The Indomitable Martial King Chapter 128

“Yes.”

“What… … .”

Wow. Are you saying that flicking a knife with bare skin feels more friendly than killing someone with magic? No matter how much I think about it, this is more absurd, right?

“People feel that way.”

Repenhardt slumped his shoulders at Siris’s assertive words. He just kept thinking that even though he knew the human mind, he didn’t know.

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‘So, I was skeptical and gave it a try… … .’

Reppenhardt approached the bottom of the castle gate and smiled bitterly as he looked up at the castle.

‘The reactions are really different.’

In his past life, he would cover himself with all kinds of protective magic, fly to the castle wall, and destroy it with the 8-circle destruction spell Arcane Blaster. And each time, not only the enemy but also the allies under his command were terrified by the sight of him facing the castle alone.

What I am doing now is almost the same. However, when you do the same thing as an Auror, the reaction from your allies, not to mention your enemies, is very favorable. Although he could see awe and respect in the eyes of his allies cheering him on, he did not show much fear or avoidance.

‘Well, the result was good, so it’s okay.’

Shrugging his shoulders, Reppenhardt knocked on the gate. It was definitely a gate that protected the royal castle. The height alone reaches 10 meters and the thickness is so enormous that even a battering ram would take a long time to destroy.

“Okay then!”

Smirking, Reppenhardt bent his knees and pulled back his fist. And then he let out his cry and stretched out.

“Calamity Horn!”

The golden aura condenses into one point, creating four ripples. One after another, the ripples appeared like the tip of a fist, turning into a huge horn of light and hitting the castle gate.

Kwaaaaang!

Not only the castle gate, but also the castle connected to the gate, the bastions and sentries above it, and the entire large building were completely blown away. Prince Yubel shouted with excitement in front of the feat that shook the entire castle.

“All troops! Charge! Defeat the traitor!”

“Waaaa!”

5

Prince Yubel’s army marched towards the capital like a wave of water. With six, or now seven, Auror users at the forefront, they quickly pushed back the castle’s defense force. However, the resistance of the Karsas army was not easy. Even though the war was clearly lost, the knights loyal to Karsas threw their lives into the rays of hopeless destruction.

“Prove our loyalty!”

“I will die like a knight!”

“Long live Karsas!”

The knights of Karsas gallantly rushed forward, disregarding their lives. Battles took place throughout the capital. The knights fought valiantly, paralyzing fear with knightly loyalty. He even attacked Auror users without hesitation.

“My king! “Please make your will come true!”

A knight yells as he stabs his spear at Kalken, who is riding a direwolf. Of course, no matter how great your courage is, it is useless in the face of absolute power. A green flash flashes, and immediately the upper and lower bodies separate, spilling blood.

“Kaaaaak!”

Screams and cries erupted from all over the castle. A waterfall of fresh blood flows over a classically decorated terrace, and human flesh adds color to a beautifully blooming flower garden. Leppenhardt, who was running in the lead, shouted.

“Win or lose has already been decided! “Stop futile resistance and preserve life!”

He shouted in hopes of somehow reducing the damage on both sides, but these words had no effect at all on the knights who had already prepared themselves for death. The knights rushed towards Repenhardt with their eyes turning red.

“For the true king!”

“I will die here with honor!”

Two knights ride horses and stab Reppenhardt with spears. The momentum of the horse running and the power of the spear thrust together create great power. Reppenhardt clicked his tongue and launched himself towards them.

“Fools!”

Two spears pierced Reppenhardt’s body. Of course, there was no way that a spear without even an aura could hurt his body, which was defended by an aura. The spear broke and the knights groaned in pain from the recoil. Reppenhardt stretched out both hands and grabbed each of his horses by the neck. Then he burst into spirit and rotated his body.

“Haaaab!”

The horse flew through the sky.

He grabbed the horse by the neck and threw it away. Floating into the air, the horses blinked their bright eyes.

Hehe?

Heehee?

“Ugh!”

