Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 239

“They are scheduled to be beheaded at the investiture and armistice celebration party.”

This is.

‘A trap.’

It was clearly a trap.

On the surface, it looked like Einheart was simply punishing spies, and Silver was offering them as sacrifices, like a symbol of the armistice.

Even that alone would involve complex political interests, but there was another motive here.

It was aimed at him.

‘They’re trying to catch me.’

There was a spy in the special forces.

And he would have reported that he had started acting separately.

It must have been a headache for the council members who were targeting him.

They would have tried to move Einheart at the right time and deal with them all at once.

So, probably, according to their original plan, they would have exposed the special forces, captured them, and then.

“They requested the beheading.”

They wanted the punishment to be public.

That way.

‘They thought I, who is related to Baekcheong, would show up.’

Where did this trap originate?

Once you know the ending, the answer is simple.

-The special forces.

From the formation of the special forces.

No, maybe….

‘Before that.’

From when the Zhuge family made a deal with the Guardian Dragon and defected?

It’s deeper than I thought.

‘There’s a smart one.’

I don’t know who it is, but they’re quite clever.

Especially.

‘They might have a foot in both Einheart and Silver.’

The first opponent since returning to Earth that has made him feel even a little bit wary.

“…….”

But looking at that face, his tension melts away.

“Why are you so tense?”

Phile, her face was stiff with tension, which was quite comical.

It wasn’t just her.

Kanehlich, Goliath.

Boom.

All of them in the same limousine were stiff with tension.

“……How can you be so calm?”

Phile asks instead.

Today was finally the day of the party.

The wide-open streets of Paris proved it.

The entire road was controlled to coincide with the day of the party.

This showed how deeply rooted Einheart’s control was in the West, and it gave a glimpse of the power of the Crimson Duke, a great noble of the Empire.

“Today….”

They’re going to capture the Duke.

“We’ve already hunted him once, haven’t we?”

Hunted, she says.

Phile shook her head again, her face stiffening.

“Is it the same as that?”

As it was known, Krim Vladimir, the Duke of Carnage, was stronger than the Crimson Duke.

But.

“The Duke of Carnage was an individual.”

Krim was alone.

His knights were, in the end, just puppets he had created.

But today.

“The great nobles, the Royal Knights, and the knights of the Church are also participating.”

Many strong people are gathering.

To give an example from Silver, it’s like a meeting of the Nine Great Sects and the Five Great Families [powerful martial arts clans].

Of course, not all the Dukes are participating in today’s party, and many are absent, but.

“The people gathered today could wage war against Silver.”

To target the Crimson Duke in a place where so many people have gathered.

“If we make a mistake… no, we’re almost certainly going to die.”

Not them, but us.

It’s practically a suicide mission.

“How can you be so calm?”

So, Phile asks.

“Hmm.”

Lee Rohan exhaled briefly and looked out the window.

His languid eyes.

His face looked like he would fall asleep at any moment if there was even a moment of silence.

That was something that even the Heavenly Demon Divine Art [a powerful martial arts technique] couldn’t change.

“Are there people who get nervous about something that has a predetermined outcome?”

Lee Rohan says.

“Predetermined?”

“Whatever it is, my goal will be achieved. That much is certain. So, there’s no reason to be nervous.”

“Hoo.”

Phile sighs.

Nevertheless, the tension on her face did not subside.

“That goal….”

Phile asks cautiously.

“It’s the same as our goal, right?”

For some reason, it felt strangely detached.

“It’ll be in the same direction.”

Phile wanted to ask more about his ambiguous answer, but she closed her mouth.

“I understand.”

In the end, it was Phile who gave in.

* * *

The party, which was both an investiture ceremony and an armistice celebration, was being held at the Ritz Paris, which had been awarded the Palace rating, given only to the best hotels in France.

There was already a red carpet laid out in front of it.

Chwachwachwachwa!

Numerous reporters were taking pictures.

It was a stark contrast to Silver, who left external activities to the players and remained hidden, practicing self-restraint.

Einheart hid the players, and they themselves were exposed.

“Lord Kula! Please look here!”

“Very good!”

They also enjoyed it.

They enjoyed the attention.

“Waaah!”

They enjoyed the respect and praise.

That was the essence and politics of Einheart.

Admire the nobles, envy the lives of the nobles.

And so.

-Strive to become a noble.

It was something that required making contributions to the Empire and offering absolute loyalty.

That way, people would naturally want to become citizens of the Empire.

Einheart was currently bestowing honorary titles to ordinary people if they had sufficient qualifications.

Also, it was because Einheart and Silver had different natures.

Einheart was.

-An empire and a nation.

In contrast, Silver was.

-A collection of martial artists.

That difference in their very essence created this difference.

“It’s the Golden Sun Knights!”

The Royal Knights.

“It’s the White Tower Lord!”

“The Red Tower Lord came too!”

“I heard the Red Tower Lord is one of the few people who know the Crimson Duke’s face?”

“Waaah!”

The big shots walked down the red carpet.

But now, the reporters and nobles were most interested in others.

That’s why.

Chwachwachwa!

No matter how big a shot appeared, when a new vehicle entered, they turned their cameras.

What they were waiting for was.

-The Duke of Carnage.

It was the guests invited by the Duke of Carnage himself.

