episode_0102

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The reason why the evil of tyranny failed to be revived was because of Edanant.

Ludmilla’s mental strength, which had been shaking precariously like a sand castle before the waves, became solid again as soon as she was held in Edanant’s arms. As a result, the red dragon lost the chance for resurrection.

You can’t fail like this.

Subsequent attempts at erosion were unsuccessful.

The tyrant’s fortune, which had been watching Ludmilla’s progress with a helpless heart, happened to seize the opportunity. As soon as she heard that Edanant had gone far away with the second saint, Ludmilla’s reason began to waver again, just as it had when she was about to be resurrected.

Isn’t it ironic?

It was Edanant who prevented the resurrection, and it was Edanant who encouraged it.

It was like a double-sided blade.

Originally, feelings toward the opposite sex are feelings that are accompanied by both hope and despair.

“eda, Nant… ! Edanant!”

Ludmila, who had traveled from the Imperial Capital to the Marquis of Hohenberg in a single bound, repeated the name of the man she loved while taking precarious steps.

It is an imminent situation.

Soon the detonator will explode.

Her jet-black eyes and eerily shining red eyes were proof of this.

-Take it away. Take away everything you want!

The image of Edanant and Zeveline leaving while whispering their love to each other flashed through my mind like a flash of light. At the same time, voices calling for tyranny rang out.

Again.

The voice I experienced back then came again.

Ludmilla, who had at least some reason left, swallowed her sleep and suppressed the revival of tyranny. It was because of the fear that if the revival could not be suppressed like this, disaster-like disasters might pour out.

“Princess Ludmilla… ?”

“… … .”

at that time.

A girl with flowing silver hair approached.

The saint dressed in pure white robes was clearly Zeveline. Ludmilla, who saw Zeveline, flashed even bloodier red eyes, showing murderous intent.

“Jebeline… ! Where is edanant?”

Zeveline, who witnessed the dark whirlpool that seemed to engulf the Marquis of Hohenberg at any moment, arrived at the scene immediately.

I saw a pure white saint.

Then the whirlpool that swept around became even stronger.

Zebeline’s hasty approach to the scene served as a cause for hastening the revival of tyranny. As soon as Ludmilla made eye contact with the Holy Emperor’s rival, she gritted her teeth and clenched her fists.

“How dare you run away with Edanant at night! Saints are always coveting someone else’s fiancé! Like the second saint, Beatrice, who ran away with the hero!”

“What on earth does that mean…? .”

“Don’t act like a fool! You ran away with Edanant!”

“… … .”

What do you mean?

I don’t understand the English language at all.

Didn’t Ludmilla discover that Edanant had colluded with the Disaster God’s apostles? Zeveline, who was watching Ludmilla’s reaction with anxious feelings, could not hide her expression of wonder.

“It’s really absurd. You’re making a mess of people around you because of a trivial misunderstanding.”

“Well, it’s not like poetry… ?”

The red dragon and the white dragon were enemies from the beginning.

There is no such thing as compromise.

There is only struggle and antagonism.

There was a time when we fought together to help Edanant, but the essence did not change. Zeveline glared at her rival and archenemy, revealing contempt born of instinct.

“I hated you from the beginning. I have a strong personality like a wild boar, so I was annoyed from the beginning by the way he kept slapping his tail at Edanant when he was an old maid who couldn’t get married.”

“In the end, Edanant chose me. First saint, not you. It’s funny how they struggle because they don’t want to admit defeat. Am I wrong?”

White thunderbolts struck all at once.

As if responding, blackened flames shot up like a pillar of fire.

Lightning and flames.

The gods of the white and red dragons, clearly divided into black and white, clashed.

An unprecedented natural disaster occurred that shook the atmosphere and shook the ground. The aftermath that occurred in the County of Hilidar, which was almost like a ghost town, eventually extended to the Hohenberg family.

‘Until Edanant clears the scene… I guess I’ll have to take some time. Phew, I hate such reckless roles. ‘I’ll bill you for every single one later, Ethan.’

National Chilgang.

Guardian of the Valtaria Empire.

Ludmilla’s appearance, clad in black flames, was like the embodiment of a nightmare.

Jeveline, who witnessed the majesty of Ludmilla slowly taking steps while spitting out flames, reacted in astonishment but did not back down. It was for Edanant, who hosted the meeting of the apostles.

* * *

That’s not a red dragon.

Something was different.

It had been transformed into a strange form that I had never seen before.

God of disaster.

It was close to a fear threatening humanity.

