The Blood Knight’s Villains

My Villains Episode 455

66. The Silver Prince (10)

“Asag is originally a place full of the energy of death, so it is difficult for the magic of the other world to invade. But Magira… It would be strange if everything you said were true.”

At Grandmaster Aktufir’s reaction, Princess Theodora quietly narrowed her brows.

“…It seems that the two grandmasters were not here for the purpose.”

“exactly. However, the palace, which is the head of magic, cannot just watch the Heungsa related to this dimension.”

“Are you saying you want to help?”

“Before that, I want to know your church’s plans.”

Theodora’s pale green eyes twinkled and answered step by step.

“First of all, I sent a letter to Bishop Hongui. Since it is an incident related to the Dark World, a large number of Holy Knights and Interrogators will be dispatched. Also, Prince Ulkar, my maternal uncle, promised to assist in the search for Asag as soon as the war is over.”

“Umm…

Aktupir thought for a moment and then asked Theodora to leave for a while.

The reason why he didn’t ask me to do the same was obvious. Anyway, I have a rough understanding of their situation, and even if there is a secret story in my absence, I can hear it through Ellen. Even Aktufir knew that much.

“…First of all, I’d like to congratulate you. It makes sense to be foolishly stubborn.”

As Aktufir’s gaze turned to her, Ellen, who was lost in thought, raised her lips with a chilly face.

“Your words and actions are disrespectful?”

“What did you expect? I don’t know if it’s because I met my lover or something, but right after I came here, I only show a violent and opinionated side. Do you still want respect?”

“He’s dogmatic, so he’s talking nonsense.”

At the old man’s blunt sarcasm, the young woman responded with a sneer.

“I am in charge of this journey, and you are only an assistant. And since I’m old, I often forget, but I’m the High Master of the Palace. Is it so strange that I make decisions?”

“If you do, look back on the High Master’s actions. Were the decisions you made so far really for the sake of the palace?”

The purpose of the palace mages, including Ellen and the two Grand Masters, left Tirin Mel, as they had heard, to investigate what had happened in the ‘Council of Dawn’.

The Council of Dawn is a school of magic known for its fantasy magic. Along with the Lao family before the Palace of La Palais, they are counted as one of the three major magician groups in Milanol, and are based in the royal capital.

Their ties to the royal family were so deep that nearly half of the court wizards had enemies in the Council of Dawn. In other words, it is a school of magic that has the royal family of Zeore as both a supporter and supporter.

“Last winter, all twelve members of the Council of Dawn were convened. After 16 years. I have no idea what the meeting was about, but it is certain that four delegates went missing right after the meeting.” Aktufir continued in a low voice.

“One of the missing delegates, ‘Midez Mariocon’, tried unsuccessfully to send a message to the palace. All that was handed down to Grandmaster Olnar was a handful of ashes, but it was enough to infer that it was an urgent matter. All of the Grand Masters, as well as the High Masters, agreed that we should immediately grasp each situation.”

Taking Ellen’s silence positively, the old wizard reprimanded him with a firm tone.

“But now we are here. You are in the middle of the battlefield in Gelland, not the royal capital, Brist region, or even the Milanol kingdom. For what?”

The finger with the golden ring suddenly turned to me.

“To chase after that promiscuous knight. Isn’t it?”

…Suddenly, why are you arguing with someone who is sitting still?

Aktufir didn’t care if I smacked him in the face or not, and shot Ellen.

“Is this the High Master’s decision? Wisdom worthy of a high master? Don’t say that, I don’t want to question your sincerity as well as your judgment.”

All Ellen gave in response to that long story was a small snort.

“flaw. You’re the supervisor. You’re scared.”

“……what?”

The old man, whose face was flushed, was glared at with eyes that shed blue light.

“You must want to somehow damage my authority. You’ll want to challenge your qualifications and evaluate the sissycalls.”

“But don’t get me wrong. The title of High Master was earned by myself, not borrowed from anyone else.”

“…so arrogant.”

