Episode 135
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“Keuk… … !”
The final blow, beyond doubt. The pitch-black blade pierced the warrior’s chest and protruded from his back.
“… … !”
Upon seeing that sight, the expression on the face of the demon sword Sepilia froze coldly. It was because she could not have been unaware of the weight of the blood flowing through his body.
“Oh my, this is so crap.”
Master Baro was no exception. However, the Shadow Lord, who understood the meaning better than anyone else, had no hesitation.
“Why, sir… …!”
“Did you think you wouldn’t die?”
The Shadow Lord asked back.
“Did you think that my blade would stop at the last moment, like Prince Mikhail did in Fight Club?”
“Ah, ahh… … .”
“I will tell you the real reason why Prince Mikhail did not kill me that day.”
In a pitch-black avatar that condenses the darkness of this world itself.
“Prince Michael never had the ‘will to die’ from the beginning.”
“… … !”
“That is why he could not kill me, who had the same weight of blood. Killing the blood of the Duke’s family would have meant proving that Prince Mikhail could die. ──That is why I was certain that day that Prince Mikhail would never be able to kill me.”
The reason Mikhail could not kill Dale was because he was crushed by the weight of the blood flowing as a ‘man of the Duke’s family’. Ironically, killing Dale and denying the weight of that blood was the same as denying Mikhail’s blood.
“In this world, the weight of blood is not equal, and in that unfairness, I believe that no one would dare kill the ‘blood relatives of the Duke’s family.’”
“Rain, that f*cking kid… … !”
“Didn’t I tell you? From the beginning, you were the one who made fun of the world.”
Mikhail’s expression was distorted as he wore the warrior’s skin in pain.
“Death is equal to all, and there are no exceptions. Even if it is a person from the Duke’s family, it is no different.”
Even in the battlefield where the lives of common soldiers are dying like insects, it is common sense in this world to capture and ransom nobles and their children rather than kill them. Even knights were no exception. The weight of blood is different.
Michael Lancaster was ultimately the beneficiary of this injustice, an ignorant ‘prince’.
Under the white and dark winter night, the warrior’s blood flowed. The winter floor was dyed blood red. The warrior’s end was there.
“You dare touch the blood of Lancaster, and yet you, you are safe… … .”
The warrior, Michael Lancaster, muttered weakly, but his words were not continued.
There was no hesitation from the Shadow Lord looking down on his past self.
The pitch-black blade swung, and that was the end.
Dale turns his head away.
As a god and shadow lord who reigns over the world of winter night, leaving behind the corpses of Michael and the Rosicrucian Knights strewn across the floor.
Lady Shadow, the Shadow Court’s assassin, and Master Baro the Sword were there to guard him.
The last one on the Lancaster side, towards the swordsman Sepilia.
“Haha, it looks like your situation is not very good.”
“Shut up, you f*cking swallow.”
The second-in-command of the Knights of the Iron Cross and one of the Empire’s war heroes. Sepilia’s expression froze coldly. A blue aura began to swirl around her body, ready to give her all as a knight at any moment.
It was just then.
“You don’t have to worry.”
The Shadow Lord, Dale, opened his mouth, releasing the pitch-black avatar that was enveloping him.
“… … !”
“Just make me a promise.”
“Did you say it was a promise, you damn brat?”
Sepilia asked sharply, not holding back her gaze. Dale nodded silently.
“The ‘Black Prince’ of Saxony and the Shadow Court were not involved in this war from the beginning.”
“what……?”
“The one who defeated Prince Michael was none other than ‘Titania of York,’ and Lady Sepilia was a witness to that act.”
“Do I look like I’ll just follow your orders?”
“Haha, this lady really has a bad temper.”
Master Baro interrupted, as if he found it ridiculous.
“People say, huh? When you hit someone in the head, you have to hit them hard.”
“I’m willing to cut your head off and throw it in the ground.”
“Exactly, please keep your mouth shut.”
Dale snapped in disbelief, then turned his head towards Sepilia.
“As Prince Mikhail said, the weight of life in this world is not equal.”
And the one behind the swordsman Sepilia is not a ‘mere duke’. He is the vice-captain of the Empire’s greatest knight organization.
In other words, killing the demon sword at this point would be the worst possible move that would immediately turn the imperial family into an enemy.
‘More than anything, there’s no guarantee that I can kill with this power.’
Just because they’re called Seven Swords doesn’t mean they’re all the same. Regardless of the relationship between the two, that was the true power of the demon sword Sepilia.
“Even if I accept your offer right now, what will you do when you reveal the truth later?”
“I trust Sir Sepilia as a knight. As the second-in-command of the proud knight organization that the Empire is proud of.”
At least, the chivalry of Sir Sepilia that the ‘Hero of the Other World’ remembered was beyond doubt. Moreover, even if she told the truth, nothing would change. At that time, he had already prepared his own countermeasures.
“Just swear on the name of the Knight of the Iron Cross. That is all I ask.”