The knights screamed and fell from their horses in the air. Ignoring the falling knights, Reppenhardt quickly used his body to catch the falling horses.

“Ugh! There is no need to kill innocent horses.”

This may be the first time that a subject born from words is held in the arms of a human being. As the courser struggled and made a fuss, Leffenhardt calmly let the horse go. Bewildered, the coursers began to run away here and there.

Heehee!

For some reason, it feels like criticism is mixed with the horse’s neighing. Repenhardt chuckled and looked at the other knights. They, who had been running bravely just a moment ago, were slowly retreating back.

“Ugh, that monster… … .”

“How can you show such strength… … .”

No matter how much you disregard life, you can’t help but feel instinctive fear in front of that ignorant, monstrous force that throws away every word. Moreover, looking at the knights who had left, they looked truly sad. Everyone was lying face down with their butts in the ground, but from the perspective of a knight who usually values ​​honor, it was a posture he really wanted to avoid.

“shit! “I don’t want to be treated like that!”

If I’m going to die fighting, I want to die gracefully and like a knight. The knights began to run away one by one. Laughing, Leffenhardt shouted again.

“Everyone surrender!”

Prince Yubel’s army quickly occupied various parts of the castle. The Karsas army also fought bravely, but the difference in power was too great. Eventually, one by one, the defenders threw away their weapons as a sign of surrender. While the heterogeneous Auror users were suppressing the royal castle, Prince Yubel raced through the palace in search of Prince Karsas. The dwarven maidens Finia and Leffenhardt and several nobles followed.

Eventually they arrived at a huge hall. In the center of the hall, where the brilliant afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows, a man stood alone, heavily armed.

Prince Yubel shouted at him.

“Now it’s all over! Karsas!”

Karsas also looked at Yubel and smiled helplessly.

“It’s been a while, Yubel.”

Two men seeking the throne met each other in the sacred hall where the throne was decided.

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Brastina, the sacred hall where coronation ceremonies take place.

In the middle of the huge pure white marble building, Karsas stood alone. It was a truly contrasting appearance to Yubel accompanied by Reppenhardt, Siris, Russ, and numerous subordinates.

Wearing a pure white cloak, Karsas looked at the audience with indifferent eyes. Even though he lost everything, he was never frustrated or despairing, and the way he resolutely welcomed Yubel and his group showed the spirit of a king.

Repenhardt suddenly smiled bitterly. It was a somewhat familiar sight.

‘Did I have that kind of expression too?’

It reminded me of myself when I was preparing for the end in the hall of the abyss. Although the future has now disappeared, the despair and frustration of that time can still be felt as vividly as reality. Now, as I stand on the other side and look at the person with that expression, it feels really strange.

Prince Yubel looked around and asked curiously.

“Where are the others, Karsas?”

Karsas answered calmly.

“You can’t destroy a family. “My father and grandfather evacuated to the back road in advance.”

Although the resistance was somewhat weak, it seemed that most of the nobles on the Karsas side had already left the royal capital, Krotin, through the north gate. Count Peonin snorted.

“Hmph, I was branded a traitor anyway! Do you think there will be land in this kingdom for them to set foot on?”

This war is not a simple territorial war or a power struggle. In a war for the throne, the loser becomes a traitor and three generations are wiped out. In particular, the Duke of Fernando and the Marquis of Brozen are the two largest noble families that support Karsas, and the only fate they will face is destruction. They have no future in this Kingdom of Crovence.

Karsas laughed weakly.

“I guess so. So, both of them led the gasols and headed to the Principality of Chatan. You will lose all your former power, but your family will be preserved. “That is enough.”

Count Peonin frowned.

“Did he eventually run away to the Principality of Chatan?”

The Principality of Chatan, which values ​​gold as the highest value, has long been willing to accept any refugee as long as they pay a large sum of money. And once accepted, they were protected from any pressure from other countries. The most famous example is Lord Lantas, the legendary perverted Auror user of the Teikan Kingdom. The Principality of Chatan is a place where even an ugly rapist and murderer who killed hundreds of children and escaped will be accepted as long as he gets money.

