Chapter 63 – 63. Verdi’s Three Siblings
“Haam.”
It was well past 12 o’clock.
People stopped walking around in a hurry, and while they were sitting at the table, Deia, who was curled up on the bed, stretched out.
Maybe it’s because I woke up late after sleeping in for the first time in quite a while, but I feel light and refreshed.
The soft smile that comes naturally, the coffee that starts to brew while wearing pajamas, there is no need to pay attention to the employees, and there is no need to wake up frowning because of the territory work and start working as if being chased by something.
“I was very nervous when I entered Graypond.”
When I heard that Deius had surrendered, I thought another big incident would happen.
When I came and checked, I realized that I was actually favored by the king.
In addition, Deia felt at ease after hearing that Princess Eleanor’s chronic illness had been resolved.
“They say I have to solve it through an ordeal or something, but I’m sure I’ll do well.”
Whoop.
Deia, who quenched her thirst with coffee, quietly looks out the window.
She smiled with utmost satisfaction after receiving a guest room in the royal palace.
I heard that meals will be provided separately, but what will come?
I am filled with anticipation and smile.
“Vacations are good.”
I have entrusted the estate duties to my eldest son, Darius, but he must be doing a good job.
I take another sip of coffee.
The moment I tried to check the packaging containing the coffee beans, wondering where the beans were used to make them taste good.
Shake!
The door opens and knights wearing armor come rushing in. Surprised, Deia pulled her body back, wondering what was going on.
Sreung!
The sword is pulled out and pointed at the neck with a chilling sound. The knights’ actions were clean, uncluttered, and well-trained.
Among them, a man who appeared to be wearing a red headdress spoke.
“Deia Verdi! “Arrested for treason to the state!”
“W-what?”
What kind of bullshit is this?
Until yesterday, I had built up a good image by kneeling before the king.
‘Deius?’
But Deia’s head began to spin rapidly.
There was something wrong with the ordeal Deius was undergoing. Thinking of that, Deia instantly got angry and cried out.
“D-Deius! “Who is that person?!”
“Shut up! sinner!”
“You can tell me that much! He’s my brother! “What happened to Deius?”
I knew there was some sort of tantrum going on. But he couldn’t back down.
Anxiety struck my heart and I couldn’t ignore it.
However, one of the knights who turned back hit Deia precisely in the back of the head.
She lost consciousness and fell to the floor as if a light had gone out.
It was the moment Deia’s vacation came to an end.
* * *
“Okay.”
After hearing Deia’s moans, I slowly turned my gaze to the side.
I was a little confused when she was thrown into the cell unconscious, but for now, she sat down next to me and lent me her shoulder.
If someone were to see it, they might mistake it for just sleeping.
“Wow, it’s a head.”
Deia wakes up, frowns, and turns her head.
He made eye contact with me, confirmed that he was leaning on me, and walked away, clapping like a chicken.
“Wow, Mr.! what?!”
Then, Deia frowned, holding her head as if she had a headache from suddenly moving so violently.
After a moment to come to her senses, she notices my jacket hanging on her shoulder.
In the chilly prison, I thought it would be cold to wear simple pajamas, so I put them on.
“Wow, it’s cold.”
Deia, who glanced at me and casually put on my jacket, cleared her throat and asked me.
“I understand the situation roughly, right? “Is it because of that ordeal or something that led to this?”
As expected, Deia.
I nodded in affirmation and she said, “Ha.” And she lets out a deep sigh.
“What on earth was that? “I think the king viewed you quite favorably, but how can his treatment change so much in just one day?”
“… … “I can’t answer.”
This issue was something that even Deia should not care about. If you make a mistake, the royal family called Griffin could be uprooted.
“I’m caught up too, but you can’t answer?”
Deia gently stretched out his hand and asked him to look at the situation, but he still couldn’t answer.
“Ha, yes. “What are you doing by shaking someone who won’t talk?”
Deia, while pouting, sneakily came to the seat next to me and leaned on my shoulder like before.
“It’s because it’s cold.”
He spits out a word in frustration and looks out of the cage.
It is not a prison used by magic judges, but a dungeon managed directly by the royal family.
Not only were there many imprisoned criminals, but the number of evil spirits released after death was also significant.
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If you use them, you might be able to escape.
‘The problem is the archmage’s disciples.’
They were glaring at me so viciously that they were preparing to turn me into ashes the moment I showed even the slightest sign of using mana.
Moreover, there was a kind of shackle on his wrist that blocked some of his mana, so even if he entered a speed battle, he was bound to lose.
“then. “Are we going to be executed together now?”
“… … “Maybe so.”
“That could be possible? “Is there another future?”
I say yes in silence and think back to King Orpheus’s final reaction.
He shed tears, expressed apology and lament, and ordered the arrest.
‘It’s different from the way I saw King Orpheus being broken.’
