Episode 81
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The capital of the kingdom of Britannia was burning.
Red magicians wearing blood-red uniforms, led by Lady Scarlet, a high-ranking elder of the Red Tower and a 7th Circle red magician.
Purifier, the elite battle mage of the Red Tower.
Without hiding their identities, they proudly waved their blood-red uniforms and red magic swirled around them.
“Become ashes.”
“Become ashes.”
The magicians in their blood-red uniforms shared a single image and began to chant together. Immediately afterwards, the flames that would burn this world descended.
Hellfire.
The standard-bearer of the war of unification, the god of war, and the executors of the empire.
It was the Red Tower’s Red Mage, and hellfire began to pour down from the sky.
It was a sight that seemed like the end of the world.
And Archbishop Thomas, the white wizard of the 7th circle who could prevent the apocalypse, was no longer of this world.
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The city was burning.
The Britannian army and people resisted to the last, burning with the will to die, but it was nothing more than a meaningless struggle.
The city walls fell, and the imperial forces poured in endlessly.
Although not all of the powerful men of the Kingdom of Britannia have disappeared, the Holy Virgin and the Archbishop, who could be said to be the key forces that unite them, have disappeared… … .
It meant nothing to Lady Scarlett, the Holy Swordsmen, and the mighty men of the empire they led.
This is the scene again.
The city was burning, people were screaming, and in the midst of the chaos, military discipline meant nothing. They were robbing, violating, burning, and a hellish scene was unfolding there.
It was just then.
─People of the royal capital Rheims! I speak to you in the name of Charles VII!
From far away in the royal castle, Charles’s voice, amplified by magic, resonated loudly.
─ Our kingdom of Britannia, including Jim, will fight bravely until the very end!
It was a will full of determination, as if it would break but not yield.
“Your Majesty Charles… … .”
At that voice, Aurelia muttered weakly. There was no point in fighting any further. But Charles, who was so unreliable, was shouting so desperately for the kingdom.
Even in this hell, he does not give in, and encourages the people of the royal road at the risk of his life.
“It was my foolishness… … .”
For a moment, she found herself being captivated by the delusion. She should have trusted her king a little more.
It was just then.
“Do you really think so?”
Dale opened his mouth.
He, who burned so much hatred towards the empire, paradoxically became the standard-bearer of the empire’s ambitions.
“I have something to show you, Lady.”
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Immediately after that.
Imperial army positions surrounding the capital city of Rheims.
Dale was there, with the burning city behind him.
In the large barracks prepared for the ‘Supreme Commander’ of the Imperial Army, he sat on his throne like a king watching the battle situation.
“As ordered, I captured Charles VII.”
And then one of his subordinate soldiers, as if he had been waiting, reported to him.
“Bring him here.”
“I will follow your orders.”
Soon a man was brought before Dale. He was a shabby man with nothing of the majesty of a king.
“Ah, Your Majesty Charles.”
Dale called his name, and Charles VII’s expression darkened.
“Yes, yes, how dare you… …! How dare you deceive me… …!”
“Didn’t I tell you?”
Dale sneered, leaving Charles struggling behind in the soldiers’ bonds.
“──Those who wish for peace, prepare for war.”
As if he couldn’t stand the laughter.
“There is nothing in this world more untrustworthy than the peace promised by the Empire.”
“… … !”
“Come to think of it, you look really shabby.”
A shabby appearance, wearing rags and no sign of the proud golden crown.
“The soldiers captured him as he tried to escape during the siege by loading a large quantity of luxury goods onto his carriage.”
Then the subordinate soldier reported.
“Oh, is that so?”
Dale scoffed coldly at those words, as if he had known it from the beginning.
“Then what about the voice of desperate resistance ringing out from the royal capital…?”
It was just a ploy to buy time to escape.
“You sold out all the people of the capital just to protect your own safety.”
“That, that’s what it means!”
“Do you think that is something that the king of a country would do to his people?”
Dale asked.
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“under!”
Charles VII laughed incredulously.
“What do I know about this kingdom and its people?”
It’s not something you know.
“From the beginning, I liked this kingdom and king!”
Charles VII raised his voice.
“That swindler woman claimed to have received a revelation from the goddess and put me on the throne without permission!”
“Considering that, weren’t you quite desperate to protect the throne?”
“Because this country, this country could have been mine!”
Fearing that he would lose the throne, he fell into Dale’s trap. Charles’s suspicion drove the virgin and the archbishop to their deaths.
“Because I, Charles, could become the ruler of this island of Britannia!”
“So you abandoned your people and ran away?”
Dale asked back.
“To that extent, were the Kingdom of Britannia and its people worthless to His Majesty Charles?”
“What if it was a revelation from the Goddess, if only that damn wh**e hadn’t spouted such nonsense… …!”
Charles VII nodded desperately.
“Give this king and kingdom to a dog!”
