Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 100

The Three Kings’ Disciple (101)

100

The place where Ro-woon and Lee Shin-woo had disappeared.

Only Kwon Cheol’s corpse, with his head and body separated, lay there.

Thud, thud.

Small footsteps began to sound in that place.

Thud.

When the footsteps, which had been growing louder, finally stopped.

Swoosh.

The one who appeared grabbed Kwon Cheol’s head, which was lying on the floor, and lifted it.

Crack!

The head burst like a watermelon.

The remaining body also became limp and turned into a liquid, flowing onto the floor.

“He got messed up pretty badly.”

A voice was heard.

The one who lifted and crushed Kwon Cheol’s severed head was.

“The Bartella Knights’ mission failed, but….”

A smile spread across his lips.

“I’ve gained something bigger.”

His face was the same as the head that had just been crushed.

It was identical to Kwon Cheol.

“Ro-woon, that guy is alive.”

An unexpected gain.

If he had to pick the child he had put the most effort into at the Saebom Orphanage, it would undoubtedly be Ro-woon.

A child who had shown his talent from a young age.

“My successor.”

He was the child he had marked as his successor.

Kwon Cheol, with a satisfied smile, leisurely left the place.

* * *

“Umm….”

A soft light seeped in, tickling his face.

He wore a pleasant smile at the feeling of a good night’s sleep, which he hadn’t felt in a long time, but it was only for a moment.

“Haa-!”

Pile immediately got up and looked around.

“Wh, where is this?”

The terror at the hotel.

He had been prepared to die when the Red Bomb exploded.

And….

“Sir Seran… ?”

The large back he had seen before losing consciousness.

But soon, all the forgotten memories came back.

“……!”

The owner of that back was not the god he served, Seran.

‘What are you talking about?’

It was Ro-woon.

His figure, absorbing all the energy released by the Red Bomb with one hand.

It was when Pile, flustered, got out of bed.

“Are you awake?”

A woman entered with a refreshing voice.

“Ah.”

She was so beautiful that even a woman like herself couldn’t help but admire her.

Neat clothes and a dignified demeanor.

“Who are you?”

Pile asked cautiously, sensing her extraordinary presence at a glance.

“I’m Kang Eun-ha.”

“Kang Eun…ha?”

“I don’t know if you’ve heard of me, but I’m the guild leader of the Eunha Guild.”

“Eunha Guild!”

He knew.

As a knight commander, he wouldn’t be qualified if he hadn’t collected information about what was happening in South Korea upon entering the country.

‘Eunha.’

A guild that had appeared like a comet, destroyed the Iron Sword Alliance, which had been one of the three pillars of South Korea for a long time, and quickly seized Gyeonggi Province.

He remembered being briefed that their power was growing day by day and that they needed to be watched.

“But why are you here?”

But why was the guild leader of such an Eunha Guild in front of him?

“The person who saved you….”

Kang Eun-ha smiled.

But a small chill was felt beyond that smile.

“Is my master.”

“Master?”

“He is the true master of Eunha.”

The true master of Eunha?

“Don’t worry too much about your companions. Most of them are seriously injured, but we are doing our best to treat them.”

After saying that, Kang Eun-ha left, leaving behind a small but appetizing-looking meal.

Pile, with a dazed face as if he was still half-asleep.

She approached the window and pulled back the slightly open curtain.

“Ah….”

The same feeling as when he saw Kang Eun-ha.

“Beautiful.”

Pile was genuinely impressed.

***

The rapidly developing Blood King Castle.

Heukshi’s investment had gone beyond the scale that could be called an investment, and its size had already grown as several worlds merged.

Along with that, many people had joined the Blood King Castle, and they were united in restoring the entire crumbling Blood King Castle.

Buzzing, buzzing.

Everywhere he looked, it was full of people.

All of their faces were full of vitality.

But what was even more surprising was….

“Strong.”

They were all emitting a strong aura.

‘Eun.’

He had learned a lot about them, who were his enemies, and had done a lot of research.

He had even infiltrated one of Eun’s worlds and destroyed it.

But he never imagined that Eun’s world would be like this.

A dark and gloomy world.

A stuffy world where no vitality could be found.

But this place was different.

“…….”

The Church?

It was different from that place too.

It was the first time he had seen such a vibrant world.

Pile, sitting on the stairs and watching the Blood King Castle.

‘Master.’

He could roughly guess who the master she had mentioned was.

But because of that, Pile’s mind was full of confusion.

The man who had saved him in the past.

He had searched for information about him, but he was said to be dead.

But he was alive and well.

‘A martial artist.’

He, who had been a player, had become a martial artist.

Pile knew better than anyone that it was impossible.

“What the hell….”

A feeling of his mind being full of chaos.

“Who are you?”

Pile asked, turning to the shadow that had suddenly appeared.

“Ro-woon.”

Ro-woon, who had spoken lightly, sat down next to Pile.

“Still can’t believe it?”

“No. I know that you’re the one… the one who saved me.”

He had changed a lot from the past, but.

‘His back.’

In his back, Pile saw the man from the past.

“But… I don’t understand.”

He wanted an answer.

“What the hell are you? You weren’t a player? You definitely weren’t a martial artist back then.”

Even if his power was sealed, that feeling wouldn’t disappear.

What he had felt when he came into contact with Ro-woon was not the internal energy of a martial artist, but the magic power flowing from the system core.

