389. Who was in front of the queen?
Today, which always ended before the sun set, has changed. Ragnar, evidence of change, turned around.
Behind Ragna, who lowered his sword and caught his breath, the semi-knight who looked like a grim reaper collapsed.
Blood flows from the cut cross section. New blood was supplied to the already bright red carpet.
“how?”
Encred’s mouth opened. He wasn’t at a level where he was freaked out, but he was surprised.
I was actually curious. So she asked.
Are you asking how I got here? This thought occurred to Krang, who was watching. He was a helper who came at an odd time.
In reality, it was the result of a repeated, twisted day reaching the end, but Krang couldn’t know that.
While Ragna was silently removing the blood from his sword, Encred asked him clearly why he was surprised.
“How did you find your way?”
How can you not be surprised by this?
Ragna came here alone. She probably didn’t follow behind secretly, so she must have been at the gate.
Something happened that couldn’t have happened if Lady Luck hadn’t led him by directly holding his hand instead of just kissing him.
In response to Encred’s question, Ragna puffed out his chest and spoke.
It felt like I had come all this way just for this moment.
“I know the shortcut.”
“luck?”
Encred asked an implied question.
I’m asking if it was luck.
Ragna also gave an implied answer.
“skill.”
The talent for finding shortcuts is innate.
Krang blinked.
What are these bastards doing now?
It’s an unintelligible conversation.
Isn’t this a conversation between crazy people?
Well, it’s not up to you to say anything. All that matters is that he lived.
It was before night had even arrived.
Krang knew that the work was over before anything he had prepared arrived.
“I almost had to pee.”
Krang flopped down and said.
It’s not something someone who wants to become the king of a country would say, but saying it like that doesn’t diminish Kraang’s dignity. He was that kind of person.
Why is it that our dignity is diminished when we rejoice in surviving as a human being?
Even if someone asked, I would have said this.
After a short conversation with Ragnar, Encred roughly adjusted his twisted right wrist with his left hand.
His eyes were still focused on Ragna.
Before you know it, the look in his eyes is different from when he said something like a joke earlier.
Let’s say it’s like finding your way.
So what next?
Ragnar pushed away the man that Encred himself could not deal with and cut off his head.
I saw the entire fight.
Anyone who had seen Ragnar’s fight and his sword would have known.
Although he has not yet reached the rank of knight, Ragnar will become a knight.
It’s such a talent. Some of that talent came out and was revealed. Matthew’s eyes also widened and his breathing became heavier.
There is quite a surprise. Encred’s mouth opened.
“thanks.”
The content of the words was gratitude, but the tone of voice conveyed a different emotion than actual gratitude.
Krang’s ears perked up and his head turned.
Normally, Encred wouldn’t show his emotions easily, but now it seemed like it was difficult to hold back.
Krang shouted while looking at Encred.
“Therapist! “Get a therapist!”
Two of my escorts were seriously injured. Taking care of the two was also an urgent task.
I don’t know if it was due to a strong sense of work or loyalty, but immediately a servant and two maids came out.
“Yes, yes, sir.”
Wherever he was hiding, he managed to avoid being killed or injured.
No, this was normal.
If the dead quasi-knight’s intentions had been correct, they would have recovered the dead Krang.
Moreover, since he was not a perverted murderer who was crazy about murder, there was no reason for him to kill the servant and maid.
Even if the dead man turned around, he was still a member of the Order. Kraang also knew that, so he called someone.
“Get the therapist.”
Krang spoke while sitting down, and the servant and maid moved. Still, Krang’s gaze did not leave Encred.
“I almost died.”
Ragna opens his mouth. Of course, Encred almost died. Is it because I felt the emotion contained in her words of gratitude? Is she reprimanding the person who saved her life? Does she put those feelings into it?
Those meanings seemed to be mixed as well.
Krang had a talent for examining the inner meaning of people’s words.
It is something that can be called insight.
Nevertheless, Encred’s gaze did not change.
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Encred dreams of becoming a knight. He couldn’t stop someone like that even if he tried to do so.
