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A person with a big soul
Sarshan, a first-class official in Karzan, opened his eyes after being tapped by someone. It was first-class official Gueber.
“It’s almost time for the mayor to come out.”
“···.”
Sarshan nodded slightly and rubbed his eyes.
‘Crazy market kid.’
The whole mess was over, but he said he was sleepy and went back to sleep, but he still held the first-class manager until the sun came up.
The city is in such a state that there are mountains of things that need to be taken care of immediately, and yet I have to wait in this hard place for the pot-bellied man to wake up…
Still, thanks to that, I had time to prepare the report.
‘···I don’t know if you’ll hear it.’
Karzan’s mayor, Bull Bastein, was a typical imperial official: arrogant, lazy, and greedy.
“The mayor is calling.”
At that moment, a man with an impressive mustache looked down at Sarshan and said.
Knight Benhar.
‘If only they had given me a few imperial knights a long time ago…’
It was clear that Karzan would not have been in such a mess.
‘···If that were the case, it wouldn’t be an empire.’
Sarshan grumbled inwardly and got up from his seat.
They headed to a luxurious room.
At the end of it, sitting on a magnificent chair, fit for a king of a country, was a pig with sagging cheeks and an oily face. It was the mayor of Karzan, Bull Bastein.
Next to him, a famous beauty from Karzan was wiping the bastard’s face with a wet cloth.
As Sarshan and Gueber bowed their heads and paid deep greetings, Bull Bastein waved his hand gently and pushed the woman back.
Sarshan quickly reviewed the things he had prepared in his head. The damage Karzan had suffered, the progress of the work, information about the opponent, and even how to deal with it.
Bastain, who had gotten up from his seat with difficulty, pointed to the window. A soldier next to him ran over and opened the window.
“I love the Empire! I hate black blood!”
The cheering voices of the crowd came inside.
‘What is that?’
Sarshan was startled by the loud cheers that seemed to echo throughout the city. What was happening outside while he was here?
“Loyalty to the empire has risen to such heights. It is true that hardship binds people tightly.”
Bastain nodded as if he felt the sound coming from outside was praise for him.
“You dare declare war on the Empire… Lord Benhar?”
“yes.”
“I’ll give you two knights and fifty soldiers, so arrest everyone associated with the Black Blood. People will come from the capital, so you’d better move diligently for that time.”
“yes.”
The article that gave the long answer was pushed back.
Then came the sound of dull footsteps moving away.
Sarshan had a feeling that the city would be in chaos again.
“And Count Behart, what has he been doing until things got to this point? He must have gotten dumber with age. I guess that’s not what he was given as a territory. Tsk tsk…”
Bastein then blamed Count Behart for the situation. Sarshan nodded, though he was dumbfounded. If an imperial official said so, then so be it.
“That’s right. I wrote to Count Bechard several times, but I never received any response.”
“···you’re right.”
Sarshan agreed with Queber’s words.
“Yes, fortunately I intervened in time. The people of the empire also became united in their loyalty to the empire. Isn’t that right?”
“yes.”
This time the answer was very long.
“By the way, I heard that a man called the vampire hunter was very active. I’m curious.”
With his last words, Bastain waved his hand.
It was a curse.
Sarshan nodded vigorously and stepped back, although his enthusiasm was heightened by the short conversation that made the whole night’s wait worth it.
In any case, the opponent was an imperial official.
If that’s what he was like, then so be it.
***
‘My throat hurts a little.’
I drank some lukewarm beer to soothe my sore throat from yelling so much.
Thanks to his shouting, the streets were filled with the chants of ‘I love the Empire! I hate black blood!’ Of course, the one leading the way was the weasel.
The weasel ran around like a real martyr, shouting at the top of his lungs. He even carried a small drum that he had picked up somewhere and ran around the street, beating it to the rhythm.
Later, I was amazed when I saw him gather the men together and sing along to the notes. In a way, he was truly amazing.
‘Is this enough?’
