I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With - Chapter 60
I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With chapter 60
60 – Unraveler Yuria – (1)
When the shadows were getting longer, as I went out to the meeting place, the red-haired knight looked at me and said,
It was Lautrec.
I put my hands together.
“Sorry. I have a little business.”
“It doesn’t matter. I just got here.”
Lautrec seemed to care that I was late.
Of course, the spirit on his shoulder, Sylphy, jumped around and got angry, but I couldn’t understand what Sylphy was saying because I had low affinity for spirits.
“By the way, you look bright. Did anything good happen?”
Lautrec asked, and only then did I manage my expression.
I try to hold back my laughter and answer.
“I got a good teacher.”
“There is such a thing.”
It was the first time I attended Asaren’s mana management lecture.
Of course, as the lecture was forcibly convened, she gave the lecture halfway through crying. Still, since he promised a decent amount of money, it must be a good thing. It’s a dwarf anyway, so it’ll be fine.
As a result, certain achievements were obtained. As I learned from Asaren, I felt the mana circuit. With a little bit of strength, he blew mana into the danteon that had settled in his body, and that alone made him feel energized.
It was the basic of the basics, but it was a huge improvement compared to the past when I couldn’t even do that.
Lautrec raised his red eyebrows as if not noticing my change and shook his head.
“Well, it’s cold on me too, so let’s go in quickly.”
we moved on
Their destination was a dungeon located on the outskirts of the imperial palace. Among the crimes that occurred in the capital, particularly serious crimes are imprisoned here.
The reason why I made an appointment with Lautrec, a villain candidate who was scheduled to fall.
It was for the interrogation of Yuria, one of the murderers of the Order that appears in the second act. She was a character Lautrec had captured alive in an underground culvert.
Originally, Lautrec was going to conduct the interrogation alone, but he intervened under the authority of the Guardian Police.
‘Because I have to find out something.’
In the original story, Yuria, the Unmyeongsa who should have died, survived. Then all the information she knew would have to be ripped off.
Go down the stairs leading into the prison. At the end of the stairs without a single light, I saw a dreary gate with only the dim light of torches flickering.
“Uh, uh huh? What! That, that’s——!”
The soldier who was guarding the gate was dozed off when he saw us and fell backwards in fright. I hurriedly passed the bowing soldier and went inside.
I followed Lautrec’s back and asked.
“Have you got any information from him?”
“You interrogated me for two days?”
“Yeah. He never opened his mouth. Even after trying various means.”
Lautrec gave the accent to ‘many means’.
Those words gave me chills. Hagiya Lautrec appears as an apostle in Act 5. That side may come out.
My body shrank by itself.
Eventually, Lautrec led me to the iron door at the end of the hallway. Lautrec inserted the key and yanked the hook, and the heavy iron door opened slowly with a terrifying ripping sound.
When I saw the inside of the iron gate, I was astonished.
The solitary confinement in which Yuria was confined was shocking.
in many ways.
Not knowing what else to say, I gulped.
Then he took a deep breath and said.
look at his face It looked like he had no idea what the problem was.
Sylphy, sitting on the epaulet, proudly straightened her shoulders and nodded her head.
“Is there something wrong?”
“No, that’s it.”
I looked around and saw Lautrec.
The problem shouldn’t be one or two.
He didn’t seem to have any idea what the problem was.
“Is this a prison or a suite?”
“It’s a prison. It’s solitary.”
I moved forward slowly.
There was an old fashioned table. A luxurious teacup set is neatly placed on top of it. It was something you would find in any VIP room.
It wasn’t just this. The inside of the solitary cell was brightly lit by a chandelier made of bright mana lamps. In addition to that, even a bed that was slightly smaller than Lyncia’s.
It seemed like a completely different place from the hallway a moment ago.
I couldn’t stand it and screamed.
“Solitary is not a hotel, what is this!”
Lautrec also blurted out his words, as if he felt something in my words.
What he finally said was shocking.
“Anyway, isn’t it a little bit like interrogating a girl of a flowery age in a traditional and cruel way?”
“That… first of all, we’re just knights, right?”
Lautrec said, keeping his mouth shut.
On the contrary, I look at him with my mouth wide open.
I wondered if it was strange that I couldn’t get any information after interrogating him for two days, but I found out why.
You just became a hotelier.
“No… even if it’s a knight, how do you make a traitor who was aiming for your lord’s life live in such a luxurious place?”
I’m not a pure madman, this.
Upon receiving my sharp gaze, Lautrec hurriedly changed the subject.
“I admit there was a mistake in my approach. But, this time it’s going to be different. That’s what I’m going to use.”
Saying that, Lautrec put his hand on the tray and its lid on the table.
let’s see what I winked.
Then Lautrec lifted the cover with a triumphant expression.
“Is this a cake?”
