Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 224

“Don’t give him time.”

He would give time to the wandering knight who had come to him.

In the end, his end would be a miserable death, so before that, he would let him enjoy as much time as possible.

“Don’t hold back on the food, and give him everything he wants.”

That was the only mercy he could give to a human who was destined to be slaughtered.

Petus thought and spoke to his chief knight, Hamaye.

“I will do as you command, my lord….”

Just as Hamaye was about to bow his head and answer.

“I don’t need that kind of time.”

A languid voice echoed in the room.

The response was immediate.

Clang!

Hamaye’s sword, which had been drawn out before anyone knew it.

Whoosh!

Two fireballs that had appeared in Blando Petus’s hands.

“…Impressive.”

Blando said, looking at the man standing in front of the closed curtains, Irowoon.

“How did you do that?”

He hadn’t even felt a presence.

The room was clearly a sealed room.

He couldn’t even tell how he had entered or how he had hidden himself.

There were such beings.

“Crows….”

Also known as the Imperial Black Cloaks, they were specialists in infiltration, assassination, and information gathering.

They only knew that they existed, but they didn’t know who they were or how they were able to do such things.

Even though the title of Count was by no means a low title, even Petus only had a vague idea about the Crows.

“Unfortunately, no.”

At Irowoon’s answer, Petus frowned.

Swoosh.

Hamaye was ready to jump out and cut off Irowoon’s head at any moment.

“Did you hear everything?”

“If you’re talking about me taking your head. Well, I heard it.”

“…….”

A strange tension flowed.

Petus and Hamaye were fully prepared for battle.

Unlike them, Irowoon was standing there leisurely.

But for some reason.

Gulp.

It seemed like it was Petus, not Irowoon, who was being cornered.

Petus’s Adam’s apple moved as he kept swallowing dry saliva.

‘What is this? This tension.’

Petus had grown stronger and had lost much of his fear.

But at this moment, it felt like his suppressed instincts were awakening and screaming.

-Run away!

Something close to a scream.

-Don’t resist!

It was possible that.

‘Is that you telling me?’

It was possible that the guy inside Petus was telling him that.

Step.

As Irowoon moved his foot.

“Don’t move!”

Hamaye shouted urgently.

Step.

Even so, his foot was still moving.

Twitch.

Hamaye wanted to rush at Irowoon right away and slash his neck with his aura-infused sword, but for some reason, his feet wouldn’t move.

Step, step.

Irowoon moved freely as if this place was his own room.

Thud.

He sat down on Petus’s chair.

At that moment, both Petus and Hamaye were almost lost in admiration.

Naturalness.

It was so natural that it felt as if that seat had belonged to Irowoon from the beginning, not Petus’s.

The dignity and charisma that could be felt within it were so overwhelming that it left them speechless.

Gulp.

Petus’s Adam’s apple moved again.

‘This guy is not just a wandering knight.’

There was something more.

The fact that his head kept wanting to bow was proof of that.

A thought that he should never have.

‘It feels like when I met that person.’

A figure that reminded him of someone.

Squeak.

Irowoon leaned back in his chair and naturally rested his arm on the handle.

“The Crows told me.”

“……!”

“That you are plotting a rebellion.”

“Non, nonsense!”

Hamaye shouted, but his voice was drowned out.

“Of course, it’s not a rebellion against the Imperial Family. It’s close to impossible in the first place.”

Irowoon said alone.

“So, Blando Petus, who lost his entire family, including his relatives, will be executed for treason.”

“…….”

“And I was going to be recognized for that achievement and inherit the title of the Petus family.”

The truth was revealed calmly.

There was no room to doubt any of it.

“How dare you!”

In the end, his loyalty to his master overcame the subtle fear that had been suppressing his body.

Whoosh!

A huge aura blade rose, and Hamaye was about to swing his sword without hesitation, but.

“Stop!”

Petus’s command fell.

The two fireballs that had appeared in his hands had also disappeared without a trace.

***

“So be it.”

Petus said, letting his hands fall.

“My lord!”

Hamaye shouted, but Petus continued to speak.

‘Ah.’

Then, Hamaye seemed to realize something and stepped back.

‘You think you won’t be able to find it anyway.’

No matter how wicked the Crows were, the opponent was a Count of the nobility.

‘Evidence.’

Evidence of treason.

Unless they found it, neither the Crows nor the wandering knight could punish Count Petus.

Count Petus knew this and was saying this.

-If you have evidence, punish me as much as you want.

After all, it was difficult to find that evidence unless Count Petus revealed it.

And also, Hamaye saw the wandering knight in a new light.

