I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With - Chapter 71
I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With chapter 71
71 – Iscobal Manor – (5)
It was already late at night, but in front of my eyes it was as bright as broad daylight.
The reason, of course, was thanks to the fire that was rampaging right in front of my eyes.
A sea of water that burns so fiercely that it fills the field of vision. Crackling, bright red flames shot up into the sky like hellfire.
Smoke filled the sky.
“It rides well.”
At that moment, a spark flew and hit the top of Todd’s head, and he was startled and hurriedly put his head on the floor and extinguished the fire on his head.
Seeing this, I burst out laughing.
grim situation. In the end, the plan Millia came up with was to burn down the forest, which was no different from the root of the problem. As soon as Eina heard the story, her eyes lit up and she supported her.
It actually worked. It was because the forest was engulfed in flames as soon as Milia spewed out huge flames with her magic. Hundreds of giant trees had already fallen, so the view was clearer than before.
If we continue at this rate, it will only be a matter of time before we find the Iscobal mansion.
I grabbed my forehead.
“Anyway… this is.”
Isn’t it like burning all thatch to catch bed bugs? no, it’s worse They seem to be burning the forest to find a house.
Even this forest may be a place of life for some people. From the point of view of hunters and woodcutters, it must be a situation that is different from a thunderbolt in a dry sky.
I asked Todd, who was grimacing as he grabbed the burnt crown of his head.
“Hey, is this okay? It doesn’t look like it will end in a proper fire.”
Todd replied, rubbing his tanned hair.
“Perhaps… it will be okay. The Red Magic Tower of Lumen-El will catch the fire early and come to extinguish it. There will be a little bleeding, but there is no possibility that it will turn into a major accident.”
If Todd is okay, he’s probably right.
“What will Archduke Harzfeld be angry about?”
If it was that person, I didn’t know if I would clap my hands saying it was rather fun.
Like the elf girl in front of me.
I sat down on a nearby ledge.
Then, he saw Millia, who was summoning huge hellfires from both hands, and Eina, who jumped up and down with excitement. The appearance from the back was enough to call them twin devils.
Milia paused her magic and turned her head, as if feeling my gaze.
Because of the heat, the bangs, which had already been snipped off, were slightly tanned.
Millia said with a bright expression.
When she opened her mouth, her pink cheeks stood out.
“Something feels strange.”
“Isn’t that an experience that can’t be done anywhere else?”
“I guess so.”
Arson of this scale. It is a feat that cannot be surpassed unless even the palace is burned.
Millia smiled proudly at the disaster she had accomplished.
“The wind of fire. I’ve been using it for the first time since I learned it when I was young. It’s a magic that even my father told me to never use, saying it’s dangerous. It’s actually designated as a forbidden magic.”
“Yeah. It sure looks like that.”
“Probably even my sister hasn’t used this magic. Whoops.”
Millia clenched her fists and enjoyed the pleasure of victory.
I was sure when I saw it.
He said he would never have a wizard around Lynchia.
Eina cheered and blew a long whistle.
Oh, let’s add an elf to that too.
After all, the people around me are all strange.
Before long, the forest began to burn down, and traces of the road, which had been buried deep among the tree roots, came into view.
The road led into the floodwaters, but even that road had been burnt down, so the son-in-law was open.
A little further along the road came a mansion surrounded by an old wall. Beaten by the wind and waves of the years, all the windows were torn, and vines were wrapped around all over the place. The chimney, which should have risen high, had been bent in half and stuck through the mansion’s ceiling.
“You’ve come to the right place.”
I was convinced when I saw the dimly carved half-moon pattern between the double doors.
This was the Iscobal Mansion.
In fact, in the depths of my consciousness, it seemed that this image was vaguely fading.
Eina also nodded to see if this building was memorable.
“Should I stay here, or would I need some time… to collect myself?”
Millia asked with a slightly nervous expression.
“So even if it’s not like that. Follow me. You never know what will come out inside.”
First of all, it is the scene where a group of foreign media performed an evil ritual. Enemies may pop out.
In fact, as soon as I stepped inside the fence, an uneasy intuition ran down my spine.
Eina must have felt the same, as she hardened her face after she had been twirling all day and put her left hand on her waist.
That’s how we entered the main building of the mansion without slowing down.
“Isn’t it cleaner inside than I thought?”
“You should stop talking ominously.”
Milia’s bullsh*t relieved the tension.
As she said, the main building was literally robbed. It seemed that all valuable-looking items had already been confiscated, and the walls that should have been filled with furniture were revealing only the skin.