Thanks to this, it received countless moral criticism from numerous intellectuals on the continent, but despite this, the Principality of Chatan steadfastly adhered to that policy. The revenue the Principality of Chatan receives each time it receives a refugee is close to the annual budget of a fairly small country. And there is no country without political strife. For the Principality of Chatan, exiles are valuable potential customers.

If you abandon the exiles even once, you will miss out on future profits, so it was obvious that no matter how much trouble the Kingdom of Crovence made, they would not give them up.

“Well, it was expected anyway, so it’s not a big surprise.”

Yubel was taken aback for a moment, but soon regained his calm expression. She then tilted her head.

“Then why didn’t you come with me, Karsas?”

“Why do you think this is, Prince Yubel?”

Karsas looked at Yubel with a slight sneer. Yubel blinked her eyes and answered.

“Right. “You two wouldn’t know it, but if you go to the Principality of Chatan, a war between countries would break out.”

As for Duke Fernando and the Marquis of Brozen, there isn’t much of a problem. These are people who have already lost all power and cause. It is enough to simply send a letter of protest to the Principality of Chatan and apply diplomatic pressure. There is no justification for the Principality of Chatan to use them to do anything to the Kingdom of Crovence.

But Karsas is a different story. He has the same level of succession to the throne as Yubel. Just because he lost the war doesn’t mean his lineage changes. I could clearly guess what would happen if Karsas went into exile in the Principality of Chatan.

If the Kingdom of Crovence were stronger than the Duchy of Chatan, they would refuse asylum. However, the Kingdom of Crovence is now devastated by a long civil war and a major famine. If the Principality of Chatan, under the name of Karsas, attacks, there is absolutely no power to stop it.

The Kingdom of Crovence will become a vassal of the Principality of Chatan, and Karsas will become a puppet king and have his hands and feet cut off. Then, all that remains are the poor people suffering from the exploitation of other countries.

Yubel clicked his tongue.

“… … “I would rather die here than become a puppet king.”

Karsas was more worried about the people of the kingdom than his own life. Even though it is an enemy, it is an attitude that cannot help but become solemn.

Karsas looked at Yubel with slightly surprised eyes.

“Contrary to what I heard, you are quite thoughtful, Prince Yubel.”

I heard he was a libertine, but his face looked like he had no idea he would even think this far. Yubel responded with her wry smile.

“Then I will finish everything as you wish.”

Karsas drew his sword. And he shouted with arrogant eyes:

“Now, who will cut off my head?”

Prince Yubel’s knights all brightened their eyes. Decapitating Karsas is the biggest major challenge in this war. Moreover, Karsas is a famous knight, and if you win a one-on-one battle with him, honor and wealth are guaranteed. He looked at Prince Yubel, expecting the knights who were confident in their martial arts to call him by his name.

At that time, Yubel took a step forward holding his sword.

“My cousin brother.”

Then he took a stance and spoke in a serious voice.

“You may be a traitor, but you also have the blood of a king. I will personally take your life.”

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The nobles and knights under Yubel all looked at Yubel with puzzled expressions. He couldn’t help but believe his ears for a moment.

Are you saying that ‘Yubel’ is going to face the sword directly with that ‘Karsas’? Are you going to fight a knight of knights who has fought countless battles while living with a dwarf maiden? No, rather, does Prince Yubel even know how to use a sword?

Count Peonin shouted in surprise at his grandson.

“Yu, Prince Yubel? “What are you talking about?”

Reppenhardt also hurriedly approached Yubel. He had intended to just watch the situation, but as it happened, he had no choice but to intervene. Leppenhardt whispered softly as he got closer.

“It’s dangerous. If something happens to Prince Yubel here, wouldn’t everything be in vain? A true king stays away from danger!”

That’s what he said, but the content inside was completely different.

Are you crazy? You’ve been on a roll now, and you think it’s all thanks to you? Not being able to understand the topic is also a problem!

At that time, Yubel grinned and responded softly.

“I know.”

“yes?”