I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With - Chapter 61
I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With chapter 61
61 – Unraveler Yuria – (2)
“Now, wait a minute.”
Stop talking and shake your head.
Seeing my actions like that, Yuria tilted her head.
This feeling in my brain is ringing.
My feelings were complicated.
The Tragedy of Iscobal.
It was clearly an incident in which the renegades from the imperial leadership and the apostles of the church joined hands to summon an alien demon. Even sacrificing my own children.
Although unsuccessful, their plan was at least half successful.
It was imperfect, but it succeeded in summoning an alien demon.
According to Harzfeld, I heard that it was a fierce battle. The guardian knights of the empire, led by Yuriad, battled the apostles and the demons they called, and cut off the heads of both the devil and the apostle instead of nearly half dying. Eina said that she gave up her position as a guardian knight during this process and became a vassal of the Grand Duke of Harzfeld.
The apostle who died in that tragedy was Raham Iscobal.
Fried and his sister Cleta were the unfortunate children abandoned by such a father.
And for some reason, Fried was the only one who survived among the children who were sacrificed.
This was all I knew.
I thought the other six sacrifices other than Fried must have died, and the record said so.
But that wasn’t it.
A woman with light blue hair in front of her eyes. The killer of the Order, Yuria, the Unmyeongsa. The fact that she was also one of the children sacrificed came to mind clearly.
“Now, don’t make a good face in the world. Since when did you say you were so affectionate?”
When I didn’t say anything, YuRia said that while looking at me with a cold gaze.
I tried my best to regain my composure.
If she was openly alive, there was a possibility that the other children who were sacrificed were also acting secretly as members of the church.
Perhaps, they also had the potential to become obstacles in the development of Raising the Empress.
More than anything.
“What do you mean I abandoned you?”
YuRia asked if she would abandon herself just like she dumped her younger sister.
Yuria swears softly and tilts her shoulders.
“Literally. On that day, after Fried Iscobal made a pact with the foreign press.”
“Cleta still resents you.”
“What the hell…”
Why is Cleta here?
wasn’t it dead? Are you still alive?
My head hurts like it would break. My heart started to throb like a derailed train capsized. Intuitively, I realized that this was related to Arwen’s ‘oath’.
“Oath, betrayal, resentment…”
I picked up the words that came to mind.
To sum it up, is this?
The Tragedy of Iscobal. On that day, young Fried made a contract through a foreign press. Because of that, he became bound to the church and abandoned his sister. I didn’t know what the pact was made that day, but I dared to guess that it was probably the reason why Fried was able to survive alone.
In the stream of consciousness, Arwen remembered the golden necklace he was swinging around.
YuRia, unaware of my conflict, smiled bitterly and continued.
“Arwen is plotting something. Soon, a great disaster will come. Didn’t you know that?”
“Or, did you find a way? Who are you going to throw away this time? Is it the Empress?”
YuRia looked at my expression and asked.
When I couldn’t answer, I finally sighed and rested my chin.
I couldn’t help but sympathize with the swearing.
Fried, you trash, what have you done?
After Fried Escobal staggered away from his seat, Unspeaker Yuria Enruin was silent again.
I closed my eyes and recalled the conversation that had just happened.
Priest of the Order, and defector at the same time, Fried Iscobal.
Yuria had last seen Freed five years ago, at the funeral ceremony for the arrogant apostle Raham Iscobal. I remember him building all kinds of statues as if he was the only one who turned his back on all original sin. At the same time, he remembered that the Apostle of Corruption praised him as his favorite priest.
Fried was a simple yet disgusting human being.
A fierce dog that dies if it dies and lives if it lives. A mad dog who abandoned his sister for his own gain. A loyal dog like a puppet, tied by a leash to Arwen. I never thought that he would betray the church.
Twenty years ago, Fried had already turned his back on everyone, including Yuria.
There was no guarantee that he would not turn his back again.
However, my feelings were still complicated. She put her finger in her mouth and touched the tongue. Then, a burning pain rose from the foreign mark engraved on his tongue. It was a habit she had been doing all along to relieve her anxiety.
It was absolutely not that I was distraught ahead of the execution.
Seeing the hateful face in the enemy area, he poured out a sharp curse.
However, the opponent’s reaction was quite different from before.
The Fried Iscobal I saw today was somehow different.
The moment he heard YuRia’s words, his confused expression was clear in his eyes. It was like a different person.
He had a different energy than before. The dead eyes that had lost their color were clearly alive. The current Fried was more like an intelligent human than a dog.
What could be the reason?
Even though Yuria was in the position of being executed, she did not care and worried.
It was then.
“Did you say Yuria?”
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Someone sat in front of Yuria who was worried.
When I opened my eyes, red hair came into view.
It was Guardian Knight Lautrec.
“Let’s have a leisurely talk.”
