… … Why did we end up fighting like this?
It feels like we suddenly met and started fighting to the death for no reason.
Was it simply an incident that occurred because he was trying not to give in to a fight for momentum, or was it more like an accident that occurred because of a man’s pride?
So in the end.
‘It’s all that kid’s fault.’
Lee Han glared at the guy fiercely, and the other person did the same.
The face of the man who took off his black robe had an appearance that reminded me of a nobleman.
A scar on one side of his cheek tells of a rough life he has lived, and a face that somehow arouses sympathy from women, and one that women seem to approach first.
… That makes me dislike it even more.
Lee Han growled, and his opponent growled even more.
It’s not like they’re dogs, so you might wonder why, but since they already hate each other, it’s natural for them to glare at each other so as not to give in.
Lee Han and Lark glared at each other again, their fighting spirits heightened, and they took stances ready to reach out at any moment.
This time, it’s not just a fist fight, but a full-scale commitment to take up arms and go for it… .
[Stop, how much more do I have to say?]
“… … .”
“…sorry.”
[Whew, so that’s what knights are.]
The rebuke from an overwhelming authority was enough to silence their fighting spirit.
“…His Royal Highness the Duke of Blake.”
[I’m finally getting to greet you. I didn’t know the silver lion’s head would become so stiff.]
“I will take that as a compliment. Thank you.”
[… Correction, you seem to be the only one being stiff.]
“Me? My neck is flexible….”
[… … .]
“You commoner! How dare you speak to His Majesty!”
“You said it nicely, what.”
“Inooooohh!”
It looked like another fight was about to break out, but fortunately this time the men in black grabbed Lark first and prevented him from moving.
Lee Han snickered at Lark, who couldn’t even speak, and Lark ground his teeth.
[… My head hurts.]
The peacock frowned.
* * *
There was a man in the mirror.
A mysterious mirror that is not intended to reflect anyone, but to reflect the face of another person from afar.
A mysterious treasure that is said to be created with miraculous probability and can only be created by a very small number of wizards.
Artifact.
Maybe that’s an artifact.
If you just consider the price, it’s comparable to a castle.
Only a very small number of people in the kingdom have the wealth and power to possess such artifacts.
And now, Lee Han was facing one of those few wealthy and powerful people right in front of him.
… But didn’t you clearly say you were in your 60s?
What is that?
‘Would you believe me if I told you you were younger than me?’
Lee Han looked at the other person with fear in another sense, and the other person, unaware of this fear, slowly opened his mouth.
[First of all, let me apologize before we begin the conversation. We were the ones who disturbed your peace first.]
“Your Majesty…! How can you say such embarrassing things to a commoner! You must not do that.”
[I guess I’ll have to admit what I have to admit.]
One of the pinnacles of power in the Kingdom of Pendragon.
The master of Galahad at the time, who had the power to proudly proclaim the title of Duke, rather than just the title of Duke.
It would be wrong for such a person to willingly show ‘apology’ to a knight of lowly origin.
Before common sense, it’s a question of authority and status.
The nobility of royalty has always been supposed to be lofty and absolute.
however
[Okay. How can expressing regret be considered a flaw?]
Duke Blake waved his hand as if such remarks were nothing special, and instead scolded them.
Stop doing embarrassing things.
But looking at this.
“Your Majesty, how can you be so generous…!”
“Khuuuuk! As expected, you are right.”
“Yes, authority is established simply by the presence of Your Majesty, the Great One…!”
[…ha.]
They were excessive, no, they were like a group that worshipped some new religion. The duke’s sigh grew longer.
Just as excessive loyalty isn’t always a good thing.
… Looking at this, Lee Han made a mysterious expression.
‘That’s [that psychopathic murderer]? … No, he’s completely normal.’
Well, there is a tone of speech that is obviously condescending. That is something of a passive trait of noble families.
So there’s nothing to be upset about.
But, looking at such a ‘common sense’, I feel somewhat uncomfortable.
Isn’t that person not a maniac? Or is he just an ordinary nobleman?
In Lee Han’s sense, doubts arose as to whether the author was really the Duke of Blake.
[-There is no doubt about it. I am the Duke Blake you know.]
“I, I didn’t say anything.”
He made a sharp and non-excuseful excuse, but how could he avoid the eyes of a person who has only been involved in politics his entire life?
He laughed.
[You can’t hide your blasphemous gaze. You must have heard the rumors about me, so you probably know that I am a mad, psychotic person.]
“Hmm….”
Are you saying this out loud?
Lee Han was completely sure of it now.
Duke Blake is not mentally ill.
At least for now.
On the contrary, the author is more of a sensible [His Highness the Duke] than expected, and also shows some aspects of a great man.
If the meeting had not taken place in this situation, Lee Han would have respected the other person more.
Because he seemed like a pretty decent person.
‘Oh, is this it?’
A typical cliché found in romance novels.
The duke or grand duke and the emperor who heard the sound of monsters suddenly become normal people when they find the female protagonist.
‘What, is that so?’
Lee Han had that thought for a moment.
[Are you having blasphemous thoughts again?]