Well, since the imperial family would have searched through it once, nothing of value would remain.
I searched all over the first floor, from the restaurant to the servants’ quarters, but I couldn’t find anything special. In the end, I climbed the stairs leading to the second floor without much income. I moved along the floor full of musty dust and opened the first door.
The room was shabby. There was only one bed that had not been removed because it was fixed, a window, and messy spilled rubbish lying on the moldy floor.
But for some reason, the appearance of this room was familiar.
Millia asked me anxiously.
My eyelids were sore.
I shook my head and answered.
“It’s okay. Just thinking about the old days.”
I’m not sure, but maybe this room… … .
“This is my room.”
Miria let out a small exclamation and looked at the room again.
In fact, the size of the bed and the clutter scattered here and there were telling us that this room belonged to a child.
I caught my breath and searched for my memory. Not my memories, but Fried’s memories.
From the moment I entered the mansion, a strong impulse hung over my chest.
My body moved naturally.
I went over to the bed and grabbed my leg and lifted it up.
Todd admired this from a distance.
There was a small side door under the bed, which was fixed. It was a position I would never have found if I hadn’t known this beforehand.
The door was large enough for an adult to pass through by bending over.
I put my arm in and pulled the doorknob, but it wouldn’t open as if the inside was blocked by a bolt.
I took out the dagger that Millia had gifted me, put it through the crack in the door, and pulled it. The side door was torn open with a creaking sound.
Inside was a small space. It must have been a small gap created during the construction of the building.
And the owner of the room must have made this space a secret base.
That must have been Fried.
The first thing I saw as I passed the aisle with my face down.
In front of him, a girl with silvery white hair was smiling faintly.
To be precise, there was a picture of a girl.
Surrounding him is a middle-aged man with the same hair color and a boy with a mischievous expression.
I had a hunch that this painting was a portrait of the Iscobal family.
Miria, who had followed in before long, looked at the portrait and held her breath.
She looked at me and then looked at the picture again.
The first thing I felt after appreciating the portrait was a feeling of awkwardness rather than harmony.
On the outside, they portrayed a harmonious and trivial family, but somewhere there was a cold atmosphere.
The fact that the mother’s position was vacant confirmed those suspicions. The reason this painting has no mother is probably because she passed away early.
Above all, it is suspicious that a portrait that should be hung in a living room or hall is located in such a secret space.
Millia looked at me with eyes filled with doubts as to whether she felt the same way as I did.
cut off her tongue
“Family. Next to her is her sister, Cleta. Behind her is her father and traitor, Raham Iscobal.”
Millia nodded slowly and looked at the portrait again.
Watching this carefully, I reached out my hand to the small podium under the painting.
Something shiny touched between the gaps.
When he took it out, a gold necklace with a small locket was resting on his hand.
And a sudden dizziness struck me.
I squeezed the necklace.
can you not know It was something that Arwen had shaken several times in front of his eyes.
Why the hell are things like Arwen’s here? Maybe it’s just the same shape. Even so, it could be a clue to the pact that Fried had made. I put on the necklace and tucked it inside my clothes.
As the touch of cold metal touched my bare chest, my heart pounded as usual. It seemed certain that the object had some meaning to Fried.
Millia looked at the necklace and twitched her lips. However, after examining my expression, he closed his mouth.
Instead, she turned her stiff head to the portrait of Cleta.
“Hey… Sir Fried.”
Millia pointed at Cleta with an ambiguous smile.
“Lord Fried’s sister.”
“Yes. Miss Cleta is really…”
Milia swallowed her saliva and continued.
“You look like the Empress.”
I could never deny that.
Cleta was strikingly similar to Lyncia Eyren.
Except for the color of their eyes, it is safe to say that they are twins. In fact, at the time of Atral’s attack, I even mistook Lyncia for Cleta.
I guess this is the reason why Fried couldn’t kill Lyncia in the original work. Because he looked so much like his dead sister, Fried probably couldn’t bring himself to fulfill his promise.
It was too bizarre to be a coincidence.
I was a little nervous, but I tried to suppress it.
He took a small breath to calm his throbbing heart and spoke to Milia.
“Let’s go out soon.”
“Aren’t you taking that portrait?”
“I do not need.”
Anyway, Fried’s feelings are not my business.
All I needed was to dig into the strange reality of this damn dark character. For survival, even for a happy ending.
I took the key out of my pocket.
“There’s still a lot to find out.”
I haven’t even gotten into the main topic yet.