Episode 72
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The strong have heavy buttocks. This is because they understand the power and weight of their existence better than anyone else.
However, after the unification war, the ‘Virgin Aurelia’ started a war of independence in the empire, overcoming the four-fold difference in military force and annihilating a large force of the imperial army.
The establishment of the new Kingdom of Britannia.
It was not a situation in which the Empire could afford to take it easy any longer. That was why the Purifier Unit, led by Lady Scarlett, the high-ranking elder of the Red Tower and the executor of the spirit of the times that the Empire was proud of, was mobilized in large numbers.
In addition, the ‘white magicians’ of the White Tower, led by Nicholas, an elder of the White Tower and cardinal of the Sistine Chapel, joined them to determine the truth of the revelations claimed by the Virgin.
The Count of Brandenburg, the first of the Seven Swords of the Continent and a strong man beyond the norm, also led his Knights of St. Magdalene to battle. Along with his son and the eldest son of the Counts, the lecherous Philip.
Finally, the ‘Black Prince’ who carved the ‘Geas of Absolute Obedience’ into Cardinal Nikolai’s heart and captured the Count’s scoundrel Philip in the Black and White Rotation and released him only after paying a large ransom, joined the Imperial Army leadership.
With five hundred heavy infantrymen of the Black Armor Company, and further on the Saxon House’s Night Raven Knights.
A prodigy from a ducal family with the greatest talent in the empire. A mercenary captain of the Black Armor Company, a company with endless fame throughout the continent.
And the ‘Black Prince’, who is famous for his endless cruelty and notoriety.
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The wind blew and smelled of salt. The seagulls were squawking and crying. The sunlight broke down like gold dust along the undulating horizon.
Dover, a port city on the island of Britannia. The landing point for a large force of imperial troops facing the continent across the Strait of Calais.
At the citadel of the port city of Dover, the last of the Imperial forces to land on the island of Britannia gathered.
“Ah, Prince Philip.”
“… … .”
“And Cardinal Nikolai.”
“… … !”
Dale, the eldest son of the Saxon family, was also there. Along with his adjutant, the 6th Circle Elf Mage, Sepia. In front of the mighty men of the Empire whom he hated so much.
“Yes, yes, how dare you come here… …!”
Seeing that sight, the Count’s scoundrel, Philip, who was next to the Holy Swordsman, raised his voice.
A historic battle that is being talked about by the rich and famous… …The loser of the ‘Black and White Revolution’. A sacrifice for Dale’s reputation.
I recall that day, the crushing defeat on the battlefield. I recall the days I spent being captured by the Duke of Saxony, in unforgettable humiliation and disgrace.
“Haha, the world really is unfair.”
It was at that moment that Lady Scarlett giggled in amusement, glancing at Philip.
“… … !”
For a moment, Philip’s lustful gaze was blatantly directed toward her sternum. Lady Scarlett continued speaking, loosening her clothes even more ostentatiously.
“In one war, there are victims who experience unforgettable humiliation and defeat… … .”
Winking with a charming smile.
“Based on his victories and exploits, there is a wonderful man whose fame spreads throughout the empire.”
Not to Philip, but to Dale of Saxony.
“That, that day’s battle was nothing but a cunning and cowardly scheme… …!”
At the moment when Philip was about to raise his voice, unable to accept Scarlett’s words.
“You loser piece of trash.”
The Noho of the Holy Swordsman, who had no emotion at all, returned.
“What makes you, a dullard like you, dare to wag your tongue at the ‘Black Prince’ of Saxony?”
“Ah, Father… … !”
“Please forgive my son’s rudeness.”
The Holy Swordsman bowed his head calmly towards Dale.
“Forgiveness?”
At that, Dale scoffed coldly.
“Rather, I feel incomparable gratitude towards Prince Philip.”
Thinking back to that day’s victory that sent Dale’s stock soaring.
“The name ‘Black Prince’ that I have… … would have been an honor that I could never have obtained without the efforts of Prince Philip.”
The foolishness of Philip, who cried out for the death of the jade dragon until the very end in the black and white rotation. It was this very foolishness that made Dale a symbol of incomparable malice and cruelty. As a genius of military strategy and a ‘black prince’ who showed no mercy to the enemy.
“Hey, don’t make me laugh… …! The battle that day was by no means my defeat!”
Philip raised his voice as if he couldn’t give up.
“I, I never lost to you!”
As if it were never his fault.
“It’s just these incompetent subordinates disobeying my orders… … .”
He is passing the blame to the knights who were slaughtered down to the last one because of their incompetent commander.
“Surely, the knights there were not enough to handle ‘Prince Philip’s vessel.’”
“That’s right! That’s right!”
At Dale’s words, Philip nodded vigorously and raised his voice.
“You mere knights! How dare you go against my orders without even knowing the subject… …!”
Philip raised his voice, blaming the knights of St. Magdalene who had been annihilated because of their incompetent commander. It was truly an unspeakable shame.
“That mouth.”
That is why, unable to bear to watch his son’s shameful behavior, the Holy Swordsman finally broke his silence. Quietly, but desperately suppressing the anger that was boiling like magma.
