My Demons - Chapter 172



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My Villains Episode 172

42. Bridle (4)

After the conversation in the hall, Dionea invited me to her bedroom. She was sitting across from a small car table with a worried expression on her face.

“Please tell me about your lord.”

“… … “You mean Prince Ulkar?”

“yes. “Are you trustworthy?”

I looked shocked at the direct question.

“Actually, I’ve been serving the prince for about a month at most.”

“You were ordained by him. “You must be better than me, who has never even seen you.”

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What a pain in the ass.

You can’t just say, ‘I got caught up in the atmosphere and got it accidentally.’ Such pathetic words cannot be tolerated.

“… … First of all, the prince is a brave man.”

So, I decided to share my impressions from Ulkar.

“You didn’t do anything befitting your noble status. “Especially when he burst out laughing in front of ‘Creeping Dragon,’ to be honest, I thought he was a bit crazy.”

Dionea, whose face was stiff, burst into laughter.

“okay.”

“and… … . She cared very much for her subordinates. “While the knights and soldiers stayed in good lodgings, the prince himself lived in a tent.”

“A tent?”

“yes. There is a large square in South Harbor, and they pitched tents there and lived.”

Dionea looked like she couldn’t understand, so I quickly explained it.

“If you stay in a comfortable place, you don’t want to leave? Well, that was the reason.”

” ah.”

The official title given to Ulkar by the King is ‘Patrol’.

It is not a grandiose position such as a patrol officer in charge of security within the kingdom or a border patrol leader to block external enemies, but a patrolman who wanders the kingdom riding on a horse.

Those drawn by the prince’s prestige gathered together to form something of a warlord, but no matter the scale, Ulkar was officially nothing more than a ranger.

Dionea also seemed to know this. She nodded her head and opened her mouth.

“It’s harsh. “How dare you take on such an arduous and insignificant task as a prince?”

“It was hard work, but it didn’t seem trivial.”

“is that so?”

“The prince considered the mission an honor. “He fights not for land or gold or silver, but to protect the weak.”

“ah… …

“That’s probably what Sir Ariad meant when he said it earlier. The prince I saw was not someone who helped others in the hope of receiving something grand in return. therefore,”

For some reason, I, who was acting as the prince’s lawyer, trailed off when I saw Dionea’s face. Before she knew it, she was smiling softly.

“… … “Why are you doing this?”

“You respect your master.”

“yes’?”

“I hope you like the Third Prince. “By having a knight as loyal as a sir.”

For a moment, I thought he was being sarcastic, but it seemed like Daionea was genuinely envious of Ulkar.

… … It’s somehow strange.

Looking back on Kim Seung-su’s life, that is, his life in Korea, expressions talking about loyalty usually did not have a good meaning.

It was a world in which even those who were loyal to the country were criticized for being pushovers. When a company or boss demands loyalty, it is considered unreasonable.

But this world had a completely different view on loyalty. It was quite natural to be loyal to a king, a lord, or someone else noble.

Hmm, I think it’s been quite a while since I’ve felt this kind of discomfort.

But I’ve adapted quite well to this world, so I don’t say things like ‘I’m Ulkar’s knight, but I’m not loyal to him.’ I just quietly scratched my eyebrows.

Dionea smiled for a moment, but still looked anxious.

“Actually, I don’t have a very good relationship with the Bennet family, the Agnig family, or the 3rd prince. Moreover, the situation I am in now is still full of unexpected events, and I have to make such an important decision… …

Even as I listened to her words and comforted her, I was also ruminating on the discomfort I had just felt.

Kim Seung-soo, who has lived in Korea for 30 years, swallowed Poinix, who has lived in Eyland for 20 years. Will I, who has been completed like that, be able to completely blend into this world?

It wasn’t a worry that lasted that long. It was thanks to Dionea coming into my arms.

White hands with scratches here and there from holding an unfamiliar sword touched my neck and chest.

Skin is touching skin, sweet breath tickling my ears, a short whisper is caught in my lips, and Dionea’s strong fingertips are about to dig into the area of ​​my wing bones.

The feelings of discomfort and worries had disappeared on the other side.

… … hmm?” As I was leaving the bedroom after putting Dionea to sleep, I heard a ‘swooshing’ sound from somewhere. A very subtle sound, like the hem of clothes rubbing against each other.

My current agility on my character sheet is 27.

If you add the points added with ‘Dragon Slayer’s Seal’ and ‘Death King’s Scale Belt’, the total is a whopping 31. It’s a level that far exceeds that of the criminal.

Because of this, my senses also developed to the point where they were almost super-talented. Movement within a radius of about 7 or 8 meters can be felt through the skin, not through the eyes or ears.

I used my senses to the fullest and quietly looked around, but there was no sign of anything in particular.

… … Did I hear it wrong?

After scratching my head in confusion, I came downstairs. The next place I headed to was the room where Ulkar’s knights stayed.

“Lord Phoenix.”

Sir Langbolt, who was sitting next to Sir Ariad at the table, waved his quill and greeted them.

“You’ve arrived at the right time. “It was slowly coming to an end.”