I muttered as I looked toward the inner castle. The inner castle gate, which had been tightly shut until now, opened and soldiers wearing iron armor with the imperial seal came out.
‘Anyway, dealing with the Empire’s affairs…’
It was clear that they would hastily arrest all those involved. Anyone with even the slightest connection to vampires would certainly be arrested.
‘Karzan will change completely.’
It was an imperial-style procedure that did not stop at squeezing out the pus, but also cutting out the pus-filled area. And it was clear that the survivors would share the cut-out area and climb up appropriately.
‘Hmm… not bad.’
He nodded with satisfaction, thinking about his new workshop.
“Ah, Mr. Takgu. The mayor is looking for you.”
The man with an awkward expression pointed behind him.
There were five armed soldiers behind the man.
I quickly looked over the soldiers.
His expression wasn’t good, but if he had come to punish me, he wouldn’t have acted so gentlemanly.
‘It’s a prize given by the empire…’
I just nodded like a taciturn vampire hunter playing table tennis.
“I’ll be back soon, so buy some cake and eat it.”
I took a few silver coins out of my pocket, handed them to the sergeant, and followed the soldier.
In the city, the chants of ‘I love the Empire! I hate black blood!’ were growing louder. It seemed that everyone was crying out louder because they knew that if they got involved now, they would be in big trouble.
I made a plan in case I met the mayor.
What bothered me the most was that my face was known, but I had thought of a way to stop him.
The soldiers guided me, looking at me with slightly tense faces. The soldiers were wearing armor made of steel, as befitting the Imperial Army. It looked so strong that it seemed difficult to tear it with one hand.
There, I could feel that he had been well trained in his movements and posture. I was nervous for no reason when I encountered the imperial army after a long time, and my hands were numb.
Because of the declaration of war by the Black Bloods, the central government would also come out, but that was a problem that the Black Bloods would have to handle on their own.
The legendary vampire hunter Takgu was set to disappear like fog after receiving his award.
“Put the black one over here.”
He nodded to the soldier’s words and obediently handed over the sword.
Anyway, there was a dagger inside my bosom. The soldier seemed to not want to search me, covered in black blood and flesh, so he took the sword with a disgusted look on his face and quietly retreated.
No, it seemed to be the Imperial Army’s unique confidence that even if they had hidden weapons, they wouldn’t be able to do something.
Then I came face to face with a man with a goatee. He looked me up and down and frowned.
“Master Bastein likes those with big souls. They look great, but they still smell too bad, so I guess I’ll have to spray some of this.”
Goatbeard took out a glass bottle and sprayed it on me. The scent wasn’t bad, so I didn’t bother to refuse.
As if spraying it twice wasn’t enough, the scoundrel who sprayed it once more nodded and gave various warnings.
Since it was a story most people knew, they nodded their heads roughly.
In short, it seemed that Mayor Bastain enjoyed inviting and hanging out with people who had big souls like himself.
Here, the word ‘big-souled’ is often used by the imperial bastards, and it felt similar to ‘great swordsman’.
Goatbeard emphasized ‘moderately’ several times. He was a shameless guy who demanded ‘moderately well’, but I nodded.
He repeated the same story over and over again as if he thought I was some kind of savage. I felt a little wronged and wanted to pull out my beard, but when I lowered my head and saw what I was like, I had no choice but to admit it.
“I’ll say it again, be careful with your words when you speak so as not to offend the mayor. It’ll tire both of you out.”
The goatee emphasized again that he was anxious.
Then we entered a large room. At the end of the room sat a pig. It had plump cheeks and fat. It was a typical imperial official.
I looked more closely at the knight standing behind him than at the guy.
He was short, had a sword that was slightly shorter than mine, had a large suit of iron armor that seemed strong, and the armor seemed to be slightly larger than his size, so he seemed to have something on top of it. He was an experienced man.
‘I guess I’ll have to dig a little deeper.’
I vowed that if I ever had to swing my sword at him for any unavoidable reason, I would use more force than usual.
