Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 216

The Three Kings’ Disciple (217)

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France.

It was a country with a long history and immense influence in Europe, and indeed, on the entire planet.

And that remains true even now, with the invasion of new worlds.

The Western world, including Europe, is now almost entirely dominated by two forces of Einheart [a powerful, possibly magical, faction or empire].

Two forces.

-The Empire, and the Theocracy.

They divide and rule the West.

They divided territories as needed, and sometimes the Theocracy and the Empire would join forces to govern together.

France was an example of the latter.

Considered a gateway to England, the headquarters of the Theocracy, and a strategic location, this place was jointly managed by a Duke of the Empire and a Cardinal of the Theocracy.

A place where immense power was concentrated.

This was France, a place where numerous knights and Circle mages [mages who are part of a formal organization] were stationed.

And even within France, in its capital, Paris.

Swoosh, swoosh.

Figures hidden in the shadows were watching someone.

They wore ordinary clothes, giving the impression that they could blend in with anyone, be they ordinary people, Circle mages, or players [individuals with special abilities or roles in this world].

These individuals, whose unique presence didn’t feel out of place, were known by this name.

-Crows.

They were the secret agents of the Empire.

Their identities were those of secret agents who would readily sacrifice their lives for the glory, preservation, and advancement of the Empire.

Swoosh.

Moving like shadows, they exchanged signals among themselves.

In the meantime, their faces and attire changed.

“What’s the surveillance level?”

Finally meeting, two Crows spoke without looking at each other, their eyes lowered.

“Level 1.”

“……!”

A Crow, who would normally not show even the slightest emotional fluctuation, widened his pupils.

That was because a surveillance level of 1 was not something that was easily assigned.

The highest level, except for special and higher grades.

At the very least.

‘A Cardinal or a Duke level.’

A surveillance level of 1 was only given to those who were at least a Cardinal of the Theocracy or a Duke of the Empire.

A level deemed to be a direct threat to the Empire.

“And….”

One of the Crows said.

“He is someone who has the potential to be classified as special grade.”

“…….”

There was no further emotional fluctuation.

He was so surprised that he became calm.

Swoosh, swoosh.

Even in the meantime, the shadows of the streets continued to change.

“What happened?”

The Crow receiving the assignment had just returned from a mission a short while ago.

Although it was a world with developed communication, due to the nature of the Crows, all information was shared through verbal and whispered exchanges, and no prior information was given until they were directly deployed on a mission.

“He was first discovered in Germany.”

The two began to speak, looking at the man sitting in a restaurant far away.

Silver hair, almost white, a tall and sturdy physique, and a face that seemed to draw you in just by looking at it.

But the most striking thing was his eyes.

‘What kind of eyes….’

They were born with their fate as Crows.

They had seen dozens, hundreds, thousands of people, but those languid eyes were something they had never seen before, something indescribable.

“He was confirmed to have passed through Germany and headed to the Netherlands, and it was there that he became a surveillance target after dealing with a Gate Break [a tear in reality, often unleashing monsters].”

“A Gate Break in Germany….”

It was S-class.

It was already considered dangerous, and with the high grade, the lord of the Empire who ruled Germany had requested support.

Moreover, the annihilation of the Chirping Bird Knights had been confirmed there, and the death of the Black Knight and even riots had occurred.

Knights were deployed to suppress the riots, and eventually, the gate had burst open.

The damage caused by it was unimaginable, and several knight orders were struggling to deal with it.

But.

‘It was said to have been resolved in less than three days.’

They now knew that it was related to that man.

“And he was discovered in the Netherlands.”

The second time was in the Netherlands.

“There….”

A smile appeared on the Crow’s lips.

This was also a rare occurrence.

“You know Alsendo, right?”

“Alsendo….”

He was also a level 1.

And a wanted man.

The Crows were ordered to kill him on sight, and he was one of the most wanted criminals, with several knight orders already chasing him.

“You probably don’t know that Alsendo was hunted down. It was kept secret.”

“No way.”

“Yes. It’s him.”

He was also him?

Then it was somewhat understandable.

‘He hunted down a level 1.’

So that meant he also had at least a level 1 threat level.

And….

“In Belgium.”

“What else is there?”

Just when they thought it was over, the story wasn’t finished.

“The Death Spear Knights….”

“Don’t say such nonsense!”

The Crow shouted without realizing it.

The Death Spear Knights were not beings that could be talked about so casually.

Within the Empire, there were 30 knight orders recognized by the Emperor.

They were the elite of the elite, the Royal Knights.

The Death Spear, even if they were at the bottom, were still part of the Royal Knights.

“The vice-commander heard his rumors and requested a duel.”

“……And?”

“We Crows don’t know the details of the fight. Unless authorized, we are forbidden from monitoring the Royal Knights.”

The Crow waited for the words.

And.

“I don’t know what happened, but after the duel, the vice-commander’s sword was broken.”

The knight’s sword was broken.

“Good heavens.”