“What, is that so?”
Dale nodded indifferently at those words. After nodding, he continued.
“──That’s what they say.”
“… … !”
Behind the barracks, a silent shadow finally revealed itself.
“Ah, ah, ah… … !”
At the sight, Charles VII’s expression froze for a moment.
A fraud, a traitor, a witch, a wh**e of the empire.
The virgin Aurelia was there.
“… … Was it all a lie?”
Silence fell like a feather. In the stillness, Aurelia opened her mouth.
“To me, who was conflicted after receiving the revelation from the goddess, you also encouraged me to fight for the kingdom.”
It was a faint, trembling voice.
“In order to save the people suffering from the tyranny of the empire, he also made an oath to save the country… … .”
“Ah, no, oh, it’s a misunderstanding!”
“Was it all a lie?”
The virgin Aurelia asked back. Only then did Charles desperately shake his head in bewilderment.
“Why did you run away?”
The virgin Aurelia asked back.
“Make your people, the people of the kingdom, the shield of the imperial army.”
As if I couldn’t understand.
“──Why did you survive alone and in such an ugly way?”
It was a cold voice, without even a hint of emotion.
“Seo, holy maiden! Father, please forgive my immorality!”
Charles began to beg.
“I swear in the name of the goddess that I confess my sins and repent! Please, please, I beg you!”
Dale silently pulled out the stiletto sword from his waist. He spun the handle around and handed it over to the virgin Aurelia.
“Please, please save me… …!”
The virgin, unable to move a finger due to the restraints of high-ranking white magicians, adjusted the hilt of her stiletto sword.
The icy blade of the stiletto was now emitting a faint light.
A brilliant golden light enveloped her body.
Clang!
The binding magic of the white magicians who were supposed to restrain her was shattered and scattered in vain. A golden light that was too bright to look straight at began to wrap around Aurelia’s sword and armor. By projecting her ‘thoughts’ onto the sword, armor, and body.
The golden light shimmered, and pitch-black darkness seeped in between.
An avatar of a virgin who once claimed to be the savior of the nation, but was abandoned by the very kingdom and king.
There was a Valkyrie armed with black-gold armor.
Black as pitch, black gold that shines brilliantly.
At the same time, Dale’s world was engulfed in flames. It was no longer the barracks of the imperial army surrounding Rangs.
A world of white and dark winter nights. A barrier that exists only for ‘three people’.
On the pure white floor of a dark winter night, there was Charles VII, shivering. The black-gold Valkyrie was also there.
“Please, forgive me… … .”
At those words, Aurelia turned her head towards Dale.
“Think of your own will.”
Dale said, as if he were teaching a child.
“What you want, what you desire.”
Not a puppet of the sky.
“Even if our destiny is not our own.”
“… … .”
“That doesn’t mean we are denying our will.”
Dale said, and Aurelia adjusted the hilt of her stiletto.
The maiden of war, clad in black and gold armor. That very Valkyrie took a step forward. Towards Charles VII, who was on his knees and begging miserably for his life.
“Please, I beg you! By the mercy and kindness of the goddess, please… …!”
“I hate you.”
Aurelia answered.
“I hate you, and I hate the Empire.”
The stiletto’s blade sank down.
Phew!
It was not a restrained blow from the inspector. As if he had not been able to control his emotions and was striking down with a sword, the stiletto blade plunged into Charles VII’s stomach.
Phew!
“Ugh, ugh… … !”
The blade was pulled out, blood spurted out, and the blade was brought down again.
Pok! Pok! Pok!
The intestines were spilling out, the blood was pouring out, but the virgin paid no attention.
The bloody maiden turns her head, covered in blood pouring down her black armor.
“But what I hate most of all is… … .”
The distance narrowed. Before long, the virgin’s stilettos were touching Dale’s chest.
“You must hate me.”
“Aren’t you scared?”
“Revenge is like a dish that tastes better when served cold.”
“… … .”
“I hate the empire too.”
Dale continues.
“I hate this country so much, I can’t stand it.”
The Emperor, the Bloody Duke, those who drove me to this state in my previous life.
“But the Empire is not as weak as you think.”
“… … .”
“Shoove.”
At the same time, Dale sang The Book of the Black Goat.
─ Haha, what a pity.
“… … !”
The virgin held her breath. The horrific and disgusting mass of tentacles that Dale had shown her earlier. These very same monstrosities were stretching out their tentacles and wrapping themselves around Dale.
It drips dark, black mucus like coal tar along its tentacles, as if embracing a loved one.
And at the same time, the tentacles began to creep towards Aurelia.
“You have nothing to fear.”
Dale, wrapped in tentacles, opened his mouth softly.
“Because she’s cuter than I thought.”
“… … !”
“Give yourself to her and accept her desires.”
Like the devil’s whispers tempting a saint.
“No matter how dark and ugly it may appear.”