Two daggers on the side of his thighs, sharp eyes examining me,
‘Is it between Kungstan and Adela, the so-called imperial knights?’
I don’t know what it would be like if they actually got together, but judging by the momentum, it seemed like it was about that level.
And one more knight behind me. He seemed to be less skilled than the knight in front of him, but he was still a knight.
‘Two knights in the room, eight armed soldiers. There are as many troops in the room as Cassadick.’
My hand tingled slightly as I remembered that I had left my sword there. It was a situation I had expected, but I couldn’t help but feel nervous when I actually faced it.
I made a plan in my head for the possible mishaps that might occur. I could leave this room right away, but it would definitely be a huge hassle. Still, I felt a little better after assuming the worst.
Originally, it was a way to be content in any situation by assuming the worst.
“Ohhh… Are you the vampire hunter Takgu?”
The pig asked, jumping up from its seat. The ornate sword hanging from its waist dangled.
It was a typical trash sword that was set with jewels, but it seemed like its center of gravity was off and it was shaking from the bottom.
An official who invites those with great souls like himself.
It was obvious what that guy wanted.
The brave are recognized for their own merits.
It was easy. It was a pretty good opportunity for me in Karzan, which is changing rapidly.
I thought of a suitable method and rolled it around in my head. I had a chance.
“That’s right!”
I did a quick calculation and answered with force.
In this complicated situation, the best one was ‘a brave and ignorant guy who accomplished something, a typical warrior’. A person who is ignorant, uncivilized, and a bit difficult to have around, but has a good heart.
“How dare this guy talk…”
Goatbeard frowned and tried to say something, but closed his mouth when the pig in question nodded in satisfaction.
Now was the next step.
‘With such a traitor by his side, he must be immune to most flattery… We must differentiate ourselves.’
I opened my mouth, glancing sideways at the goatee.
Even on the surface, the guy was a technical flatterer.
In that case, I···.
“If I had known there was a brave man like you in Karzan, I would not have come! I am sorry that I took away your hunting!”
A simple, ignorant, and crude compliment.
So it’s even more delicious.
The pig twitched his nose and twitched his cheek.
It looked familiar. After thinking about it for a moment, I realized that it looked similar to Karzan’s ‘praise vending machine’.
This praise vending machine was imperial. No matter how high the prestige of the religious order, it could not be compared to the empire.
Brrrr-.
As expected from an imperial praise vending machine, the reaction was immediate.
“Hmm… I was planning on catching you sooner or later… but you don’t have to feel sorry. After all, didn’t you just do your job?”
The pig said with a look of real pity.
I’d bet ten gold pieces that the bastard didn’t have any such plans, but regardless, he opened his mouth.
“I’m really sorry! But since my job is to hunt vampires, I couldn’t just ignore it! I sincerely apologize! If I had known that there was someone with such a big soul as you, I wouldn’t have interfered!”
Ugh···.
The goatee next to me turned his head so that I could see him, clearly showing his discomfort, but I didn’t care.
“Hahaha… This is… What a big soul… I guess you can see it.”
Because the corners of the pig’s mouth were twitching, it indicated that the reward was increasing in real time.
The pig sat up for no reason and puffed out its body. It was a proud pig, but I pretended to be scared and stepped back.
“This… this… this much spiritual pressure in a place with no water! I can’t believe it! I was wondering who the owner of this huge city was, but it’s you!”
I pretended to be flustered and praised him fiercely, using words he couldn’t understand. For a moment, I wondered if it made sense, but when I looked at the pig’s expression, it seemed like it was getting through.
“Ahem… They say he’s a legendary vampire hunter, but he seems to be able to sense something different. How could he react so violently?”
The pig nodded with a pleased smile.
‘Shall we go further? Scratch more?’
I looked at the pig’s face and thought for a moment.
It was risky, but I decided to go further because there was a chance.
“Damn it! Didn’t you say you were sorry! Stop suppressing me! I already felt your great soul!”
