Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 217

The Three Kings’ Disciple (218)

Count Obura trembled involuntarily.

Count Obura looked at his hand in a hurry.

“Hukk.”

He swallowed a groan without realizing it.

For a moment, he thought his wrist had been cut off.

He thought the blood had soaked the meat.

“…….”

But it wasn’t.

His arm was still there, not moving on the table.

‘This is….’

Count Obura swallowed another groan.

‘Future sight.’

The future he would have faced if he had overturned the table.

He had seen it for a moment.

“Count.”

The knights next to him tried to approach Obura, who was sweating, but.

Swoosh!

Count Obura raised his hand to stop them.

This was not an opponent the knights could handle.

‘This man cannot be dealt with by force.’

He had a strong conviction.

But force was not the only card he had.

“Alsendo.”

Count Obura took a breath and spoke.

“You know, right?”

The wanted man, Alsendo.

This was the reason Obura had come all the way here, the reason he had been tracking this man.

A wanted man and a runaway knight who had annihilated an entire knight order.

A traitor to the Empire, Alsendo.

“I had some business with him, but you killing him has caused a setback.”

He acknowledged this man’s strength.

But the world doesn’t revolve solely around force.

Especially in Einheart, power is paramount.

Status and title determine everything, and no matter how great a knight is, they cannot defy a title.

No one in Einheart, except for the Pope of the Theocracy, could defy it.

‘The Emperor.’

It was related to his authority.

“You will have to finish that job.”

Clatter.

The moving knife stopped then.

Only then did a smile spread across Count Obura’s lips.

“I command you as a Count, an authority recognized by His Majesty the Emperor.”

The silver-haired handsome man was known to use a large greatsword and mana.

‘A Circler [A person who can manipulate mana].’

As an Einheartian, he would not be able to avoid the authority of His Majesty the Emperor.

Now everything would go as Count Obura wished….

“If you’re a Count, you must be a loyal dog of the Empire.”

But Count Obura frowned at the voice he heard.

“I remember Alsendo was a wanted man, isn’t that against the Empire’s will?”

“How dare you try to guess His Majesty the Emperor’s will?”

Shing.

The knights in the restaurant began to shine their swords.

“A clear act of treason….”

“You’re the ones committing treason.”

“What?”

The handsome man with a languid face smiled.

“If you’re a dog of the Empire….”

Swoosh.

Slowly, the handsome man took the knife in his hand.

“Obey me.”

“You…!”

Count Obura felt that things had definitely gone wrong and hurriedly tried to get up.

He never expected this kind of reaction, even after mentioning His Majesty the Emperor.

‘I need to create some distance.’

The opponent was strong.

And a strong one whose skills he couldn’t yet be sure of.

Thud!

As he roughly pushed the chair away and Count Obura stood up, that’s when.

Thwack!

He felt a cold sensation piercing his neck.

“Guh!”

Something gurgled up from his throat.

He tried to push it away with mana, but.

“Because I am the rightful owner of the Empire.”

The voice he heard was like a declaration that he could do nothing.

Full of dignity and charisma.

“……!”

The Emperor’s declaration.

Count Obura turned his gaze with a blank face.

Surely, at this point, the knights should have rushed to kill that man.

Thud.

They were all collapsed and writhing on the floor.

‘When… did this happen….’

It was as if he had been possessed by something.

Count Obura was also a knight of the Blade Earth Knight Order, one of the Royal Knights, and he was also a Grand Master, but.

‘This man is on a different level.’

Thud.

The table was pushed away with one hand.

Bang!

It hit the wall, making a noise.

There was nothing blocking the space between Count Obura and the handsome man.

Step.

The man slowly approached Count Obura, and Count Obura couldn’t move from his spot as if his feet were nailed to the ground.

“I speak as the rightful heir of the Damian Empire.”

“Bull…shit….”

“Die.”

The man’s hand grabbed the handle of the knife stuck in his neck.

Swoosh!

The knife was pulled out, and blood gushed from Count Obura’s neck.

That was the end of Count Obura, the Great Lord of Estonia and a Royal Knight.

He did not hesitate to join hands with traitors for the sake of a marquisate.

Thud.

Silence returned to the restaurant.

***

“Crazy.”

A Crow who entered the restaurant said with a frown.

‘Count Obura.’

They already knew that he, who could not be ignored within the Empire, had entered Paris.

They had also figured out that he was moving secretly with some purpose.

The Crows were also aware of his relationship with Alsendo.

“What did he die from?”

When Count Obura was about to enter the restaurant with his knights, the Crows had to make a choice.

‘Should we stop him, or leave him be?’

The answer was simple.

The Crows do not interfere much unless it is their mission.

Count Obura was also included in the surveillance list, but his rank was low, and there was a separate person in charge.

So they left him alone.

‘Let’s see.’

They thought it was a good opportunity to see the skills of the handsome man who was now making the Crows stir.

They never expected.

“He killed the Count.”

The Crow said, touching the fallen Count’s corpse.

A corpse with its neck half-cut by a knife.

A strong man like Count Obura would have been able to resist even in that state, but there was no trace of resistance at all.

“I need to see what happened.”

There was a limit to monitoring from afar.

