Episode 37
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‘You can win, you can win!’
Heavenly arias rang out, and it was a hymn of victory and hope that filled Nikolai’s heart.
The ‘Angels of the Battlefield’ with six wings and flaming swords rushed forward. The attacks of the church knights, strengthened by the hymn magic that the White Tower boasted. Dale stretched out his arms in a hurry as if they were rushing from heaven to earth.
“Shadow Bullet.”
Following the fluttering shadow cloak, a hail of bullets made of darkness descended. However, the angels easily evaded the attacks in the air and flew towards Dale again. They were fast.
‘They are my angels after all!’
No matter how much the eldest son of the Saxon family is the greatest genius in the empire, he is ultimately just a rookie among the 3rd circle experts.
Furthermore, even if the 『Book of the Black Goat』 is the most terrifying magical book in the world, there is no way a mere 3rd circle rookie can draw out 100% of its potential.
“Praise… … !”
A heavenly aria that resonated deep in the heart enveloped all of Hell in light.
“Praise (Alleluia)!”
“… … Love.”
And as if responding to Cardinal Nikolai’s aria.
“It’s noisy… … .”
The silent darkness finally opened its mouth.
“Be quiet, be quiet, be quiet!”
To Dale’s eyes, a girl with black goat horns screamed.
“■■■■──!”
But to Nikolai and his angels, it must have just looked like a sight of a loathsome being spewing out screams.
An otherworldly monster made up of a swarm of countless tentacles.
Choaack!
Countless bundles of tentacles sprouted from under the girl’s skirt. They were aimed at the angels of the battlefield, who easily evaded even Dale’s shadow bullets.
“… … !”
The flaming swords held in the hands of the angels were swung, and the sacred flames swept out, the holy flames that burned the enemies of the Goddess.
Just as he thought the tentacles were being cut off limply in front of him, black blood gushed out from the severed tentacles.
Right in front of the angels.
Blood as black as pitch, murky and stained. No, it wasn’t even blood. A black, sticky liquid like coal tar, sprayed out as if covering the angels’ bodies.
“… … ?!”
Towering.
The angels’ wings stopped flapping. It wasn’t a fall.
After a moment of silence, the angels turn in the air towards Cardinal Nikolai, whom they are supposed to protect.
“Tea, praise… … .”
“Cha, chachacha, praise, la… … .”
With mutterings that were obviously twisted by madness. As soon as he saw that sight, Nikolai’s blood ran cold.
The Goddess’ riders who must be reborn as invincible warriors through the celestial arias…
The angel’s wings were grotesquely swollen, as if hundreds of worms were writhing about. From its features, black blood poured out like coal tar, and it was a hideous sight, as if it were shedding black tears.
“Ah, ahh… … .”
Cardinal Nicholas’s hopes were dashed. They were no longer angels serving the Goddess of Heaven.
The angels of darkness were there.
Black, dark tears of blood streamed down his body, and his worm-like veins swelled up grotesquely as if they were about to burst. Now, he was twisted into something so hideous that he couldn’t even call it a ‘wing’.
Choaack!
The tentacles descended again, right towards those angels.
Kwajik!
They broke limbs, tore wings apart, burst armor, crushed skulls, and burrowed into the brain and took root. As if the devil were mocking his creations… … The angels of Nicholas, the knights of the Sistine Chapel, were being mercilessly trampled.
In front of him, all a mere 6th circle white magician could do was tremble in fear.
“About what happens in hell.”
Leaving behind the angels who were being mercilessly trampled by the tentacles, the ‘Black Prince’ who had been keeping silence opened his mouth.
“The parties to the contract assume no liability whatsoever.”
The distance between Dale and Nikolai gradually began to narrow.
“Ah, ahhhh… … .”
Forgetting that he was only an eleven-year-old child, Cardinal Nicholas trembled in fear, almost fainting.
The prodigy of the Duke’s family and the son of the Black Duke. The greatest genius in the empire.
no.
It wasn’t such a trivial adjective that described the ‘Black Prince’.
He is the devil’s child.
‘Enemy of the Goddess… … .’
The seed of evil conceived by the shadow of the sister god.
“Do you want to live?”
Dale asked, with a horrific mass of tentacles, or a girl with goat horns, by her side.
“Please… … .”
Cardinal Nicholas desperately begged for his life.
“There is no reason I cannot save you.”
Dale continues.
“What can you give me in return?”
“Wh, what… … .”
Nikolai asked back, terrified. After asking back, he began to spit out whatever came to mind. His position, his wealth, the power of the church he led, and even what he had as a white magician of the 6th Circle and a cardinal of the bishop rank. He desperately spit out again and again.
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“I like it.”
“Well, what did you like?”
Nikolai asked back, terrified.
“All you have.”
Dale answered.
“S, no way… … !”
Nikolai’s expression froze as he pondered the meaning of those words. Soon, despair struck him as if his heart was sinking. Dale’s words could only mean one thing.
“I guess we’ll have to rewrite the contract.”
Absolute obedience through geas (binding of oath).
At this point, there was no room for Nikolai to turn back, even if it meant selling his soul to the devil.
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“Playing with my brother was so much fun!”
The girl smiled happily. She had a regretful expression on her face, as if she had just finished an outing.
“I really like your world, oppa.”
Countless tentacles wriggle beneath the hem of her dress. In Dale’s world, a blank horizon filled with cold and darkness.
“So I’ll wait here.”
Dale smiled quietly, leaving behind the pain in his heart that felt like it would burst at any moment, his magic drained.