“know. Is it worth it?”

Suddenly, the bedroom was filled with Ellen’s mana. Even though they didn’t intentionally arouse their spirits, the sight of blue miasma strangling the two grand masters is clearly visible.

“I have no obligation to convince you. Might be for you The veiled Nashal withdrew his eye smile, and Aktu Pir, blushing, made a ‘squeak’ sound as he clashed the rings.

As if seeing the two grandmasters agitated was fun, Ellen smiled brightly. Right after that, the mana that was heavily filling the bedroom disappeared in the blink of an eye.

“….”oh.”

“ Q 方 元「.

Nashal’s eyebrows furrowed, and Aktufir breathed in a short breath, as if the quickness of the moment was more surprising than the previous pressure

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“So what I say from now on is a little consideration.”

“I don’t care if you call me violent or opinionated, but it kind of pisses me off when you treat me like a love-blind, stupid girl. I want to turn it into fine ash, but…

Ellen leaned against the soft velvet backrest and crossed her legs. Then, interlacing hands, he alternately met eyes with the two grandmasters.

“Hasn’t it been a while since you made Galnar like that? I have to learn to take care of myself too. I am an adult.”

…Sounds like an adult and fell asleep.

Considering the fact that he was only eighteen years old, this was a very disrespectful attitude. What kind of arrogance is that in front of elders three to four times older than me?

But on the other hand, it’s rather surprising because it suits them so well.

Shall we say that it is like a guy who comes with ‘no frills’ as standard? Talking about dead uncles, wiggling their legs, and threatening the elderly—no, the elderly—isn’t natural.

“…Yes, you really need to learn how to take care of yourself.”

His face flushed to the brim, but Ak Tupir continued with a very calm tone.

“Grandmaster Olnar said he would take necessary action if Shinba High Master caused more than enough harm to the palace. Even if it means breaking the custom.”

“…Grandpa? That is nonsense.”

“You mean Moore doesn’t make sense? Your great-great-grandfather guarded the palace for nearly a century. I’m not the kind of person who would abandon the beliefs that I’ve held on to for so long just because of a blood relative.”

Nashal, who had been sitting in silence until then, suddenly joined the conversation.

“Is that what you want me to hear?”

The old man wrinkled his brow and pursed his lips at the young woman’s disapproval.

“What are you talking about all of a sudden?”

“just now. You noticed me while rhyming for a century. Do you think that I am not as good as Olnar-”

“…Whoa. Just sit quietly. Why do you talk nonsense without grasping the atmosphere?”

Aktufir looked at him as if he were looking at his pitiful nephew and fired at him. Nashal pressed his mouth together enough to fold the veil under his nose. Then he reached out and groped the inside of my thigh.

Ellen, meanwhile, shook her head to erase her angry expression, and opened her mouth.

“…Of course, I don’t want you to just shut up without a plan. I have plans too.”

“A plan? What a surprise. Let’s have a listen.”

In spite of Aktufir’s sarcasm, Ellen tried to put on a relaxed smile.

“I will get the forbidden book back.”

“…Forbidden books?”

“The ‘Book of Destiny’ that Spell Thief Saitz stole from my master, Grandmaster Jemar.” A strange light appeared in Aktufir’s wrinkled eyes. Ellen explained in a rather relaxed tone.

“You remember? Saits interrogated you as a group after recovering from the elixir of time. After stealing, he fled to Modos, where he took the Forbidden Book. Well, it was a deal, to be exact.”

“It’s about the Dark Knight. Named ‘Achillemnur’.”

The old man’s murmur reminded me of an incident from a few months ago.

Saits, a spell thief who now acts as Ellen’s servant, gave the stolen forbidden book to the dark knight Achillem Nur. In exchange, he stole the ‘Throne of Dreams’ – a magical tool that could manifest the Dream Territory in the middle world by being connected to the fantasy realm – from ‘Tenbierma’, the count of Modos and the vampire lord.

After all kinds of hardships, I caught the spell thief Saitsu, robbed the quasi-dimension, and broke the throne.

