Chapter 134
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Meanwhile, at the royal palace, King Granard Zain also received the news of the arrival of Raidorl’s army.
“Oh! You have finally arrived, he has kept me waiting for so long!”
Granard, seated on his throne, shouted an ovation and slapped his knee.
Granard’s appearance as a witch’s apostle has changed dramatically since he was once known as the wise and powerful king.
His hair was dyed white, his cheeks were thin, and he looked as if he had grown old and sick.
His eyes, however, shine brightly and are tinged with the madness of a blazing fire.
“……Yes, it would seem so.”
Sighing softly so as not to attract the king’s attention, the Prime Minister, Lockwood Marcell, nodded.
On his knees and face down, the Prime Minister’s expression is somehow cloudy, and his eyes have a gloomy, thoughtful light in them.
“There is already a battle on the walls. The guards and the knights of the Kingsguard, who were sent as reinforcements, are fighting back.”
“Good, Good. So ….. is that where Raidorl is?”
“……soldiers have confirmed that His Royal Highness is leading the enemy forces.”
“Kukuku, Well, well, well, he’s come a long way. For the first time I feel like praising my stupid brother. At last, the time has come to put to death the rebels who threaten my throne!”
Granard covers his face with his hands and his lips form a crescent.
The eyes of the mad king are bloodshot and excited like a drug addict, his lips lifted in joy.
He is so happy that he is going to kill his own brother, who he shares his blood with, that he is bobbing his shoulders up and down in a violent frenzy.
“…………”
Lockwood’s face contorts as he looks up at Granard, who continues to chuckle.
Lockwood has been a loyal servant of the kingdom of Zain since the time of the last king, and has been the guardian of Granard since the latter fell ill.
Lockwood bit his lip in pain at the sight of the transformation of Granard, whom he had looked after as if he were his own child.
Perhaps there was another option.
If only he hadn’t banished Raidorl five years ago. If only he had persuaded Granard.
Lockwood wished he had been able to support Granard more firmly, not only in his political work but also in his emotional support.
If only he could have come up with something to help the two brothers make up for their differences.
It wouldn’t have turned out this way.
Perhaps Granard would not have fallen so far and become an apostle of witchcraft.
“…………”
Lockwood Marcell was so consumed with regret that he could only kneel with his head bowed.
“Lockwood, we are on schedule. We will now execute the women who are being held hostage. I’m going to cut off their heads so that Raidorl can see them on the castle walls. Do you have a problem with that?”
“….Of course, Your Majesty. There can be no objection. I will bring the hostages to you as soon as I can.”
Lockwood walked out of the throne room and ordered the knights waiting outside to fetch Neimilia and Ceilia.
At the moment, most of the knights of the Kingsguard are on their way to reinforce the walls of the city, so there are very few knights guarding the palace. The civil servants were also temporarily absent by Lockwood’s order, so the interior of the palace was quiet and deserted.
After a short wait, the hostages are brought in by several knights.
The two women, Neimilia and Célia, who were under house arrest in a room in the royal palace, walked in with shackles on their hands.
The knight who had pulled them together glanced at Lockwood.
“….Thank you very much.”
“……..”
Nodding back at Lockwood, who bows his head, the five knights step into the throne room with their hostages. Lockwood does not follow them, but continues to stand in the corridor.
“Hmm, there you are.”
Granard, who was waiting on the throne, laughed mockingly at the sight of the two beautiful women, who were so pitifully shackled.
“Befitting of being Raidorl’s women.”
“…………”
The first thing that comes to their mind is an insult. Célia raises her eyebrows in disgust. Neimilia, on the other hand, turned her gaze away without changing her expression.
“What’s the matter? Are you speechless with fear of being executed? Why don’t you kneel down and beg for your life? Maybe I’ll change my mind.”
Célia knows, help was on its way. She squints her eyes and asks Granard in a mocking tone.
“……Hey, King. Can I ask you one question?”
“Mm……?”
The first thing that came out of her mouth was not a plea for her life, as Granard would have liked, but a question. Granard frowned uncomfortably as the princess stared resolutely at him.