He had already changed his clothes and was only wearing a thin shirt. It’s quite awkward to see him smearing ink on his hands with his bulging muscles clearly exposed.

“What are you doing?”

“As you can see, I am writing a letter.”

“To the prince?”

“I already wrote all that. What I am writing now is a letter to Lady Clarissa. Oh, can you say that again, sir?”

Sir Ariad, an old knight who received Sir Langbolt’s gaze, smiled bitterly.

“I ask you to take action before it is too late, and I will stop for now. Just write.”

“good. “Hopefully, the time will come-”

When I took a quick look at the parchment that Sir Langbolt was holding, I was very impressed by the elegant writing.

“… … “You write really well, don’t you?”

“of course. “Isn’t this the basic knowledge of a nobleman?”

Sir Ariad shook his head at what he said as a joke.

“Lord Langbolt’s writing skills go beyond the basics. “It is elegant yet has a somewhat quaint feel to it, so aristocrats who value tradition especially like it.”

“So you’re using me as a ghostwriter?”

“You’re using ghostwriting.”

When Sir Ariad looked troubled, Sir Langbolt chuckled and nodded.

“that’s right. It’s a pretty familiar situation now. “Even during training, they frequently call me to write.”

“It’s not that bad, Lord Langbolt.”

“But anyway, it can’t be helped.” He rolled up the parchment, took out his seal, and stamped it with a red seal.

“Lord Ariad has a terrible handwriting, and Ankir scolds me, saying that whenever he holds a quill, he gets upset. Lyam, that guy’s handwriting is so stiff… … . “It was nice to be able to put off some work when Sir Hülterre was around.”

Lord Hülterre? It’s my first time hearing this name.

Just as I was about to ask him a question, Sir Ariad, who had received the letter, approached the fireplace. He took out a thin piece of wood from his arms, threw it into the fire, and muttered softly.

“Ex ignis, ut aqua.”

What kind of spell was that? The spark that exploded drew a circle. Inside the circle there was only pitch black darkness.

Sir Ariad put the letter into that dark space. Then, with a familiar movement, he pulled the cover over and closed the fireplace.

pop!

There was a small sound of something exploding, and Sir Ariad gently opened the fireplace cover to check inside. The fire that had been burning just moments before was gone, and only pitch-black ash was flying in all directions.

“The maids must be having a hard time.”

When Sir Langbolt clicked his tongue, I looked back at Sir Ariad in surprise.

“Lord Ariad, were you a wizard?”

“Not to that extent. “It’s just a matter of imitating a few spells.”

“So, what kind of order was it just now?”

“I have briefly opened the subspace of Multingham’s chief wizard.”

“Subspace, huh?”

This is knowledge that neither Seungsoo Kim nor Poynix have in their memories.

When I looked confused, Lord Ariad sat back down at the table and explained.

“Among very high-level wizards, there are those who manipulate something called subspace. “It is also called ‘pocket dimension.’”

Pocket dimension? I remember hearing that.

While playing Expedition, there was a field that appeared rarely. The name

Was it ‘Pocket Plane of Undergod’?

“I performed a simple spell that allowed others to open that subspace. Of course, you need a medium made by the owner, and you can only put things in and not take them out, but it is a very useful spell.”

“aha••••••

When I nodded, Lord Langbolt offered me a seat and peppered me with questions about recent events.

“I’ve heard about this and that, but I won’t be able to hear it directly from the Lord.”

As I told them my current situation, edited appropriately, the two drivers listened with interest.

Well, most of the recent stuff is cutting up thieves and monsters and it seems like fun to you knights.

After my story was over, I was able to hear news from Ulkar.

It had been about a month since Prince Ulkar’s army was stationed in South Harbour.

The king’s edict came.

– Patroller Ulkar Lionelson of Jeore must immediately vacate South Harbor and continue his mission.

As this was a predicted situation, the army was ready to leave. Two days after the edict was issued, Prince Ulkar left South Harbor, leaving behind the flower petals and tears sprinkled by the citizens.

His journey as a ranger almost continued aimlessly, but Prince Ulkar received an unexpected letter. The Margrave of Landry, the protector of the West, had asked for help.

Prince Ulkar led his army straight to the plateau. It was the same place where he had fought his first battle eight years earlier, at the age of seventeen.

It was the two electors of Mitergeland who invaded the plateau.

Duke Avilambus Strom, the Count of Topal and a strong candidate for the next emperor, brought in Burcard Altzenburg, the vice-king of Altzenberg, and raised a large army of over 6,000 people.

Although stationed at South Harbor and growing in size, Prince Ulkar’s army numbered only five hundred.

In addition, the army led by Margrave Landry was only about 2,000 at best.

Because they were overwhelmingly inferior both in number and quality, Prince Ulkar and Margrave Landry were immediately forced to the defensive.

Meanwhile, Prince Ulkar led only the infantry to a detour across the rocky area, and luckily, the timing was right and he won a great victory in the turn.

Afterwards, the armies of the two electors lost momentum and withdrew for a moment, and the two armies continued their standoff.

