Episode 237
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“Sepia… … ?”
Dale called her name, and at the same time, her body, staggering in excruciating pain, lost its balance. It was only after that that Sepia’s hands supported Dale’s body.
“It’s the blue magic I didn’t teach you.”
Sepia spoke, and Dale nodded silently. However, Sepia did not ask any further questions. In any case, as a wizard who used blue magic, Sepia could not have been unaware. The blue magic that Dale showed her was a high-level magic that she could not even imagine at the moment.
Furthermore, it is very similar to the realm shown by the blue curtain.
“… …Why did you leave Miss Charlotte behind in the Duke of Lancaster?”
But Sepia, as if she didn’t care, asked something completely unexpected.
“Because Charlotte must fulfill her duties as the Duchess of Lancaster.”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
Sepia nodded quietly.
“Miss Charlotte deserves to be by your side.”
“… … .”
“Treat her a little more carefully.”
For a moment, Dale opened his mouth to say something, but then quietly closed it.
Sepia was still supporting Dale’s body. As a teacher who cares for her student, she seemed to be doing what she was supposed to do.
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At that moment, the Sistine Palace.
“What on earth are you talking about?”
Although officially resolved to secede from the empire, the church never separated itself from it.
“That is exactly what you said, Madam.”
As the top of the White Tower and the golden rider, the Heavenly King quietly opened his mouth.
“Our enemy is, after all, the enemy of the Goddess, that is, the Shadow Lord who seeks to cast darkness upon this land.”
“Does this mean you will not decide to break away from the Empire?”
“Oh, that’s exactly what you said.”
The Celestial Duke laughed. The expression on the face of the Virgin Aurelia, who was holding the Holy Sword, froze.
“I can never tolerate that fact… … !”
Pure White Aurelia was about to warn him, but at that very moment.
“There is no need for such a thing as tolerance of a swindler, virgin.”
“… … !”
The smile on Celestial Gong’s face disappeared for a moment. At the same time, his heart accelerated, and the swirling light became chains that began to bind Aurelia’s body.
“From the beginning, when the Saxon darling said that the ‘Virgin’ had been burned on his lands, I was very suspicious of that story. And now, as expected, he has become a loyal dog of Saxony and the Darkness, acting as a spy.”
As he said that, Cheon Sang-gong smiled coldly.
“Do I make you feel like an idiot?”
“I am……!”
Wrong. The pure white Aurelia here is not the real Aurelia who was defeated by the Black Prince of Saxony that day and whose life was saved.
After all, it was nothing more than a fake that had a real form through Kang Ma’s consciousness.
“I am here to bring the kingdom of the goddess to this land… …!”
“Oh, I’m sick of this.”
A fake who denied the pitch-black Aurelia and did not give up on the revelations of the goddess that were given to him until the very end.
But Cheon Sang-gong waved his arms as if he didn’t want to hear it.
Kuung!
At the same time, an unexpected scream rang out.
“Hey, let go of this! It’s a misunderstanding! I, I!”
Aurelia turned her head. Before she knew it, the Church Knights had captured Cardinal Nikolai, the elder of the White Tower and ‘Dale’s puppet’, and were kneeling before the Celestial Duke.
“That day, the virgin accused of being a witch did not die, but was rescued by the ‘Black Prince’ of Saxony. However, even though our brother Cardinal Nicholas knew the truth, he lied in order to save his own life.”
“… … !”
“That very shadowy spy, now disguised as a holy virgin and a holy swordsman, has infiltrated the heart of our church. Ah, as a servant of the Goddess and the head of the church, I feel a truly heavy and somber sense of responsibility.”
“My intentions towards the church and the goddess are never false… …!”
It’s not a lie. As she said, the real Aurelia became a spy of the shadows and became corrupted into the Dark Witch, and the one here is not like that.
Aurelia burst into laughter instead of telling the truth.
What does it mean now? The man who calls himself the head of the church wants nothing more than to become part of that hateful empire. He has no interest in the ‘Goddess’s country’ she desires.
From the beginning, all those who have been here are nothing more than puppets being played by the Shadow Lord.
‘Which virgin was right? The one standing on the ruins of the empire will find the answer. Isn’t that right?’
She here has failed. But the other Aurelia, kneeling before the shadow, will not.
Through her failure, the pitch-black Aurelia will finally realize which decision was right. The existence of the pure-white Aurelia was nothing more than a sacrificial lamb to prove that fact from the beginning.
After realizing the truth, I couldn’t even laugh in vain.
Even now, the blue spider webs tied to her body will act as eyes and ears to inform the ‘Black Prince’ of Saxony of this fact.
‘Just because we were defeated by evil, are you trying to blame it on good?’
‘A line that cannot be won is meaningless.’
That day, Sunbaek asked and Chilheok answered. It was just as he said.
That he was wrong and she was right.
“Don’t think you’ll die easily.”
