I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With - Chapter 81
I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With chapter 81
81 – The Golden Mage and the King of Winter – (Complete)
I woke up with a headache that seemed like it would break.
I rolled my eyes and looked towards the window, and the sun was already high in the sky.
I feel like dying, really.
I felt sick to my stomach as if I was going to vomit at any moment, and my hands and feet were numb.
Grabbing my throbbing hair, I forced my body into strength and lifted my upper body, and my golden hair suddenly crashed into my chest.
At the same time, a small hand squeezed my shoulder.
Seira Liantur, who was groaning in pain like me, was lying on top of me, whimpering.
I roughly shook the wobbly little head to clear it up. Seira sighed and buried her forehead on the floor.
“You’re so kind… Please treat me kindly.”
“Who is it for, this is all.”
I took a seat at the overturned table and got up.
And I took in the whole view of the room.
It was truly spectacle. The room was like a battlefield. More than half of the furniture was overturned and rolled on the ground, and several empty bottles of alcohol were piled up in one corner of the room.
On the edge of it, Milia was leaning against the table and trying to sleep.
The shoulder straps had slipped out, leaving her bare skin defenseless, so I covered her with a blanket.
He lifted up the fallen furniture one by one, but soon gave up. It was clear that Seira would fix it with one gesture anyway.
“It wasn’t even a fuss.”
I sighed as I looked at Sister Riantour, who was slumped like a giant.
The reason they became such a super corpse was simple.
It was just a hangover.
“How much did you drink, you girls?”
Last night, the scarred war between the sisters ended with a bottle that Seira opened in a fit of anger. Everyone was drinking like crazy and making a fuss like crazy. Of course, Seira’s flock played a big part in this.
It seemed that even a great wizard could not develop resistance to alcohol. By the third cup, his face turned blush, and by the fifth cup, he had been stabbed in the head and started shooting simple small magic.
Similarly, Milia, who was drunk, was about to have an accident, so she put a bottle of alcohol in her mouth and put it to sleep.
I managed to fix it somehow, but how to do this.
I knew the relationship between the sisters wasn’t that good, but I didn’t expect it to be like this.
These two could be called the opposite, the dragon and the tiger.
For future development, it would be better to reconcile with each other. But I couldn’t think of a way to do it.
This fact is not shown in-game. It was also because Seira didn’t appear in the story, and the fact that Milia was killed by Arwen at the time the issue arose was also a big factor.
As soon as I reached that point, my hangover-torn head cooled down.
Act 4, Cult of the Moon.
Arwen appears with a group of fanatics and messes up the empire and the capital. Even with the mobilization of the Royal Guard, the Guards, and the Imperial Army, their offensive showed no sign of abating.
In the end, even the imperial palace is allowed to invade, and Milia, who was guarding Lincia, becomes food for Sepia after a struggle with Arwen.
I still remember that horrible CG.
I clenched my fists.
Unlike the original, a significant part of the development has gone wrong, and I did not know how the fourth act would go. But if there was one thing that was certain, it was that when it got bad, it got bad, never good.
Rather, I thought about sending Milia back to Highlings, a dependent territory of Duke Liantur. At least I won’t die an empty death.
But that, too, wouldn’t be what Milia wanted.
“I have to do anything.”
It was when I was mumbling like that.
A knock was heard from behind.
If it was Millia’s guest, there was a high possibility that it would be a knight of the royal guard or a guardian knight like him.
I turned the doorknob, and in front of me stood a woman with a stern look.
The woman was Lynchia’s handmaid, Lucy.
“Sir Fried… ugh.”
Lucy, who was speaking out, took a few steps back, holding her nose at the strong smell of alcohol wafting from the room.
And when he saw the two women strewn around the back of the room, he looked at me.
After sighing, Lucy spoke.
“What… I don’t say anything about the Hoguk-gyeong enjoying the nightlife, but isn’t it too intense? I’m fine, but the Empress will be hurt again.”
I thought I was seriously misunderstanding something, so I was about to add a few words, but Lucy cut me off.
“By the way, it’s urgent. It’s a call from the empress.”
Is it Lyncia?
Asked with a wink, Lucy silently nodded.
“I was ordered to come to the office right away.”
I nodded and turned my back to follow Lucy as she walked away.
Has it finally come?
Lynchia was sitting at the table in the center of the office.
When I entered, Lyncia raised her head and smiled slightly.
I was not disturbed by the strong smell of alcohol that flowed from my body.
“Welcome, Fried. Long time no see.”