“But how did you become a martial artist, and also….”

This beautiful world.

“How did you create such a world….”

“It’s a coincidence.”

A coincidence.

“Just like I saved you.”

It was a coincidence.

“There’s just someone who saved me.”

“Someone who saved you?”

“Yeah.”

Those people he couldn’t see right now.

“…….”

Pile was silent for a long time before speaking again.

“What are you thinking?”

He knew that even if he asked about Ro-woon’s secrets, they weren’t things that he would easily tell.

In any case, Ro-woon was the one who had saved them.

It was against his knightly spirit to trouble him.

But he had to ask this much.

“Why did you bring us to your world?”

He knew how much Eun valued their world and how secretive they were about it.

Unlike Einheart, they hid the entrance to their world and did not accept outsiders.

But these people had brought them, the residents of Einheart, to Eun’s world.

“There would be those who would benefit if you died. I want to see them move.”

The ones who targeted the Bartella Knights.

They were moving.

“I have to make them pay for almost hurting me, don’t I?”

A look of incomprehension.

“The peace treaty must not be broken.”

Pile’s eyes were filled with even more bewilderment at Ro-woon’s words.

Although they hadn’t had a long conversation, the current Ro-woon clearly didn’t seem to have much interest in the lives of others.

He had saved them and countless lives, but.

‘Those eyes.’

The emptiness in those eyes made Pile feel a lot.

“Still, you care about the people of Earth….”

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

“…….”

“It’s just that if I want to achieve what I want, it’s better for the two worlds to be in contact than not.”

What he wanted.

“So that’s why you saved us.”

Now Pile could understand.

Ro-woon wanted something in Einheart.

He thought that the peace treaty shouldn’t be broken for that.

And.

“Because the Bartella Knights, because I will be of help.”

If he wanted something in Einheart, they, who could exert great influence there, would be of help to him.

“You’re right.”

Pile nodded at Ro-woon’s words.

“A knight doesn’t forget a favor. You’ve saved my life twice. And the lives of the other Bartella Knights.”

He spoke sincerely.

“I’ll grant you any one request.”

“Anything?”

“Yes. Any….”

Pile’s face turned red as he said that.

It was because a line from a novel he had read sometime came to mind.

‘I’ll grant you anything.’

‘Then what I want is….’

His face turned as red as a carrot.

“The Empire.”

But the words that came out of Ro-woon’s mouth were far beyond Pile’s expectations.

“Have you ever seen the Emperor?”

“……!”

* * *

Ro-woon and Pile moved to another place.

The two words that had come out of Ro-woon’s mouth.

‘The Empire. The Emperor.’

They were not light words at all.

The two forces that supported Einheart.

The Empire and the Church.

Among them, the Church was ruled by the Pope, but they worshiped a god named Seran.

But the Empire was different.

“Have you ever seen the Emperor of the Empire?”

In the Empire, the name Emperor was.

‘A living god.’

He was literally a living god.

He was said to be absolute, impossible to disobey, and to possess absolute power in himself.

“I have.”

Pile had seen him.

“The Emperor is more active outside than you think. I’ve seen him during the Knights’ exchanges.”

“Do you remember his aura?”

The Emperor’s aura.

“Vaguely. I couldn’t read it properly because he was stronger than me.”

Pile, she was also a master of the Mystic Realm by Eun’s standards.

Moreover, if she used the sacred artifact, the symbol of the Church’s Knights, she could break through her limits for a moment.

A stronger person than her.

“Look closely.”

Ro-woon stood up and began to raise his aura.

Whoo-oong.

The energy gathered in his chest.

“Ma, mana?”

It was mana that a martial artist could never use, should never use.

“Wh, what are you doing!”

Pile tried to stop Ro-woon, but the aura that was already spreading from Ro-woon’s body was pushing away everything around him in a domineering manner.

Fwaaa!

The hem of his clothes was torn in the vortex.

What was visible in the center of his exposed upper body.

“A circle….”

It was the ring of someone who possessed a circle [a mark of a powerful player].

A player, a martial artist, and….

‘A circler.’

He was beginning to doubt whether the man in front of him was even human like himself.

“How is it?”

“Wh, what?”

“The aura.”

Pile came to his senses at Ro-woon’s words.

He knew what he was asking now.

“Is it similar to the Emperor’s?”

“…….”

Pile thought for a long time.

“I don’t know.”

Even if he had seen the Emperor, it was only a brief glimpse.

He hadn’t seen him emit his aura.

“This circle too?”

“If I had seen the Emperor’s naked body, even I would have had a hard time handling it.”

“I guess so.”

Ro-woon nodded.

“Is that what you want to ask?”

“That’s right.”

Ro-woon said.

“The next time you see the Emperor, find out if this aura is similar to his.”

“Similar to the Emperor… are you saying that the ring you have is the essence of the Damian Imperial family?”

Ro-woon didn’t answer.

“Haa…. It’s absurd, but okay. With that, my life….”

“I saved you twice.”

“……!”

“There’s another request.”

Pile looked a little tearful for a moment.

“Tell me.”

“Everything about one name. I want you to find it.”

“A name?”

Ro-woon said.

“Siegkhardt von Damian.”

Pile’s eyes suddenly widened as he heard the name he spoke so calmly.

“The founding Emperor Siegkhardt.”

It was a name that no one in Einheart could not know.