He was like this even though he was not alone and even helped Krang’s guard, Matthew, and other spearmen.
lost. It’s defeat.
An average person might have experienced frustration and despair. Even if he didn’t feel frustration and despair, he couldn’t help but think differently when he saw Ragnar.
If you don’t feel jealous, you’re not human. Can one be called human without losing one’s heart to jealousy?
Krang thought so.
And I thought as I looked at Encred.
‘That’s not a human cub.’
“If this gets better, let’s have a fight.”
Encred said, holding up his right wrist.
What are the emotions that are visible in the burning eyes?
There is no such thing as jealousy. There was only joy, joy, and a desire to win.
Ragna is scolding me for that.
“If you live or die, you must learn to respect yourself.”
These aren’t words that would come out of Ragnar’s mouth, but Encred was definitely harsh this time.
Encred also recognized it, so he nodded.
“Krang?”
He calls himself. Krang thought for a moment and was about to move.
My mind was filled with things for the next time.
In Krang’s eyes, he could see his ‘preparation’. The reason I had been traveling around the continent so far wasn’t just for running away.
This is one of the results.
“You’re late.”
He is a man with short brown hair. This is what they say as they approach.
Ragna looked at the opponent who walked in the hallway and realized at a glance that he was a formidable opponent.
“Lord Ingis.”
Krang called to him. En Creed recognized his opponent’s affiliation.
It would be impossible not to know the affiliation of a person with two swords and a sun tree engraved on the iron plate armor covering his chest.
“I am called Inggis of the Knights.”
The voice was young. His face was also young. At best, he must have been over twenty. In reality, Ingis was only twenty-eight years old.
I had a complex about looking young.
He was also the most talented genius within the Order of the Red Cloak.
During his days of running away and wandering, Krang also looked around the South. To be precise, he met a knight blocking the southern border and the area bordering the Demonic Territory.
“Lord Cypress.”
I saw an article with the name of the unit and talked to him. Afterwards he saw the fighting in the South. On that spot, Krang almost lost his head four times.
Thanks to this, I saw the fighting in the South and also knew the danger they posed.
“I will not ascend to the throne by borrowing the power of a knight.”
Krang saw the future. She envisioned the future of the royal palace. That’s why he knew now that he couldn’t draw power beyond the standards of a knight.
Should I cut off the flesh of the royal palace to gain the throne?
“You must protect your honor. “I will do my job.”
I won’t do that. I will make a stupid and foolish choice. Krang did just that.
Is it because of that?
One promise was made, and I was able to see Inggis here and now.
This was ready to appear and provide a solution if I lasted half a day.
“I come with eight squires.”
Inggis said. It was as he said. The remaining people were clearing up the front of the castle gate, and Inggis hurriedly ran here.
His gaze turned to the semi-knight that Ragna had killed.
“Lord Pilten.”
Sadness seeps into his voice. However, I didn’t blame Ragna or the others.
I just looked at the dead semi-knight with gloomy eyes for a moment. Everything is just your own choice. She knew full well that Pilten was jealous of her. Still, she didn’t want this outcome.
He became a traitor and split sides. Whether it’s right or wrong, it’s the path you choose.
So, it is right to take responsibility for the results yourself.
I was also deeply grateful. If Pilten was alive, I would have killed her with my own hands.
Inggis immediately raised his head and said.
“I must go to Her Majesty the Queen.”
Master Cyprus’ orders were twofold.
Inggis said that Kraang’s well-being was also good, but if there was a disturbing threat in the palace, he should stop it and put it to rest.
“I was already planning on going.”
Krang agreed.
Could it be that the only blade he prepared was a semi-knight from the south? If you change your mind, it will all be over, but would you have risked everything on someone else’s decision?
Of course, that’s not all.
But nothing came. That means the problem arose somewhere else.
The whole group moved to one place.
The place they were heading to was the Queen’s Daejeon.
* * *
“Are you the collector?”
Saxony arrived at the royal palace and arrived at the final destination.
In other words, this was my destination.
What Saxony found was a client of the Assassination Coalition.