“It’s not just a cake. It’s a masterpiece created by the most prestigious master in the capital, Sigrun.”
A sigh came out of my mouth.
“Until now, no matter how much I teased you and comforted you, you didn’t say a word to me, but this time it will be different.”
“What is the basis?”
“Women can’t be bothered with sweet food.”
Lautrec paused, then looked at his shoulder.
There, Sylphy was twisting her body slightly shyly.
“…Let’s not talk.”
I just went over the bulkhead. Lautrec tried to follow but was stopped.
“I do it alone.”
“Um, if you use violent methods…”
“I won’t, so don’t worry.”
Lautrec nodded as if relieved only then after hearing my boast.
Is it good or stupid?
I went over the bulkhead where YuRia was.
Lautrec lifted the tray with expectant eyes.
“Aren’t you taking this? It will definitely be of great help.”
I guess that kid was a bit odd.
Inside the bulkhead was a luxurious room itself.
And on the edge of the bed, a woman with a pale blue light lingered gently. Instead of a prisoner’s uniform, the woman was wearing a strange robe brought by Lautrec, and her expression was not good, perhaps because the piece of cloth on her body was very uncomfortable.
Furthermore, her neck was filled with strange magic tools due to her nature as a spirit wizard, but it was so large that it seemed difficult to lie down properly.
In any case, the order’s murderer, Unryeongsa Yuria, was hit.
There was no standing CG in the game, but the impression was the same.
In-game, it came out as being killed by Yuriad, but the description was terrible. Probably, the body was split vertically.
I called her name and sat down in the chair across from her.
Then, when her name was called, Yuria raised her head and looked at me.
As Lautrec had said, he had not said a word. Then how should I open my mouth?
While I was struggling, I looked over the bulkhead and found Lautrec with his eyes on, observing my movements.
If you do something bad, you’re ready to pull out your sword. You are a very righteous knight.
I see YuRia again. I opened my mouth slowly.
However, my concerns were put to shame, and Yuria opened her mouth.
“The insider. The traitor. The bad guy.”
Come to think of it, I was also part of the church, really.
It’s strange that YuRia doesn’t know me.
After pouring out bad words for a while, Yuria gasped and vomited, then waved a small hand.
“It’s been a while. Five years?”
“Yes. Well, it’s been a while for me too.”
Perhaps the bulkheads are magically insulated and soundproofed. Hopefully Lautrec won’t overhear our conversation.
“As Mr. Anden said, there would be an insider, and he was right. Fried Iscobal was the culprit.”
“Coincidentally, that’s how it happened.”
“Arwen is also bad. He didn’t tell me.”
Saying that, Yuria buried her mouth between the magic tools.
“Worst. Garbage. Human end.”
There can be no conversation like this.
You may need to go a little stronger here.
“I don’t care if you’re inside or not.”
I raised my finger.
“Next week you will be executed.”
Yuria’s expression darkened at the word execution. I guess I guessed myself.
“The priest of the church who was aiming for the empress. From the point of view of the empire, there is no reason to keep her alive.”
“……That’s right. That’s the worst. Being a traitor and acting like a dog of the empire is more trash.”
“But, if you’re cooperative, there’s no reason not to.”
Although I am an insider, I am a patriot. And Yuria is a person who sits in a very important position in the church. There was still a lot of information to find out. If I could persuade Lyncia well, delaying the execution date would be a piece of cake.
“What do you want?”
“Information. And nothing about my identity.”
“Did you enjoy being the dog of the empire?”
“At least it’s more fun than being Arwen’s dog.”
Yuria kept swearing.
He is said to be an Unryeongsa, but his mouth is quite harsh.
“How can I believe that?”
“There’s nothing you can do to believe and sleep. The only thing you can hold on to is me.”
Yuria’s face distorted.
It was an expression of humiliation.
But the moment I heard what she said next, I couldn’t help but be speechless.
“Tell me to trust you… are you going to throw me away just like you abandoned your sister?”
“Cleta hates it. Soon, disaster will come.”
The accident did not follow the story.
Cleta. In a dream, the name came up again. The sudden dizziness made me dizzy.
Seeing me like that, Yuria blushed and said, “Trash.” he muttered.
“Twenty years ago, since the day I was sacrificed, I don’t trust anyone. Atral, Anden, Arwen, and the Foreign Press, all the same. It’s the same with you, Fried.”
“No, Fried Iscobal. Rather, it’s because of you.”
The moment I saw her angry expression.
In my consciousness, precisely in the fragments of Freed’s memory, I couldn’t help but recall Yuria’s childhood face.
Like a page I came across by chance while opening a bookshelf, YuRia, who looked like a child, was glaring at me.
The Tragedy of Iscobal. Seven children, including Fried, dedicated that day.
Yuria was one of them.