Episode 427
Fifth daughter of Emperor Philip.
Michelle Tulcan.
He then reached out with his other arm and grabbed Michelle Tulcan by the hair.
“Whoa-!”
Even if it seems like I’m acting like a punk, I stick to what I have to keep. I don’t hit the elderly or children unless absolutely necessary. I don’t beat people, regardless of gender, without a good reason.
But if you die even if you die, if you really tear and kill your limbs, you can kill any number regardless of age and gender.
Michelle Tulcan is a bitch who deserves to be torn to pieces and burned to death.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry. Please just spare my life.”
You know, you’re pretending to be weak with such a fragile face.
In this world, children from powerful families can never be weak.
In particular, the Tulcan Empire was more than just a religion, it was a nation with followers called berserkers.
Unless there is a special situation like a wartime situation, simply having the name Tulcan allows them to do a lot.
For example, if you see someone you like, you can say, “Bring him to your bedroom,” and he will come true that day. Those who use the name Tulcan have always been strong.
The story of Michelle Tulkan’s visit to Emperor Iskandar’s quarters to present her brother with a new toy was quite an impressive anecdote known only to those inside.
Yes, this is her. She is the one who took our older sister, who had married Prince Sa, and offered her to Iskandar.
The girl is now giving a glimpse of her clothes with her seductive eyes.
Looking at you blatantly showing me your sternum, it looks like you’re trying to use a beauty trick.
I ended up laughing softly.
At least you have to take out the murderous intent in your eyes to make it look presentable.
He slammed Michelle Tulcan’s head into the ground.
Phew-!
“Ugh-!”
The entire capital of Tulcan was overturned.
In the process, I buried all the living things nearby, so I didn’t think they would survive. Really.
“That’s fortunate.”
Kwaaak.
“I’m so glad to be alive.”
With his left hand he held Bartomeu’s head, and with his right hand he held Michel’s head.
I took the two guys up again.
So we stopped in front of the great gate of the Tulcan Imperial Castle.
A giant door.
I feel it from the other side of this door.
Iskandar’s energy.
I kicked the door open.
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Boom-!
The huge iron door shatters and flies inward.
And in front of that door I stopped for a moment.
He put the two knives he was holding on the floor. He raised his hand and wiped his face.
Look at this.
Then, a thick, heavy voice comes into my ear.
“You finally came all the way here.”
A man sitting on a throne.
A man who strangely resembles Arthur Gunnar.
It was Philip Tulcan, as seen in the portrait, but he shook his head.
No, not this one.
I took a step.
I walked towards the one sitting on the throne. Philip Tulkarn was still sitting on the throne and looking at me. When I reached him, his expression did not change.
Then the bastard’s fingers snap.
With a whoosh, the familiar, gloomy and dirty aura of Iskandar rushes in.
I ignored it and just reached out.
Kwak-!
I caught Philip’s neck in my hands, and at the same time Iskandar’s energy disappeared.
“Ugh-!”
Philip screams.
I still looked down at the bastard.
“I thought so because you used black magic.”
“Let go of this…!”
Well, why did I let this go? I ignored it and continued talking.
“How could Philip, who suffers from vascular fibrosis and is suffering from a chronic disease, use black magic? I could tell for sure from the energy I felt. It must be Iskandar. But it’s not.”
He lifted the bastard up, holding him by the neck.
Let’s press the bastard’s face with the other hand.
Swish, squeak.
A strange sound rings out.
This is the sound of mana being removed and mana being broken.
Philip Tulcan was not present in this place.
A man with an ugly face.
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I was holding in my hand a man who looked like a chimera, with dragon skin and human skin combined.
This kid knows too.
“Duke Hell, right?”
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The guy answered with his eyes.
That’s right. He said he was Duke Hell.
Oh my gosh.
I burst out laughing.
Because it was a situation where I couldn’t help but laugh.
There is no Iskandar.
It’s gone.
* * *
Iskandar was dreaming.
A kind of lucid dream. Or perhaps something a level higher than that.
Iskandar’s eyes see the world tinted in gray.
Besides, everything around there was in ruins.
Two men were fighting in a place where there was only a trace of what was supposed to be a building.
The two men, who looked strangely similar but also not similar, fought fiercely.
Dodge, hit, beat, and the aftermath causes the surroundings to crumble.
A nearby mountain collapsed, the ground cracked, and an earthquake occurred.
A tsunami arose and covered the surrounding area.
The two men were really fierce.
But Iskandar knows.
It may look fierce, but the winner has already been decided.
Because.
Three times already, no, four times already up to this moment.
A long sword held in the hand of one of the two men appeared as if nailed into Iskandar’s sight.
A very long sword.
Iskandar knows that sword.
Because it is a sword that has been called by many names. At least as far as Iskandar knows, it is the most famous sword in the world.
Ghost Name, Black Sky Sword, Heavenly Demon Sword, Heavenly Demon Sword, Heavenly Demon God Sword, Heavenly Demon God Sword.
There was no one who did not know the name of that sword. Without exaggeration, everyone on the continent knew the name of that sword. And the owner of that sword knew it too.
Iskandar was killed by that guy. Yes, that guy.
잭 발란티에, 갈아 마셔도 시원찮을 개새끼, 그놈한테 죽었다.