The Heavenly Duke smiled coldly in front of the self-deprecating Aurelia.
“For witches who dare to defy the Church and the Empire, there will be no easy death.”
“… … .”
“Furthermore, the Duke of Saxony will also pay the price for abandoning the goddess and his country and colluding with the witches and traitors to the empire.”
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Hearing those words, the false Aurelia burst into laughter. The holy sword hanging from her waist emitted a feeble light.
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“Hey, forgive me!”
A man knelt down and begged. He was once a nobleman of the newly-formed kingdom of Britannia, but in the face of the declining fortunes, he volunteered to become the empire’s dog.
In front of him was a face he could never forget.
Sword of Shadow, Lady Shadow.
A messenger and object of fear wandering among the imperial nobles of the island. His identity was very unexpected.
“Seo, the Holy Virgin was resurrected from the dead, took hold of the Holy Sword, and became the Sword of the Nation… …!”
Why is Aurelia, who should have been here? Aurelia in pure white and pitch black. There is no way for a man here to know about their intersecting fates.
Sling.
Aurelia in Black adjusted her grip on her sword. The blade was dyed blood red.
“Hee, heeeek! Please, please, Sister God’s mercy and kindness, and forgiveness… …!”
“Don’t worry.”
Aurelia smiled quietly and laughed.
“I have no right to blame you or forgive you.”
“Ah, ah, that’s right!”
At those words, the nobleman’s expression brightened for a moment.
Chomp!
His throat was cut off and he was left lying there almost simultaneously.
“But there is no reason to show mercy.”
It was a cold voice without even a shred of emotion.
Covered in the splattered blood, Aurelia in pitch black smiled with rapture.
And the night of carnage is not over yet.
Because on this island, there were so many people who needed to be killed.
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Shortly thereafter, the Emperor’s decree arrived in the Duchy of Saxony.
The Imperial Diet was to be convened, and the Duke of Saxony and his son, the first Archpriest of the Empire, were to be placed on the Diet.
This meant that the Drowned Duke Barbarossa and the Church of England, who had resolved to break away from the Empire, were no exception, and in other words, it meant that the princes of the entire continent gathered in one place.
A war that spans an entire continent never starts overnight.
Talking before war was an essential and indispensable process.
That is why the Shadow Lord accepted the offer without hesitation.
To end the silence and face the Golden Monarch with his own eyes, who had begun to move.
It was time to prepare for the greatest war.
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“The Imperial Parliament.”
In the Duke of Saxony’s office, the Black Duke opened his mouth indifferently.
“I would like to ask if you intend to walk in on your own two feet… … .”
After saying that, the black ball remained silent for a moment.
“I guess I have no choice but to go.”
“Yes.”
Dale nodded silently.
“Do you think you are ready to face the Golden Monarch?”
“The moment the Immortal was defeated, preparations were already in place.”
“… … Yeah, you could say that.”
The black ball nodded quietly. After nodding, a brief silence fell.
“But not yet.”
“… … What do you mean?”
After a moment of silence, the black ball opened its mouth, and Dale asked back.
“It means you’re not ready yet.”
The Duke of Saxony spoke calmly. Just as Dale was about to say something, the Black Duke interrupted him.
“Didn’t I tell you? I’m waiting for you to grow up and surpass me, and reach the top of the Black Tower.”
“… … !”
Dale swallowed his breath quietly at the black ball’s words.
“There will be plenty of time before the National Assembly convenes. There is no need to rush.”
“But I still… … .”
“What are you hesitating for?”
Dale immediately shook his head at Black Ball’s question. That’s right. It’s not a match where one person has to die to end.
Just to defeat my master and father, and stand at the top of the Black Tower.
It is enough to prove that fact in front of everyone.
“no.”
Dale shook his head and opened his mouth with determination.
“I am ready at any time.”
“……okay.”
Hearing those words, his father, the Duke of Saxony, smiled quietly.
“I will wait for you at the top of the Black Tower.”
I stood up in my office, the sunlight pouring down behind me blocked out and creating backlighting.
My father’s silhouette, hidden in the shadows, was extremely black and dark.
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A battle to decide the pinnacle of the Black Tower against his father, the Duke of Saxony. A new Black Tower Lord.
That meant only one thing.
To overthrow my father and inherit everything he had built.
‘It’s already come to this.’
Born and raised in the body of the first Duke of Saxony, the destination he had been seeking to reach was finally drawing near.
Dale raised his head after finishing his thoughts.
Necropolis, top of the black tower.
──The man was there.
Before he knew it, he was the man who cast the biggest shadow over Dale.
The man sits on a pitch-black throne, looking down at the challenger waiting for him.
“Dale of Saxony, I humbly greet you at the top of the Black Tower.”
Dale bowed his head politely, and the continent’s greatest warlock stood up.
Ahead of the final war, the curtain rises on a duel to determine who will be at the top of the Black Tower.
