Episode 39
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The underground workshop of the Black Ball.
Following Dale’s hand, the corpse of the Night Raven Knight rose. On the battlefield that day, towards the corpse of the subordinate knight who died for Dale.
A man who swore to offer his body to the House of Saxony even after death and was knighted.
Although he is not at the level of an ‘Auror Knight’, Dale was able to capture the auror clot within the knight’s body and inject his magic into it.
Phew!
The ‘black magic and aura’ fused together to create a synergistic effect, which soon became the aura of the deceased and began to spread throughout his body.
The immortal knight twirls a pitch-black aura blade around his knight sword.
The Black Sword of the House of Saxony.
The unquestionable Death Knight knelt before his lord, thrusting his sword vertically.
Kuung!
The black ball swallowed its breath in surprise at the sight.
‘The movements are controlled with incredible precision.’
An auror knight with a level several times greater than that of a living being, and an immortal knight whose level cannot be compared to that of a mere necromancer.
This result was possible because Dale had the knowledge of the sword and the level and understanding of a knight.
It is absurd to move the corpse of a knight without understanding the sword. In that respect, the Death Knights that Dale led were by no means mere knights.
《The Agent of the Sword》 is a book that truly reflects Dale’s mastery and understanding of the sword.
I can imagine the sword dance that will unfold from the tip of that agent’s sword. It is something that the black magic tower’s shamans who live with their swords and walls cannot even dare to imagine. Perhaps even the world’s black gong.
“I succeeded, father.”
At Dale’s words, the Duke of Saxony remained silent, as if surprised.
Although he did not realize that the 『Book of the Black Goat』 was taking root in Dale’s heart, he could not help but realize that the magical power had become several times stronger through its power.
The black magic power that even the magician of the 8th circle, the Black Gong, cannot hide his surprise.
“This is an incredibly refined magical power.”
“Because I am learning from the best teacher.”
Dale answered with a mocking tone. To the man who was the greatest black magician on the continent and stood at the top of the Black Tower.
“But like the knights of the ‘Death Order’ that my father showed me… … .”
A Death Knight cannot sustain himself without the sorcerer’s magical power supply.
“How do you do it?”
“It is still too early for you to learn.”
The sable-faced man shook his head at Dale’s question.
“What I will teach you now is how to use the magic of command on the battlefield.”
About the doctrine of battle magic pursued by the Black Tower, based on the ‘Immortal Knight’ who was resurrected from the dead by Dale.
“We must focus on our training in preparation for the coming battle.”
Dale nodded silently at his father’s words. After nodding, the Duke of Saxony snapped his fingers.
Several goblin corpses in the workshop simultaneously rose up towards the death knight led by Dale.
Crunch, crunch!
It has been transformed through the magic of the Black Ball, and has been reborn as a corpse soldier with no trace of its former appearance. It is a battle machine that exists solely for the purpose of slaughtering its enemies.
The very same soldiers of the dead kicked the ground all at once, targeting Dale’s Death Knights.
The Death Knight adjusted his grip on the hilt of his sword as the Goblin Corps rushed in from all sides, surrounding him. He adjusted his grip and danced his sword dance. The knight’s black sword swirled like a whirlwind, breaking the Corps’ bone blades like tree branches.
The shadow of the blade was scattered.
Beautifully and elegantly. Not just an exaggerated formality, but an aesthetic of restraint that comes from thorough practicality. A sword that exists to thoroughly take the life of the opponent.
“… … !”
Seeing that absurd swordsmanship, the black knight held his breath in shock.
Not all Death Knights are the same. Just because they are resurrected as an immortal knight and can use the Aura Blade, that doesn’t mean their swordsmanship is the same as it was in life.
Unless you use advanced black magic to manipulate the brain to restore memories from your lifetime… …controlling the corpse is the job of a necromancer, and they have no skill with the sword.
For this reason, Death Knight’s swords are usually very crude and crude.
However, the swordsmanship of the Death Knight that Dale is projecting right now… … is far superior to the swordsmanship of even the living Night Raven Knight.
‘How on earth?’
The fact that Dale never neglected his swordsmanship was something that Black Knight was also aware of. And yet, such a perfect swordsmanship was being projected by a ‘mere magician’ and not even a knight?
‘The swordsmanship that Prince Dale possesses is beyond comparison to anything I have ever experienced.’
The words of Sir Helmut Blackbear came to mind. Dale’s talent. Yes, it is talent again.
‘What on earth is this child’s talent?’
No, can this really be called talent in the first place?
In swords, in magic, in wisdom and strategy.
The greatest genius in the empire, the prodigy of the Duke’s family.
He was the son of the Black Duke, the ‘Black Prince’, and Dale of Saxony.
“……father?”
Just then, a voice called out to him. Black Gong turned his head, snapping out of his thoughts.
There was Dale, silently looking this way, with his Death Knight. His son, without a doubt.
“As expected, he is my son.”
That’s why the black ball didn’t think any deeper than that.
“I am truly proud of you.”
“Thanks to my father’s teachings.”