Especially when a conflict occurred, the senses of the strong would expand and become more sensitive, so they had kept their distance even further to avoid being discovered.

So they hadn’t witnessed what had happened inside.

‘The Crow’s Ring.’

Their ability was to experience what had happened here directly.

Whoosh!

Mana flowing from the Crow’s heart spread out and filled the restaurant.

It was as if time was flowing backward in the place filled with corpses.

-Who exactly is he?

Time had gone back to when the handsome man was eating, slicing the meat with a knife.

When the people in the restaurant were admiring him.

And then.

Thwack!

There was an attack, and the people in the restaurant began to be massacred.

“…….”

It was a terrible thing.

An act that was no different from terrorism.

But.

‘There’s nothing to worry about.’

There was nothing particularly problematic about Count Obura’s actions.

If he were a baron or a viscount, it would be different.

But as a Count.

‘An existence no different from a king of a nation.’

From the rank of Count, they had the right to summarily execute traitors on behalf of the Empire.

All judgments were up to the nobles.

Whether they actually committed treason or not was not important.

Time flowed further.

-It’s you.

It was when Count Obura and the handsome man were facing each other.

-Alsendo. You know, right?

As expected, Count Obura had come all the way here because of Alsendo.

Now the battle would begin.

The handsome man’s skills….

Zzzzt!

The vision began to shake as if there was noise.

“Kuh, kuhhh!”

The Crow frowned and covered his ears as a headache filled his head.

“Kuh, kuhhh!”

A terrible pain was messing with his head.

‘What!’

The Crow, who was struggling to suppress the pain from something he had never experienced before.

When the pain finally stopped.

“I command you as the rightful heir of the Damian Empire.”

The clear voice and scene felt as real as if it were happening now.

“Die.”

That was how Count Obura died.

“…….”

The Crow stood there as if nailed to the spot.

“Just now….”

He couldn’t believe it.

“What did I hear?”

A blank face.

Shudder.

His whole body was trembling.

That was what was expressing the Crow’s feelings.

It didn’t feel real at all.

It was a lie.

‘It’s a lie.’

He repeated it over and over again.

But.

“No way!”

This was an unavoidable reality.

Einheartians were born with a circle engraved on them that allowed them to connect with mana, and they transformed and grew it according to the appropriate form.

Depending on the shape of the circle, the ring, the number and rotation, its power was manifested and it gained strength.

And also.

‘The Covenant [A magical agreement].’

Every circle had a covenant.

A promise made heart to heart.

It prohibited rebellion against the Empire and disobedience to the Emperor’s orders.

And.

-No one can impersonate a member of the Imperial Family.

A covenant that prevented anyone from falsely claiming to be a member of the Imperial Family and speaking lies.

That was how they could catch and weed out those who impersonated members of the Imperial Family in the divided and connected worlds.

In other words.

“……….”

It was real.

“A real… heir?”

If the handsome man was a Circler, then he was truly the heir of the Empire.

Unable to believe the reality, a reality he could not handle alone, the Crow was about to move in a hurry when.

“…….”

The Crow stopped again.

Saaah.

The sensation that had saved him many times through countless battles was shouting.

“Are you really….”

The Crow spoke without turning around.

“Are you the heir of the Empire?”

The blood-stained mirror in the restaurant.

Reflected in it was the silver-haired handsome man leaning against the wall, looking at the Crow.

* * *

The silver-haired handsome man.

Lee Rowan had used the Heavenly Demon Divine Art to slightly change his appearance as he separated from the Special Task Force.

He changed his black hair to silver and slightly altered his eyes and face shape.

He didn’t make any big changes.

This face was the one his masters knew.

That was enough.

The change in hair color changed the overall atmosphere, and just by slightly changing the face shape, the whole feeling was different.

The reason Lee Rowan did that was because of the two things he had to do in Einheart.

‘The Soul-Returning Divine Medicine [A legendary medicine].’

The task of searching for and bringing back the Soul-Returning Divine Medicine, which was his original goal.

And another thing was.

“……….”

The Empire.

He was connected to them.

The young man was looking at Lee Rowan as if he couldn’t believe it.

-Are you the heir of the Empire?

Lying was commonplace for Einheartians.

In the politics of the nobles, lying was a necessary virtue that they had to live with.

But there was one thing that they could never say or even think about.

A lie that, if violated, would result in the extreme punishment of having their circle destroyed according to the covenant, without anyone having to step in.

‘Impersonating a member of the Imperial Family.’

No one could dare to impersonate a member of the Imperial Family of the Empire.

But the being in front of him….

“Really….”

He was saying so naturally that he was a member of the Imperial Family, the heir of the Empire.

“Are you the heir of the Empire?”

He had to know.

And.

‘I have to catch him.’

The Crow was intuitively aware that this was a huge turning point in his life.

Wooong.

A resonance echoed in his ears.

The Crow looked down at the other’s chest and.

Swoosh.

At his own chest.

Zzzzt!

A harsh noise was coming from his chest.

Something was definitely wrong, but there was also something certain.

“The Emperor….”

The ring on his chest was being forcibly moved.

This was only possible with one thing.

That only the legitimate children of the Damian Empire possessed.

“The Emperor’s Ring….”

It was the power of the Emperor’s Ring.