The Mad Dog of the Dukes House - Chapter 164



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Episode 164 52. Oasis

One.

That evening.

The Crown Prince visited the Sultan’s bedroom.

“father.”

“Son.”

Sultan, Kazir hugged his son with all his might.

He was the son she thought would never open his eyes again. When he saw his son come to her like this, it felt like the resentment she had been holding in was melting away.

The two of them shared a long moment of silence, and then Crown Prince Clarke smiled faintly and said to his father.

“I have come to you at this late hour because I have something to tell you, father.”

“I wanted to run to you as soon as I heard that you had come to your senses. But I hope you understand that it wasn’t a situation that warranted that.”

“I completely understand.”

“Your body… is… okay?”

“Saint Seria has continued to bless me. Thanks to her, I am now able to move around a bit.”

“Ohad must be cherishing you.”

Ohad, the only god worshipped by the people of the Pazar Sultanate.

Clark smiled bitterly at his father’s words.

Wouldn’t it be blasphemy to say that the blessing bestowed by the Saint of the Holy Kingdom belongs to Ohad?

“Sit down.”

“Yes, father.”

The Sultan offered his son a chair, and Clark slowly sat down on it.

It was only after I sat down on the chair that I could see my father’s face in detail.

A face with significantly deeper wrinkles than two months ago.

Although his energy level had dropped significantly, his father’s eyes were still full of determination.

“You look like you have a lot to ask me.”

The Sultan slowly poured tea into the cup in front of Clark.

Tea made by drying and steeping cactus.

A refreshing fragrance slowly spread into the Sultan’s bedroom.

Clark took a cautious sip of the tea his father had given him. Then he spoke in a low voice.

“… … How much did your father know?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Aslan, what he did.”

Aslan, the second son of the Sultan and Clark’s younger brother, is the second prince.

Clark continued, clenching his fists.

“Father, don’t you know where I fell?”

The Crown Prince must periodically perform ceremonies at the altar of Ali Oasis before ascending to the throne.

That is why Ali Oasis is a royal sanctuary.

Because there is an altar there dedicated to Ohad, the god of the Pazar Sultanate.

“Aslan, it was all his doing.”

Clark still remembered the smile Aslan had given him before he collapsed.

A younger brother who once treated him kindly.

It was about a year ago that my younger brother started to act strangely.

At first, I just felt sorry.

He always thought that it was his fault as the crown prince that his younger brother, who had always been overshadowed by him, was suffering.

So I wanted to take care of him. I wanted to provide him with all the conveniences so that he could be happy without any lack.

But at some point, a dark shadow began to fall over my brother’s face. The shadow continued to grow in size, and eventually it created a monster.

“Do you know what Aslan did at the altar?”

Clark’s hand trembled as he held his teacup.

“He sacrificed a human being, a very young child at that. He did it very skillfully, not just once or twice.”

The image of my brother smiling as he took the child’s life was still vivid in my mind.

Two months of sleeping in bed.

The sight of his brother exploding into flames tormented him like a never-ending nightmare.

“I don’t think it’s possible that my father didn’t know what I know.”

At Clark’s words, the Sultan lowered his head in silence.

Original sin.

All of this was his original sin.

“So I want to ask you, father. Since when… … . Since when did you know?”

“Son.”

“I would like to ask you, Aslan, whether you truly intend to hand the Sultanate over to that guy.”

Anger erupted from Clark’s lips, and the Sultan accepted his son’s anger in silence.

How much time has passed like that?

The Sultan put down his teacup feebly and looked at his son with a bitter expression.

“… … My eyes were dark, so I could only see you after you collapsed.”

Second, Aslan.

I’ve been hearing stories about that guy going astray for a long time.

But the Sultan tried hard to ignore the shadow of his second son.

Because it was a common sight among royals who failed to ascend to the throne.

I thought that if Clark ever became Sultan, Aslan’s condition would improve on its own.

But it was only after the crown prince had fallen that he finally realized it.

“You shouldn’t have left Aslan like that.”

How heartbreaking that indifference was.

“You must move now.”

“While you were down, Aslan had already won over most of the powerful nobles. Without a justification, this will be a tough fight.”

“Then are you just going to sit back and watch? Aslan has already… … .”

“There is no reason to have blood on your hands.”

The Sultan poured more tea into his cup. He smiled bitterly as he watched the steam rising from it.

“Samir brought a frighteningly sharp sword to the palace.”

“… … Are you talking about Caron Reston?”

“The Dukes of Reston. They are nobles of the Empire, but at the same time they are clearly distinct from the Empire. They know honor, and have been fighting demons for a very long time.”

A family that cannot be helped but be respected, even though it is a prestigious family from an enemy country.

That’s the Duke of Reston.

“I heard that you met with Charon Reston as soon as you woke up. I’m sure you told him about Aslan, too. So that’s it.”

The Sultan took another sip of tea cautiously.

And then he let out a small sigh and said:

“Make sure you don’t step forward and get covered in dirty things.”

“You’re blaming Caron Reston… … .”

“No, it’s not Caron Reston who is responsible.”

The Sultan looked at his beloved son with a forced smile.

“In the end, I will be responsible for all of this.”

One mistake is enough.

Sultan Qazir no longer wanted to burden the crown prince.

He slowly turned his head and looked out the window.

A bright full moon was shining in the night sky.

‘It must have started by now.’

The Sultan thought of Charon Reston.

An uncontrollable mad dog.

The sharp sword from the Empire will cut through the rotten parts of this palace.

Absolutely.

