Episode 169
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The development of the Northern Demon King’s Territory and the reform of the Black Tower.
At the center of the Saxon Duke’s house, which was developing day by day, was, without a doubt, Dale, who was active as the Duke of Saxony’s representative.
And while Dale was in his chambers in the Demon’s Lands performing his duties as Viscount of Saxony, the council was called to order.
It was the Blue Tower of intrigue and lies, the Sorceress Council.
“It’s nice to see you again, Prince Dale.”
Until just now, Dale had been in the office of the Viscount of Saxony. However, the City Master’s emissary came to see Dale, and through him, he could feel their consciousnesses being united, transcending even the physical distance.
The mirror image of the Duchy of Northern Saxony, the permafrost of Antarctica, known as the Crystal Land.
There was a table right on the ground, and the sorceresses who were said to be the rulers of the blue tower were there.
The physical distance or location of the council they are hosting has no meaning. In other words, they can exchange information when necessary regardless of where they are or what they are doing.
It was not Dale who did not know the gravity of the implications of that act in this world.
“Dale of Saxony, I would like to meet you, Chairman.”
Dale bowed his head silently, and the blue-clad man with his hood covering his identity… … The chairman smiled softly.
At the same time, several butterflies flew up behind her.
It was a blue butterfly.
“I can’t help but be amazed at the performance that Confucius showed at the Black Tower.”
A butterfly flew up, and one of the sorceresses opened her mouth. It was a very familiar voice.
“Princess Kiara.”
The fifth princess of the empire, Kiara, is a member of the imperial family with the dragon’s blood, and is also a sorceress who works secretly as a spy for the Blue Tower.
“Haha, even if you reveal my true identity, nothing will change.”
Kiara took off her hood and smiled quietly.
“I, too, am just happy to be able to see you again, Your Highness.”
“Oh my god.”
“Let’s leave it at that.”
Kiara burst into laughter again at Dale’s words, but the chairman cut her off.
“Your Majesty, I appreciate you taking the time out of your busy schedule to do so.”
“Is there another reason you called me?”
“There are indeed many reasons.”
The chairman said.
“You have reached the level of the 5th Circle and have been reborn as one with the ‘Old Mother of Darkness’, and we are also closely watching your activities in the Duchy of Saxony.”
“It’s the first time I’ve heard of a man with a blue tower in the Duchy of Saxony.”
“Our blue people are always required to be secretive and cautious.”
“Just like you did to Sepia?”
Dale asked back, pretending to be cold.
“You don’t have to worry too much about that. Prince Dale is no longer an outsider to our Blue Tower. In fact, he is something more than that.”
The chairman continued speaking softly.
“Isn’t that so, Shadow Lord?”
“Isn’t this pointless chatter over yet?”
“Haha, that’s not possible. Gaining Confucius’s trust is more important to us than anything else.”
The chairman said.
“This is a council convened solely to gain the trust of Confucius.”
“What do you want to say?”
“I just want to share with you the secret night and day conversations that our birds and mice have heard.”
“… … Please tell me.”
“The Empire is watching Saxony more closely than ever before.”
The chairman spoke, and Dale responded as if nothing had surprised him.
“It would be strange not to pay attention. Is it a story of such secret value?”
“Please don’t be so hasty, your wise disciple.”
The chairman said.
“Then next, Titania of York.”
The Mongma clan, who had previously won the Wars of the Roses and effectively absorbed the Duke of Lancaster through Dale’s efforts.
“I have received information that the Red Tower has made contact with the Duke of Lancaster, the Heavenly Sword, and that the House of Saxony is behind the Wars of the Roses.”
“… … !”
“Next, Hergé.”
“There is a story that there is conflict within the Mountain Assassins regarding Sepia Yang’s conduct.”
“There is a growing number of people within the Church who are suspicious of Cardinal Nikolai’s suspicious behavior.”
Secrets from all over the empire, closely intertwined with Dale, began to pour out one after another through the mouths of the sorceresses.
Furthermore, even if it wasn’t directly related to Dale, there were serious issues that could never be overlooked.
To some extent, Dale had also expected this. But what was most shocking was that information that was supposed to be Dale’s secret was being revealed in such detail that it seemed as if it was on the palm of the Blue Tower’s hand.
“There is no surer sign of trust than confessing to someone that you know their secret. Isn’t that right?”
After the sorceresses finished telling their stories one by one, the chairman smiled.
“Are you planning to threaten me again?”
“Threats? As I said, we are loyal to the Shadow Lord from behind the scenes. We have taken our own ‘measures’ regarding the things I mentioned earlier.”
The chairman continued with a meaningful smile.
“But for just one thing, I couldn’t do that.”
“What is that?”
“Assassins of the Mountain.”
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The chairman said.
“As I promised to the Confucius, it is no longer our role as Blue to protect Miss Sepia.”