It is different from the King Destruction route, which avoids all responsibility and escapes reality by becoming a complete psychopath.
He clearly took responsibility for it himself, which is why he arrested me to cover up the truth.
‘There was no such case in the route in the game.’
There is only an unpleasant ending where the truth is revealed and the main character, Aria, is asked to remain silent for the sake of the kingdom, or the king goes crazy and cannot remember anything.
Because there was no such thing as directly arresting someone.
I was seeing hope here.
I can’t shoulder the responsibility, but I can’t completely cover it up by killing myself. That’s what my arrest meant.
By now, King Orpheus is probably alone and racking his brains in agony.
You can drink alcohol or bang your head against the wall. Or he could be holed up in a secret passageway, perusing the relevant logs.
I don’t know what choice he will make.
‘If it leads to execution, there is a need to break through even if it is difficult.’
Before going to see the king, Lemegeton was hidden separately. Only the dark spirit and I know that location.
Also, the dark spirit was currently following the king around to see what decision he would make.
So, I was able to wait because I was peaceful in prison. If the king decides to execute me.
‘There’s nothing we can do about it then.’
From here, you have no choice but to hold the leash.
After escaping using the Lemegeton and necromancy, he planned to chain Orpheus with the royal family’s secrets.
‘Well, it’s not the direction I wanted.’
In conclusion, the story flows in the direction I want.
The king will officially recognize me.
But it doesn’t happen in a dirty mud fight.
I was thinking that it would be better if it was done with true blessings and the king’s smile.
“hey.”
As I was organizing my thoughts, Deia tapped me on the shoulder and called out to me. When I make eye contact and ask why, Deia looks at me with a strange expression.
“Get your hair done. too long.”
“… … “You’re so calm in this situation.”
“Our heads have already left our necks. Because I don’t decide the outcome. No, it’s really longer than that.”
surely.
The hair seemed ready to pierce my eyes at any moment. The hair on the back of my head has become longer and reaches the nape of my neck.
“I’ll cut it for you later. “It would be cool to be very bald.”
Deia plays with my hair as she pleases.
I cautioned him because his face was itchy from the brushing hair.
“Just joke around in moderation.”
“… … “I’m bored.”
The sound of footsteps and a staff hitting the ground can be heard buried in Deia’s grumbling voice.
As I saw the Archmage’s disciples startled and hurriedly greeting him, I had a good idea who it was.
Archmage Rockpelican Linus.
He stands outside the cage, looks at me, and thinks for a moment.
I didn’t even bother to get up and just sat down with Deia and looked at him.
Rockpelican sighed and lowered his head.
“I’m sorry.”
It was an apology with many meanings.
* * *
Verdi’s eldest son.
Guardian of the Northern Mountains.
Giants of the North, etc.
Darius Verdi, who was known to be quite flashy, was sitting on the bed with his arms crossed in a small hotel room in Gray Pond.
Considering his size, the room seemed small, but he remained silent and just waited with his mouth closed.
It rattled.
Just then, the door opens and the group comes in. They were a trio of resistance scrap metal dealers from the Clark Republic.
Coming in without knocking is just rude and rebellious. But Darius didn’t mind that.
As we trained together, I got along better with the Gocheolsang members than I thought.
Surprisingly, Darius liked that they were much more generous, did not hold back, and readily gave in.
Although I still hate their leader, Findenai.
anyway.
A member of the scrap metal merchant comes in and makes a fuss because he is in a hurry.
“Che, you’re under arrest! “Now the royal family has also confiscated the Verdi family carriage!”
“Hmm.”
There was only one reason Darius was here.
Following Deia, who was leaving for Gray Pond, he also came to Gray Pond as if he was being followed.
From Deia’s point of view, Darius was considerate and advised her to stay in the territory, as she might be captured and executed along with Deius as a traitor.
It was known that a member of the family was a warlock.
It’s truly a family crisis.
As the eldest son, Darius could not just wait in the estate, so he secretly followed him.
But until yesterday it seemed pretty good.
Deius and Deia had a peaceful time in the city without any violent arrests or sieges by the kingdom’s troops.
This was information that made Darius both surprised and satisfied after receiving the report from the scrap metal dealer members.
But today.
Darius couldn’t help but break into a cold sweat when he heard that all of Deia’s goods were burned and his carriage was seized.
That had only one meaning.
Deius and Deia were arrested.
I don’t know if it’s because of being a warlock or some other reason.
“Whoa.”
Darius tightly grasps his sword.
“I guess I’ll have to play the role of the eldest son.”
If you make a careless move here and now, not only the lives of two people will be destroyed, but the Verdi family itself will be destroyed.
No, is it really just a matter of time?
It may be that the family’s long history has already come to an end.
Putting those details aside and making up his mind, Darius took a deep breath and declared.
“Let the two escape from prison.”
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