Then something unexpected happened. The two electors proposed a truce.

Prince Ulkar hesitated due to some unclear details, but accepted Margrave Landry’s opinion and reached a truce.

Immediately after the imperial army withdrew, Prince Ulkar heard a strange rumor.

“… … “King of Death?”

Lord Ariad nodded heavily at my muttering.

“It’s his nickname.”

His nickname is ‘King of Death’, so he’s like a middle school soldier… … .

“What is that guy doing?”

“Very little is really known. “At most, he’s a powerful necromancer?”

“A necromancer?”

“yes. “They say they use monsters that only appear in legends, such as headless knights and demons, as if they were beasts or tribes.”

Dullahan and Ghouls are pretty high level undead.

Sir Langbold, who was smoothing his beard next to him, continued his explanation.

“They say the reason the two electors, Avilambus and Burcard, stepped down was because of that king of death. “It was impossible to continue the war while leading an army of dead men and attacking the territory every night.”

“… … “An army of lions?” “okay. “Unlike other necromancers, this one is said to be responsible for countless deaths.”

He subtly lowered his voice.

“It is not known exactly, but it is said that the army is so enormous that it covers as many as five hills. “I heard it is called the ‘wave of death’ because it looks like a pitch black wave at night.”

You have dullahan and ghouls, and countless zombies?

Oh, that’s ominous… … .

“… … By any chance, do you know what he looks like?”

“I don’t know that. “He’s hiding among so many dead people, and he’s being guarded by people who look like ghosts. Who would have seen his face?”

Oh, I see… … .

I sighed with a mysterious feeling that I didn’t know whether it was regret or relief, but Sir Ariad hesitated for a moment and then added.

“There are witnesses.”

“exactly? “I didn’t hear it.”

“They say they didn’t hear the proper testimony because the witness went crazy.” Lord Langbolt raised his eyebrows in interest.

“You’re crazy?”

“yes. He was a gravedigger who guarded the graveyard of a noble family, and he saved his life by hiding in a coffin.”

“Oh my.”

“Anyway, he said he saw Arnetso wearing a crown.”

“Arnetso? “Are you the Ar Nesso from the Bible?”

“yes.”

Ah, I remember hearing this.

I once stopped by a church in Lidburn and saw a tapestry with an embroidered picture on it.

There, there was a man who served as the teacher of the three prophets and then betrayed them. Ellen said that the man’s name was ‘Arnetso’.

Sir Langbolt leaned against the backrest with a listless expression.

“That was nonsense. “I saw someone who was burned to death over six hundred years ago.”

“Of course it’s nonsense, but you can infer something, right? The King of Death would resemble Arnesso. Strictly speaking, it may resemble Arnesso in his imagination… …

Suddenly, a picture of a tapestry came to mind.

An old man with white hair and no beard.

Arnesso wearing a crown, seen by the gravedigger.

In my memory, a white-haired old man wearing a crown. The ominous premonition comes true.

“X arm.”

“What did you say?”

“… … Um, no.” When Sir Langbolt looked puzzled, I quickly asked another question.

“So, what brought you to Longville?”

“Oh, that’s right.”

Sir Langbolt cleared his throat loudly and shrugged his shoulders.

“I’m on my way to ask my father for help.”

“… … “If it’s your father,”

I remembered the name I overheard in the hall earlier.

“Do you mean Count Lytton Earlshore? Lord of Southern Shore?”

“Yes, that’s right. “I need his fleet.”

“Why is the fleet… …

Sir Langbolt sighed deeply.

“The wave of death was really about to cross the sea.”

“… … yes?”

“The King of Death, who has been sweeping the empire, is crossing the ‘Blade of Blades’ and crossing into the Abidden region. “By bypassing the troops deployed on the plateau.”

“No, how could the undead,”

When I opened my mouth in bewilderment, Sir Ariad elaborated.

“The fishmen are helping them.”

“… … “Fishman?”

“It’s a very strong relationship. “Those who swept through South Harbor appeared in Blade’s Edge Bay.”

“I beg your pardon?”

When I opened my mouth wide, Sir Langbolt clicked his tongue and continued speaking.

“Thanks to this, not only Abidden but also the coastal waters became a mess. Besides, the young snake of Eyland is gathering a fleet.”

… … A young snake from Eyland.

Is this about my cousin?

“That’s why I’m thinking of borrowing a fleet from my father. Southern Shore’s steel fleet will be able to calm the chaos in Blade’s Edge Bay.”

“It’s not a very optimistic situation.”

Sir Ariad had a heavy expression.

“It is said that the East is also in chaos due to the assassination of the Marquis of Ivail, the guardian of the East, and the sudden succession. “Count Lytton will probably feel the burden of moving the steel fleet.”

“… … “You’ll have to go to find out.”

As I listened to the two knights talking, I was swearing in my mind.

My sub-character who almost killed Ellen, Popaluk Katalas, the ‘corpse maniac’.

The boss monster you missed in Chapter 2, ‘Priest of the Deep Sea’.

Those two guys joined hands.

… … Fuck you.