The compliments that taste the best are the ones that are sincere and contain vulgar language. However, if the vulgar language is too harsh, it can be subject to censorship, so it has to be moderated. Damn, damn was the most appropriate.
The pig looked at me with a strange expression, perhaps bewildered by my overly intense reaction.
“You! What the hell are you talking about!!”
The goatee must have sensed a sense of crisis because he immediately raised his voice. Judging by the way his eyes sparkled, he seemed to have seen an opportunity.
“It’s okay. It’s okay. Haha! I’m sorry. Don’t you know that the size of the soul can’t be freely controlled? It’ll be hard, but I hope you can endure it for a little longer.”
The long-spoken pig took a deep breath as if out of breath, and made a wonderful expression that did not suit him.
“But, Mayor, your harsh words just now···.”
But Goatbeard spoke again.
“Oh! It’s okay! How can we apply our standards to someone who has spent his entire life hunting vampires in the wild? Are you that small of a person?”
The pig groaned and made a noise.
He put his neck into it with a prickly goatee.
I hastily added ‘lived in the wild’ to the table tennis settings. The goatee, with its defeated face, forced a smile and stepped back.
There was no way that the praise of an uncivilized medieval man could compete with the cultured praise of a modern person. The winner was already decided from the beginning.
“Okay… I know… I don’t know if I can stand it, but….”
I answered, panting, as if I was really struggling.
“But isn’t the helmet stuffy?”
The pig, whose face was a lump of collagen due to my panting, tilted its head and asked.
It was the most important moment. I pretended not to care and held the bottom of the helmet, raising it very slowly and said,
“I was cursed while hunting vampires. Everyone who saw my face met a terrible end. I don’t care about you since your soul is bigger than mine, but…”
He lifted his voice slightly, lifting it so that the tip of his chin was visible.
“Haha! It’s okay to wear it! How could we impose our rules on you who grew up in the wild?”
The pig, with a frightened face, spoke in a hoarse voice. The knight behind him had already turned his head.
‘Superstitious, uncivilized bastards.’
I clicked my tongue and pressed my helmet down again.
“Then, would you like to tell me a story about vampire hunting?”
As I lowered my helmet, the pig’s expression softened and he asked me a question.
I nodded and told him some basic vampire hunting stories that sounded interesting.
“So if you pull out the fangs, you can tell they’re a vampire?”
The table tennis expert, vampire genius pig nodded his head repeatedly as if trying to remember, absorbed in my story.
‘What is the multiplier of the Imperial Vending Machine?’
I continued to shove my compliment coins in while staring at that disgusting face.
Goatbeard, who sensed a sense of crisis in the middle, intervened, but was scolded by the mayor and shed tears.
After talking like that for a while, the pig laughed heartily and gestured.
Two women came to him, mumbling, and brought him a luxurious box.
‘···What a heavy gold coin!’
The thought of having enough money to start a new life made me smile for a moment. It was a good thing I was wearing a helmet.
“Is this all I can give you? Even if it’s not as big as my soul, shouldn’t I give you half of it? Bring me more!”
The women, startled by the pig’s shout, hurriedly disappeared and returned with their hands full of gold coins, pouring them into a box.
Now the box was glowing with a dazzling light, as if it had just been taken from a pirate ship.
‘This kid is a good kid.’
I was so impressed that tears welled up in my eyes. I thought about lifting my helmet and showing my tears, but the pig was so shocked that I held it back.
“Until now, I have never seen anyone with a greater soul than me! From now on, from this moment on, I will make you my older brother! Older brother!!”
I threw out words that were full of sincerity but with a hint of bluntness.
The pig laughed and the goatee trembled.
Afterwards, the pig, who had tasted my praise, asked me if I would like to stay in Karzan.
“As even my older brother, who has a bigger soul than me, knows, we each have our own responsibilities! My older brother may be the successor to the empire’s great cause, but I, who grew up in the wild, cannot stop hunting vampires until I die!”