“… No. I was just thinking that I shouldn’t believe rumors.”
[Seeing you say that so openly makes me think that the Duke’s reputation has fallen to the ground.]
“Please be generous, Your Majesty.”
[… Looking at it this way, it seems like he’s a traitor again.]
It was Yihan who bowed his back deeply, and Duke Blake was no longer angry.
No, I guess he decided it wasn’t worth getting angry about.
Well, from that gentleman’s perspective, his own life would be like a piece of grass.
‘It’s better.’
It’s surprisingly easy to deal with people who only look down on you.
Because I don’t want my hands to get dirty.
That is, it is not difficult to get out of sight as soon as interest wanes.
[-I hope you don’t misunderstand. I don’t take you lightly, Silver Lion’s Sleeping Dragon.]
“… … .”
[I heard that there was a demoted knight among those who taught my precious adopted daughter, so I looked into it. At first, there was very little information about you, but through those who were planted in the royal family, I was able to learn a little about you.]
“Can I say something like that out loud?”
Is it really that easy to reveal that a concubine was planted in the royal family?
Whether he thought it was ridiculous or not, Duke Blake continued.
As if the matter I am about to tell you is more serious than the splinter I planted.
As expected.
[During the war with Britain, there was a particularly fierce ‘100-day battle’ where the Pendragons were able to secure a decisive victory, and there was a situation where the lives of all soldiers were in danger. But in that dangerous situation, there was an unnamed soldier who saved over 1,257 soldiers.]
“… … .”
[Also, I heard that when Britain’s assassination squad moved to kill the child, there was a soldier who protected the child, and that the hero who saved countless soldiers and the benefactor who saved the child were the same person.]
“… … .”
[It is said that the soldier caught the eye of Sir Baltar and became a full-fledged knight without even going through the apprenticeship. Furthermore, it is said that he was the only one receiving instruction from Sir Baltar, who was famous for not having any disciples.]
“Who was taught by that guy? He’s always busy getting beaten up!”
I couldn’t help but get upset at this part.
Guidance?!
Don’t make me laugh.
All I learned from that guy was how to hit harder and how to increase the size of your chin.
Lee Han gritted his teeth, not forgetting the grudge that had forced him into the Knights Templar, but the Duke’s reaction was strange.
[Hmm, why are you overreacting? I’m just talking about ‘a certain unnamed soldier.’]
“…Please stop joking around.”
[No, the most important part is still left. In addition, it is said that the nameless soldier has eliminated 15 ‘big-time slave traders’ and 29 notorious ‘illegal magicians’ since becoming a knight. He must be truly amazing to have accomplished things on his own that even the royal forces might not have been able to do.]
“… Is there any evidence that the unknown soldier did it? It seems more likely that it was a rumor.”
[This is not a rumor. This information was obtained by finding those who were saved by the slave trade and those who were tortured as test subjects by illegal magicians.]
“… … .”
[If you have power, money, and talented people, you can easily verify the truth of the information. Remember, you knight who hides the fact that you are a hero .]
“…Fuck.”
Monkey on Buddha’s palm.
His own situation suddenly came to mind, and Lee Han lowered his head.
… As expected, I don’t like those in power.
* * *
The Duke and all of Galahad’s forces withdrew.
I don’t know why.
Although it was clear that there was more to talk about, Duke Blake smiled meaningfully and leisurely withdrew his troops.
As if I had already roughly guessed the situation just by talking to him.
It seems like all my questions have been answered.
… … He still has a lot of questions.
Well, I guess that means it’s not important to him.
‘really.’
─I feel dirty.
It’s clear that he should be happy that an overwhelmingly strong person who could kill him has returned, but he’s not happy at all.
On the contrary, it was indescribably unpleasant to have my lifeline passed through someone’s hands.
I realize this anew.
He still is.
“You’re weak, so fucking weak.”
I thought it was better than my previous life.
It’s still just a life that’s being tossed around.
Sway.
Lee Han staggered.
Although he tried not to show it, his body was not normal either.
It was a filthy, painful, and ugly injury that wouldn’t heal.
That little shit’s fist is dirty.
It’s the greatest compliment to the recipient, and the worst to the recipient.
But what makes him sad is more than the pain.
“…It’s not like I’m giving you a bottle or medicine.”
Lee Han looked at the bottle of medicine in his hand.
It’s a potion.
It wasn’t a low-level potion that alchemists often make, but a top-level potion made from the lifeblood of a troll.
Did you say it was 50% pure?
“… … .”
If it had been normal, he would have happily accepted it, but Lee Han couldn’t help but furrow his brows.
Feeling like someone is playing a prank on you.
Because it’s just unpleasant to know that there’s someone who knows every single thing about you.
……still.
Gulp, gulp!
Lee Han had absolutely no intention of continuing to harbor feelings of discomfort.
He drank the potion.
And he made a promise.
‘I haven’t given up yet.’
It’s not the strong one who wins.
The one who survives till the end, the one who is ‘happy’, wins.
Lee Han made his pledge again.
I hope you’ll be happy.
……certainly.
