episode_0188

The knights opened fire all at once.

It was not something I did consciously, but rather a conditioned reaction that was ingrained in my body.

But their reaction stopped there.

The knights stared at Leopold in an awkward position, unable to even aim their drawn swords.

Confusion and hesitation appeared on his face.

It’s only natural.

The sudden change of the prince, who seemed to have been persuaded by the Marquis Wallenstein, and the content of the words he cried out must have been extremely perplexing.

I, too, was embarrassed.

“His Majesty Leopold just said… ?”

“Her Royal Highness Empress Isabella is a witch? Wasn’t the witch Ophelia? Plus, the assassin of the royal family… ?”

“The last line of blood… ?”

The knights began to stir.

If what Leopold said was true, pointing a sword at him would have been tantamount to treason against the empire itself.

However, if they were to believe that, it would be difficult for them to accept a story without any evidence.

In the end, the knights seemed to have chosen a neutral response, unable to decide either way.

By not attacking first, but maintaining the siege itself.

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Marquis Wallenstein stared at the knights for a moment, then put down his head and placed his hand on the hilt of his sword.

“His Majesty Leopold. You’re being overly pretentious. I can understand your desire to trust your mistress, but… But you are trying to blame Her Majesty the Empress? Right now, I’ll pretend you didn’t hear it, so put your sword away. It’s unbecoming of royal family to fall for the world of beauty.”

… I’m not your lover, you bastard.

Wallenstein gives advice as if soothing a child. It was too rude to be said to be directed at the prince.

It looks like he’s slowly revealing his true colors.

Rather than sheathing his sword, Leopold also raised the tip of his sword towards him.

“You must be the one who fell for the beauty world, Wallenstein. Does Isabella’s skirt look amazing? So much so that even an old man in his seventies would drool without shame.”

and.

It was a statement full of admiration.

Leopold’s criticism of his conciliatory attitude was dozens of times more crude than I expected. To the point where I could not believe my ears were listening.

“Now, what… .”

Wallenstein, whose expression had not changed at all until now, also furrowed his eyebrows as if he had not expected such criticism.

“Why are you so angry? I understand everything. The honey of a woman who had masturbated with a cutlery all her life, but tasted it for the first time in her old age. What sweet pleasure this must have been! It’s worth throwing away everything, loyalty and honor, and just wallowing around. I will soon have another sibling. My father and mother are different from me.”

“… … It seems like you’re completely obsessed with that woman. So much so that you lose your sanity. Even His Majesty the late Emperor could not say that to me.”

“If he had seen you bonding with Isabella, your father would have thought differently. Aren’t you cheering me on by now?”

Finally, Wallenstein drew his sword.

A sword body with a dull blue glow. As he assured, this too was Jin Eun’s sword.

Leopold swallowed dryly and turned to me.

The face, with cold sweat running down it, was smiling faintly.

“This is how it happened… I guess we have no choice but to fight. I will only trust the princess.”

“That’s unexpected. Honestly, I didn’t expect you to choose your battles here. Even though you know there is almost no chance of winning.”

I answered without taking my eyes off Wallenstein.

There was no time to look anywhere else.

The moment he pulled out his sword, a mountain-like force began to press down on me.

Imperial First Sword.

okay. Unfortunately, it appears that the fame was not a bubble.

“How much longer can you live like that? At best, I’ll end up like Ernst. You do not follow the words of those who cannot be trusted.”

“That’s bold. You should have said that a long time ago.”

Words mixed with laughter.

Leopold also smiled and cleared his throat.

Persval looked back and forth between me and Leopold, then sighed and drew his sword.

“I owe it to you… .”

Although he muttered quietly as if he was lamenting.

“Persval. Please take care of His Highness the Prince.”

He took out the scorched frost paw, put it on his left arm, and gave an order to Persval. It might be a little difficult to deal with them with Persval’s skills, but there’s nothing you can do.

No matter how I look at it, I don’t think I have time to worry about the prince’s safety.

“Princess Aishangior. Are you really going to turn down the alcohol and drink the beolju? You probably know what it means to fight here.”

“You sound like Kwonju. An old man like you will drink whatever is given to you, but unfortunately, I have decided to quit drinking!”

After a long wait, the sword of oath that was finally drawn flashed with a cold light.

“That’s fortunate. As long as they refuse to enforce imperial law and show hostility… What the princess will have to drink from now on will not be alcohol.”

Wallenstein pointed his sword at me.

The momentum spreading in all directions gathered at the tip of the sword.

