“It’s a bit funny to think that heaven is on our side when we’ve come this far.”
“I know.”
“Duke Brudel probably revealed his identity because he thought we would trust him, right?”
Duke Cissena, who almost brought the empire to hell by spreading the violet disease, was a celestial ally, and Duke Bruedel, who eventually revealed himself to be an celestial, was also a celestial ally.
Of course, there is a possibility that Duke Bruedel moved alone, or that the angel who was attached to Duke Cissena had other thoughts on his own… … .
‘Anyway, just because it’s an angel doesn’t mean we can be sure that it’s on our side.’
“Duke Cissena is also funny. He said he thought of spreading a plague in the empire because it was the angel’s will. Are you sane?”
“If all the citizens of the empire die, there will be no empire. You are a fool who does not even know that simple principle.”
“There are degrees of foolishness. Is it really that good to be emperor?”
At first glance, Duke Cissena, who I saw in passing, looked much older than our count, and it seemed like he would die within the next ten years.
The situation was too great to have caused all this for ten years just to listen to what the Emperor had to say.
Klaus smiled bitterly at my expression of disbelief.
“It would have been nice if Duke Cissena had at least as much intelligence left as the Lady.”
“If you’re not smarter than me, you’re almost like a goldfish.”
Even goldfish don’t attack people who feed them, but the fact that they were planning to exterminate the people of the empire makes them seem worse than goldfish.
As I pursed my lips, Klaus summarized the situation and explained it to me.
“The Sisena duchy is a collateral branch of the imperial family.”
“Oh my, have I insulted my relative?”
“It’s called collateral, but too much has already been paid, so it’s actually a stranger.”
but. A lot of time has passed since the last time I heard about it, the first year of the empire.
It’s a similar level of distance to the fact that all Koreans are descendants of Grandfather Dangun.
“The dukes who became leaders in each region, north, south, east and west, all became dukes in recognition of their contributions to defeating the Demon King in the first year of the empire. Therefore, they were able to exert enormous power over the nobles subordinated to the territories they ruled.”
“Ah, somehow. So, when you distributed medicine to each region, you stopped by the Duke’s house first?”
“Yes. Before visiting other nobles, it is customary to meet the duke of each region and say hello first.”
Klaus nodded.
“However, the Sisena Dukes had no major or honor except that they were merely collateral blood relatives of the imperial family. Because they were located in the middle of the capital, they were always pushed out by the imperial family.”
“It’s obvious that in a country with strong royal power, the power a noble can have.”
“It seems that the past Sisena dukes did not take that for granted. They probably thought that they could have become king in the first year of the empire. Moreover, they felt that they, as collateral, were being ignored.”
“Oh. That’s a delusional disease.”
In the first place, the person who became emperor in the first year of the empire was able to become emperor in recognition of his contribution to defeating the Demon King.
The early stages of the empire’s history consisted entirely of merit and contribution.
The person who contributed the most became the emperor, and the person who contributed the most became the duke of the southern region, and the duke of the eastern, western, and northern regions.
Those who received titles below were all people who made some contribution to the subjugation of the Demon King.
So, ‘since my relative is the emperor, so do I…’ … !’ Rather, if you wanted to be an emperor from the beginning, all you have to do is defeat the Demon King.
‘but. Even if I told this story, it would have been pointless to Duke Cissena, who had already started comparing himself to the imperial family.’
“It is a delusion. But as the delusion was passed down through the generations, it turned into a conviction and eventually became a movement.”
“You’re talking about the zombies, or rather the corpse army, right?”
“Yes. It was fortunate that there was less research on it because of the high risk.”
I almost saw a horde of zombies in the background of a western panda.
It was a terrible situation to even imagine.
“In a way, I’m glad I found out about the Violet Disease. I think a plague would be better than dealing with legions of corpses.”
“It’s not like that.”
Klaus shook his head.
“The Duke originally wanted to use both methods. Since corpses don’t catch infectious diseases anyway, he believed that using both the Corpse Legion and the Plague would allow him to take over the empire more quickly.”
“A corpse king? What kind of necromancer are you?”
“If it weren’t for the situation where the Lady withered all the flowers and couldn’t make more medicine, we might have ended up in such a terrible situation.”
“Really, I caught a rat staring at a cow’s back.”
“It was a golden rat.”
Klaus, who was used to the folk proverbs I said, smiled and answered, “Haha.”
“Anyway, the duke continued to claim that he was instigated by a messenger from heaven. I think he said that he could use this method to wipe out the existing power groups that ignore the city and the duke family, take power, and prove his abilities anew. ”
“You still don’t remember that Shinigami’s face?”