The Heavenly Horse Sword cuts through the air.
Arthur Gunnar’s head was blown off while fighting Jack. It regenerated in an instant.
Jack kicks the seat. A black afterimage appears in the air.
Crunch.
Arthur Gunnar’s body split in half. Another rustle.
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Then rustle, rustle, rustle.
They kept cutting down. Arthur Gunnar kept regenerating and Jack Valantier kept cutting down.
The power of regeneration gradually weakens. Arthur Gunnar is pushed back. Jack Valantie, on the other hand, is not tired.
It was amazing.
Phew.
Jack’s sword plunged into Arthur Gunnar’s heart. Space distorted, albeit belatedly. It compressed and burst. Arthur Gunnar’s body exploded all at once.
And then, slowly, it started playing. It was fast, but it definitely slowed down. Too slow.
Jack’s other hand reached out and grabbed Arthur Gunnar’s head. With a jerk, it was pulled out. The light faded from Arthur Gunnar’s eyes.
With a bang, the Heavenly Horse Sword burst Arthur Gunnar’s heart. Arthur Gunnar, with only his neck remaining, said something.
No sound was heard.
But I could understand what he meant.
Arthur Gunnar was speaking, because he could guess just by the shape of his mouth.
Please save me, please save me.
What happened next was amazing.
Because Jack chewed off Arthur Gunnar’s head.
So Arthur Gunnar died. Jack Valantier was the victor. The undefeated swordsman.
The ruler of mana, the ruler of the continent, he lived up to his nickname. He lived up to it.
His eyes slowly roll back.
Iskandar felt that their eyes had met.
Jack Valantier’s blackened eyes.
Iskandar gulped as he looked into the black eyes that were proof of his status as a Death Knight.
My hands were shaking even though I didn’t mean to.
My body seemed to be shaking too.
This is a situation I’ve experienced more than three times already.
I saw this moment every time I slept. It’s the same now. It’s just a dream. It’s just a fragment of memory.
Jack did not avert his eyes, and Iskandar could not avert his eyes.
There was a stark difference between not doing something and not being able to do it.
Iskandar really couldn’t avoid it. It was like a lucid dream, so he could look around by moving his gaze.
But that was impossible. I was overwhelmed by that one look. I was crushed by the atmosphere. I was devoured.
It was a fragment of memory, but I was scared.
I couldn’t help but admit it. I was scared.
The power of the man Iskandar knew was not to that extent. That was too much.
A being that you wouldn’t even dare to think of fighting.
The true ruler.
The world became dark and gray like that.
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Iskandar’s brow furrows as he wakes up from his dream.
The rumbling stomach was bothering me, but that wasn’t all. The feeling I had in my dream just now still lingers.
That was the reason why I couldn’t help but frown.
I felt really dirty.
Even while running away, it was dirty. It was annoying and disgusting. I must not face that guy. If I face that power, I will definitely die. It was as if it was inevitable.
I have to go to the Eastern Continent. I have to go there and find a way to kill that guy.
I got up from bed.
First, the ‘rocking boat’ had to be calmed down.
* * *
There are ranks for ships. Generally, a large battleship with over 100 cannons, which is what most people would think of, is called a first-rate ship. The ship Beckerman was currently on was not one that could be described as such.
Because Iskandar had prepared the ship in great secrecy.
An existing first-class ship was remodeled.
All the cannons were discarded, the floor was leveled, and a reinforced magic circle was carved into it, as well as high-level magic that could force the flow of the Black Sea air. It was a ship that had been modified for transport purposes, not combat.
As a side note, more than 30% of the members of Iskandar’s private organization, ‘Yaksha’, were involved in remodeling this ship.
The name of the ship is Eden.
It’s a shame, but there were no sailors. They were all killed.
In order to keep the secret, he killed everyone who knew anything about the fact that his magical communications were being bugged.
It’s a new thing, but those who reach the level of Red Master are good at whatever they do.
Things that would normally take several days for a normal person can be done in a matter of hours by the Red Master.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t know how to steer a ship. You can become a skilled sailor in one day.
The same goes for building a ship. What would normally take dozens of days can be completed in a matter of days with the help of the Red Master. Here, Beckerman was a little impressed.
This Eden was a ship that could be pulled by even a basic sailor.
In other words, Iskandar had been thinking about this plan for a long time.
The situation was simple: the Eden was sailing with her sails spread, and her skipper was Heynckes Beckermann.
His expression was as usual. His characteristic blank expression.
But the atmosphere was different. It was a very subdued atmosphere.
It was an atmosphere that could be seen as gloomy in some ways. And it was understandable.
Honestly, aside from admiring Iskandar for preparing such a plan, I didn’t understand it.
To be more specific, I was annoyed. I was also frustrated.
But that was it.
It would have been okay if Iskandar had sacrificed millions of people to save himself, and even if he had abandoned the country itself.
Even if I didn’t like it, I had no intention of showing my feelings or revealing my thoughts.
Because I decided to serve you. Because I swore loyalty to you.
Just act and carry out orders, no matter what the lord’s will is.
That is the Emperor’s sword. That is what the Emperor’s sword, who has sworn allegiance, should be like.
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That’s loyalty.
The tightly clenched fist slowly releases.