“Hmm. You still don’t say anything in front of me.”
YuRia stared at that graceful face and then avoided her gaze.
Spirit Knight Lautrec. He was an incredibly strong human being. No matter how much Yuria’s commandments were the power that the Church had forcibly embraced, it was never at a level that could be ignored.
However, this spirit knight destroyed such a command as if nothing had happened. It was such a powerful article.
And he was a weirder person than I thought.
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Doesn’t he give a luxurious room to the assassin who wanted to assassinate the emperor, but doesn’t he try to appease the assassin by bringing him good food every day?
What was most certain was that this article had no talent for interrogation.
“Without even hearing my voice, he was very liquidated by that guy.”
Lautrec leaned forward.
“What did you and Fried talk about?”
“No, I’m asking exactly. What’s the relationship between Fried Escobal and the Church?”
Yuria’s eyebrows twitched when she heard Lautrec’s words, and when he saw his reaction, he smiled slightly.
“Well, I guess you got it right.”
“It’s strange that you don’t doubt it. The Apostle of Decay didn’t bother to kill Fried. Moreover, it was Fried who noticed the infiltration into the subterranean water at the Director’s Office and devised a plan.”
“Above all, he must come from. I don’t doubt Sir Uriard, but in the current situation, I need to be careful.”
YuRia tried hard to hide her surprise.
I thought it was a joke, but it was a sharp article.
Perhaps the reason why he prepared such a luxurious solitary room was to appease himself.
“If you tell me the truth, I’ll save your life. No, I’ll let you stay here. The past two days, you’ve been comfortable, right? It’s dozens of times better than the damp hideout of the Church.”
YuRia was troubled.
Would it be right to reveal the truth here? If so, will he be able to survive? Wouldn’t it be better to live with goodwill?
At the same time, I remembered Fried Iscobal’s suggestion.
Silence about one’s identity, and information. He was saying that if I offered these two things, I would avoid the death penalty.
Yuria weighed between the two.
The judgment was made soon after.
she was a stupid person Choose the worst between the worst and the lesser evil.
Although he is not dead now, he remembered what Anden once said to him.
‘It was a game, risking one’s life.’
He was the worst person in many ways.
Yuria smiled slightly and opened her mouth.
“He’s the first person I’ve seen.”
When she spoke for the first time, Lautrec’s eyes widened.
However, he quickly wiped his forehead and his expression hardened.
“Are you asking me to believe that?”
To Lautrec, who sighed, YuRia said smirkingly.
“It’s just that my brother over there is more handsome than you. I must have fallen for him. So I wanted to talk.”
“That’s not even funny. Is that your answer?”
Eventually Lautrec gave up and leaned against the wall.
The blue spirit that climbed onto the table and wriggled its little body pointed at Yuria and shouted loudly.
Of course, I couldn’t understand what the spirit was saying.
Even in the church, there were a few priests who ministered to the spirits.
And Yuria had difficulty remembering another apostle’s plan entangled with the spirit realm.
Soon, such a dainty spirit would no longer be seen in the world. Feeling a little regret, she tapped the spirit.
The knight in front of her was looking at her with disapproving eyes.
She said right away.
“It won’t last long, you.”
“It’s long, to say the least. As long as you’re deeply entangled with the spirit realm, you won’t be able to escape its aftermath.”
“You’d better get out of here. It might be irreversible. It might be too late.”
Yuria also didn’t know what she was talking about.
What kind of warning did you give to the Empire’s guardian knight, who was no different from an enemy?
It seemed that she was very upset with herself. Is it because of the near death? I did things I wouldn’t normally do.
“What the hell does that mean? Is there something going on in the spirit realm?”
Hearing Yuria’s warning, Lautrec hurriedly stood up. The wind rocked the table, throwing the elemental off balance.
But the moment Lautrec tries to ask for more details.
“Sir Lautrec Pendrin.”
The servant’s voice was heard.
Soon after, the attendant opened the bulkhead door and poked out the news with an embarrassed expression.
“The Empress called.”
“His Majesty? Me?”
Lautrec asked with a dubious look on his face, and the attendant nodded.
“That’s right. It seems urgent, so I think you’d better go.
Lautrec looked back and forth between the attendant and Yuria.
“Tsk. I’ll have to finish here for today.”
No matter how important the interrogation of prisoners was, nothing was as important to a knight as the call of the empress.
Finally, Lautrec bit his lower lip hard and moved on.
Yuria called him over.
“Can I eat this?”
Yuria pointed to the tray.
A gorgeously made cake was placed there.
Lautrec looked at Yuria with a puzzled expression, and she smiled mischievously.
In the end, Lautrec shrugged his shoulders as if he had raised both hands.
“Yes. Eat as much as you want.”
Yuria covered her mouth and muttered.
What Sylphy said was true.
She was a woman who couldn’t be bothered with sweets.