Ludmilla’s appearance, engulfed in a dark divine power, reminded me of Edanant, who brought down the disaster of war. In particular, the blackened eyes and the flames as dark as the abyss were telling.

‘Surely it’s innocent misfortune? No, everything except the disaster of war would have disappeared from the world?’

Death was defeated by the saint’s party.

And tyranny and starvation were reduced to distant relics that no one would remember.

What on earth?

The divine power that was shaking before my eyes was clearly ‘the misfortune of innocence.’

Could it be that there are treasures that have not been revealed to the public? .

Jebeline, who had been observing Ludmilla’s changes, eventually had to give up her thoughts. This is because pitch-black flames flew in, sweeping the ground like huge waves.

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The aftermath of lightning and flames colliding swept the surrounding area.

Next, Ludmilla, with both hands wrapped in flames, kicked the ground and reached Zeveline. It seemed like he was planning to find Edanant after defeating him with one blow.

“… Hmm, I knew that would happen.”

Jeveline stretched out her hand.

Then, with a bright flash, the scepter of the midnight sun appeared.

He took out the sacred weapon of the Holy Emperor.

Zeveline raised the midnight sun scepter towards Ludmilla, who had narrowed the distance as if aiming a gun.

“Ugh!”

Ludmila, sensing a crisis, raised both hands.

At the same time, overlapping rays of light shot out with fierce force from the scepter of the midnight sun.

It was like the moment when a huge monster was defeated with a single blow in the Kingdom of Boemon. Ludmila, who had been hit directly by the Earth Mother’s divine power, swallowed her sleep and swung both hands.

Blah blah blah!!

The beam of light was torn apart.

Like a violent beast, he canceled out the attack with only his strength.

Seeing Ludmilla’s bold appearance, which was hardly a sign of reason at all, Zebeline readjusted her stance by grabbing the scepter of the midnight sun with both hands. This is because Ludmila’s state of madness was more serious than expected.

‘You’re really crazy. Can old maid hysteria become that serious? When I return to the Holy Kingdom, I will have to be on the lookout for all the old maids on the continent.’

A tyranny that wipes out everything around it.

A merciless intimidation that spreads through constantly radiating malignancy and pressure.

I just proved it with a single blow.

That must have been an innocent fortune similar to Edanant’s godhood.

I don’t know the detailed reason.

What was important now was that a tyranny that transcended hundreds of years existed right before our eyes.

“For me and Ethan’s happy future… Just give up and fall.”

“First saint. I will kill you right here.”

A bloody battle between rivals surrounding a man.

The conflict that arose from a small misunderstanding came to shake the Marquis of Hohenberg.

No matter who wins, the result will be catastrophe.

But it didn’t matter as long as we could decide the winner.

The princess of the empire who created the flames and lightning and the saintess of the Holy Empire glared at each other and prepared for the final blow. It was to ultimately obtain the Hohenberg family’s wedding ring with Edanant.

“Stop.”

When the fight was about to reach its peak,

A man wearing black armor stretched out his hands and tried to dissuade Ludmilla and Zeveline.

“Alternative… What’s going on, Ludmilla?”

The red dragon of the empire was reduced to an apostle of the God of Disaster.

Facing the corrupted appearance of Ludmilla, Edanant swallowed his sleep and opened his mouth. The divine power that erupted like a flame burning the mountains and rivers was clearly the fortune of Mugo.

Why on earth?

I faced Ludmilla with the same question as the saint.

But I didn’t back down.

Even if she was reduced to an apostle of the God of Disaster, Ludmilla was still Ludmilla. Edanant reached out for the woman he loved and tried to embrace her in his arms. Like when we kissed together on the terrace.

“It’s okay since I came.”

“Shut up, you damn libertine. You have always crossed paths with me and the saint. No, if you include Liza, it’s three legs! Your indecisive outlook on relationships is the cause!”

uh.

Something is strange.

Normally, Ludmilla would have blushed and forgiven me for anything.

However, even though he held out one hand and sweetly whispered love, only his murderous intent returned.

Ludmilla unleashed maximum firepower to the point where it was close to its limit. Pillars of pitch-black fire soared into the air, creating a fire disaster.

“Because of you, because of you… !”

Sigh-.

Dragon wings made of flame stretched out from behind his back.

That’s not all.

Ludmilla’s red eyes even became sharper like a dragon.

“You promised to marry me… ! Are you running away at night with a saint from the Holy Empire?”

The karma of playing with the hearts of the princess and the saint while straddling them has reached the point where it threatens their lives.

Die.

I might die from Ludmilla.

Edanant swallowed dryly and confronted Ludmilla, who had turned into the embodiment of jealousy.