Episode 75
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The man was rolling around with naked prostitutes.
In the bedroom of the castle, which was lavishly decorated with all sorts of luxuries, despite the fierce exhibition.
“Your Majesty Charles.”
Even when the virgin Aurelia called, the man did not respond. He buried his face in the wh**es’ chest and snored as if the world was going away.
The room was filled with the strong smell of alcohol. The talk of a fight to save the country and gain independence against the tyranny of the empire seemed meaningless.
“Your Majesty Charles.”
At the end of the silence, the virgin Aurelia spoke again. She had to call the ‘king’s name’ five times before she could speak.
“Uh, um… … ? W, what is it?”
Only then did Charles VII, the ‘right heir to the British throne’, get up unsteadily. As soon as he got up, he grabbed a golden goblet embroidered with ruby crystals in his hand… … and gulped down the wine the courtesan poured for him.
It was broad daylight, with the sun high in the sky.
“The Imperial Army’s platoon has just handed over a large quantity of military supplies as per our request.”
“Yeah… … ? Hmm, good job, good job.”
A decisive harvest that could determine the direction of the battle. However, Charles VII’s expression was not particularly impressive.
“Anyway, it won’t be long before I become the king of this country, right?”
“… … Yes.”
The virgin Aurelia nodded, recalling the words of the ‘Black Prince’ at the table just a moment ago when negotiating Philip’s ransom.
“Moreover, the enemy commander has made a very suspicious offer.”
I will hand over Rheims, the capital of the Kingdom of Britannia, without bloodshed.
“Well, I guess those guys are just scared and trying to run away.”
Despite that shocking story, Charles VII’s attitude did not change at all. Without even a shred of caution. He simply brushed her words aside with an expression that seemed to be dying of annoyance.
“Oh, by the way.”
It was just then.
“I have a favor to ask of you.”
For a moment, an incomparable intelligence appeared on Charles VII’s face. Was he finally coming to his senses and ready to carry out his duties as king?
“Please speak, Your Majesty.”
Without disappointing even a shred of anticipation, the virgin Aurelia asked back.
“Among the supplies handed over by the Imperial Army, bring me some wine from the southern part of the Empire.”
“… … !”
What came back was that of a drunkard betraying expectations.
“Kuuuuu, I can’t stand the taste of southern mountain wine!”
As he said this, Charles VII burst into laughter.
“To celebrate our capture of the kingdom’s capital, wouldn’t it be a good time to pop some wine!”
At those words, the prostitutes nearby burst out in laughter.
‘What a rare opportunity. Didn’t you have a huge drinking party just yesterday?’
Suppressing the words rising to her throat, the virgin Aurelia simply bows her head silently.
The blood of the royal family flowed through his body, and for that reason alone, this man was qualified to become the ruler of the Kingdom of Britannia. Because that was the ‘will of heaven’.
Just like that, the kingdom’s capital was reclaimed, and Charles VII was crowned…
Involuntarily, thoughts of what would happen next flashed through her mind.
─ Will you uphold the orders of Charles VII, King of the new Kingdom of Britannia, as if they were revelations from a goddess?
The dagger that ‘Black Prince’ once stabbed into her chest.
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“You’re just going to hand over Rangs to those independence fighters?!”
At Dale’s words, Count Brandenburg, the Holy Swordsman, raised his voice in disbelief.
Rheims, the capital of the old kingdom of Britannia and the place where the royal line is crowned for generations.
“Do you know what that means, you little Saxon girl… …!”
“Oh, I know that very well.”
Dale answered as if he could never tell her for free. Lady Scarlett simply remained silent.
Without even the coquetry or charm that she had shown just a moment ago, just in a calm manner.
“And your Count.”
Dale continued speaking, not caring.
“It looks like you still don’t understand the topic.”
“What, what did you say… … ?”
“Have you forgotten our contract?”
Dale continues speaking in front of the Holy Swordsman who does not hide his anger.
“I am your superior.”
“… … !”
The oath of binding between the two. The Holy Swordsman exploded with anger again at Dale’s mockery.
“The day when you will be proud will not be far off… … !”
“Okay, just sit there and keep your head down.”
Dale answered as if it were someone else’s business.
“If your superior is being rude, then you should be rude. Why are you talking so much?”
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True to Dale’s promise, not a single rat was seen blocking the advance of the Britannian army.
The main force of the Imperial Army stationed in Rheims also withdrew its troops early in line with the advance of the independence army.
And when the Britannian independence army reached the old capital, which could be said to be their target.
In Rheims, where a bloodless entry awaited, there was someone waiting to welcome the army of independence fighters led by the Virgin.
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He was the commander-in-chief of the imperial army and the ‘Black Prince’ of the House of Saxony.
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Dale was right there.
As if he were lowering the drawbridge of Rheims, the capital of the old Britannian kingdom, and standing alone on the drawbridge to block the enemy forces.
Like the equipment on the Jangpanpa (long slope).
But it was an impossible task, no matter how smart he was.
Even the Imperial Army, which includes the Holy Swordsmen, the 7th Circle Red Magicians, and the Purifier Unit, cannot guarantee victory against the powerful Independent Army led by the Holy Maiden.
In other words, there is no guarantee that we will win even if we fight an all-out war.
──It wasn’t like there was no chance of winning from the beginning. No, rather, the Imperial Army had an overwhelming superiority.
If we assume that the knight is the ‘flower of war’, then there was a core force called the ‘god of war’ in the military branch.
He is a high-ranking wizard.
That was until a certain genius of defeat devoured the majority of the ‘high-ranking wizard power’.