He just smiled quietly at his son’s appearance, and Dale bowed his head in response.
No matter what anyone said, this child was undoubtedly his child.
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Hearing of his disciple’s growth and progress day by day, and his great achievements resonating throughout the empire.
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What could be more joyful for a teacher than this?
However, the feelings of the elf wizard Sepia as she looked at Dale were extremely complicated. Today, as usual, when she was teaching water attribute magic, it was no exception.
“Teacher Sepia?”
Sepia smiled softly at Dale’s expression as he looked at her cautiously.
“… … It’s nothing.”
That day, when Dale took the test at the tower and came out into the streets at night together.
‘I like you, teacher.’
She recalls Dale’s confession to her. Immediately afterwards, Dale pretended to be the innocence of a child who knew nothing, but Sepia could tell. No, she could feel it.
The cold, indescribable darkness, and desire contained in ‘Dale’s World’ that was shown that day. It was, without a doubt, the desire of a man who was clearly yearning for affection.
In the midst of bone-chilling loneliness, the longing for a woman’s loving touch.
Immediately after realizing Dale’s feelings, Sepia’s heart began to tremble with great turmoil.
Like a pebble that has fallen onto the shore of a lake.
He was worried and in danger for his disciple, who was supposed to be just an 11-year-old child. And he loved him so much.
My heart was hot.
“… … .”
After thinking about it, Sepia extended her thin, white hand towards the young cheek of the eleven-year-old child.
“Sir?”
Dale blushed with embarrassment at her touch.
“… … The life of an elf is long.”
Sepia opened her mouth without paying attention. As usual, her teacher’s voice was kind and gentle.
“Even when you grow up to be a fine man… … .”
But with a charm that makes it hard to believe that she is her usual self.
“I’m probably still the same as I am now.”
He couldn’t understand why he was doing this for this child.
That day, when I heard the tale of the Black Prince’s great victory in the Black and White Tournament and his annihilation of all his enemies.
Furthermore, when the people of the empire were talking about the talents and notoriety of the young eldest son of the House of Saxony.
Sepia could never be purely happy.
The history of man is a history of blood and war. A history of killing and killing. In that sense, Dale’s talent can be called ‘the talent that moves the wheel of history.’
God of Carnage.
Sepia was simply afraid of that fact. She didn’t want the child to walk down that path of murder.
“Until the future you realize your true feelings.”
The elf extends her thin, white hand.
“I will be by your side.”
She stroked Dale’s cheek and smiled softly.
“At that time, I was not a teacher, but just a woman.”
“… … !”
Sepia said, her cheeks bashfully blushing in a way that was uncharacteristic of hers.
“So you are not alone.”
As if she were a girl confessing her true feelings, as if she was too embarrassed to know what to do. In a way, that wouldn’t be wrong.
Dale can only keep his mouth shut and remain silent at Sepia’s loving touch. The appearance of a mature woman that he had not been aware of until now. It was because he finally realized deep in his bones that elves are a beautiful race.
Immediately after that, I saw Dale, who was silent as if he had lost his mind… … .
“Huh, hmm.”
Sepia finally realized how embarrassing her words were, and tried to clear her throat.
“Then, the rest of the class… … .”
It was just then.
“thank you.”
After a moment of silence, Dale smiled. After smiling, he dove into Sepia’s embrace.
“… … !”
Sepia held her breath for a moment at that bold action, but soon accepted Dale with a smile.
“I really like Sepia.”
Dale said, burying his head in Sepia’s arms.
“So please wait.”
“……okay.”
Surrendering yourself to the warmth that makes you forget the coldness and loneliness in your heart.
It was a promise from childhood that I will never forget.
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That night.
Dale’s bedroom.
Sepia’s confession(?) was something that Dale had not expected at all.
That day, when taking the Tower Test in Necropolis. Dale’s agitation to escape from the horizon of loneliness… … made Sepia look into ‘Dale’s world’.
That act resonated in the two people’s worlds as wizards, and Dale’s emotions flowed directly into Sepia.
Dale’s world, a winter night landscape stained with cold and darkness.
Coincidentally, the water attribute that the two shared made it possible, and the ‘cold chill and loneliness’ that swept through Dale’s world engulfed Sepia’s world. Even for a 6th circle elf wizard, it was not something that could be easily kept in check.
It was an immaturity that could not be, but at the same time, the warmth of being understood for the first time filled my heart.
Dale sat cross-legged on the bed, staring out the castle’s glass windows in silence.
Three circles moving around the heart, and further, pitch-black tentacles rooting between the circles and the heart.
I thought I had nothing to lose.
But now he had things he had to protect and things he wanted to cherish.
‘I have to get stronger.’
So there was no reason to hesitate, no matter what the price for that power might be.
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Some time after that.
To counter the exodus of demons, northern lords loyal to the Duke of Saxony began to gather in their ducal domains.
Small and medium-sized lords began to gather under the command of the great lord, the Duke of Saxony. Among them were ambitious nobles and their sons.
It was an ambition to prove his own existence by using the Duke of Saxony and the Black Prince.