“Even so, I sent professional painters to draw the face according to his testimony.”
You’re making a montage. I nodded.
“Tell him that if he does not cooperate properly in painting the criminal’s portrait, he will be severely charged with treason.”
“Well, even if you cooperate properly, you will be questioned sternly.”
“I didn’t say that I would gently charge you with treason if you cooperated properly.”
“As expected, I can talk to you a little bit.”
what.
If I talk to Klaus, wouldn’t I also have a personality problem? The story went well, but the ending was somewhat disappointing.
“Captain Herta, can I swing it like this?”
“Wow. I don’t know where two such talented kids came from.”
“It is an honour!”
Next to me, the sound of a heavy practice long sword cutting through the air repeatedly rang out.
Added to this were the laughter of a boisterous warrior and the laughter of smaller girls.
‘It’s fun, it’s fun.’
I leaned against the shade and hugged my poor little wooden sword. But Hertha never left me alone.
“Elena Seves. Don’t you practice?”
“They said I have no talent.”
“Why are you pouting like that?”
“No, I’m not upset! And it hurts!”
Herta slapped my back with his thick hand and laughed.
Herta was a warrior of a world full of clichés.
Its body is sturdy and muscular, it loves to sweat and train, and although it is not very tactful, it is very cheerful.
The only exceptional attribute was that she was a woman, but I wonder if gender is important when it comes to being this muscular.
“I had high expectations because she was Lariette’s older sister, but I was very disappointed. You’re really not pushing a stupid setup that hides your power, are you?”
“I’m just a brat. I don’t hide my strength.”
Of course, there was a time when the powerful meta was very popular in fantasy novels.
But it wasn’t me.
In the past, if I had firmly believed that I was the main character of a novel about possession, I would have been very angry and thought, ‘Others immediately realized the talent of swords, magic, and spirit magic that they didn’t know about through possession, so why can’t I even swing a sword!’
Of course, through the many absurd things I have experienced in the past, I have come to understand that there are many irrational things in the world that cannot be explained, and that I have no talent for the sword.
But why doesn’t Hertha understand?
“No. Lariette is so talented, there’s no way she isn’t talented. Try again.”
“Can you just give up on me? I’m a poor swordsman student.”
“Why is your heart so weak? If you work hard, you too can become a swordsman genius like His Highness Klaus! Stretch out your chest! Now, follow me! Try!”
no. I want to live moderately without trying. help me.
“Peria, would you like me to be your sparring partner?”
“Oh, no. I’m not good enough yet.”
“That’s why we spar. Because it’s better for me to spar than to practice alone. Huh?”
“Thank you, Lariette.”
Meanwhile, Lariette and Maewin quickly became close friends due to their common denominator, being swordsman geniuses, and even called each other by their first names.
‘I just found out that Merwin’s name is Peria… … .’
For a moment, I looked at the two people with tired eyes.
Herta, who misinterpreted that appearance, shouted with sparkling eyes.
“Isn’t it beautiful, Elena? That’s the burning camaraderie built up by clashing swords!”
“No, I’m going to leave….”
Burning camaraderie, just hearing the word makes it seem hot. I feel like I’m going to sweat, I don’t like it… … .
I decided to try to persuade Hertha, who were still holding my hand tightly and didn’t seem like they would let me go.
“Hey, Captain Hertha. Don’t do that and admit that I’m not talented.”
“If you try!”
“Of course, if you put in some effort, things might change! But wouldn’t the results be better if you put the same effort into a field where you are more talented? Have affection! It would be better to work on a field where you have talent!”
“Oh, I see….”
it’s okay
Hertha seemed a little tempted by my quick speech.
Of course, it’s a secret that my passion and talent is lying around at home doing nothing!
‘Now all I have to do is take the opportunity and sneak out… … .’
Just as I was thinking that, a gust of wind came from behind.
“Oh, the wind….”
I quickly turned around to block the suddenly strong sandstorm. The recoil caused the dowsing finder that I had carefully kept in my arms to fly out.
“Ah! Elena, you were interested in fighting? I also know that field well.”
“No, this isn’t like that….”
“Yes. A sword is good, but fighting skills are also good. Come here and start training your physical strength….”
no! No!
Dowsing detector, you guy! I would have jumped out on all fours! This can’t be happening!
“Let me go!”
I cried bitterly.
The training ground, where sandstorms were blowing, became quiet again as if it had never been so.