Assuming that they are providing cover from the rear, they are a force that can intervene and exert influence even in the fights of strongmen outside the standard. Considering their importance, they were stationed at the undefended fortress ‘Bell Fort’, but who would have thought that this would turn out to be a self-inflicted wound to their own destruction?
“His Royal Highness the Prince of Saxony.”
In that very worst situation, facing the enemy forces alone, Dale of Saxony, the ‘Black Prince’.
“Will you hand over ‘Langs’ to our independence army as promised?”
That’s why it was entirely up to the virgin Aurelia to deal with Dale.
A moat was formed along the city walls, and on a drawbridge connecting the moats, a holy maiden was facing the ‘Black Prince’.
“As promised, I will hand over Rangs.”
Dale opened his mouth.
“But before that, there’s something I’d like to ask you.”
“Please speak.”
“Please, won’t you teach me one-handed instruction with the Virgin’s Sword?”
The teachings of the day. As countless opponents have challenged the ‘Black Confucius’ in the past. But now, standing in the position of the challenger, Dale said.
“Does that mean that you are fighting a battle where your life is at stake?”
“No, what I want is the ‘teachings’ of the Virgin Mary.”
The virgin tilted her head in puzzlement, and Dale answered.
“Before the sword of the Virgin, my magic would be nothing more than that of a child.”
It was obvious. The Virgin Aurelia was a strong force that even Dale, as he was now, could not do anything about. He had not been hoping for victory in the first place. He was just like a child who could not suppress his curiosity in front of the inaction that the ‘Virgin’s Sword’ would show.
But it hides a dark and sinister scheme within it.
“great.”
The virgin held in her hand the hilt of a sword embroidered with gold.
Even if Dale were to use 100% of his power, he wouldn’t be able to win right now. The Virgin would know that too. Rather, it was ‘an offer that could be accepted’.
Sling.
From the sword belt at her waist, her sword emitted a cold frost.
“Is this sword named?”
“This is the iron sword of an unknown old soldier who died fighting honorably for the independence of the kingdom.”
The virgin answered.
“That is why I hold the sword in my hands, to uphold his dying will.”
Sword of the Nameless Soldier.
“I call this sword the ‘Nameless Sword.’”
At the same time, a dark blue magical power began to swirl beneath Dale’s feet.
Even those watching from afar could guess the meaning of the overwhelming magical power. The independent forces in the rear were flustered and quickly took up a battle stance, but the virgin Aurelia was not like that.
I just calmly extend my arm and stop them.
“Everyone, please step back.”
Step back. With those words, light flickered along Aurelia’s nameless sword.
It was not the purity that the Knights of St. Magdalene and the Knights of St.
A brilliant golden light. A golden light so bright that it was impossible to look straight at, began to wrap around Aurelia’s sword and armor.
The act of projecting thoughts onto swords, armor, and the body. The realm of ‘Auror Master’ that talented knights are not sure they can reach even if they devote their entire lives to the sword.
The daughter of a mere serf was there displaying the power of a portrait that was indistinguishable from magic.
The ultimate form of combat pursued by the Knight’s Sword.
The armor of thought, the avatar.
──A Valkyrie armed with golden armor was there.
The Maiden of War. A sign of revelation, said to be the descent of the Goddess.
‘That’s what a virgin looks like… … .’
After thinking about it, Dale regained consciousness. A mock duel with a virgin. This was only part of the ‘strategy for victory’, but there was another purpose that could be said to be extremely personal.
What can be gained by facing off against a power outside of the norm. The realm that Dale is currently aiming for.
4 circles.
‘To be honest, there’s no chance of winning.’
I didn’t challenge her with the intention of winning in the first place. Also, even if it was a mock duel, it’s a fight between strong people where the neck is blown off at any moment. A moment of carelessness can lead directly to death.
But one in a hundred. Even if you can get the 4th circle here, the possibility of winning is not 0%. Even if you estimate it to be high, it is only about 1%.
‘If that’s the case, the story becomes even easier.’
If he won, the war would end like this, and even if he didn’t win, Dale had another option. It was a match where he had nothing to lose from the start.
But the virgin Aurelia too… …will consider Dale’s offer as the best way to obtain Rangs without sacrifice.
“Let the duel begin.”
There is no trace of the carelessness in the expression of the virgin facing Dale, as if she were dealing with a twelve-year-old child.
At the same time, the black magic power swirling under Dale’s feet spread throughout the area.
Aurelia also did not know its meaning. Just as high-ranking knights wear the ‘armor of thought’ called avatars, it was an act of high-ranking magicians consciously overlaying the ‘world of thought’ onto this world.
The world of wizards.
The essence of magic that only a magician of the 6th circle or higher could even dream of was being unleashed by a 12-year-old child of only the 3rd circle.
It was unbelievable. But the virgin Aurelia was not surprised. Dale was by no means the only Irregular who had acquired ‘powers beyond the norm’.
──The white and dark world of the winter night enveloped the two people.
Horizon of nothingness and emptiness.
“… … !”
It was the very 《World of Death》, a place where bitter cold and darkness swirled around.
But even that cold and darkness cannot control the presence of the golden-shining virgin.
‘That’s the Avatar… … .’
The Virgin’s nameless sword was shining brightly with golden light. Along with the golden armor, a cloak made of light fluttered.
“Be prepared, Prince Dale.”
The virgin Aurelia opened her mouth.
However, this was Dale’s world, and Dale, who projected the cold and darkness of this world, was not an opponent to be taken lightly.
“Please take good care of me.”
Dale bowed his head politely. At the same time, a cold chill and darkness swirled beneath his feet. Behind him was the mad, ecstatic fluttering of the shadow cloak.
“──Shoove.”
Dale called a girl’s name.
A golden Valkyrie rushed in like a flash of lightning.