“Carl Roth’s sword, Werner von Wallenstein, declares! As of the present time, Khahar’s princess, Hashar Aishangior, is considered a suspect in the royal assassination! All members of the Imperial Knights are ready to attack! Fulfill your knightly duty!”

With a firm command, the empire’s strongest sword fell like a landslide.

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Despite the Marquis Wallenstein’s order, the knights were unable to swing their swords for a while.

When it came to securing Prince Leopold, I was very reluctant to point my sword at the royal family.

Empress Isabella’s edict only ordered the securing of Princess Aishangior, and the prince’s suspicions were nothing more than Marquis Wallenstein’s inferences.

Just in case, it turns out that Prince Leopold was also deceived… Only they who pointed a sword at him would be in trouble.

In addition, Persval, who growled and raised his sword, was also concerned.

Because what he does is like a torturer, the author was also an excellent knight in the Royal Guard, both in swordsmanship and mental strength.

In the history of the Royal Guard, he was the only one who ate forty rye breads without water.

Even senior knights who had been active within the Order for many years shook their heads and said he was a terrible bastard.

However, if they were to attack Princess Aishangior, there was absolutely no room for intervention.

A battle between masters, especially the highest level masters.

Because it was not a battlefield where ordinary knights could intervene.

– Ka-ga-ga-ga-ga-gang!

The two swords collide like crazy, releasing thunderous power.

It was as if order and chaos were fighting.

Ishangior uses all of his limbs, including his sword, left hand, and legs, to unleash a storm of consecutive attacks.

In response, Marquis Wallenstein was calmly blocking all these attacks with a single long sword held in both hands.

“Is that Kahar’s beast predator…? !”

“Lord Wallenstein’s whistle… At that age, is it even worth it?”

In the eyes of the knights, the gap between the two did not seem that large.

Strangely enough.

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The Empire’s strongest sword, Werner von Wallenstein.

Unlike Orhan’s momentum… When I actually fought, it was surprisingly worth holding on to.

“Well, it’s more worth doing than I thought. Do you think the nickname “Empire’s Best Bubble” is true?”

He continues his attacks with excitement and taunts.

If this level of skill is the limit, to put it bluntly, the word bubble is correct.

But if I say I have an advantage… It wasn’t that far, though.

– Kaaaang!

The left hand, which was stretched out as if to stab, was hit by the tip of the sword and bounced away, and the subsequent slash was also blocked.

I didn’t do my best, but… However, it was not a power that could be blocked so easily.

If it had been Nigel, he would have at least been pushed back.

“Bubble, that’s a nostalgic nickname. Did you hear from Orhan?”

Wallenstein, who lay down his sword and let out Durandal, asked back calmly.

… No, I saw it on the strategy site.

Have you ever called Orhan that?

“Well, I have a bad relationship with my father.”

“Is that so?”

Wallenstein put away his sword and straightened his posture, smiling coldly.

All my senses rang an alarm.

– Quaaa!!

A slash that I instinctively blocked. The ground beneath my feet breaks apart in concentric circles.

The aftermath of the impact became a gust of wind and pushed the knights away.

Unlike so far, where he was focused solely on defense, Wallenstein’s attack for the first time was… .

It was a faster strike than expected.

“Indeed, you took it without even bending your knees. It looks like you inherited some strength. I’m just jealous.”

“He’s old and has no teeth!”

Pull up, add strength, and push away the sword that is in contact with you.

The vortex of murder that wrapped around my body glowed red and writhed.

“It’s a typified killing job… I’ve heard that there are people like that sometimes. This is my first time seeing it in person.”

Wallenstein’s sword slowly began to be pushed away.

Although I was inferior in depth of training and swordsmanship itself, I had a slight advantage in strength and speed.

A physical ability that surpasses that of even a knight who has trained for decades.

Even though it was my body, it was a force that was no different from foul play at any time.

“Okay. As they say, I am already old. Will you be able to overcome a young man in his prime?”

“For an excuse, it’s pathetic―.”

“… So we should do it like this.”

The moment Wallenstein strangely bent the hilt of his sword, heaven and earth turned upside down.

“Huh?”

A pile of dirt jumping up in front of your eyes.

A shock to the shoulder announced the situation.

It’s not that heaven and earth turned upside down, it’s that I was thrown to the ground.

Even after experiencing it myself, I couldn’t understand what the principle was.

– Quad deud deuk!

With the momentum of being thrown down, he digs into the ground with his shoulder blades and slides for several meters.

“Keuuuut… !”

The moment I barely stopped holding on to the floor,

– Huh!

With a sharp sound, three swords struck the fallen head.

Knights.

They were people who stopped thinking for themselves due to unresolved doubts and decided to obey orders.