“Shut it up right now.”
An incompetent rascal who desperately agrees with Dale’s words, not even realizing that he is being ridiculed. The swordsman continues, resisting the urge to beat up his own son right away.
“If you continue to talk nonsense to my knights, I will throw you right into the sea ahead of me.”
“Hee, heek!”
At least the Count of Brandenburg was no fool. And he thought of ‘his knights’ who had piled up the mountains of corpses in the debacle that day.
The eldest son of the House of Saxony is a monster that even a dullard like Philip could not catch up to in his entire life.
That’s why my heart was squeezed even more with humiliation and self-loathing. I saw my son, an incompetent and trashy person, talking nonsense in front of that monster who was beyond the word genius.
How could such an incompetent and trashy child be born from one’s own blood?
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Yes. It must be because the ‘blood of the untalented’ is mixed in. That’s why Charlotte of Orhart, the daughter of the divine sword, was needed. He believed that by mixing his own blood with the blood of the divine sword she possessed, he could give birth to the ‘best swordsman’.
To truly create the best vessel worthy of the Holy Sword.
But he failed. The Black Prince in front of him now, and the Duke of Saxony, struck first.
Moreover, when he heard the news that the daughter of that very same divine sword was training as a knight under the Saxon family, and that she was reborn as a knight supporting the eldest son of the Saxon family, and that she was displaying her swordsmanship day by day, the holy swordsman’s rage was beyond words.
But the Count of Brandenburg paid no attention to this.
Because the ‘best vessel’, who may be the daughter of the divine sword, or even more, has appeared.
Right here, on the island of Britannia.
‘Virgin Aurelia… … .’
When he heard the full story of what had happened on the island of Britannia, the Holy Swordsman did not hesitate.
A knight known as the descent of the goddess. A knight who has reached the realm of the Avatar, the ultimate fighting form for a knight.
‘I will impregnate that woman with my seed and create the best vessel fit for the Holy Sword.’
Every time he heard the anecdotes about her sword, the Count of Brandenburg could not control his desire.
A twisted and distorted desire of a man towards eugenics. A desire to conceive his seed in the womb of a virgin. And the one with such dark intentions was by no means a single s*x inspector.
Although their respective goals may be different, this is the ‘true cause’ that has gathered together under the pretext of the empire.
Each of them conceals their own purpose, and the nominal unity is nothing but a facade. This ‘sham unity’ is ultimately the nation called the empire itself, and it is for this very reason that the empire cannot rashly deploy ‘non-standard strongmen’ residing in the capital.
‘There is no separate bean powder texture.’
Dale will be no exception.
“… … Then, let’s begin the operational meeting.”
Gathering his thoughts, Dale opened his mouth softly. No, he tried to open it.
“Yes, what right does a brat like you have to give orders to the proud imperial army!”
Philip raised his voice at Dale, who was trying to take control of the situation. It was a truly desperate, almost ugly feeling of inferiority.
“Oh, then I will keep my mouth shut.”
Dale shrugged and closed his mouth.
“Haha, Philip.”
Seeing that sight, Lady Scarlett opened her mouth softly. Filled with a sensuality and allure that made the lustful Philip lose his mind.
“Really, Lady Scarlett?”
At Scarlett’s meaningful smile, Philip looked at her with a hint of anticipation.
“Would you please shut that stinking, disgusting, pig-mouth?”
Immediately after, a cold reply came back, without even a trace of emotion.
“You are an incompetent, squatter who can’t even keep up with the toes of Prince Dale.”
“… … !”
“You don’t even know the topic, you’re full of inferiority complex, and you’re just grumbling like a pig.”
A cold expression, as if looking at a bug. A coldness that could not even be compared to the attitude she had shown in front of Dale. However, the malice in her expression was only fleeting.
“Haha, compared to that, how radiant Prince Dale is!”
Scarlett turns her head towards Dale.
“Aang, I can’t wait to see Prince Dale’s performance.”
Sepia’s expression froze at Scarlett’s ecstasy, which was so obviously flowing and uncontrollable. Dale paid no attention and just turned his head away.
“This, this, this ieik… … !”
There was the lustful Philip, trembling with the humiliation pouring down from all sides.
‘That kid, if he keeps doing that, he’s going to get into trouble.’
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On the island of Britannia, the territories of two powers coexisted.
The Imperial Governor… … The Imperial territory that rules over the island of Britannia under the rule of the ‘Governor of Burgundy’. And the new territory of the ‘New Kingdom of Britannia’ reclaimed by the Britannian Independence Army under the command of the Virgin Aurelia.
At that time, it was not difficult to predict the target of the virgin who was leading the independence army and advancing.
The heart of the old Britannian kingdom that they have yet to capture. The city where the successors to the Britannian royal family have been crowned for generations, and where they have also served as the kingdom’s capital.
It was Reims.
Therefore, the imperial forces that landed additionally on the island of Britannia also began to move in step with the movements of the independent army. In order to reach a quick conclusion, they further crossed each other’s goals and interests.
The curtain on war finally began to rise, leaving behind the dark desires stirring everywhere.
