I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With - Chapter 86
I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With chapter 86
86 – Imperial Banquet – (5)
I thought I could hear a roar that seemed to shake the heavens and the earth, but a blinding flash of light leaked in through the crack in the window.
On the ceiling of the banquet hall, beams of light shot up into the sky with tremendous momentum. Raindrops pierced the clouds and soared high into the sky, and their light was so strong that the reflections of the clouds made the entire sky sparkle.
The amount of light was enough to make the entire imperial palace as bright as daylight in an instant.
“What, what did you do! What the hell!”
No matter how geeky he may be, he would do something like that in front of an important event called a working meeting, even in this situation where various dangers are scattered?
isn’t that crazy
When I shouted at the magic tool, a plain reply came back.
[I didn’t do anything. It’s just child’s play.]
“Where do you see this as child’s play? Could it be that you attacked? Aranion?”
[No, it’s not like that. I’m not an idiot who can’t make sense of it, so I couldn’t have attacked Aranion? Fred is also very, very worried. It’s good to be at ease. I just shot the light into the sky.]
Seira from the other side of the magic tool paused for a moment before continuing with a voice mixed with laughter.
[Of course, it’s not just light. It’s just that I shot a master level destruction magic into the sky. To put it simply, it’s like a little expensive fireworks.]
“Anyway, you said you used offensive magic in the imperial palace!”
[Well… … Will it be like that? Come to think of it, do you go for something like that?]
I hit my forehead in dejection.
I thought it was impossible to save, but I didn’t expect it to be to this extent. Millia’s feelings began to be fully understood.
Cora, who had been listening to Seira’s voice through the magic tool, asked with bewildered eyes.
“……Uh, so what happened?”
I don’t know, f*k.
I felt like I wanted to open Seira’s brain. What are you thinking?
While thinking about that, she blurted out.
[Anyway, this made it a little easier, right?]
“What kind of grain is it?”
[The boundaries have become very loose. From the point of view of the Royal Guard, the thought of finding the culprit of the count’s assassination must have disappeared?]
At Seira’s words, I looked out the window.
In fact, the guards and guards soldiers who were patrolling the vicinity of the guards quarters and the outer fortress were rushing toward the inner city.
There was nothing strange about it. In the situation where Count Orie was assassinated, an unknown flash of light burst out in the banquet hall where the empress was to be.
There would have been no other way for the Royal Guard, who had to put the empress’ safety first.
I asked dubiously.
“Could it be that you opened the way?”
[There is also that. Besides, as you said, if Aranion cooperates with your sister, then there’s no way you can stay still when an unknown attack magic explodes in the banquet hall, right? It’s kind of like a lure.]
When I heard Seira’s words, I nodded my head.
So, Seira’s intention was to draw attention to Lyncia’s safety and concentrate her forces in one place.
On the contrary, it induces confusion in the command system by giving the enemy the illusion that Aranion, the leader, is being attacked.
It was said that it was not fired out of ignorance. In fact, when I saw the guards running to the resistance in an orderly manner, I saw some effect.
“But, isn’t that a way to confuse our allies as well? Was this discussed in advance?”
Saira answered cheerfully.
And over the magic tool ‘Stop!’ Or, ‘surrender!’ A thick voice was heard.
“……Well, how is the situation there?”
[yes. It’s crazy. Now knights have flocked around me. I’m staring at it fiercely, but it looks like I’m getting a little tired. Save Fried-kun~. I feel like I’m going to show everyone how a grown woman is incontinent. Don’t you know me even if I can’t get married for the rest of my life?]
“Ha ha. It’s self-employed.”
[That is unfair! I helped!]
I put the magic tool into my chest as it is.
Cora looked blankly this way.
“……How are things going?”
“First of all, let’s go to the banquet hall. Anything seems to happen.”
I had no other choice.
It was a move that Seira hit with a sudden rush, but it is true that the situation has improved anyway. I couldn’t miss this opportunity.
I put on my shoes, still holding on to the bandages Cora had given me.
“Eug. Did something happen again?”
A dim light flickered overhead.