“… … .”
Silence fell.
“Michael Lancaster was killed by Titania and the Yorkist army. I swear by my knightly honor that this is the truth I have witnessed.”
After a silence, Lord Sepilia opened her mouth.
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“That’s enough.”
Dale nodded silently and snapped his fingers.
The winter night world disappeared, and soon they found themselves in a battlefield where the armies of York and Lancaster were clashing. Screams were heard everywhere.
The situation was one of overwhelming defensive power for the Lancaster side, who had already been isolated by Dale’s scheme. It was nothing more than a slaughterhouse where York’s soldiers were unilaterally annihilating the Lancasters.
Because the strongest force that Lancaster boasted was no longer of this world.
Thus the curtain came down on the Second War of the Roses.
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As dusk fell, a flock of crows in countless numbers greeted the prey.
The victorious York leaders also gathered in the main hall of a nearby fortress to celebrate their glorious victory.
However, when he heard the ‘truth that Michael Lancaster faced’ through Dale’s mouth, even the greatest Mistress Titania in the world could not hide her shock.
“What did you just say… … ?”
“It is as you said.”
Dale continued blandly.
“His Royal Highness Michael Lancaster was killed in a fierce resistance against Lady Titania and York’s forces, and the noble sword Sepilia was a witness to his actions.”
“What does that act mean now… …!”
“Oh, I know very well.”
Dale smiled coldly.
“Do you think you can treat the Black Successor like a puppet and not pay any price?”
At first, it was York’s Titania who played around unilaterally with Michael’s hands, and then it was York who used Dale like a puppet. Therefore, it will be York’s responsibility to cut off the bud of ‘Michael Lancaster’ who could become a threat in the future and take responsibility for it.
“… … !”
“But don’t worry too much. Fortunately, there is only one heir to the ‘Line of Lancaster’: your eldest son, Prince Richard.”
Dale continues.
“Moreover, we in Saxony are willing to respond to the ‘help of York’.”
What Mikhail believed was by no means an unfounded confidence. He was right. And the political blow to the York family, who would have to shoulder the blame, would be indescribable.
“… … You are truly cunning.”
However, at the same time, there is something to be gained. In any case, the eldest son Richard is externally a ‘puppet of York’, and since the situation has become like that, even the Lancaster family, who are cornered, will not be able to do anything to York. At least Titania has the wisdom to figure that out, and so she soon regains her composure with a smile.
“It seems I have greatly underestimated Prince Dale’s capabilities.”
“I am grateful for the compliments.”
Dale laughed as if it were someone else’s business.
“And as per the original deal, the ‘Sorceress Council’ of the Blue Tower will have to keep their promise.”
A pact between the two that they would achieve victory for York in the war and in return, convene a council of sorceresses.
“We will keep our promises.”
Mistress Titania smiled and nodded.
“But before that, may I ask why you wish to convene the Sorceress Council?”
“We’ll find out when we get there.”
Dale kept his mouth shut, as if he couldn’t easily show his cards. Titania smiled as if she had expected that.
“When the time comes, our man will go to the Duke of Saxony, in a form that Your Highness can understand.”
“I will be waiting.”
Dale nodded. He nodded and then turned away without a moment’s hesitation.
“We are having a celebration to celebrate our victory, so wouldn’t you like to stay a little longer?”
“Unfortunately, we don’t have the luxury of that.”
Dale walked forward without a moment’s hesitation. He had only one thing on his mind: to achieve victory as promised. But that wasn’t all.
The spoils of war: Michael’s death, the political subjugation of the House of York, and even the wealth of the Counts of Brandenburg, whom he hated so much.
All Dale could do now was count what he had in his hands and quietly wait for the moment to come.
When the blue tower finally breaks their silence.
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The First War of the Roses ended in a one-sided victory for Lancaster thanks to Dale’s efforts.
However, in the Second War of the Roses that broke out after Dale left, the Lancaster family’s losses were incalculable.
From the beginning, Lancaster’s victory was the work of the ‘Black Prince’, and after his disappearance, they experienced an irreversible defeat. That is why the only thing people talked about was the name of the ‘Black Prince’. About the weight and value he had on the battlefield, and his outrageous performance in the First War of the Roses, when he captured even the Holy Sword, the war hero of the Empire.
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The Sword of Heaven Lancaster was there.
Above all else, in front of the corpse of my most trusted and beloved son, Michael Lancaster.
At the same time, the Yorkists, with all the regret they could muster for Lancaster’s death, offered up his only blood relative as a ransom.
The only thing that suppressed the urge to slaughter the women of York at any moment was the presence of his eldest son, Richard.
I thought about the future of the Lancaster family, which would become York’s puppet and head towards ruin.
As a father who did not realize the true nature of ‘Michael Lancaster’ until the very end, and furthermore as a pawn on the stage that Dale had made… … Archduke Lancaster bit his lips.
It was around that time that Lady Scarlett, a high-ranking elder of the Red Tower, came to see him.