The pig, whose soul was bigger than mine, nodded his head vigorously as if he understood with a very serious expression on his face.
‘Wow, the Imperial Vending Machine is performing well.’
I held the treasure chest in my arms, which must have contained at least 50 gold coins, and I couldn’t help but call it “brother.”
***
‘Divine power···.’
Brighton gritted his teeth against his headache. He felt guilty that he couldn’t treat the pain of so many people due to his own shortcomings.
The monastery was full of patients.
Some people say they are grateful that they have driven out the vampire to this extent, but Brighton could not agree with that.
Fortunately, the number of cases gradually decreased as even the heretic inquisitors joined in to care for the patients.
‘Where is Abbot Benhard?’
Brighton looked around while wiping the wound on the patient’s shoulder with a cloth. Abbot Benhardt had not been seen since a while ago. Where is he and what is he doing in this chaos…
It was then that soldiers bearing the imperial seal entered the monastery. There was no place to stand, so the soldiers shouted and cleared away the patients.
“Hold on tight to this.”
Brighton handed the patient a rag and turned to the soldiers.
“What’s going on?”
The monks, not knowing what to do, discovered Brighton and retreated.
“There is testimony that the abbot here is related to vampires.”
Brighton thought it was ridiculous, but they were reckless. There was no way to stop them, so Brighton made a way.
“Everyone, stop thinking about other things and focus on the patient first.”
Brighton spoke sternly to the terrified monks and priests and then turned back to the patients.
Brighton’s head was also complicated. He wondered if the priest had made a deal with the devil, but he was also troubled because he had seen such a thing happen before.
And a little later, Brighton frowned at the sight of Benhardt’s ugly appearance as he was dragged out by the soldiers.
“Let go of this! Cardinal Brighton! I have been wronged! How could I have done such a thing…!”
The soldiers stopped moving when they heard the word ‘Cardinal’ coming out of Benhard’s mouth.
‘You said earlier that we are now the same abbot.’
Brighton stood up from his seat with a long sigh.
“Can you give me a moment?”
“Yes? Oh, yes. But I can’t give you that long.”
The soldier, who had become much more docile, nodded and let Benhard go.
“Cardinal Brighton! I am so wronged! How could I have done business with impious men!”
Benhardt’s trembling eyes were not those of a dignified man, but Brighton nodded. At this moment, one person’s hand was in short supply.
“Yes, I know. If you treat the patients with all your might before you go, I will make sure that you receive a fair trial.”
“···legal.”
Benhard’s face crumpled at Brighton’s words.
However, he quickly changed his expression and nodded.
Benhard crouched before the patients, emitting a light that was undoubtedly a manifestation of divine power.
The light was truly brilliant, perhaps to prove his innocence. Thanks to this, the patients’ conditions noticeably improved.
‘How···.’
Brighton swallowed his bitter saliva as he watched the sight.
Eventually, Benhardt, who had exerted his divine power to its limit, was dragged away by the soldiers. As he was being dragged away, Benhardt looked at Brighton and kept calling out, “Cardinal.”
Even if Brighton didn’t say anything else, it was clear that Benhardt would receive a fair trial after a thorough investigation.
First of all, since he was a member of a religious order and even had a cardinal in his mouth, it was certain that he would be investigated in a meticulous and detailed manner that would be the envy of nobles.
It was clear that Benhardt knew him well, so he deliberately put the cardinal in his mouth. He must have used all his divine powers just in case.
Whatever his intentions, thanks to Benhard’s best efforts, the monastery was now entering a period of stability.
Brighton felt the fatigue creeping in.
I looked up at the sky, sweeping my disheveled hair back, and saw the brilliant sun rising above my head.
The sunlight shone warmly on the shattered city, but Brighton, unusually for his age, did not recite a prayer and kept his eyes tightly shut.
“Abbot! My brother is leaving now!”
A frivolous voice was heard from the side. I turned my head and saw a vulgar man named Dylan.
