Episode 92
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“What does a brat like you know about the darkness of Saxony… …!”
A Night Raven Knight who has reached the level of an Auror Knight. However, he was never a ‘Knight of Dale’, much less a ‘Knight of Saxony’. Therefore, there was no reason to show mercy.
Soon this stadium will be reborn as the ‘Black Prince’s Slaughterhouse’, and the butcher in front of him will be the first victim.
Kaang!
The Butcher’s black sword was struck by the Peacemaker, and the blades of the Shadow Cloak rushed forward in sync. The Butcher hurriedly pulled his body away from the dark blades that were slashing down.
The knight distanced himself from the wizard.
Before he knew it, Dale had immediately added the slicing formula to the shadow blade, and had finished carving each piece of broken shadow into the shape of a bullet. In the shape of a bullet that could be fired instantly from the blade.
With speed and accuracy incomparable to the era of the 3rd Circle.
‘Was it this easy?’
Dale stretched out his arms, surprising even himself with his efficiency. Shadow bullets rained down.
A baptism of black bullets, as if pouring down a machine gun, without even the slightest hint of a spell.
A shadow bullet was fired at the knight who volunteered to allow the distance, and the ending meant only one thing.
Even though the armor was wrapped in aura to enhance its strength, it had no stopping power at all and a miserable scream rang out.
Countless shadows of evil descend upon the black armor of Saxony.
“Ugh, ugh!”
“I ask again. Why did you break your oath?”
The butcher screamed, and Dale opened his mouth, creating a soundproof barrier to prevent any sound from spreading throughout the area.
“Do you intend to go to confession about the darkness of Saxony that I do not know about?”
“Now, I had a younger brother who fought for the House of Saxony and died honorably!”
The butcher, who had fallen to his knees, raised his voice in fear.
“He, and that very brother, was swinging his sword according to the Saxon oath until recently!”
“… … .”
Death Order. Unlike Death Knights, who are temporarily revived from the dead.
An immortal army built up since the days of Frederick the Immortal, the founder of Saxony, without a constant supply of magical power.
“Even in death, I cannot find rest… … .”
The darkness of Saxony that lies within the oath of the Night Raven Knight.
“Seeing my brother, who is cursed with immortality and bound in Saxon chains for the rest of his life.”
The butcher stutters in fear.
“You were so scary!”
He must also know the oath of the Night Raven Knights. The meaning of their oath to be loyal to the House of Saxony both in life and in death, and furthermore, the meaning of the black aura they possess.
However, knowing that fact and being prepared for it are two entirely separate things.
“So you broke your oath and ran away?”
“Well, to the Saxon people, we are nothing more than cattle, material for the Death Knights!”
“What does that mean?”
Dale tilted his head at those words.
“A knight who has reached the level of an Auror Knight, turns his back because of fear of such a small fact?”
As if he really couldn’t understand.
“If you turned your back on Saxony in such fear, couldn’t you even throw away our armor and black sword?”
“Please… … .”
The butcher knelt down and begged.
“Please, please give me another chance!”
The Auror Knight’s article is not a power that can be easily found.
“It’s an opportunity.”
That’s why.
“I was foolish! I am now ready to accept Saxony’s determination!”
“Do you swear to be loyal both in life and in death?”
“I swear, I swear!”
The butcher nodded desperately.
“I accept your will.”
He lightly tapped his head and shoulders with his sword, imitating the knight’s oath in a nutshell.
“By my will, I accept you once again as a Night Raven Knight of the House of Saxony.”
“Go, thank you! I swear my loyalty for life! I swear it like this!”
Hope finally appeared on the butcher’s face. He desperately moved his staggering body and thrust his sword vertically.
“Get up.”
Immediately after, Dale opened his mouth. Get up. At Dale’s words, ‘it’ got up.
Within the cloak of shadows, the Shadow Lurker is reborn as an adult.
Instead of hiding in the darkness, he revealed his predatory majesty to the outside world.
To what creature can its form be likened?
Monster, that’s the only way I can describe it.
It had eight limbs like a civet attached to the body of a snake several meters long, each of which was made up of a large, sharp blade like a sickle. Countless thorny tentacles rose and wriggled along its back.
There was no flesh or shell of a living creature. It was merely a creature made of shadows.
“Hee, heek… … !”
The Butcher held his breath, overwhelmed by the sight of that ‘Shadow Lurker’.
“Hey, isn’t that a different promise!”
“No, the promise will be kept.”
The Butcher asked back in horror, and Dale coldly dismissed his protests.
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“I promised to be loyal whether I live or die.”
“… … !”
“Come to think of it, I don’t think it’s necessary to stay alive.”
Dale spoke, and despair took hold of the Butcher’s expression.
“Keeeeeek!”
With the scream of the Shadow Lurker, the limbs made of shadow scythes swung. Not the spines on its back that lurked in the shadows, hunting for its prey.
Eight scythes swung, and the Butcher’s body was split into eight pieces. Shadow Lurker’s scythe was slaughtering his body endlessly.
Even the horrors the butcher had just shown felt like a joke to children.
‘How far can the battle situation be turned around by using a large number of lurkers in a large rotation?’