“My father is a tyrant. All he ever talks about is the war and how he’ll kill his own children if it’s necessary for the Empire. In fact, my grandfather was killed by him.”
“……what are you talking about, Raidorl’s women?”
“But Papa may be a bad man, but he is an emperor with a good cause. He wants to build his Empire so that it will be strong enough to fight the witches. He wants to protect this continent from the evil of the witches. That’s why he chose to become a tyrant.”
“………”
“Hey, King. Do you have a cause like Papa? What ideals do you want to achieve by killing your own brother, Raidorl?”
“…… nonsense. You depressing bitch.”
Granard’s face turned sullen when he heard her question.
He was going to execute the hostages, torment Raidorl, and ridicule his brother for not being able to protect his own woman, but he felt like he was being distracted.
“A cause? Ideals? A true king has no need for such things! I am the firstborn of the royal blood of Zain, the rightful king! A true king on the throne is the right way for a country to be! All I’m doing is righting a wrong! I am righting a country that would accept a man like Raidorl as king!”
Granard stands up from the throne, spreads his hands and utters in awe.
“If I cannot be king, then there is no need for this country! It is not the king who does what is right, it is what he does that is just and the order of the world!”
“Hmm……I understand. That’s what you are, isn’t it?”
Célia falls flat on her face in response to the overly arrogant declaration.
A sad, pitying look comes over her face, and she shoots a blade of words from her shapely lips.
“The King of Solitude…… I was right to call you that. I feel sorry for you. I will never forget that I lost to such a stupid person like you. This humiliation will only make me stronger!”
“How dare you insult me when you are about to die?! Correct it! Who do you think I am……?”
After being insulted, Granard approached Célia in anger to strike her.
However, he stopped there. He was hit in the face by an unexpected blow.
“Nmm?”
“Ha…?”
Célia looked up and pursed her lips. A small drop shoots from the tip of her red lips and spits on Granard’s face.
Granard stood dumbfounded. He had no idea what had happened to him.
After a few moments of lost thought, Granard realized that he had been spat on and his face turned red with rage.
“You, you ……! What have you done to me, the rightful king, the true king chosen by God?”
“Hey King, you’ll be beaten by your brother for sure. You’ll never win against him!”
“!! ….You..aaaaaaAAA!!!!!”
Granard raised his right hand above his head. There, a light that seems to have condensed sunlight condenses and the magic sword Brionac appears.
“Die!! You louse!!!”
“…..!!”
Granard’s anger blinded him to his original plan to execute her on the city walls and show her death to Raidorl, as he swung his shining magic sword at her.
The witch’s sword closes in on the defenceless girl’s head, trying to cut her thin body in half from top to bottom.
With her hands shackled and the holy sword taken from her, there is no way for the maiden to resist.
The blade of light will not miss its mark and will cut the life out of the beautiful princess. It was supposed to.
“Ha…..!?”
But then something unexpected happened to Granard.
Granard swung his shining witch’s sword, and it was caught by a sword that came out from the side.
It was a jet-black sword, as if it had been painted with darkness, that caught the Brionac. It’s a miasma of misery, and the light from the blade and the light from Brionac’s blade create an annihilation.
“It can’t be, this sword is ……!”
The master of the sword was the knight who had brought Célia and her friends here.
Dressed in the armour of a knight of the Kingsguard, his face hidden by a full-face helmet, he shrugs his shoulders in a mocking manner as he catches the Brionac.
“It’s a disgrace to slay an unarmed woman. Shame on you, Your Majesty.”
“You! You can’t be……!”
Granard’s eyes widened in astonishment. He tried to shout the name of the man who should not be here, but the other man moved before he could.
“Sword fighting Scorpion Strike!”
“….!!”
The black miasma poured out of the knight’s sword.
The miasma turned into a black blade and swallowed Granard’s body, sending him flying backwards.
“Gahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!”
He was blown away with a scream and slammed into the wall behind him, destroying the throne on which he had just been sitting.
The knight looked at the king as he crashed through the wall and out of the room, shrugged his shoulders in annoyance.