At first I thought it was Viscount Mernes. A black knife is a person who has benefited from using a band of thieves.
After looking for some evidence and moving around, I found out that there was another person.
There were many things gained by killing the entire Assassination Coalition.
This is the result. I was able to find out who the head of the Black Sword was and who the client was.
I didn’t figure it all out on my own.
It was the result of external pressure.
To be exact, it was thanks to the tricks of a man named Krang.
What Krang did was to physically divide the nobles.
so.
‘I can’t say I didn’t have the captain’s help.’
The black sword was revealed thanks to the excited grip.
If it weren’t for that, the Assassin Guild group wouldn’t have put pressure on them to form an alliance or made the request.
No, he wouldn’t have come forward in the first place.
“Did you fail?”
The question came back as a question.
I saw a man standing upright with his back to the wide window. It was quite large. To his question, Saxony nodded his head.
“It was no problem.”
“why?”
“Difference in skill.”
“That’s kind.”
“I also want to ask you something, can you answer honestly?”
“Sure.”
A person who started out as a merchant, bought the title of nobleman, and became a collector, an official who collected taxes for the royal family.
A person who sold his soul to the devil to become like this.
“Is it a black lily?”
The big collector twitched the corner of his mouth. He smiled, but his face was too wrinkled for a smile.
“f*ck, I heard you had to kill and burn them all meticulously back then.”
His words brought to mind the image of the mansion on fire.
You’ve come to the right place.
Saxony raised his sword and spoke.
“The legitimate son of the Bencino family has returned.”
The collector never once removed his hand from under the table as he spoke. He took his hand out from under the thick, sturdy, and quite expensive rosewood table.
There were two crossbows in his hands.
It was a modified crossbow.
It was even bolted so that it would go out immediately when the trigger was pulled.
“Can we avoid this in a small room?”
“I will come forward in the name of a person who lost his family and a child who lost his parents.”
“Stop talking bullshit and attack me.”
It was extremely obscene to be a last resort prepared by moving a sword to do various things, but Saxony did not criticize the other person.
I just hoped.
“Please. “Don’t ask for forgiveness.”
I meant it.
“Damn it!”
The collector fired the bolt he held in his left hand. With the sound of strings being plucked, a black-painted bolt flew into the darkness created by the setting sun.
Ten breaths of poison were applied to the bolt tip, so just grazing it was enough.
Saxony hid in the dark and did not embarrass the opponent.
It was a moment when I had to do whatever I wanted, so I wanted to clearly show the other person who I was until the end.
I swung my sword and knocked out the bolt.
This level of talent was nothing.
The bolt broke with a snap and flew sideways onto the wall and floor.
Meanwhile, a second bolt flew out.
It was a time-lapse attack.
Saxony drew his sword and struck the second bolt.
The broken bolt blade grazed my cheek. I didn’t want to avoid it. So I didn’t avoid it.
A scratch appeared on my cheek.
A tingling pain came. It was poison.
“done!”
cried the collector. He speaks in a light manner, not befitting someone of his stature. I didn’t like that.
I did not hope that the target of revenge would be a great person.
But this is something.
Aren’t you just a dirty human being?
“Aren’t you raising the level in your head? “Don’t you think that the people who burned down your family should have a good reason?”
My teacher’s words come to mind. That’s right. That’s how he saw it. Great guys had to do it for great reasons.
The devil’s altar, the resurrection of a cult god. Shouldn’t it be at least that much?
Or a great nobleman who rules the country?
I thought it had to be that way. That’s how I raised the other person within me. Otherwise, there would be no reason to do that.
No, there was a reason. Humans can kill people with even the slightest greed.
It’s a mistake. Okay. Just fix it.
Didn’t Encred show it to you?
What should I do if I take the wrong path?
‘Just come back.’
Just start again. Then again? What if mistakes continue? That’s okay too. Just repeat. Start again. Just keep doing it until you get it done. En Creed took up the sword and dreamed of becoming a knight.
Was that dream vain? Was it funny? Have you become an object of ridicule?
at all.
By repeating, moving forward, and not giving up, you build your own tower and walk your own path.