It seemed that all the problems had been resolved, but Achillemnur, the dark knight who stole the forbidden book from Saits, remained.

“The dark knight who stole the forbidden book from Saitsu left a mark in Seteniora Monastery. He wounded the saint Abel and breathed so much demonic energy that even the authority of the high-ranking priests could not drive him to death.”

“……Ugh

……M.

“Then Asag. I don’t know what the heck he’s up to in that swamp full of corpses, but the dark knight left his soul there again. According to the princess, it was only a while ago that Magi was discovered, so if you search the area, you will find another clue.”

At first glance, it was a plausible reasoning, but to me, who knew the inside story roughly, it sounded like bullshit.

It’s no wonder that it was the death knight led by Luke, the “king of death,” who wounded Saint Abel in Seteniora Monastery.

A death knight is a completely different existence from a dark knight. If a dark knight is a monster belonging to another dimension, a death knight is a powerful undead created by a necromancer.

I don’t know how such a death knight breathed demonic energy into Abel. However, one thing is certain: there were no dark knights in Seteniora Monastery at the time.

Of course, if there had been a dark knight at the time, there was no way I would be alive right now.

Even after he ambushed and decapitated Luke, he almost lost blood while dealing with the undead army he left behind. But you are a dark knight. If there was such a monster, I would have run away on the spot.

“……Kuhm.”

After twitching my lips for a moment, I decided to just shut up.

I’m like, ‘Oh no. The dark knight is not here’ because it was to destroy the justification for Ellen and the wizards to stay here.

“The necrosis that occurred at the Dawning Council is definitely something worth investigating. But will it be as important as the forbidden book in the palace?”

“…You are very confident even with sophistry.”

Ellen shrugged her shoulders, and the tall old wizard shook her head.

“Apart from the fact that our original purpose was not to retrieve the Book of Destiny, but to investigate the Council of Dawn, if the High Master really wanted to pursue the Dark Knight’s traces of the Forbidden Book, he should have gone to Seteniora Monastery instead of here. Aren’t you really ashamed to brag about it as if you had planned it from the beginning, even though you were only lucky to get caught after chasing the red knight?”

“O” Heh.

Ellen nodded without hesitation.

“As a result, thanks to my decision, you found traces of forbidden books.”

“Nonsense… It was just pure luck. Results do not defend process.” “dog sound.” He still smiled softly, but his eyes exhaled cold energy.

“Then why was I so ignored when I couldn’t complete the order?”

“…Suddenly, what kind of nonsense is that?”

“Management and mental concentration, as well as imagery techniques, were all perfect. But I couldn’t complete the order. That’s why you treated me as someone who didn’t exist. You considered it a disgrace to the palace.”

“Such a high master-”

“Why? It must have been because a process that does not produce results is useless to anyone. is not it?”

Ellen was expressionless. Cold flames flickered in the blue eyes.

This time, he didn’t possess a single point of mana. However, the life created by burning countless humans was threatening enough in itself.

“As Radakalin, I swear as a High Master. If you say bullshit in front of me again, I’ll melt all your gold and pour it down your ears. really.”

At the low threat, Aktupir hardened his face and let out an uncomfortable laugh, and Nashal fiddled with the three-headed snake staff that was leaning on the table.

Unlike the two grandmasters, who seemed nervous—and maybe even a little frightened—I was robbed of all my senses by the murderous Ellen.

The angel’s face stiffened like a doll, exuding a cold, sticky flesh.

I feel like I’m going to stop breathing at the guy’s face, his voice, and his scent. The bizarre harmony is so charming that I can’t take my eyes off it.

Ellen, who had been pouring out her energy to live quietly as if feeling the persistent gaze, turned to me in surprise. And what I saw in my eyes was that I blushed in an instant, as if I had been burned.

The cold mask was shattered, and the large eyes blinked incredulously as if they did not know why. I secretly swallowed my saliva because it was so lovely.

What the fuck? I can’t stand it.