The Duke of Carnage family, the oldest ducal family in the Empire to maintain their title.

It was a great ducal family that had never been involved in treason and had made numerous contributions.

However, in the process of suppressing this rebellion, the Duke had died, and the Duke had changed. It was said that those who had greatly contributed to helping the dead former Duke had been directly invited to this party.

The Duke of Carnage had a high reputation for his external activities, but he was notorious because he had no close friends.

The people invited by such a Duke of Carnage.

That’s when it happened.

Chwachwachwachwa!

Flashes burst quickly.

“Who is it!”

“Who is it?”

At that moment when the reporters didn’t know what was going on, Asians began to get out of the limousine.

“It’s Silver!”

A reporter shouted.

“It’s Shaolin from Silver!”

Indeed, those who got out of the limousine and walked on the red carpet were bald except for one person.

They also kept adjusting their clothes as if they were uncomfortable in their black suits, and they bowed their heads quietly and greeted with a prayer.

Today, they had invited Silver’s greetings to commemorate the armistice.

“It is a pleasure to meet you.”

The representative was Great Master Beopsan.

He was the vice-chief of Shaolin.

“Aren’t all Shaolin monks bald?”

“Who is that person?”

The reporters swallowed hard as they looked at the person who stood out among them.

While everyone else had shaved heads, only one person had long hair that was casually let down.

Also, his broad shoulders and large build.

The eyes that were revealed in his hair as he moved.

“Gasp!”

There was something that made their hearts stop just by looking at it.

Even those who were walking on the red carpet stopped and looked at him.

“Hyeo….”

Someone spoke cautiously as if they knew him.

“It’s the Blood Monk!”

That was the signal.

Chwachwachwachwa!

Light burst out simultaneously, like hundreds of missiles being fired.

Shaolin, one of the strongest forces in Silver.

Who was the most famous among them?

Beopcheon, the abbot monk?

No.

“It’s the Blood Monk, Geumgak!”

It was the Blood Monk, Geumgak.

The one who tore apart hundreds of knights with his bare hands and smashed the heads of thousands of players to death.

The infamous Blood Monk had appeared in Einheart.

Goooo!

Indeed, a fierce aura was erupting from all directions.

“How dare….”

The knights that the Blood Monk had torn to pieces.

They were the colleagues and subordinates of those gathered here.

Since the murderer who killed them had appeared, it was inevitable that murderous intent would erupt.

In the midst of so much murderous intent.

“Ugh!”

The reporters staggered and gasped for breath.

“…….”

The Blood Monk just stood quietly and looked at them.

It was Beopsan, the representative of Shaolin, who mediated.

“We have come as envoys to celebrate the armistice.”

His energy slowly pushed back the murderous intent and enveloped everyone.

“Aaaah….”

It was an energy that felt like divine power, making them feel comfortable and warm.

“Are you intimidating the envoys?”

Whether he had an interpreting artifact or not, Beopsan’s voice was delivered to everyone in several languages.

“Or is this the will of His Majesty, the Emperor, the ruler of Einheart?”

The Emperor.

That was the moment the name came out.

Pat!

The murderous intent that had been pouring out disappeared like a lie.

“Tch.”

They also knew.

That they couldn’t cause a disturbance in this place.

The nobles and knights, who seemed annoyed just by looking at them, quickly hurried their steps.

“Let’s go.”

Beopsan also began to lead the group down the red carpet.

Chwachwachwa.

The flashes of light were being sprayed.

“Do we have to be like this?”

The Blood Monk said irritably to Beopsan.

He didn’t like the clothes he was wearing, the reporters’ flashes, or the limousine he had ridden in.

They were disciples of Shaolin.

“What do you care, since you’re a renegade monk anyway?”

Beopsan replied with a smile.

The Blood Monk was the most likely candidate to be the next abbot.

But ironically, he was a renegade monk who broke and ignored the precepts [religious rules].

He ate meat, grew his hair, and committed murder.

Yet, the fact that he was being promoted as the next abbot showed what kind of position the Blood Monk held in Shaolin.

“I broke the precepts to practice martial arts, not to become a clown like this.”

“But this is for the sake of Shaolin and for the sake of Silver.”

“…….”

“Endure it.”

They were about to enter the Ritz Hotel.

At that moment.

Chwachwachwachwa!

The flashes of light that had been pouring towards them were now bursting in another direction.

The Blood Monk stopped.

Swoosh.

Where he turned his gaze, several black limousines were stopping.

The markings and flags attached to the limousines.

“Ba….”

They had finally arrived.

“It’s the Batella Knights!”

The ones that many people were looking forward to seeing at this party, as much as the Crimson Duke.

Chwachwachwachwa!

The appearance of the Blood Monk was also shocking, but the interest in him disappeared in an instant.

Beopsan smiled and said to the Blood Monk, who was standing as if nailed to the spot.

“Why are you like that? Are you disappointed?”

He thought that the Blood Monk was displeased that he had lost attention, but.

Smirk.

Seeing the Blood Monk’s upturned lips, Beopsan’s face became serious.

“Something interesting has come.”

That’s when it happened.

“It’s him!”

“It’s him!”

The reporters’ voices erupted.

“Zeke! It’s Sir Zeke!”