A grimoire is literally a vessel containing thoughts, and is by no means a book in itself. That is why the Book of the Black Goat was now fused into Dale’s world. By taking root in his heart in the form of tentacles.
“Aren’t you scared of me, oppa?”
On the cold plain, the girl asked Dale.
“It’s not scary.”
“Yeah, I see.”
The girl smiled in relief at those words.
“Will I be able to play like this with my brother again?”
After smiling, he asked back with a worried look.
“I will see you again.”
Dale nodded and the girl smiled innocently.
“Yeah, that’s good!”
I could sense it intuitively when I saw the appearance of the white magician of the 6th circle, Cardinal Nikolai, overwhelming her. Her existence is too dangerous to be taken out carelessly. And Dale is not yet able to control the 『Book of the Black Goat』 in the strict sense.
A vessel containing the deep-rooted darkness of the House of Saxony and the thoughts of ‘Immortal Frederick’.
Even if he is the greatest genius in the empire, it is a taboo area that he cannot even handle the name of the son of the Black Duke.
‘Besides, it’s not like I have the ability to brag about it so carelessly.’
It is not a power that can be wielded blindly, but a last resort to be kept as a last resort.
In a sense, this was like confining her to the abyss of her thoughts. The girl must not be unaware of this fact.
“I promise.”
But this is by no means the end for her.
“Soon, you will be able to play with me to your heart’s content again.”
“Yeah, I’ll be looking forward to it!”
The girl smiled and Dale nodded, leaving her alone in a blank world filled with coldness and loneliness.
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After the tumult in Hell… …the eldest son of the House of Saxony received a grand ‘absolution’ in the name of Cardinal Nicholas.
Furthermore, as a bridge symbolizing the friendship between the House of Saxony and the Church, it was held with a ceremony that was almost unconventional on the part of the Church.
On the way back to the dukedom, Dale and the knights were no longer pilgrims in hiding.
For that reason, no one dared to stand in the way of the ‘Black Prince’ and the sword of the House of Saxony that he led.
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A few months later.
A pitch-black light swirled along the blade. Based on the secret method inherited by the Northern Night Raven Knights, the heavy blade of the heavy sword.
The process of drawing out the aura processed within the body and wrapping it in the form of a sword. ‘Aura Knight’ refers to knights who have reached that level.
The pitch-black Auror Blade. Swordswoman Charlotte raised her head as she held the black sword that was the symbol of the House of Saxony.
“Okay.”
Charlotte’s master, Lord Helmuth Blackbear, was so surprised by her majestic appearance that he was speechless. The knights of the House of Saxony who were watching her together were no exception.
Dale wasn’t the only ‘out-of-the-ordinary talent’ in this world who grew differently every day.
‘At that age, the Aura Blade has been perfected to this extent!’
and.
“Charlotte of Orchard.”
Among them, Dale, the eldest son of the Saxon family who was the only one to maintain his composure, opened his mouth.
“The Dale of Saxony will ask you.”
Towards Charlotte, kneeling and thrusting down the Black Sword of the House of Saxony.
“For the honor of my lord and my family, for your honor, and also for those things you must protect… … .”
With the knight sword in his hand, he lightly tapped Charlotte on the shoulder.
“Will you wield your sword in keeping with the knight’s oath?”
“I swear.”
Charlotte bowed her head.
“Will you swing your sword to protect the weak and punish the wicked without being swayed by selfish desires?”
“I swear.”
“… …May the nobility of a true knight accompany your sword.”
Dale said.
“In the name of Saxony, I hereby appoint ‘Sir Charlotte’ as my knight.”
Charlotte’s Knighthood.
Although it was a simple ceremony, with only a few Knights of the Night Raven in attendance, it would not be an exaggeration to say that, considering Charlotte’s position, she was treated with the utmost respect by the Duke of Saxony and Dale.
That’s why Charlotte smiled quietly.
With a surge of emotion, she finally became the sword that could protect ‘her lord’.
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After the investiture, in the courtyard of the Duchy of Saxony.
“Are you sure that’ll work?”
To Dale’s question, his knight Charlotte nodded.
“I like the sword of the House of Saxony.”
The doctrine pursued by the swords of the Northern Knights. Dale hesitated, thinking about their compatibility, but Charlotte’s will was strong.
“Because it is the sword that made me who I am today.”
That is why he accepted the sword of the Night Raven Knight of his own free will, and began to hold the ‘Great Sword’ of the Saxon family instead of the rapier. As the disciple of the Continental Seven Swords, the Light Sword Sir Helmut Blackbear.
As a bonus, he completed the Black Sword of the Saxon family, the Jet Black Aura Blade, at an unbelievable speed.
“I never imagined I could become a journalist like this.”
Charlotte smiled as if it was a new experience.
“Thanks, Dale.”
A shy girl’s smile.
“It’s all thanks to you.”
Looking at that, I thought that it was Dale himself who had been underestimating Charlotte’s talent.
“… … There is intelligence that a large-scale orc army is gathering beyond the Demon King’s territory.”
So Dale, who had made up his mind, opened his mouth.
“I hear that the Orc Warboss is personally leading the forces.”
“… … !”
“Father will personally summon the forces of the dukedom and the northern lords, and I will also participate in the battle.”
Dale continued.
“I want you to stay by my side in that battle.”
“… … .”
“As my knight, after all.”
Charlotte held her breath at the unexpected words. Even though she was a knight who had reached the level of ‘Auror Knight’, she was still only a young girl of 11 years old.
“Yeah, I understand.”
But Charlotte nodded without any embarrassment.
A knight’s sword is always swung for his lord, and her lord was hoping for his sword.
