyrinth.”
“… … What is it for?”
“For the peace of us all.”
Michael Lancaster smiled. Peace for all of us. Dale remained silent.
At the same time, a ‘monster spider’ made of human flesh rushed towards the two people. It was an absurd rush, like a jumping spider. It was fast.
But at the same time as the spider’s swarm, a red-white aura enveloped Mikhail Lancaster’s body.
The ‘Armor of Thought’, the avatar of Michael Lancaster, symbolizing the Apostles of Fire and Light.
It illuminated the world like the sun, but at the same time, it was raging with flames of destruction that rivaled the sun’s heat.
The light of dawn that illuminated the darkness of dawn enveloped the blade of the Peacemaker. Michael Lancaster rushed forward, holding the ‘Mediator of Peace’ in his hands.
‘Avatars are so convenient.’
The idea of building up in the shape of armor.
When a wizard develops a world of ideas, it means a gap with this world. Furthermore, unlike the world where his imagination is revealed as it is, a knight is relatively less restricted. Except for cases like the Holy Swordsman, which are extremely ugly.
In simple terms, this means that you can release your power relatively easily compared to a wizard.
The Apostle of Fire and Light swung the ‘Mediator of Peace’, and the human body that formed the monster spider was torn to pieces.
The human faces that replaced the four pairs of spider eyes broke free of their individual expressions and simultaneously let out screams of pain.
“… … !”
Soon, pure white flames swirled around.
A burst of light, like the corona of the sun. Dale could sense the source of that absurd heat.
The corona that surrounds the sun is a plasma atmosphere that is emitted around the sun and other celestial bodies.
‘Plasma… … .’
A collection of particles consisting of ion nuclei and free electrons, created by applying heat to a gaseous substance.
As an apostle of fire and light, his name is not lacking in anything; he possesses overwhelming destructive power.
The sword wind of plasma swept through, and there was nothing left. Not even a few handfuls of ashes that should have been scattered. In front of that heat, even the ‘magic stone’ that the monster should have dropped was no exception.
“Oh, this is it.”
He released his avatar, and Mikhail Lancaster smiled, seemingly embarrassed.
But even the blue flames that Mikhail spewed could not illuminate the shadows cast beneath the hood of Faceless.
“… … .”
In the shadows of which the bottom was unknown, Dale could only remain silent. Later, he imagined the scene when the plasma sword wind would sweep towards him.
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Michael Lancaster is strong. And even a man of that strength is nothing compared to the seven swords known as the Seven Swords of the Continent.
The one who is said to be closest to the Seven Swords of the Continent. In other words, even Mikhail cannot reach the Seven Swords of the Continent.
The world is wide and there are many strong people.
Even Dale, who is called the greatest genius in the empire, is still unable to overcome these giant mountains. However, the feeling that these beings gave Dale was never one of frustration. Rather, it was the driving force that lit a fire in Dale’s heart.
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An alliance between the House of Lancaster and the House of Saxony against the Demons.
However, it is still too early to make that fact official. As soon as the fact becomes known, the Marquess of York will feel threatened and take action.
That is why Mikhail Lancaster swung his sword as a mere adventurer for the peace of the Demon King’s Territory.
Secretly become a ‘Messenger of Peace’ to protect and develop the Demon King’s Territory according to the will of the Count of Saxony.
An Auror Master, or in other words a knight who can use the Avatar, has power equal to a legion in his own right.
One Man Army.
The fact that this one-man army was wielding their swords for the peace of the Demon King’s Territory was a trustworthy force that was incomparable to anything else to Dale.
Especially for the Demons who avoided confrontation with the Saxon army and used guerrilla tactics to attack pioneer farmers, the existence of ‘Michael Lancaster’ must have been like hell.
There is no grand idea that the Demons will dye this world with evil. Their raiding and pillaging of farms is merely a struggle for survival. However, Dale’s development of the Demon Territory is also a ‘struggle for survival’ to grow as many crops as possible in the frozen soil of Saxony and to provide a home for the people of the Duchy.
Demons and humans. A fight for survival between two forces that cannot coexist.
That was the truth of the Demon King’s Territory development, but even at this moment, many in the Demon King’s Territory had no doubt that they would fight against evil and cultivate the land of the goddess. At the moment, many pioneer monks armed with religious beliefs were cultivating the frozen soil of the Demon King’s Territory against the threat of the demons, and Dale had no intention of denying their beliefs.
Belief darkens a person’s vision and at the same time instills in him an unwavering resolve.
Even if it is a twisted and distorted belief.
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“Ah, Catherine! My Catherine!”
“Haha, Prince Philip is also… … .”
The lustful Philip smiled, as if he didn’t know what to do in front of a lovely woman.
The scoundrel of the Count’s family, the genius of defeat, and the son of the most shameful swordsman on the entire continent.
But the smile that Catherine of York was giving to Philip was a pure and beautiful smile that could not be compared to anything else.
“Even if the people of the world point their fingers at Prince Philip… … .”
Catherine’s hand gently caressed Philip’s cheek. Then, bringing her lips close to his ear, Catherine whispered.
“I know that Prince Philip will rise as a hero to this empire.”
“Ah, you are right!”
Catherine’s voice was as sweet as the whisper of the Virgin Mary, and Philip could not hide the surging emotions before her affection.
“I can see it. The ‘true value’ of Prince Philip that others cannot see.”
Her smile was not the cheap smile of the prostitutes that Philip had encountered countless times. Her whispering was also far from the flattery that the prostitutes used.
It was a sweet, sincere voice whispering to the deepest part of his heart.
“Ah, Catherine! My love, my fiancé!”
Philip couldn’t help but embrace Catherine, but it wasn’t an act driven by desire. It was a delicate gesture, as if he was handling the most precious thing in the world, without the name of lechery.
“So, my dear husband, please do not betray my expectations.”
Catherine, in Philip’s arms, whispered softly in his ear.
As if the smile from just now was a lie, he had an icy expression without even a shred of emotion.