“How long will you cling to that throne before it blows you away? How long do you think you’ll have to cling to that throne, Brother?”
Throwing off his full-face helmet, Raidorl Zain, who was dressed as a knight of the Kingsguard, sneered at him.
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Meanwhile, at the royal palace, King Granard Zain also received the news of the arrival of Raidorl’s army.
“Oh! You have finally arrived, he has kept me waiting for so long!”
Granard, seated on his throne, shouted an ovation and slapped his knee.
Granard’s appearance as a witch’s apostle has changed dramatically since he was once known as the wise and powerful king.
His hair was dyed white, his cheeks were thin, and he looked as if he had grown old and sick.
His eyes, however, shine brightly and are tinged with the madness of a blazing fire.
“……Yes, it would seem so.”
Sighing softly so as not to attract the king’s attention, the Prime Minister, Lockwood Marcell, nodded.
On his knees and face down, the Prime Minister’s expression is somehow cloudy, and his eyes have a gloomy, thoughtful light in them.
“There is already a battle on the walls. The guards and the knights of the Kingsguard, who were sent as reinforcements, are fighting back.”
“Good, Good. So ….. is that where Raidorl is?”
“……soldiers have confirmed that His Royal Highness is leading the enemy forces.”
“Kukuku, Well, well, well, he’s come a long way. For the first time I feel like praising my stupid brother. At last, the time has come to put to death the rebels who threaten my throne!”
Granard covers his face with his hands and his lips form a crescent.
The eyes of the mad king are bloodshot and excited like a drug addict, his lips lifted in joy.
He is so happy that he is going to kill his own brother, who he shares his blood with, that he is bobbing his shoulders up and down in a violent frenzy.
“…………”
Lockwood’s face contorts as he looks up at Granard, who continues to chuckle.
Lockwood has been a loyal servant of the kingdom of Zain since the time of the last king, and has been the guardian of Granard since the latter fell ill.
Lockwood bit his lip in pain at the sight of the transformation of Granard, whom he had looked after as if he were his own child.
Perhaps there was another option.
If only he hadn’t banished Raidorl five years ago. If only he had persuaded Granard.
Lockwood wished he had been able to support Granard more firmly, not only in his political work but also in his emotional support.
If only he could have come up with something to help the two brothers make up for their differences.
It wouldn’t have turned out this way.
Perhaps Granard would not have fallen so far and become an apostle of witchcraft.
“…………”
Lockwood Marcell was so consumed with regret that he could only kneel with his head bowed.
“Lockwood, we are on schedule. We will now execute the women who are being held hostage. I’m going to cut off their heads so that Raidorl can see them on the castle walls. Do you have a problem with that?”
“….Of course, Your Majesty. There can be no objection. I will bring the hostages to you as soon as I can.”
Lockwood walked out of the throne room and ordered the knights waiting outside to fetch Neimilia and Ceilia.
At the moment, most of the knights of the Kingsguard are on their way to reinforce the walls of the city, so there are very few knights guarding the palace. The civil servants were also temporarily absent by Lockwood’s order, so the interior of the palace was quiet and deserted.
After a short wait, the hostages are brought in by several knights.
The two women, Neimilia and Célia, who were under house arrest in a room in the royal palace, walked in with shackles on their hands.
The knight who had pulled them together glanced at Lockwood.
“….Thank you very much.”
“……..”
Nodding back at Lockwood, who bows his head, the five knights step into the throne room with their hostages. Lockwood does not follow them, but continues to stand in the corridor.
“Hmm, there you are.”
Granard, who was waiting on the throne, laughed mockingly at the sight of the two beautiful women, who were so pitifully shackled.
“Befitting of being Raidorl’s women.”
“…………”
The first thing that comes to their mind is an insult. Célia raises her eyebrows in disgust. Neimilia, on the other hand, turned her gaze away without changing her expression.
“What’s the matter? Are you speechless with fear of being executed? Why don’t you kneel down and beg for your life? Maybe I’ll change my mind.”
Célia knows, help was on its way. She squints her eyes and asks Granard in a mocking tone.
