The Mad Dog of the Dukes House - Chapter 82



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Episode 82 25. A Merry Rebellion

One.

-Are you saying you still haven’t been able to contact Owen?

“Yes, that’s right. I tried contacting the communication port, but there was no response.”

-… … It was simply a mission to escort Caron Reston. It wasn’t a mission to go through any dangerous places. There’s no way something could have happened.

Dekal, the second-in-command of the Knights of Leven, was speaking with Count Leandro through the communications port.

“Are you by any chance having fun in Thebes?”

Thebes is a city famous for its entertainment.

By now it was time to arrive in Thebes, but since there was no further contact, it could not be ruled out that they were enjoying themselves there.

Count Leandro responded to Decal’s words with a look of displeasure.

– He’s not that thoughtless. He must have left a message in the communication channel saying that the Southerners were provoking him.

“yes.”

-Tell Owen to contact me as soon as he responds. By the way, is it true that Prince Revelio has come to Leven?

“Yes. I am currently speaking with Nur at the auction house.”

-Why at a time like this… … Did you ask why?

“They said they came to retrieve a peculiar slave. It seems that Caron Reston boasted about an elf slave to the 6th Prince.”

– Make sure he’s treated well so he doesn’t complain. I’ll make sure those Southerners stop this madness and go back right away, so you help Nur buy time.

“I will obey your command, Your Majesty.”

With those words, the communication ended, and Decal put the communication device back in his pocket.

And then he let out a small sigh and walked towards the window.

This is the headquarters of the Knights of Levin.

Ten knights were called up to guard Charon, and eighty-five of those who remained headed to the southern border.

There are at most four knights left in the headquarters, including him.

There was only one reason why they remained here even though the lord had gone on an expedition.

A detention center located underground in the Knights Templar headquarters.

Because someone had to guard this place where valuable slaves were kept.

‘If it were empty, we would have gone out with the lord, but… … We have to keep an eye on those monster bastards imprisoned underground.’

Currently, the underground camp houses several slaves who are not easily available.

In particular, one female nobleman and one male giant.

The nobleman’s martial arts skills were so excellent that two knights were seriously injured during the process of capturing him. He was a slave who should never be taken off guard, as he was able to seriously injure two people while fighting at a ratio of 15 to 1.

And the giants.

A creature with a massive size of 3m and incredible strength.

Moreover, it had such incredible regenerative powers that I had to go down every hour to cut its tendons.

‘They’re a nuisance, but if you just put them up for auction, you can make a lot of money.’

Among the Suin tribe, women from the Ho tribe were one of the most expensive commodities to trade as they were difficult to capture.

And the same goes for the giants.

You could sell them for a very high price to those who came to the slave market, like wizards.

So the only mission given to Decal was to remain in the city and guard the underground camp.

In the midst of all this, a very annoying troublemaker named Prince Revelio appeared.

“Phew.”

Just as he was about to take out the pack of cigarettes he had put in the drawer with a sigh.

Squeak!

The door opened abruptly and a pale-faced soldier rushed into his room.

“Decal Sir! We’re in trouble!”

“What’s going on that makes you so fuss?”

“We have received reports that unidentified forces are currently approaching the Knights Templar headquarters!”

At those words, Decal jumped up from his seat and shouted.

“What are you talking about now?”

“Armed troops are advancing on the headquarters! In the lead is a knight in black armor, supported by the ragtag hordes of the Cobbler’s Manpower Office! Mutiny. Mutiny!”

“… … Cobbler? This crazy slave trader can’t even tell the difference anymore! Call in the troops waiting in the city immediately!”

Then the soldier answered with a troubled expression.

“The majority of the troops are currently gathered in the square.”

“Why is there anyone in the square at this hour… … .”

“Prince Revelio has said that he would like to teach the citizens of Reven… … Most of the troops have been deployed to escort the prince.”

“Fuck.”

Cobbler.

That peculiar slave trader.

A slave trader who treats slaves like gold and jade, a man who is not in his right mind.

Why would a guy like that raise an army?

The number of troops he can raise is at most around thirty.

Even compared to other slave traders, their number of troops was pitiful.

“That disgusting guy commits suicide in a really cool way.”

Decal gritted his teeth as he recalled the cobbler’s appearance, which was unpleasant just to think about.

I don’t know what on earth they were thinking when they did this, but it’s ultimately suicidal.

The number of troops waiting at the Knights Templar headquarters alone exceeds fifty.

There were four knights there, so it was not an army that a mere slave trader could handle.

Just one thing.

The Black Knight with the Cobbler gang kept getting on my nerves.

So Decal checked the information with the soldier once again.

“Are you sure that guy wearing black armor is a knight?”

“I’m not sure!”

“Maybe they just put a black armor on a random guy.”

There is no way a mere slave trader could hire a knight.

Knights are very proud beings.

If I had to die, I would die. I would never work under a slave trader.

Decal, who had slowly made up his mind, grabbed his sword and stood up.

“The crazy guy wants to die, so we have to kill him. Declare an emergency situation to all the troops within the headquarters, and gather in front of the headquarters immediately.”

“Yes, Sir Decal!”

The soldier who received the order ran outside in a hurry.

Decal took a deep breath, clenching and unclenching his fists.

“… … I don’t feel good.”

It’s already been 25 years since I started living as a knight.

My intuition, honed over the years, was telling me that something was seriously wrong.

