The Regressed Son of a Duke is an Assassin Chapter 200

Episode 200. Secret Whispers (2)

It’s been several hours already.

All I did during that time was stare at the main body of the magic sword lying on the table.

I can’t even feel any energy, let alone speak.

There’s really no reaction in a situation where I know clearly what I’m going to do next.

Normally, I would have had to flick it like this and it would have passed like water, saying it was my favorite sword.

It’s a little different this time.

I feel like I am once again experiencing a sense of distance from her that I have never felt before.

“This is surprising!”

Same as yesterday.

A retired driver with a smile on his face sat down in front of me.

“I never thought you would come and wait for me first!”

Unlike him, who seemed quite happy to see me, my face never relaxed.

“Did your conversation with that magic sword girl end well?”

Of course I didn’t answer.

While waiting for an answer, he noticed the main body of the magic sword placed carelessly on the table and cleared his throat in discomfort.

“It’s okay! Isn’t it originally said that a woman’s heart is like a reed? “After being swayed here and there, it comes back!”

“Why don’t you just skip the nonsense and just get to the point?”

Contrary to my expectations, Jereon shrugged his shoulders and showed a questionable reaction.

“story? “What are you talking about?”

“Weren’t you trying to tell us about the book’s author, Dio Harpenkus?”

“Oh, right! “I was going to tell you that out of kindness, right?”

The moment his mean eyes full of goongkkung met me. A cold energy welled up from within and enveloped my entire body.

“But back then, our conditions weren’t right, so I just tried to accommodate them. Isn’t the situation different now?”

“What do you mean?”

“Now it’s time for you to show me kindness.”

I was so dumbfounded that the corner of my mouth twitched a couple of times.

“Hey old man. “Are you now struggling to shorten the rest of your life?”

“If you don’t really want to listen to the story, that’s okay. But I don’t really want to recommend it. “I proudly told my subordinates before coming here.”

Jereon looked at me with the confidence in the world.

“If I don’t return by sunset today, send a telegram to the Knights of Light immediately. “A true follower of the fog has kidnapped me, so hurry up and come save me!”

He is a very treacherous old man.

That doesn’t mean I would blink an eye, though.

“You can tell what kind of personality a person like you is just by looking at their eyes. He must be the type of person who really hates being involved in troublesome matters. “Isn’t that right?”

I got it right.

Whether the Knights of Light or the Legion of Light comes, from my perspective, wiping them all out is enough.

If something happens, I have the confidence to resolve it faster than anyone else.

the problem is,

“Did you get to the position of leader with that treacherous tongue?”

“It’s true that it helped to some extent.”

I can’t deny what that old man said.

If you get information out of nowhere and kill them, you won’t know right away, but it will be more troublesome later on.

I don’t really want to do that.

“My doctor hasn’t changed. “It’s just a matter of exchanging information for each other!”

“You mean about the real followers of the fog?”

“It was like that until yesterday, but today things have changed a little. “What I want to know is you, not the follower of the fog!”

I looked at him with a stern gaze without saying anything.

With some contempt.

“Wow, your expression is scary. Now that it has been revealed that you are the master of the magic sword, isn’t it also revealed that you are the mastermind behind what happened seven years ago? So what do we have to hide from each other now? “I promise that I will risk my entire life and never reveal the story I shared with you anywhere else.”

He suddenly pulled out a sword from his belt and cast the knight’s oath.

I let out a sigh as I looked at the ceiling, determined to let everything happen.

“Well then, since we seem to have reached a rough agreement, I will leave you to tell me what you are curious about. “You must be curious about the name Dio Harpenkus, right?”

Instead of answering with silence.

“I’ll explain it briefly in one line first. Harpenkus is the name of a family that followed the Black Mist in the old days.”

It only took a moment for that indifference to break.

what? Follower of the Black Mist?

Jereon continued speaking without paying attention, as if he had anticipated my reaction.

“Was it about 30 years ago? When I was just appointed as the leader of the Knights of Light, I had a private meeting with Saint Nephrodite. Then she suddenly asked. “Do you know why we need to clear the fog?”

It was a bit of a riddle.

“In answer to that question, she told me about the Harpenkers family. ah! I need to tell you this story first. The saint of the Knights of Light you know. actually… … .”

“A white elf?”

His triumphant face momentarily contorted into embarrassment.

“Oh, did you know?”

“Just keep talking.”

Jereon continued speaking with a puzzled look in his eyes.

“Haven’t you thought about it at least once if you were a follower of the God of Black Mist? “Why are followers of the fog bound to be ostracized in this land?”

If I had to answer, it would be because of the tricks of those who wanted to protect the existing order.

By some people related to me, including that saint.