“……Hey, King. Can I ask you one question?”
“Mm……?”
The first thing that came out of her mouth was not a plea for her life, as Granard would have liked, but a question. Granard frowned uncomfortably as the princess stared resolutely at him.
“My father is a tyrant. All he ever talks about is the war and how he’ll kill his own children if it’s necessary for the Empire. In fact, my grandfather was killed by him.”
“……what are you talking about, Raidorl’s women?”
“But Papa may be a bad man, but he is an emperor with a good cause. He wants to build his Empire so that it will be strong enough to fight the witches. He wants to protect this continent from the evil of the witches. That’s why he chose to become a tyrant.”
“………”
“Hey, King. Do you have a cause like Papa? What ideals do you want to achieve by killing your own brother, Raidorl?”
“…… nonsense. You depressing bitch.”
Granard’s face turned sullen when he heard her question.
He was going to execute the hostages, torment Raidorl, and ridicule his brother for not being able to protect his own woman, but he felt like he was being distracted.
“A cause? Ideals? A true king has no need for such things! I am the firstborn of the royal blood of Zain, the rightful king! A true king on the throne is the right way for a country to be! All I’m doing is righting a wrong! I am righting a country that would accept a man like Raidorl as king!”
Granard stands up from the throne, spreads his hands and utters in awe.
“If I cannot be king, then there is no need for this country! It is not the king who does what is right, it is what he does that is just and the order of the world!”
“Hmm……I understand. That’s what you are, isn’t it?”
Célia falls flat on her face in response to the overly arrogant declaration.
A sad, pitying look comes over her face, and she shoots a blade of words from her shapely lips.
“The King of Solitude…… I was right to call you that. I feel sorry for you. I will never forget that I lost to such a stupid person like you. This humiliation will only make me stronger!”
“How dare you insult me when you are about to die?! Correct it! Who do you think I am……?”
After being insulted, Granard approached Célia in anger to strike her.
However, he stopped there. He was hit in the face by an unexpected blow.
“Nmm?”
“Ha…?”
Célia looked up and pursed her lips. A small drop shoots from the tip of her red lips and spits on Granard’s face.
Granard stood dumbfounded. He had no idea what had happened to him.
After a few moments of lost thought, Granard realized that he had been spat on and his face turned red with rage.
“You, you ……! What have you done to me, the rightful king, the true king chosen by God?”
“Hey King, you’ll be beaten by your brother for sure. You’ll never win against him!”
“!! ….You..aaaaaaAAA!!!!!”
Granard raised his right hand above his head. There, a light that seems to have condensed sunlight condenses and the magic sword Brionac appears.
“Die!! You louse!!!”
“…..!!”
Granard’s anger blinded him to his original plan to execute her on the city walls and show her death to Raidorl, as he swung his shining magic sword at her.
The witch’s sword closes in on the defenceless girl’s head, trying to cut her thin body in half from top to bottom.
With her hands shackled and the holy sword taken from her, there is no way for the maiden to resist.
The blade of light will not miss its mark and will cut the life out of the beautiful princess. It was supposed to.
“Ha…..!?”
But then something unexpected happened to Granard.
Granard swung his shining witch’s sword, and it was caught by a sword that came out from the side.
It was a jet-black sword, as if it had been painted with darkness, that caught the Brionac. It’s a miasma of misery, and the light from the blade and the light from Brionac’s blade create an annihilation.
“It can’t be, this sword is ……!”
The master of the sword was the knight who had brought Célia and her friends here.
Dressed in the armour of a knight of the Kingsguard, his face hidden by a full-face helmet, he shrugs his shoulders in a mocking manner as he catches the Brionac.
“It’s a disgrace to slay an unarmed woman. Shame on you, Your Majesty.”
“You! You can’t be……!”
Granard’s eyes widened in astonishment. He tried to shout the name of the man who should not be here, but the other man moved before he could.
“Sword fighting Scorpion Strike!”
“….!!”
The black miasma poured out of the knight’s sword.
The miasma turned into a black blade and swallowed Granard’s body, sending him flying backwards.
“Gahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!”
He was blown away with a scream and slammed into the wall behind him, destroying the throne on which he had just been sitting.
The knight looked at the king as he crashed through the wall and out of the room, shrugged his shoulders in annoyance.
“How long will you cling to that throne before it blows you away? How long do you think you’ll have to cling to that throne, Brother?”
Throwing off his full-face helmet, Raidorl Zain, who was dressed as a knight of the Kingsguard, sneered at him.
Meanwhile, at the royal palace, King Granard Zain also received the news of the arrival of Raidorl's army.Oh! You have finally arrived, he has kept me waiting for so long!Granard, seated on his throne, shouted an ovation and slapped his knee.Granard's appearance as a witch's apostle has changed dramatically since he was once known as the wise and powerful king.His hair was dyed white, his cheeks were thin, and he looked as if he had grown old and sick.His eyes, however, shine brightly and are tinged with the madness of a blazing fire.Yes, it would seem so.Sighing softly so as not to attract the king's attention, the Prime Minister, Lockwood Marcell, nodded.On his knees and face down, the Prime Minister's expression is somehow cloudy, and his eyes have a gloomy, thoughtful light in them.There is already a battle on the walls. The guards and the knights of the Kingsguard, who were sent as reinforcements, are fighting back.Good, Good. So .. is that where Raidorl is?soldiers have confirmed that His Royal Highness is leading the enemy forces.Kukuku, Well, well, well, he's come a long way. For the first time I feel like praising my stupid brother. At last, the time has come to put to death the rebels who threaten my throne!Granard covers his face with his hands and his lips form a crescent.The eyes of the mad king are bloodshot and excited like a drug addict, his lips lifted in joy.He is so happy that he is going to kill his own brother, who he shares his blood with, that he is bobbing his shoulders up and down in a violent frenzy.Lockwood's face contorts as he looks up at Granard, who continues to chuckle.Lockwood has been a loyal servant of the kingdom of Zain since the time of the last king, and has been the guardian of Granard since the latter fell ill.Lockwood bit his lip in pain at the sight of the transformation of Granard, whom he had looked after as if he were his own child.Perhaps there was another option.If only he hadn't banished Raidorl five years ago. If only he had persuaded Granard.Lockwood wished he had been able to support Granard more firmly, not only in his political work but also in his emotional support.If only he could have come up with something to help the two brothers make up for their differences.It wouldn't have turned out this way.Perhaps Granard would not have fallen so far and become an apostle of witchcraft.Lockwood Marcell was so consumed with regret that he could only kneel with his head bowed.Lockwood, we are on schedule. We will now execute the women who are being held hostage. I'm going to cut off their heads so that Raidorl can see them on the castle walls. Do you have a problem with that?.Of course, Your Majesty. There can be no objection. I will bring the hostages to you as soon as I can.Lockwood walked out of the throne room and ordered the knights waiting outside to fetch Neimilia and Ceilia.At the moment, most of the knights of the Kingsguard are on their way to reinforce the walls of the city, so there are very few knights guarding the palace. The civil servants were also temporarily absent by Lockwood's order, so the interior of the palace was quiet and deserted.After a short wait, the hostages are brought in by several knights.The two women, Neimilia and Clia, who were under house arrest in a room in the royal palace, walked in with shackles on their hands.The knight who had pulled them together glanced at Lockwood..Thank you very much...Nodding back at Lockwood, who bows his head, the five knights step into the throne room with their hostages. Lockwood does not follow them, but continues to stand in the corridor.Hmm, there you are.Granard, who was waiting on the throne, laughed mockingly at the sight of the two beautiful women, who were so pitifully shackled.Befitting of being Raidorl's women.The first thing that comes to their mind is an insult. Clia raises her eyebrows in disgust. Neimilia, on the other hand, turned her gaze away without changing her expression.What's the matter? Are you speechless with fear of being executed?Why don't you kneel down and beg for your life? Maybe I'll change my mind.Clia knows, help was on its way. She squints her eyes and asks Granard in a mocking tone.Hey, King. Can I ask you one question?Mm?The first thing that came out of her mouth was