That day, Dale promised to shoulder Sepia’s debt.
“That’s why I left it up to the Black Tower and Prince Dale to persuade them.”
“You really are very thorough in keeping your promises.”
“If Your Majesty changes his mind, it will not be difficult for us to handle the matter again.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
The chairman spoke, but Dale shook his head.
“As I said, protecting Lady Sepia is something that the Saxon family and I must do.”
After stirring, Dale said.
“Furthermore, I would like to express my gratitude again for the information you provided and the measures you took.”
Those who still possess and control all kinds of secrets and information from all over the continent.
The blue Mastermind.
“As I said, our blue is always ready to serve the Shadow Lord.”
The blue tower spoke, and that was the end.
The bonds of consciousness were broken, and Dale was now in the office of the Viscount of Saxony.
“… … .”
He looked around and sent back the City Master’s messenger, who was looking confused.
A blue information network that spreads like a spider web throughout the empire. I didn’t mean to underestimate their skills, but I ended up underestimating them too much.
There can be no doubt, at least for now, that they are loyal to the Shadow Lord.
Furthermore, there is no denying that their ‘blue web’ is of immediate help to Dale.
But that was it. There was no need to turn down the information network they provided, but it was too risky to trust.
‘It’s not something to think about right now, but… … my head is starting to hurt.’
As it turned out, it was later that I thought about the tower of intrigue and lies.
Because all Dale had to focus on now was fulfilling his promise.
The Mountain Assassins. A secret organization of elven society comprised of dark elves from the desert who purge outcasts from the world.
The Blue Tower had once made a deal with them to save Sepia’s life, and in return for that debt, he had mortgaged her life.
But now it was no longer their role to shoulder that debt.
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“Master right now.”
“Oh, shit. Lower your voice.”
As soon as Dale appeared in the Shadow Courtroom, Master Baro lowered his voice in an uncharacteristic manner.
As Dale tilted his head, he saw the shadow saintess sleeping with her head buried in his arms.
“It’s nice to finally have the young lady fall asleep.”
“… … .”
Dale nodded at the sight. Then he turned away without saying a word.
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The darkness of the night was deep, and the night wind of the Demon King’s Territory blew. No, it was the wind of the northern frontier that could no longer even be called the Demon King’s Territory.
“Do you know anything about the dark elves of the desert?”
“Haha, damn it. I’m the best assassin on the continent. How could you not know that?”
Master Baro laughed heartily, gulping down beer in the forecourt of the castle. Dale continued calmly.
“I intend to make contact with those mountain assassins soon.”
“Phew! Whoa, shit!”
“What the hell.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Master Baro spit out the beer he was holding in his mouth. Seeing that, Dale swore along with him.
“I can’t move around noisily, and the only thing I can move with is the shadow court.”
“Oh my, why is it that all the f*cking up is my lot?”
Master Baro grumbled as if it were someone else’s business.
“Still, thanks to you, I think my fortune has improved a little.”
After grumbling, he continued. His voice was unusually serious.
“Thanks to the Nari of the Black Tower, I am less in pain and have fewer seizures than before, and it is incomparable to the time when I was left alone among the fanatic bastards.”
“Are you still volunteering to be her knight?”
Dale asked back. Master Baro held his breath for a moment.
“I stabbed my lord in the back with my sword, and became a disgrace to the knights, bearing all sorts of infamy… … .”
“Heh heh, damn it. Don’t say such embarrassing things.”
Master Baro turned his head away, swearing.
“As long as you remain my person, the Shadow Saintess will be protected in the name of Saxony.”
Dale said.
“The Seven Swords of the Continent aren’t just dog bones rolling around everywhere.”
Master Baro chuckled as he took another sip of his beer.
“Well, I’ve been rolling around in this cold snow for so long, so what can’t I do in the desert?”
“I’m glad you said that.”
Dale laughed quietly after hearing Baro’s words. After laughing, he glanced at the beer in Baro’s hand.
“Hey, would you like some beer too?”
“no.”
“Haha, you don’t know what beer tastes like. You’ve lost 50% of your life.”
“… … .”
After glancing briefly, Dale soon turned his head away as if he was dumbfounded. The night sky was extremely dark.
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There was a wounded elf there.
“Oh, how pitiful it is.”
“… … .”
Back alleys of the city.
It was deep dawn, and in a place where no human presence could be felt, there was a woman wearing a hood. The copper-colored skin beneath the hood was glimpsed in the pouring moonlight.
The weapon he was holding in his hand glowed pale and frosty.
“This is the final mercy we can bestow upon you.”
“… … .”
The wounded elf remained silent.
“Before you are defiled by the shame of the ugly golden empire, the Goddess of Shadows will take you in.”
In the pouring moonlight, shadows struck the ground.