“The woman said. She said because there is a precedent. The follower of the fog explained that he was the source of all evil that not only shattered the peace of the old world, but also caused even gods to bleed. He also said that he was a living witness who had seen that history as a messenger who heard the voice of the God of Light.”

It is the source of all evil.

A small question arose as to whether this was actually viewed from the winner’s perspective.

It might not mean much, though.

“What can we know if we didn’t live in that era? But you can probably at least make a guess. “The author of this book, Dio Harfencus, is related to the followers of the Black Mist before you.”

Jereon leaned back and closed his mouth, as if that was all he could say.

Harpenkers, a family known to have followed the Black Fog in the old days.

Kayram reacted sensitively to the name Harpenkus.

As if I shouldn’t know.

[It was probably just around this time. That bastard too… … .]

Is it related to that bastard that Kayram told me about?

In that case, that Dio guy had Cairam before me… … .

“Je, Jereon!!”

My eyes suddenly squinted at the urgent call that broke me out of my arduous thoughts.

A middle-aged man who appeared to be the old man’s subordinate hurriedly came up from the first floor and approached us.

“Didn’t I tell you to wait outside my bar?”

“S-sorry! But I have something urgent to say… … !”

The man seemed to notice me, and then whispered something into Jereon’s ear as if telling a secret.

The moment I closed my eyes with the intention of turning off my mind and just thinking about myself,

-bang!

Jereon, who had been silent, violently kicked out of his seat and stood up.

“The saint is dead?”

* * *

Fake smiles towards each other, and a solemn atmosphere between them.

Even though he didn’t know when the blade in his sleeve would reach his neck, Boris’s face was extremely calm.

“There are drivers outside. “If you kill me now, you won’t be able to get out of here comfortably, right?”

“Don’t you know yet that I don’t care about that kind of thing?”

“You may not know, but shouldn’t you be concerned about what happens to your successor in the future?”

“Don’t make fun of your mouth. Then, I might explode to the point where even the successor won’t care.”

Silica, hiding the blade in her sleeve, sat down again.

As if nothing had happened, his face had returned to its previous gentle appearance.

“You probably didn’t know that I was in the imperial castle, right?”

“You don’t know that I saved your life many times, right? You behaved pretty well, didn’t you? “I think you’re not only talented at magic, but also at tightrope walking.”

Silica had known for quite some time that Boris was residing in the imperial castle.

From then on, agents were assigned to monitor his movements, but for some reason, Boris did not reveal any facts about Xian or Mist.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible for her to even set foot in the imperial castle as the eldest daughter of the Nigriti family in the first place.

“It must not have been easy to turn an incompetent princess into a competent puppet princess, but would you have made a name for yourself if you had stayed at the academy?”

“You’re talking about big trouble. I just gave you direction. “The princess accomplished all of this on her own.”

Boris’s eyes immediately turned to the black book on the table.

“People’s thoughts are honest. I’m more interested in seeing something once than hearing it a hundred times. Since that day seven years ago, she has had doubts about the princess. “Is the Black Fog truly evil enough to destroy our order?”

“So, did you at least tell us the truth?”

“I just told you how to find out the truth.”

Boris continued speaking with triumphant eyes.

“It’s simple. All you have to do is give strength to something. When all things have power, their hidden nature is revealed. Would it be any different for you?”

“… … !”

The moment when the pieces of speculation scattered around in my head were connected into one.

Silica’s pupils soon began to flutter violently.

“What are you planning?”

“Nothing special. “I just want to give you strength.”

Boris picked up the book and held it out to her as if showing off.

“Dio Harpenkus. There is no way you, who currently serve the God of Black Mist, would not know this name. Soon, people on the continent will come to realize the doctrines written in this book. The fog is actually not that bad… … .”

“Are you confident you can handle it? “Do you know what we will do with those followers?”

“Do whatever you want. “I hope you will do everything you can.”

Scilica thought to herself.

There must be a reason why this man, who is so annoying to chew on, keeps talking about their plans to himself.

Otherwise, I couldn’t have shown such a confident attitude.

“Rest assured. The princess still doesn’t know that Sirika is the head of the Mist. You probably think that we will discuss together with me the direction we want to take after the disbandment of the Knights of Light. Well, it actually does that.”

There is no way they will just leave the vacuum that will be created by disbanding the Knights of Light.

Silica did not know that they would fill the empty space and pursue a new plan.

“I think we need to move forward.”

However, he did not show it and immediately spoke with a relaxed smile.

“I’m talking about the day when your proud face will be distorted like crumpled trash. “We also need to move forward with our plans.”

“I’m looking forward to that. “I’m really looking forward to seeing whose face will be distorted first.”

With those words, Scilica stood up and went outside.

Boris, who was left alone, looked up at the ceiling and muttered softly.

“It won’t be long. The day when a new era arrives. Just like back then… … .”

(Continued in the next part)

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