The blue-haired girl, Yuria Enruin, who was sipping tea while being confined in the dungeon of the imperial palace, among them the most strictly controlled solitary cell, sighed deeply.
YuRia put down the teacup while muttering something out of habit.
The oscillation just now could not have occurred naturally. If it had been an earthquake, it would have shook more than this.
The conclusion Yuria came to was that it was the vibration caused by someone’s magic. In fact, Yuria’s few mana circuits were feeling the waves of mighty magic.
YuRia searched for her memory. Although she did not know all of the church’s plans, she also did not hold a low position in the church.
So I was able to guess roughly. Who in the church is capable of attacking the imperial palace?
But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t think of anything. No matter how much I was Arwen, I wouldn’t come in like this openly.
Eventually, YuRia let out a sigh.
“What are you talking about?”
In the end, Yuria had no choice but to think that it must have been another apostle’s plan.
However, it was such a huge echo, among the priests, few were able to use this level of authority.
The strong apostles and priests under them must have attacked. YuRia was convinced.
Then, what naturally came to mind was the gray knight who had been interrogating him until a few hours ago.
Fried Iscoval. Even the oblivious Yuria could tell that he was fighting with his arms raised for the sake of the Empress.
Clearly, Fried was not a weak knight, but would he be able to stand up against an apostle who could demonstrate his strength? They said they defeated the stingy apostle, but that was a battle in which they fought each other alone.
“Are you okay?”
I put unnecessary worries in my mouth. And Yuria suddenly realized what she was thinking and shook her head.
Are you worried about Fried now? the renegade?
YuRia, who thought so, realized that she was no different. Didn’t you give the renegade information to save his life?
Yuria groaned and hit her forehead on the table.
And he licked his lips.
“It’s the worst.”
That day, 20 years ago, when he was captured by the cult and almost lost his life.
Yuria survived thanks to the useless selfishness of a character named Fried. But the life he obtained was more terrible than death.
The agony of having the curse called the spirit of the tongue implanted in the tongue was beyond description. It was more painful than death.
Even when I somehow became a priest of the church, I just wanted to get comfortable quickly. It was the same when he heard Anden’s sarcasm and when he fell victim to Slaine’s bad taste.
Because her life was ‘worst’ in those two words.
But now, Yuria felt enough composure.
Although confined to solitary confinement, with restraints around her neck and shackles on her legs, Yuria’s heart felt more comfortable than when she was in the church.
There are no apostles attacking you, no priests teasing you, and no curses that entangle you.
There is a warm bed, and there is a sweet cake.
There is also a little stupid but funny talker who visits every day.
The red-haired knight treated Yuria with such courtesy and gentlemanly manner that it was hard to believe that he was interrogating a death row inmate.
She thought she would die without moving, but thanks to the spirit knight’s kindness, Yuria was holding on to a short lifeline.
Recalling his kindness, Yuria involuntarily smiled.
“……Isn’t it okay, as it is?”
Yuria inadvertently thought so.
Her hopes were shattered the next moment.
“I don’t think so.”
Suddenly, such a voice rang out in the solitary cell.
At first I thought it was the voice of self-consciousness in my head. That’s because it was solitary here. There was no way there would be anyone other than Yuria.
However, a long shadow was cast in front of her eyes.
YuRia slowly lifted her head, which had been planted on the table.
Then I saw a gray-haired woman who suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.
YuRia screamed in astonishment.
The gray-haired woman, Cleta Iscoval, waved.
The door to the solitary cell was wide open.
And the neck of the soldier guarding the door was rolling on the ground.
Cleta glanced over the solitary room where YuRia was staying and gave a small smile.
“Looks like you’re doing fine.”
Cleta sighed and sat down in the chair opposite.
Yuria felt her whole body tremble.
I still remembered the serene expression on Cleta Iscobal’s face on the day of her sacrifice.
That expression of accepting fate with a faint smile as if his own death was nothing.
The expression Cleta was making was the same as back then.
“Shall we talk a little?”
As Cleta said that, tentacles wriggled from her shadow.
At that moment, Yuria had an intuition of death.