Episode 41
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“As expected, it is Prince Dale!”
“Your skills are unbelievable!”
“It turns out that everything people say is true!”
As Dale’s victory approaches, the lords are busy heaping praise on him.
‘Was it this easy?’
Even Dale himself, who pretended to maintain his composure, could not hide his bewilderment at the unexpected landslide victory.
Even though he is a young(?) knight of about twenty, he is someone who uses his Aura to his full potential. However, when dealing with him, a strange sensation comes over me, as if the entire world has slowed down.
Only one, except yourself.
That wasn’t all.
‘The sword of the Shadow Cloak feels like a part of my body.’
It was as if invisible tentacles existed as a part of his body, and he was using those tentacles to control the blades of shadow… … After thinking that far, he realized the existence of a ‘grimoire that had taken root in the shape of tentacles’ in his heart.
The essence of black magic that has merged with his own body, the Book of the Black Goat.
The book of magic itself is a ‘wizard’s sword’ that raises the level of the wizard. In that respect, the ‘Book of the Black Goat’ is truly one of the worst magic swords in the world.
That’s why when you rotate the circle to generate black magic, the grimoire rooted in Dale’s heart activates as ‘another source of black’ and creates a synergistic effect.
Furthermore, based on the high concentration of black magic power, he strengthens his body and draws out the power of the dark artifact, the ‘Shadow Cloak’ several times. No, it wasn’t just several times. Looking at Dale’s current state, he would be able to fight on equal terms with a strong person of the level of Auror Knight or higher.
“Is this all there is to it?”
Still, Dale tried to keep his composure and looked down at Sir Yoness, as if he had known this would happen from the beginning.
As the eldest son of the Duke of Saxony and the ‘Black Prince’, he is known to those who dare to doubt and test his name.
“Shadow Bullet.”
Dale just snapped his fingers.
The dark blades that had been circling around Dale shattered all at once. The shattered pieces of the shadow blades were carved into bullet shapes, and a hail of bullets filled with malice struck down.
Towards Sir Jonathon, who was kneeling before Dale.
A barrage of ‘Shadow Bullets’ poured down, as if pulling the trigger of a heavy machine gun.
“… … !”
A scream rang out. But immediately afterwards, the dark bullets fired at Lord Yoness merely destroyed the area beneath his feet.
Dale turned his head away from the shattered marble floor of the Duchy of Saxony’s castle.
A silent warning. Only then does Lord Yones’s composure crumble. His two legs begin to tremble.
I could see that and realize that the swordsmanship that the ‘Black Prince’ had just shown was nothing more than entertainment.
In front of the ‘power of a magician when giving his all’ along with the sword… … the fact that the Shadow Sword is nothing.
An emotion that cannot be fully described by words such as shock or amazement enveloped the room.
“… … .”
Awe.
Just like his father once did.
“Is there anyone who would like to challenge me again?”
No one could dare say anything in front of that sight.
“Is there anyone left who doubts my name and has the courage to prove himself?”
Dale asked. There was only a desolate silence in the room.
Kuung!
After a moment of silence, there was a sound of steel plates riveted together. It was the sound of someone kneeling.
The lords and knights, each armed with armor, simultaneously thrust their swords vertically in front of the young eldest son of the House of Saxony. Their loyalty as knights was beyond question.
He inadvertently recalled his father’s habitual saying, “The Black Knight.”
Fear guarantees loyalty.
It was indeed as he said.
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That night.
After the lords’ summons and ceremonies were over, a festival was held to pray for victory in the battle.
In addition to social gatherings for the nobles, soldiers in the outer barracks were also provided with wine and meat.
However, Sir Johnes, who had been defeated by Dale, left the dukedom alone and headed towards the barracks where his mercenaries were.
He pictured his father and brother cursing him for his reckless behavior.
“Captain, your face doesn’t look good.”
“… … .”
Despite his subordinate’s words of concern for him, Yones drank his alcohol without paying attention.
“f*ck, this world sucks.”
Only after the intoxication sets in does his mouth start to loosen up.
“Even if you swing your sword wildly, that bastard won’t be able to keep up with your toes. Do you think my face looks good?”
“Oh, Captain… … ?”
“And yet, he’s not even a knight, he’s a wizard! Hehe!”
One of his subordinates asked cautiously as he muttered indiscriminately.
“What on earth are you talking about?”
“I’m telling an 11-year-old kid that he got beat up like a dog, you piece of shit!”
“So, are you talking about the eldest son of the House of Saxony?”
“okay.”
“People say that he is a genius of great talent with the greatest talent in the empire… … .”
It is indeed true.
‘A person’s nobility is not determined at birth, but can change depending on one’s efforts.’
Who would dare to utter such nonsense in front of the eldest son of the House of Saxony? It was not a crushing defeat. The despair of an insurmountable being blocking his path squeezed his heart.
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The embodiment of absurdity, symbolizing the unfairness of this world itself.
The wall that the existence of the ‘Black Prince’ showed was so insurmountable.
“Tch, t …
So, gulping down the wine again and again, Sir Yoness shouted.
“Yes, of course! What in the world is better than alcohol!”
“Let’s get going, Captain!”