‘···I can’t leave Karzan right now.’
Since the imperial flag was burned, there was no way it could just pass.
It was clear that the city would be sealed off immediately and everyone would be investigated. The Honorary Monk Aaron would know him well…
“Oh, if you have a lot of work to do and need to stay a little longer, you can leave first···.”
“First of all, go.”
At Dylan’s continued words, Brighton followed him.
When we arrived, there was a carriage that was as clean as when we came. I was surprised that it didn’t get a single black stain despite all the chaos. When I opened the carriage door and went in, the smell of alcohol filled the air. It was dizzying just to breathe.
The face Aaron faced was strange. The corners of his mouth were raised and his eyes kept forming crescent moon shapes, which was truly hideous.
Brighton, who thought he had now become accustomed to Aaron’s appearance, looked away, realizing how arrogant he had been.
Inquisitor Joanna Ethan desperately averted her gaze, her face strangely red. Her armor was dirty, but there were no visible wounds.
Aaron and Joanna’s condition was strange, but for now, they both seemed okay.
“Don’t you have any work left to do?”
At that moment, Aaron, whose eyes met Brighton’s, asked in an uncomfortable voice.
“What can be done now is done. And there is much to do at Cassidy too.”
Brighton answered, trying to keep the corners of his mouth from rising at the bluntness.
At that moment, a luxurious box that clearly belonged to a nobleman appeared on Aaron’s right. Aaron covered the box with his hand at Brighton’s gaze and waved it around again.
‘Did you steal it? Did you steal it?’
When Brighton recalled an appropriate Bible verse for him.
Ugh···.
Joanna Ethan, the tiny, trimmed inquisitor, gasped in surprise and covered her mouth.
Brighton grimaced at the strange smell of wine. Then the Honorary Brother Aaron gave a rough burp.
‘This is so ignorant···.’
Brighton hurriedly opened the window and waved his hands.
Aaron’s ignorance and barbarism were always new.
The carriage started moving very steadily, unlike when it first started.
A view of the city appeared to have calmed down a little.
Although it was still in a state of ruins, the faces of the residents cleaning it up were bright.
Brighton laughed bitterly at that.
“Can’t Karzan get out now?”
When he turned his head again, the Honorary Monk Aaron was wearing his helmet.
“It’s okay because the new brother is strong.”
A thick voice rumbled through the helmet.
‘Is there a way?’
It was an answer that did not make sense.
Waaaaaaaah-!!
At that moment, cheers were heard from outside.
When I turned my head, I saw a crowd of residents gathered, waving their hands and cheering. Their faces were all filled with fatigue, but they shouted at the top of their lungs.
“I love the Empire! I hate black blood!”
A simple slogan.
Clap! Applause.
As they approached the city gate, their numbers increased and soon filled the streets. The residents, who were in a state of disarray, kept cheering as if they were seeing off a hero.
After that, there were some rough men, and when I looked closely, I saw that the residents were watching them and cheering.
There were three men in the middle of the rough men.
Judging from the atmosphere, they seemed like leaders, and they were clapping with different expressions.
The two men seemed to be watching the man in front. Among them, there was a man who had no hands, and he hit his forehead and made a sound. It was funny, but there was something desperate about it.
Brighton felt strangely uncomfortable, as if he was welcoming the leader of an organization.
At the end of the procession were soldiers bearing the imperial seal.
“The legendary vampire hunter and the younger brother of Mayor Bull Bastain···.”
A goatee-faced man with a shit-chewing face kept shouting, while a fat man in fancy clothes next to him nodded.
It seemed as if the entire Karzan was cheering.
Aaron didn’t stop at just leaning out the window, but went up to the ceiling. Brighton hurriedly stopped Joanna Ethan, the Inquisitor, from following him out the window.
“Black blood! You guys! Get ready! The market man’s younger brother, the legendary vampire hunter Takgu, is coming! Vampire, stand over there!”
Aaron kept shouting in a deep voice.