Now that he has reached the level of the 4th circle, it is by no means an exaggerated imagination. Dale turned his back as he lifted the soundproof barrier.
To show the true nature of cruelty and horror as the ‘Black Prince’ of Saxony, just as his father, the Black Duke, had done.
Silence fell. Even the commentators and spectators watching Dale’s performance were speechless and could only hold their breath.
But this place is a festival stained with blood and madness.
“Wow!”
“Have you seen it! That is the cruelty of the ‘Black Prince’!”
“It’s overwhelming, it’s so overwhelming I can’t even describe it!”
“People’s stories were all true!”
“The greatest genius on the continent!”
“Wow, you butcher!”
It didn’t take long for Dale to become excited by the blood he showed.
“Get up.”
Immediately afterwards, Dale muttered again. At his command, the ‘Butcher’, armed with black armor, rose.
“Lord, the dead have risen!”
“Could this be the black magic of the House of Saxony!”
“Death Knight, it’s Death Knight!”
A death knight who holds the Black Sword of the Saxon family. He has obtained instant power that can be used as a necromancy spell in the Guild City.
It was a harvest beyond his expectations, and Dale opened his mouth toward the waiting room, leading the knight of the black sword.
“next.”
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As a result, Dale never faced his next opponent.
“You want me to fight that monster? Tell me to go eat some shit!”
“Lord, I don’t want to die!”
“What a bunch! Surrender, surrender!”
After nine straight byes and a 10th win, Dale left Fight Club.
Anyway, the real competition hasn’t even started yet, and that competition will begin soon when the black market opens.
There are seven guild masters, and only one of them can become the city master. And if the master of the Kalimala guild takes that position, the city master’s ledger will belong to Dale.
It was just then.
Just in the passage leading out of the Colosseum underground, a familiar face appeared.
It was Ray Yuris, the adopted son of Marquis Yuris.
“I enjoyed your performance at Fight Club.”
“… … .”
“That sight of not showing even a shred of mercy to those who have abandoned blackness!”
Ray laughed, raising both arms exaggeratedly.
“I can’t wait to face you, Your Majesty, in the upcoming tournament!”
It sways along the ground, as if showing off the two colors of black and red. Black and red.
“… … !”
“That day, the exchange of black and red gave us all a lot to learn.”
Ray smiled faintly.
“My father said.”
“What are you talking about?”
“It is finally time to end the ‘silent practice’.”
Before he could fathom the meaning of those words, a dark blue magical power swirled beneath Dale’s feet. The ‘Death Knight’ guarding Dale’s side re-established his grip on the black sword. Immediately, Ray raised both arms, expressing his unwillingness to fight.
“Your Majesty Dale, you too are after the City Master’s ‘ledgers’.”
“This is the first time I’ve heard of this story.”
Dale muttered, and Ray answered.
“The wind of blood will blow.”
That was the extent of the conversation.
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A few days later.
An assassination attempt targeting the Master of the ‘Kalimala Guild’ ended in failure.
While the guild master was inspecting the streets, several corpses disguised by robes came running. And as they approached, an explosion occurred.
Bomb attack.
There were quite a few casualties in the explosion, but fortunately the guild master was able to survive.
A landscape reduced to ashes. Unmistakable evidence of black magic. The ‘suspect’ they pointed to was only one.
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An attempted assassination in the city of the Calimala Guild. A bomb attack using a corpse.
It was almost at the same time that the story spread to the ‘City of Lana Guild’.
If we label the bombings and attempted assassinations as the work of black magic, it goes without saying where the arrow will point.
‘I didn’t know you’d hit me in the back of the head so quickly.’
As soon as he heard the story, Dale immediately got up from his seat, remembering Ray Uris’ words that the silence had finally ended.
‘The shadow court will move.’
The Shadow Court. Along with the Seven Guilds, another faction that practically rules the city. The law enforcers of Guild City.
With Dale suspected of attempted assassination, it would be impossible to escape their web.
But as the saying goes, a crisis is an opportunity, and Dale had no intention of giving in to it.
In a back alley where darkness has fallen, he takes off his hood.
In the shadows, the virgin Aurelia hides, with the Death Knight she acquired from the fight club at her side.
“I’ve been waiting.”
After taking it off, Dale opened his mouth. Into the empty space where there was no one.
“I want to prove my innocence in the shadow court.”
As if responding to that voice, the sound of the wind was heard. Before I knew it, the men were there.
Like medieval plague doctors, they hide their identities with black coats and bird-beak masks.
“Please give me a chance to prove my innocence.”
Dale said.
“Follow me, defendant.”
The man in the bird beak mask opened his mouth. Even though he knew that the person standing before him was the ‘Black Prince’ of the House of Saxony, there was not a single hint of wavering in their voice or majesty.
“It is up to the Shadow Goddess alone to prove your innocence.”
Shadow court.
The law enforcers of Guild City, and the continent’s greatest assassin organization… … .
Unlike the church’s interpretation of the sister goddesses as a ‘monotheism of two persons of mercy and compassion’, it is a successor to the pagan sect ‘Church of Shadows’ that interprets them as two goddesses of light and shadow, as its name suggests.
Dale walked right into that shadow, without a shred of hesitation.
