Episode 57
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“Please have mercy, please forgive my foolishness!”
The elder of the Black Tower and the black magician of the 6th circle knelt and begged. Across the continent, there were a hundred or so high-ranking magicians who were trembling in fear, not even daring to think of resisting.
“I beg you! Please!”
He was the 8th division commander of the Black Red Training Corps, and a black magician who conducted all kinds of experiments in pursuit of the truth. He is one of the hardliners who rejects the system of the Black Army and does not hesitate to become a monster of truth.
The very ‘Devil’s Deputy Commander’ was on his knees begging.
In front of a man who wants to break away from the darkness of the old era and be wooed by such petty morals.
“Do you desire my mercy?”
That’s what the man asked.
“Father, please have mercy! I pledge my lifelong loyalty! Please, please… … !”
“Do you remember what you did to my son?”
After a moment of silence, the black ball asked back. With an expression devoid of even a hint of emotion.
“I, I, I… … .”
He joined hands with the Red Tower and secretly crossed the Saxon River to provide the Purifiers with information about Dale. He informed them that Dale would lead his cavalry and take separate action. The elder laughed after thinking about it that far.
The fact that that man would never show himself any mercy.
That doesn’t mean I had any intention of putting up any pointless resistance or struggling.
As an elder of the Black Tower, he understands better than anyone the weight of the name of the Black Tower.
Even though he understood that fact… …he realized his own foolishness in daring to join hands with the Red Tower and laughed.
“… … Yeah, there’s no way I’ll show mercy.”
Muttered weakly.
“Black Ball, do you think there is another hypocrite in this world as ugly as you?”
And then, feeling good, I started selling.
“Second Division Commander of the Black Red Training Corps. How many prisoners were sacrificed there for your ‘experiment’? How much blood was shed to open the gate?”
The purpose of the existence of the Black Red Prisoners, the truth of which the Empire desperately tries to hide.
“The real monster is you.”
“… … .”
“Do you think you can escape your past?”
The black ball did not answer.
“Will your son still be proud of his father after seeing you for who you really are? Oh, he can be, he’s the son of a monster!”
“Grim Reaper.”
After a moment of silence, the black ball finally opened its mouth. A jet-black current swirled around his feet, forming a silhouette.
A messenger of death wearing a pitch-black robe.
A shadow was cast beneath the hood. But soon I realized that it wasn’t a shadow. It was just a bottomless darkness, stirring beneath the hood.
“Black Ball, you are the real monster! A monster that a pyramid like us wouldn’t dare even imitate!”
Two arms made of darkness, holding the scythe of death. The Grim Reaper. The agent of death swung the scythe.
It was a signal that the bloody winds of purge were coming.
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Shortly thereafter, the eldest son of the House of Saxony returned safely to the Duchy of Saxony.
As usual, the various tales of bravery shown at the Imperial Academy were passed around from mouth to mouth among the nobles.
At that time, the wind of purge was blowing in the Duke’s territory under the name of the Black Tower Lord.
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Duchy of Saxony.
“Dale!”
Dale turned his head at the familiar voice of a girl calling him. There was a girl completely armed with black armor. She was wearing a custom-made Night Raven Knight armor and holding a two-handed Saxon sword.
It looks like he is devoted to sword training day and night.
“shallot.”
“Yeah, come in.”
Charlotte smiles gently, as if she had been waiting for Dale to come.
“Is your sword practice going well?”
“Well, so-so!”
Charlotte nodded her head quite triumphantly, and Dale chuckled softly at her.
“Why, why are you laughing?!”
“just.”
After laughing, Dale continued speaking calmly.
“It’s nice to see you again.”
“Ugh, ugh… … !”
Charlotte’s tongue twisted and she closed her mouth at the words that came out without much thought.
“What’s wrong? Did you bite your tongue?”
“Oh, it’s nothing!”
“Well, that’s good then.”
Dale answered with a mock indifference. There was no way Dale could have noticed her face, which was bright red beneath her black helmet.
“Ugh, seriously… … this idiot.”
“Why am I stupid?”
“That’s because you’re an idiot, you idiot!”
The girl’s heart, which swells day by day towards the boy she likes, is also growing.
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As Dale appeared at the place where the Night Raven Knights were practicing as usual, the knights all knelt down and brought down their swords.
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“Welcome, Prince Dale!”
Also, among the Night Raven Knights armed with black armor, a familiar face greeted Dale.
“Sir Yones.”
“Prince Dale!”
“I hope your sword training is going well?”
At Dale’s question, the Night Raven Knight who guided Lord Yoness bowed his head.
“You are more talented than you look, and your sword skills are improving by leaps and bounds with each passing day.”
The one who was in charge of teaching Lord Yoness was a knight who had reached the level of Auror Knight. When the knight gave him praise, Lord Yoness bowed his head to Dale again.
“It’s all thanks to Prince Dale.”
“Yeah, the mercenaries below are doing well, right?”
“Just hold on to my worries about my subordinates!”