2.

It was a quiet night without even the sound of a bug chirping.

On that dark night, an uninvited guest visited the residence of Prince Aslan.

“Khuh, huh.”

Second Prince Aslan glared at the intruder with an evil expression.

“It’s you. You, you ruined my plan.”

“It’s not that I ruined it, it’s that I fixed it.”

They didn’t even have the slightest courtesy towards uninvited guests.

Only one type of person comes into someone else’s bedroom at this late hour of the night.

An assassin with a hidden identity.

But the opponent didn’t seem to have any intention of hiding his identity.

The moonlight streaming in through the window illuminated the intruder’s face.

As the moonlight touched the intruder’s head, his blond hair shone like platinum.

“Guardians! Where the hell are the guards!”

Aslan shouted harshly toward the door, but no one came into the bedroom.

“You little punk, you’re throwing a tantrum.”

The intruder smiled brightly, reached out his hand, and immediately crushed Aslan’s hand.

Kkudduk.

A scream burst from Aslan’s mouth, accompanied by the sound of bones twisting.

“Kwaaaaak!”

“What if you’re already in pain? The guy who tried to kill my brother shouldn’t be collapsing at this level. It’s the guards’ shift change right now. But it seems like the shift change is a little late for some reason? In other words, no one will come to save you.”

The intruder, Charon, laughed and kicked Aslan in the stomach.

OK.

Kwaaaaang-!

Aslan’s body flew and crashed into the wall.

“Actually, when I first heard the story from the Crown Prince, I didn’t rule out the possibility that you were a victim of black magic. But when I actually met you like this… … . That wasn’t it?”

Charon strode towards Aslan.

I can see it with my own eyes.

Aslan didn’t simply use black magic, to be precise.

“You signed a contract.”

It was certain that a contract had been made with the Demons.

“You made a contract with a demon who has something to do with sloth. Right?”

“Coolook.”

Blood flowed from Aslan’s mouth.

Srrrrrr.

Charon drew his guillotine and aimed it at Aslan’s neck.

Then Aslan smiled bitterly and said:

“Yeah, so that great father abandoned me. Hehe. Now that my brother is awake, does that mean I don’t have to worry about him anymore?”

There was a thick hatred in his voice.

“Are you planning to kill me here? If you want to kill me, then go ahead and kill me. The moment you kill me, this country… … .”

“Are you retarded?”

Phew.

Charon drove the guillotine deep into Aslan’s calf.

“If a rebellion breaks out in this country, it’s good for me. The Sultanate of Pazar is the enemy of the Empire. The enemy is weakening, so why should I hesitate?”

Woooooooooo-!

The guillotine began to glow even darker as it absorbed Charon’s magic. And after a while, the guillotine began to greedily devour the black magic that was in Aslan’s body.

“Greed. Humans can be greedy. Humans are greedy creatures to begin with.”

There is no human being in this world who is not greedy.

Because humans have always developed through greed.

That is why Charon does not deny the greed itself. Even right now, doesn’t he have a desire for revenge? That too is a form of greed.

“But shouldn’t you have used it to the extent that you could handle it?”

As the guillotine was thrust into Aslan’s body, the situation became clear.

-master.

‘I’m familiar with it. I know exactly which bastard’s black magic it is.’

I heard various information about Aslan from the crown prince.

A man who didn’t even like women that much started to show off his womanizing and became the subject of dirty rumors.

Didn’t the third prince, Amin, also become more and more depraved as he associated with Aslan?

sexual desire.

Superficial nature.

And the retinue of sloth.

There is only one demon in this world who would dye a contractor like that.

“Out of all the demons, why did you make a contract with a dream demon?”

nightmare.

A group of extremely shallow people who grow in size by preying on the desires of their contractors.

It was just those guys.

Aslan burst into laughter at Charon’s words.

“You don’t know. The misery of the royal family who couldn’t become the crown prince. That misery… … .”

Taaaaah.

Charon slapped Aslan in the face with his hand.

Aslan’s lips were covered in blood from the merciless touch.

“You guys always rationalize things. I have a close friend, a prince, and I’d rather have that idiot. At least he works hard. He doesn’t seem to have much desire for the throne, though.”

That’s just an excuse.

Just because your situation is miserable, it doesn’t mean you should drag others into the same pit.

Evil is truly sincere.

It always lives in places that cannot be seen, and its power grows without rest.

Just like this.

Taaaaah.

Charon slapped Aslan in the face again and spoke in a low voice.

“Come out now. I know what you’re listening to. If you don’t come out, I’ll kill your contractor.”

At that moment, Aslan lowered his head. And a moment later, a woman’s alluring voice was heard in Charon’s ear.

【Humans really grow up so quickly. Who would have thought that the little kid I met 4 years ago would grow up so deliciously! My whole body feels tingly.】

Caron remembers that voice.

A dream horse that appeared at a banquet in the palace four years ago.

It was the voice of the dream horse that had been split in half by Charon.

“As expected, this wasn’t an ordinary dreamcatcher. Well, there’s no way a cheap dreamcatcher like that could have that kind of power.”

【Aren’t you curious about my name? If you want, I’ll tell you.】

Crunch-!

In an instant, Charon slashed the air with his guillotine.

OK.

Saruruk-!

Flower petals fell from the air, and soon a half-naked demon appeared.

She looked at Charon with the guillotine stuck in her neck, then spread her arms and said.

“Leia. That’s my name. I want you to remember it.”

Leia.

The queen of dreamers was smiling.

There’s a mad dog living in the duke’s house