“Your Majesty. How have you been?”
“……Hmm. Well, I don’t know.”
I bowed my head deeply.
Lynchia motioned without a word. I meant sit down.
I sat in my seat and looked at Lynsia’s eyes.
It was the first time she had called me since the day she found out about the oath. That’s why I guessed that he didn’t call for trivial reasons.
Lyncia was silent, looking out the window with her chin resting. As a background seen through the window of the office, the wide-spreading garden site came into view at a glance.
Looking at the campsite of Harzfeld and Liantur there, Lyncia twisted her mouth.
It didn’t look that good.
“It’s a work meeting from tomorrow. I’m going to be busy without opening my eyes.”
“A place where the main axes of the empire gather in one place, I’m a little nervous.”
After saying that, Lincia looked straight at me.
His emerald eyes were filled with a different color.
“The countermeasures meeting against Duke Aranion was held this morning.”
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Did Seira and I immediately convene as soon as we left the palace?
I wondered if it was okay for Hoguk-gyeong to be absent from such an important position, but considering the feelings Lyncia had for me right now, it was an inevitable step.
“How are the results?”
“It was decided to go ahead as planned. Even so, this is the imperial palace. There are hundreds of guards and guards. Even if Archduke Aranion is in the dark, it won’t be easy.”
That’s right too.
It was because of the unexpected bombing that allowed the attack on the National Foundation Day.
“Above all, there was no physical evidence that Archduke Aranion was the culprit.”
“Instead, I decided to strengthen the escort a bit more. I plan to increase the number of guards and receive support from the Capital Tower and other dukes.”
The decision of the countermeasures meeting was reasonable.
Just by looking at Seira, I could tell how powerful the existence of a powerful mage was. In fact, I heard that the battle mage helped a lot when blocking the undead forces in the second act last time.
I was nodding my head in agreement, but Lyncia paused for a moment and rubbed her chin.
Lyncia put on a distressed expression.
The hand holding the edge of the desk was shaking slightly.
“There will be a slight change in the organization of the guards.”
“Are you talking about organization?”
“Yes. There are some changes.”
Lyncia tapped the desk with her fingers, then reluctantly continued.
“Frid’s… no, Sir Fried’s duty is to stand by the rear.”
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Does that happen too?
In simple terms, it meant relegation.
Lyncia has doubts about the human named Fried and is afraid of it.
She had heard about the pact between Arwen, Cleta, and Fried when they were young.
Negative traits and paranoia that arose in the process.
It was natural for Lyncia to feel afraid of me.
“Sir Fried’s vacant place has been decided to be taken by Sir Uriad. And… and then again…”
Lyncia stopped talking and let out a deep sigh.
“……I don’t know, I.”
He lowered his gaze and dropped his shoulders.
“The more I want to know about Sir Fried, the more I don’t know. How much is real and how much is fake? Why the hell did you approach me? What is the reason?”
“Could it be that you saved me on the day of National Foundation Day for a different purpose?
Before she knew it, Lynchia’s eyes were wet.
The lips that murmured seemed as heavy as a thousand pounds, and even the despair was buried in the tangled hair.
I protested desperately.
“No, that’s about the oath…”
I stopped talking.
How do you explain the oath? Isn’t it unmistakably true that Fried signed a contract with a foreign media to sever Irn’s bloodline? And Lyncia has already been threatened with death dozens of times by foreign media.
So, to be honest, it would have the opposite effect.
However, it was impossible to say that I was not the subject of the oath. Possessed in another world? Who the hell would believe that claim, not even an idiot in town.
When she didn’t say anything, Lyncia put on a distressed expression.
Then, slowly, she opened her mouth.
“I don’t think Sir Fried is a bad person.”
“But now, he doesn’t seem like a nice person.”
Lyncia looked away.
“Sir Fried is just… a strange man.”
Lynchia slowly rose from her seat.
As if the story had ended here, he stumbled open the door and left the office.
Before leaving, I called her over.
Lyncia stood there without saying a word.
“No matter what I say, you won’t understand, but there were no other ulterior motives for saving Your Majesty that day. The oath to become a protector of the country and the oath to make Your Majesty the Empress are all the same.”
“I am still Your Majesty’s knight. As evidenced by the imperial sword bestowed by Your Majesty.”
I took out Ernst and listened.
If Lynchia really meant to throw me out, she would have confiscated Ernst, the treasure of the imperial family.
With her back turned, I couldn’t tell what expression she was making.
“I wish I did too.”
After saying that, Lyncia left the room.