That’s it. That’s all you need to do.
Saxony decided not to be disappointed because the opponent was dirty.
“Ten breaths?”
Instead, he told me the identity of the poison.
“… … Was it really Geor’s dagger?”
The collector says: He looked embarrassed and nervous. At the same time, he slowly picked up another object and threw it down.
pop!
Smoke rises. It was a smoke bomb. Saxony felt a deafening vibration. The view was obscured by a smoke screen.
Still, it wasn’t a problem.
I’ve done this hundreds of times to see things through.
I feel a sixth sense, a presence, a movement in the air, etc. That’s how I found the other person’s location using just my senses.
This is the guy who tried to escape out the window. Saxony walked up to him, grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, and threw him back. Then the other person swung his hand. A weapon resembling a hook was held in his hand.
He held it with his left hand and threw the opponent, and with his right hand, he pulled out a stiletto and stood it up.
After blocking and deflecting the opponent’s attack, I took a few steps closer to the guy who threw me back.
It didn’t scream or moan. Inside the smokescreen he said what he needed to say now.
Of course, he himself needs it. To Saxony, these words were meaningless.
“If you save me, I will give you wealth you could never dream of in your life. You can even give them treasures! “I know the secret vault of the Black Sword!”
“I know the secret vault of the continent’s greatest assassin guild.”
Something like the secret safe of a barely black knife?
The collector sweatdropped at the meaning contained in the words.
Saxony opened the door.
Several corpses lying outside greeted him.
It was his own work. Those who came all the way here and tried to stop them.
There were bodyguards and assassins.
These must have been prepared for him by the leader of the Black Sword.
It’s not that there are no survivors. There was no reason to harm the servant or maid who was hiding in a corner without attacking.
Saxony waited for the smoke to clear and then turned his head. A dagger with a curved blade was seen in the collector’s hand. To be exact, I saw him holding it upside down and hiding it under his thigh.
Saxony simply suppressed the opponent’s intention by raising his long sword and stabbing him in the thigh.
Deep.
The tip of the long sword stuck in my thigh.
“evil!”
A scream rang out. She moved her sword as if swinging it. I pulled it out and it started hurting again in my other arm and leg. After cutting the collector’s limb tendons, he took the weapon, threw it to one side, and tied it with a wide cloth to stop the bleeding from the wound.
“You crazy bastard!”
said the collector. It was a voice filled with evil.
“I hear this often, but it doesn’t sound familiar.”
Saxony opened his mouth bored, took out a stiletto and a whetstone, and sharpened the blade.
At the same time, he took out a dagger with a saw-like edge on one side. Next to it, an awl and tongs were also taken out. It was a torture tool.
“What do you want? Black lily? Can you tell me who the rest are? Or what else? What do you want to know? “What is it, you bastard!”
Saxony blinked a few times and answered.
“doesn’t exist.”
“… … what?”
“Please, don’t ask me to forgive you. “The tongue comes last.”
Saxony did not think his revenge was beautiful or just.
“So what? “It’s none of my business.”
Encred’s words came to mind.
I don’t want to stab my friend in the back just because I have to.
Rather than just looking forward, we want to look sideways as well.
Did you say that everyone lives by cheating on others?
There are people who aren’t like that.
Anyway, it was none of my business.
Just do whatever you feel like.
“If anyone asks, tell them that Saxony of the Bensino family sent you. I’ll send all my friends too. “One of them is probably already gone.”
“Aaaahhh!”
The collector’s screams echoed through the mansion.
“It’s not me! “It’s not me!”
The collector eventually shouted no, but Saxony did not listen.
* * *
“Should I say it’s been a while?”
The Queen’s match was also a mess. There was a commotion here too.
The queen was sitting on the throne, the wizard was on one side, and Frog Ruagarne was on the other.
Below them, several nobles settled down.
To the right of Encred, there is the Marquis of Octo, and an old man who resembles Marcus, although this is my first time seeing him.
On the other side, I saw the author who said it had been a while.
It was Count Molsen.
fantasy,