Lord Yoness answered as if there was nothing to worry about. As a mercenary captain, he led a hundred or so mercenaries. The loyalty they had towards Lord Yoness, who had been through thick and thin together, was close to a love of comrades in arms.
That is why they also provide a place to stay within the duchy and do not neglect their duties with the help of the knights.
Also, during the period of Dale’s stay at the Imperial Academy following the great migration of the Demon Tribe.
It was time to check their growth under the training of the Night Raven Knights.
A mercenary force of about a hundred men.
It was a scale that was more than adequate for Dale’s men, and the only remaining question was how prepared they were.
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To wander without a fixed abode and continue fighting without even a promise of a future.
The romance of a mercenary is, in reality, nothing more than a fantasy spoken by the rich.
As the second son of a lower-class noble family, Sir Johnes lived the life of a wandering knight who wandered the continent with only a sword in his hand.
It’s not for nothing that the mercenaries’ dream is to ‘return home safely’. As is always the case, the reality of romanticism is extremely shabby.
In that respect, the help Dale extended to the 100 mercenaries led by Lord Yoness was an unspeakable miracle.
A private unit directly belonging to the eldest son of the Duke of Saxony.
Not only was he paid a decent salary, he was also provided with a place to stay and even systematic training from the Night Raven Knights, who were said to be the best knights on the continent!
Not all soldiers on the battlefield have access to the best education and the shining black armor of a knight in shining armor like a night owl, but Dale of Saxony had the power to make it possible.
“You have come, Confucius!”
“Now call me captain.”
“Haha, I understand! Captain!”
“Salute to the captain!”
The mercenaries of Lord Johnes lack the strictness or iron discipline of the knights of the House of Saxony. However, their informality was something Dale found pleasant. Not to mention the occasional drink.
“And now he’s a lieutenant.”
“Is there any chance!”
The feelings that the 100 mercenaries had for Dale were indescribable.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Lord Johnes demoted himself to the rank of Vice-Captain of the mercenary band, and the mercenaries all knelt before their new leader, Dale of Saxony.
No, now they are proper heavy infantrymen loyal to the eldest son of the House of Saxony.
“okay.”
Even if it were Dale, it would be impossible to provide a Saxon warhorse to every one hundred soldiers. However, the intimidating effect of one hundred skilled heavy infantrymen on the battlefield was in no way inferior.
“Is everyone rolling around hard?”
So Dale opened his mouth.
The eldest son of the Saxon family meant that he would treat them as his own. There is giving and receiving. And the unspeakable things that Dale gave them were not given for free.
“I’m rolling it around so it doesn’t die.”
The knight in charge of training the mercenaries also answered.
“good.”
A servant who would only act for Dale, not for the Duke of Saxony. There are those among the Night Raven Knights, but that did not make a difference.
“You’ve been rolling around like that, so isn’t it time to get some real action?”
“Leave it to me, Your Majesty!”
“I’m itching to go to battle.”
As the eldest son of the House of Saxony, growing the ‘power of Dale’ is a task that can never be neglected.
“I’m thinking of starting a new business soon.”
Dale’s organization, Dale’s people.
The hundred ‘Man-At-Arms’ here were just the beginning.
From basic combat activities to establishing strategies and tactics… … and even all intelligence activities. A brain and combat agent that can intervene in the entire operation process and exercise supreme command.
They are not just a mercenary force trying to rot their value. They are an armed organization that oversees the vast and infinite demands of customers who wish to wage war.
War Agency Corporation.
To become the continent’s best military company (PMC).
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That evening.
The sunlight, slanted toward the western sky, was now turning a deep purple color.
Dale was checking the training of the heavy infantry and thinking about what to call their unit.
“Oh, you were here.”
I heard an unfamiliar voice. I turned my head.
“You came back from the zodiac sooner than I expected.”
“… … .”
There was a blond boy with his back to the burning sunset.
“Who are you?”
Judging by his age, he didn’t seem that different from Dale.
“My name is Ray. Ray Yuris, the eldest son of the Marquis Yuris family.”
“… … !”
At those words, Dale held his breath.
Son of Marquis Yuris, the Bloody Duke. Heir to the Red Tower.
Marquis Yuris is not married. However, Dale is also aware that he has a ‘son of no blood’.
“……nice to see you.”
In addition, Ray Yuris’s activities are not known like Saxon’s Dale. He is not even mentioned by the nobles, and he maintains an ominous silence. However, at the same time, no one in the Red Tower dares to deny the fact that Ray is the ‘successor of the Red Tower’.
“Do you have any other business?”
So, Dale asked back without letting his guard down.
“His Royal Highness Prince Dale of Saxony.”
Ray opened his mouth with a smile.
“Son of the Black Duke and successor to the Black Tower.”
Ray continued, talking about the fame of the ‘Black Prince’ that was being talked about by the rich.
“… … .”
“May I ask for teachings from the talented person who is said to be the greatest genius in the empire?”