“Your brother is my brother… Your brother! I love you!! I’m your brother! Dylan! Your brother!”
Even the shallow voice heard from the stable.
Brighton grabbed the Bible and shut his eyes tightly.
We arrived at the gate, but no one stopped the carriage.
Contrary to Brighton’s expectations, they were able to escape Karzan without any hindrance.
‘···What on earth is this?’
As he left the gate, Brighton muttered a prayer at the loud cheers he heard behind him.
***
“Failed?”
The master of the black blood, Pros Heizentar, muttered, pressing his temples.
The blood and strength that had been shed from him were returning.
The implications were clear.
failure.
Failed to capture Karzan.
Pross repeated the nonsensical sentence several times.
“How could it fail?”
I wondered why it failed.
Did the administration notice? No, they had already confirmed it. The probability of the administration taking action now was minimal.
Then did the market move? No, the pig couldn’t move if the administration didn’t move. Vermunt couldn’t come out of the castle, and there was no great darkness.
No matter how much I thought about it, there was no variable that could cause the plan to fail.
It was a plan that took time and thorough preparation.
If he had simply been trying to take control by force, he would have made his move long ago. However, he took his time to avoid attracting attention, and was on the verge of succeeding…
‘Why on earth?’
Pros’ nerves became extremely sensitive in an incomprehensible situation. It was just like when a great darkness disappeared···.
‘···Similar.’
It felt like this back then, too. Even when that great darkness suddenly disappeared, it felt like some hooligan had appeared and turned the table upside down.
That was when.
bang!!
The door opened and his men rushed in.
The loud noise made Pross’s brow furrow even further.
All of his children knew that what Pross hated most was loud noises.
“The Karzan Plan has failed!”
“···.”
It was something I already knew.
If you dared to speak out loud in front of me about that mere fact…
“And···because of the declaration of war on the Empire, the Karzan market took action···.”
“Declaration of war?”
Pross was about to draw blood when he was stopped by a strange word coming from the bastard.
“The master declares war on the empire…”
I couldn’t understand what he was talking about at all.
The reason I acted so cautiously was to avoid offending the Empire as much as possible… But you’re saying I declared war on the Empire?
What kind of crazy talk is this?
“That··· under the master’s orders, he burst Karzan’s inner wall and burned the imperial flag···.”
He gave a more detailed explanation, but…
‘What do you want me to do?’
Only question marks kept popping up in Pros’ head.
After hearing it from him about ten times, I finally understood what he was saying, but I was still left with only question marks.
‘Me to the Empire?’
I?
why?
when?
Pross understood what the bastard was saying, but at the same time he couldn’t understand it.
***
“···Isn’t that a bit excessive?”
“hmm.”
Berman was silent at Kel’s question.
Thanks to the little girl Kanna, the walls were going up quickly. However, the recently drawn picture was a problem.
Deokgu raising both hands as if he did something wrong, Deokgu getting beaten up by ice cubes, etc…
“That’s right! Your emotions are the fuel of magic! Faster, sharper! If you were more skilled in magic, he would have taken you! The reason you didn’t go with him is because you were lacking! If you’re lacking, you get abandoned. That’s life.”
There was even a guy next to him who was cheering and talking nonsense.
It was a total mess.
“···In the first place, the Yeongju Castle didn’t stop them, so how can we stop them?”
“I heard you’re busy preparing for Youngae’s birthday, but don’t you know that yet?”
Kel’s answer sounded plausible, but Berman shook his head.
“Didn’t you see Nova smiling at the wall earlier?”
“Oh, that’s right.”
Berman shook his head as he recalled Nova laughing out loud while looking at the castle walls. Nova was a typical lord’s castle figure.
“Anyway, it’s Young-ae’s birthday, so I’ll be busy for a while.”
Berman nodded at Kel’s muttering.
“The weather is starting to get cooler.”
Berman looked up at the sky and said.
The heat was slowly subsiding, but the sky looked like it might rain.