In a castle filled with empty formalities, it was tiresome to wear the formalities of a nobleman that did not fit in. That was why being with subordinates who could be treated without hesitation was the only joy for Lord Yonesse.
“Sigh, thinking about it makes me angry again.”
Sir Yoness opened his mouth again, taking another sip of his wine.
“You should have seen those noble women clinging to that 11-year-old brat.”
“How come it is like that?”
“Wow, there really aren’t any back alley prostitutes!”
How can you be so desperately trying to please that little brat!
“Then you must be having fun with some lady somewhere right now!”
“It might not be one!”
“As expected of the eldest son of the Duke, the scale is amazing!”
“Hey, do you think hair would grow on an 11-year-old’s penis?”
“It happened.”
“Oh, really?”
Sir Yoness nodded without thinking at that answer. He didn’t even care about the silence that had fallen around him for a moment.
“What’s wrong, you guys? Why aren’t you saying anything?”
“Big, big, big… … .”
One of the subordinates stuttered, his voice pale and trembling.
“Is that kid that came in over there the one the captain mentioned… .”
There is no way the mercenaries here would recognize ‘Dale of Saxony’.
However, judging from the gorgeous clothes and black surcoat with the Saxon House’s night raven emblem engraved on them… … and furthermore, when you realize that the person wearing them is a boy of about 11 years old, it wouldn’t have been difficult to guess his identity.
“What, that kid showed up here?”
Sir Yoness, whose intoxication was rising, turned his head without paying any attention.
“Yes.”
And the polite ‘kid’ replied.
“… … .”
The ‘shadow cloak’ disguised as a black surcoat flutters.
Silence settled like a feather.
“… … .”
“… … .”
It was an awkward silence, and at the end of it, Dale sat down next to Lord Johnes.
“… … Take a drink.”
Handing him the wine he had brought directly from the duke’s castle.
“Isn’t the world cursed?”
“No, that’s not true.”
Sir Jonas accepted the drink Dale offered him with trembling hands.
“That’s just how things are in this world.”
Looking at that sight, Dale continued speaking, as if he was speaking to a junior from a distant past.
“There is nothing that is unfair, absurd, or beyond the power of human hands.”
As if it were someone else’s business.
“The talent you are born with, the environment around you, the blood that flows through your body, your family line… … .”
Dale asked.
“Of all the factors that determine our fate, is there one that we can determine by our own will?”
“Oh, no.”
Sir Yoness shook his head.
“Do you still believe that you can take control of your own destiny?”
“… … .”
Dale asked again. For a moment, Sir Johnes nodded in agreement.
Until today, when he saw the ‘Black Prince’ in front of him.
“So don’t blame yourself too much.”
“… … .”
“In this world, there is no destiny that we can change with our own hands.”
And when I heard that from the person involved… … I was so shocked that I couldn’t help but laugh.
After laughing, the sadness finally burst out.
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At first I thought it was a nightmare, or maybe I was just hallucinating because I was so drunk.
‘Prince Dale is looking for you.’
At least that’s what he wanted to believe, until the next morning, when the Saxon knights themselves came looking for him.
A room in the Duchy of Saxony.
“Do you remember what happened last night?”
“D, Prince Dale… … .”
Sir Yoness held his breath quietly at Dale’s politeness, which was his usual polite tone.
‘Was it a dream?’
“You said you would treat me like your older brother from now on when you were so drunk.”
“… … No way.”
“We had a very meaningful conversation with each other all night long.”
Only after hearing Dale tell his story over and over again did he become convinced that what had happened last night was not a dream.
“Sir Johnes, second son of Baron Kennet.”
The duel and defeat last night, and the commotion at dawn.
“A man who sacrificed himself for his eldest son from the moment he was born, became a wandering knight with only a sword, and built an army of one hundred mercenaries.”
It was all like a fleeting dream, and this would be the last sight he would see in his life.
Because soon his skull will be cut off by the swords of the Night Raven Knights.
As Sir Yoness was believing without any doubt, unexpected words came out of Dale’s mouth.
“I liked you.”
“……yes?”
“You and your mercenaries.”
And at the words that followed, Sir Yoness doubted his own ears.
“For the House of Saxony, do you not wish to wield your sword under me?”
“That, that’s what the heck… … .”
“Before the coming battle, my knights will instruct you and your men.”
Knights of Dale. The Night Raven Knights of Saxony will personally teach you how to use the sword!
“Everything from how to hold a sword to how to use the Aura technique.”
I believed that there was no such thing as opportunity. I thought that I had no choice but to navigate the world relying solely on my own sword.
“Rather than thinking about the future, it’s important to think about surviving the battlefield right in front of you.”
And ironically, the one who taught Sir Johnes more than anything else about the unfairness of the world… … .
He was saying that he would give me a chance that no one else had dared to give me.
“Oh, why are you doing that for me?”
Sir Yoness asked with a trembling voice, forgetting that he was talking to an eleven-year-old child.
“I finally needed someone of my own… … .”
To Sir Johnes’ question, Dale answered calmly as if he was fine with it.
“Because you were there.”
As if it really was okay.
“That’s just how things are in this world.”