But he just quietly does what he has to do.

He slowly gathered his composure and immediately left the room.

2.

In less than ten minutes, all remaining troops at headquarters were gathered in front of the doors of the Knights’ headquarters.

The soldiers’ equipment was in excellent condition.

Well maintained armor and weapons.

Gunki maintains a calm expression as much as possible even in an embarrassing situation.

They looked like soldiers from a border city.

The four knights, including Decal, stood in front of the soldiers and silently watched the front.

The streets were eerily quiet as the 6th Prince summoned all the citizens of the city.

“……come.”

Decal spoke to the soldiers in a low voice.

A group of people was approaching from afar.

A number that seems to be at least fifty.

Unlike the soldiers who were lined up in an orderly manner, they were walking in their own separate directions, as if advertising that they were a rabble.

Their appearance was more like that of neighborhood gangsters.

But in this fortress city, taking up arms without the lord’s permission means only one thing.

“You really are thinking of rebelling. You crazy bastards.”

Decal muttered with a distorted expression on his face.

Clearly, the opponent is a group of people who are all in the middle of nowhere.

There is no way that those who capture slaves and sell them in the dark can defeat elite soldiers who have undergone rigorous training.

But none of those present could ignore the rebels.

It was all because of the black knight standing at the forefront of the rebels.

“It wasn’t… … fake.”

Decal let out a small breath as he looked at the knight in black armor.

The moment I saw the article, I knew it at a glance.

That’s real.

These aren’t just armor-clad thugs, there are real knights out there.

Otherwise, this feeling of oppression could not be explained.

The article wasn’t just intimidating.

fear.

Amidst the immense pressure, fear began to spread rapidly among the soldiers.

It felt as if disaster was marching towards them.

“… … Everyone, don’t be agitated.”

Decal spoke to the soldiers in an effort to remain calm.

Maybe that was something he was saying to himself.

Crunch.

Finally, when the rebels reached a distance of about fifty paces, they stopped advancing.

Decal shouted at them as he drew his sword.

“Disarm and surrender immediately. You are committing a rebellion! If you repent now and surrender obediently, you will be spared the death penalty!”

But all he got in return was ridicule.

“Hahahaha! Did you hear that, Master? It seems like that mustachioed bastard has lost his mind! I’m going to spare him the death penalty, you know? Hey, Decal! My wish has always been to burn off your mustache!”

“… … Cobbler!”

A cheap slave trader insults a knight to his face.

It wouldn’t be a problem even if I drew my sword and cut off his head right now.

But Decal had no choice but to continue the standoff with his lips tightly shut.

Black Knight, because the author’s skills were simply unfathomable.

“Rather, it’s you who should surrender! Knights won’t surrender because they have to suck the lord’s asshole… … Soldiers are different!”

Cobbler shouted at the soldiers, revealing his yellow teeth.

“Join us right now! Then you can at least save your life! Wouldn’t that lessen your guilt a little?”

It was a ridiculous sophistry.

At those words, Decal immediately raised his voice.

“You rebels dare to discuss crimes. What crimes do you want to accuse us of?”

Then the cobbler said, chopping the decal apart.

“That sin… … Our Master will tell you! Isn’t that right, Master?”

Cobbler looked at the black knight and whispered meanly.

Then the black knight took off his helmet and let out a soft breath.

“Didn’t I tell you to brush your teeth? Your breath smells, so please stay away from me.”

Shiny blonde hair.

Blue eyes that shine dazzlingly brightly.

Decal was smart enough to remember who the author was.

“… …Caron Reston?”

The youngest of the Duke of Reston.

And just yesterday, a customer came here and bought an elf slave.

Why is Charon, who should have arrived in Thebes with the Knights of Levin by now, here?

Decal spoke to Caron with a scowl on his face.

“Why are you here, Lord Charon? And… why are you with those rebels… .”

Then Charon answered with a smirk.

“Have I come to a place I shouldn’t be?”

“… … I don’t know what you’re thinking, but disarm yourself right now. Even if you’re Lord Karon, you won’t be free from responsibility.”

“What crime have I committed? I don’t understand it at all. Can you explain it to me?”

“I don’t know the details, but what Lord Karon is doing right now is clearly an act of rebellion! With the Zion Kingdom’s bastards disrupting our borders, this kind of behavior is causing great harm to the security of the Empire… … .”

“Is it okay to commit illegal acts like slave trade by using soldiers who are supposed to guard the border? If I do this, it’s romance, but if someone else does it, isn’t it an affair?”

Charon lightly laughed at Decal’s words and slowly pulled the guillotine out of its scabbard. Then he spoke in a sly voice.

“It is said that Prince Rebellio personally investigated and discovered evidence of treason from Count Leandro.”

“That’s crazy! There’s no way His Majesty would do something like that!”

“The guy who told me to press has already confessed everything. That’s right, you’re the vice-captain of the Knights of Leven, right? Aren’t you curious about what happened to your comrades who guarded me?”

Decal answered those words with a trembling voice.

“……no way.”

“The ten people, including Owen, the leader of the Knights of Leven, resisted violently during the arrest process, so they were summarily executed on the spot… … This is my official position. Of course, my unofficial position is a bit different, but are you curious? If you are curious, tell me.”

Caron smiled broadly as he adjusted his grip on the guillotine.

“Now, who are the rebels?”

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