How else could that be described other than a defeat?

The vice-commander of the Death Spear Knights had been defeated.

And he.

“He certainly has a high chance of becoming a special grade.”

A Grand Sword Master.

The Crows’ eyes turned back to the man sitting in the restaurant.

He was.

Clink.

Simply enjoying his meal leisurely.

***

A silver-haired handsome man, moving his knife while looking out the window.

The man, who was having a meal that cost hundreds of thousands of won in Korean currency, was extremely relaxed.

Even in this restaurant, frequented only by the upper class, he exuded a unique aura.

“Who is he?”

“I’ve never seen that face before.”

Everyone was glancing at the silver-haired man.

Clink.

He put down the fork he was holding.

“This wine….”

He ignored even the voice explaining the paired wine.

Just.

Clink.

They were just looking and looking at him.

It was like being under a spell.

His appearance alone drew immense curiosity and attention.

“Perfect.”

Even his manners and posture were extraordinary.

Elegance and charisma were not things that could be easily learned or acquired.

Most of it was simply innate.

But that silver-haired man.

Clink.

He was the embodiment of elegance and charisma.

Such a person was not easily seen in one’s lifetime.

Even for those who were called the upper class, it was an elegance they had never seen before.

Elegant.

And stylish.

“Oh.”

That was why they were watching him in a daze.

“I… I’ve seen that kind of presence before.”

Among them, someone in the restaurant said in a small voice, shocked.

“If I was lucky, I was once invited to a banquet.”

“A banquet… ?”

In response to the question, the person, having erased the shock and filled his face with pride, said.

“It was an imperial banquet.”

“……Is that, really?”

It was an imperial banquet where not just anyone could be invited, and the fact that one was invited could change their life.

“There….”

“Th, that’s enough.”

The person who was listening to the story grabbed his heart and stopped him.

“I don’t think I can stay sane if I hear more. But… is it possible?”

“You know it too, don’t you?”

The faces of everyone who heard the voice hardened.

“That silver hair….”

Just as he was carefully about to speak.

“Guh-ack!”

A scream came from somewhere.

“What…!”

Thud!

And the massacre began.

Arrows and blades flew.

“Kyaaaaaaak!”

The inside of the restaurant was instantly turned into a mess.

The attacks that flew were merciless, sweeping everyone away in one blow.

There was no use in running away.

“Where are the guards!”

As they had said, these were the upper class of France.

Or there were also some Einheartians who held noble titles.

Naturally, they were always accompanied by the protection of mercenary groups.

Crash!

The door was violently opened, and something was thrown in.

Trickle.

The floor was stained with blood, as if a red carpet had been laid out.

What had created it was.

“Uwaaaah!”

The guards who had been waiting outside to protect their masters.

“Guh-ack!”

The chaos was happening not only inside but also outside.

They were dying and killing.

“Do you know who I am!”

Among them, a person wearing dangling accessories stood up and shouted.

“I am the lord of Zvishov…!”

An Einheart noble.

Even if their title was insignificant, they were beings with immense power that was clearly different from others.

Just daring to touch them could bring great misfortune.

“Zvishov… wha….”

As he was speaking, his head slowly tilted down.

And he could see.

“Zvishov what.”

The sword that was deeply embedded in his chest.

The one holding the sword, he spoke leisurely.

“I am Count Obura.”

The pupils of the one pierced by the sword shook.

Whoosh!

The sword was pulled out.

Thud.

And the man fell.

Now, the only ones alive in the restaurant were the grotesque figures wearing light armor.

The place was filled with a silence that had been washed clean.

Clink.

The sound of cutlery still moving could be heard.

Swoosh.

Everyone looked at that place at once.

“…….”

Even though a massacre had just occurred, the man was calmly cutting the bloody meat and bringing it to his mouth as if nothing had happened.

Normally, there would have been admiration.

His elegant appearance was not only eye-catching but also awakened something deep within the heart.

But now it was different.

Slap.

The man who introduced himself as Count Obura was slowly approaching him.

“It’s you.”

Count Obura’s face was distorted.

Scrape.

He pulled a chair and sat in front of the silver-haired handsome man.

“Are you pretending to be relaxed? Or are you confident?”

Even as he spoke, the other man didn’t even look at him.

Count Obura’s brow furrowed deeply.

He was a Count.

He possessed a large territory, and he was treated like an emperor by the nobles below him.

From the rank of Count, he could summon the Empire’s knight orders as needed, and he could command them.

“Are you deaf?”

He had the power to mobilize all the slaves in his territory.

The Great Lord of Estonia, Count Obura.

He was not someone who could be ignored within the Empire.

“Oh, dear.”

His hand moved.

His hand, which possessed as much power as his authority, moved as if to sweep away the table.

When his hand, which was about to knock over the cutlery and disturb his meal, finally moved from the left side of the table to the right.

“Now I’ll….”

He looked at his hand as if he couldn’t believe it.

The meat that the silver-haired handsome man was putting in his mouth was even redder.