not a plea for her life, as Granard would have liked, but a question. Granard frowned uncomfortably as the princess stared resolutely at him.My father is a tyrant. All he ever talks about is the war and how he'll kill his own children if it's necessary for the Empire. In fact, my grandfather was killed by him.what are you talking about, Raidorl's women?But Papa may be a bad man, but he is an emperor with a good cause. He wants to build his Empire so that it will be strong enough to fight the witches. He wants to protect this continent from the evil of the witches. That's why he chose to become a tyrant.Hey, King. Do you have a cause like Papa? What ideals do you want to achieve by killing your own brother, Raidorl? nonsense. You depressing bitch.Granard's face turned sullen when he heard her question.He was going to execute the hostages, torment Raidorl, and ridicule his brother for not being able to protect his own woman, but he felt like he was being distracted.A cause?Ideals?A true king has no need for such things!I am the firstborn of the royal blood of Zain, the rightful king!A true king on the throne is the right way for a country to be!All I'm doing is righting a wrong!I am righting a country that would accept a man like Raidorl as king!Granard stands up from the throne, spreads his hands and utters in awe.If I cannot be king, then there is no need for this country! It is not the king who does what is right, it is what he does that is just and the order of the world!HmmI understand. That's what you are, isn't it?Clia falls flat on her face in response to the overly arrogant declaration.A sad, pitying look comes over her face, and she shoots a blade of words from her shapely lips.The King of Solitude I was right to call you that. I feel sorry for you. I will never forget that I lost to such a stupid person like you. This humiliation will only make me stronger!How dare you insult me when you are about to die?! Correct it! Who do you think I am?After being insulted, Granard approached Clia in anger to strike her.However, he stopped there. He was hit in the face by an unexpected blow.Nmm?Ha?Clia looked up and pursed her lips. A small drop shoots from the tip of her red lips and spits on Granard's face.Granard stood dumbfounded. He had no idea what had happened to him.After a few moments of lost thought, Granard realized that he had been spat on and his face turned red with rage.You, you !What have you done to me, the rightful king, the true king chosen by God?Hey King, you'll be beaten by your brother for sure. You'll never win against him!!! .You..aaaaaaAAA!!!!!Granard raised his right hand above his head. There, a light that seems to have condensed sunlight condenses and the magic sword Brionac appears.Die!! You louse!!!..!!Granard's anger blinded him to his original plan to execute her on the city walls and show her death to Raidorl, as he swung his shining magic sword at her.The witch's sword closes in on the defenceless girl's head, trying to cut her thin body in half from top to bottom.With her hands shackled and the holy sword taken from her, there is no way for the maiden to resist.The blade of light will not miss its mark and will cut the life out of the beautiful princess. It was supposed to.Ha..!?But then something unexpected happened to Granard.Granard swung his shining witch's sword, and it was caught by a sword that came out from the side.It was a jet-black sword, as if it had been painted with darkness, that caught the Brionac. It's a miasma of misery, and the light from the blade and the light from Brionac's blade create an annihilation.It can't be, this sword is !The master of the sword was the knight who had brought Clia and her friends here.Dressed in the armour of a knight of the Kingsguard, his face hidden by a full-face helmet, he shrugs his shoulders in a mocking manner as he catches the Brionac.It's a disgrace to slay an unarmed woman. Shame on you, Your Majesty.You! You can't be!Granard's eyes widened in astonishment. He tried to shout the name of the man who should not be here, but the other man moved before he could.Sword fighting Scorpion Strike!.!!The black miasma poured out of the knight's sword.The miasma turned into a black blade and swallowed Granard's body, sending him flying backwards.Gahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!He was blown away with a scream and slammed into the wall behind him, destroying the throne on which he had just been sitting.The knight looked at the king as he crashed through the wall and out of the room, shrugged his shoulders in annoyance.How long will you cling to that throne before it blows you away?How long do you think you'll have to cling to that throne, Brother?Throwing off his full-face helmet, Raidorl Zain, who was dressed as a knight of the Kingsguard, sneered at him.