He was not just strong in terms of power.

‘He’s trying to find evidence.’

By provoking Petus, he was deliberately trying to make him leak evidence.

“It is true that I plotted a rebellion.”

“My lord!”

It wasn’t.

Unlike Hamaye’s complicated thoughts, Petus was sincere.

He confessed himself.

Clench.

If he didn’t kill that wandering knight now, something irreversible would happen.

“So kill me and do what you want.”

Hamaye closed his mouth.

As a knight, he could not object to what his master was doing.

He was his master’s sword.

If he pointed at something, he would cut it down, and if he told him to protect it, he would protect it.

That was Hamaye’s code of chivalry.

“But.”

Petus said.

“The fact that you’re saying this to me means that you don’t intend to do it right now.”

The last mercy given to an animal before slaughter?

But it didn’t seem like it.

“…….”

It was hard to read the emotions in that languid face.

But for some reason, Petus didn’t think that the wandering knight, Irowoon, was going to act according to his original purpose.

If he was thinking something else.

Clench.

He would have to play along.

“Can you listen to my story?”

When there was no answer to Petus’s words, Petus quietly nodded and continued.

“The Petus County has not wandered the world for a long time, about five hundred years.”

Like the other fragments of Einheart, the Petus County had spent a time closer to a kingdom than a single territory.

The Count was changed through inheritance, and within that, the Petus Counts managed the territory well in their own way.

There was nothing particularly lacking in the Petus County, and they did not suffer from famine or starvation.

Rather.

-It’s better than the past.

There were even those who said that it was better than the days when they were under the rule of the Empire.

A peaceful time.

But as always, there was an end.

“Then the door opened.”

The door to the fragmented world opened again.

A door connecting to Earth.

And that meant many things.

The Petus County could no longer become the Petus Kingdom.

It was time to return to being a county again.

But they were ready to accept it.

“I hoped, and hoped again.”

Hopefully.

“That our ruler would be a great one.”

And so the door opened.

* * *

The door opened.

The Petus County was once again connected to the world.

Fortunately, their door opened within the Einheart’s sphere of influence, and the European Association, sensing that the door had opened, summoned the Empire’s officials and began an investigation.

Count Petus naturally swore allegiance to the Emperor again and was able to maintain his position as Count Petus.

Just once.

He saw the Emperor at that time.

“The feeling I felt at that time….”

What he felt when he saw the Emperor.

“It’s the same as what I feel now.”

It was vague.

He didn’t know.

Just as he couldn’t know what Irowoon was thinking, the Emperor was the same.

He even thought that he might be a doll.

Still.

“It was hopeful.”

There was hope.

That the Emperor would not interfere much with the Petus County.

That it would be different from the past, but it would be at a level that he could fully accept.

However.

Whoosh.

Count Petus’s aura began to change.

The thing that was slowly crawling out.

Whoosh.

It was probably because the circle engraved on Count Petus’s chest was rotating and resonating, even though it was not visible.

It was not from hostility towards Irowoon.

Count Petus’s emotions, and the circle that was synchronized with those emotions, were expressing those emotions.

Kuwah!

The mana was fluctuating like a roar.

This meant one thing.

-Rage.

An unbearable, magnificent rage was being expressed as the story progressed.

“The Emperor is not interested in us.”

He was only concerned with the entire Empire.

But.

“Others are not like that.”

Others.

“The Imperial Sword.”

If the Crows were expressed as the Imperial Black Cloaks, there were those who were called the Imperial Swords.

Or rather, to be precise.

“The Emperor’s Sword.”

The forces called the Emperor’s Sword and their master.

“Duke Vladimir.”

It was Duke Vladimir.

One of the five great dukes of the Empire, and the one who was more famous by another name.

The most famous of the names that called him was, of course.

“The Duke of Carnage.”

Finally, Irowoon’s mouth opened.

Then, Petus bit his lip and nodded.

Trickle.

The blood flowing from the corner of his mouth represented his anger and emotions.

“He came to visit.”

The Duke’s visit.

No matter how high a Count of the nobility was in the Empire, a Duke was a human from another world.

A Count was ultimately a being that could be called a noble no matter what he did.

But a Duke was.

-Like a king.

He was only under the Emperor, but he wielded absolute power and could sometimes defy the Emperor’s orders.

That was what a Duke was.

“He came and….”

Everything from that time was vivid.

-You must be Count Blando Petus.

Arrogant, with an arrogant tone and expression.

And his appearance.

He looked too young and immature to be called a Duke.

But everything about him was real.

His title as a Duke too.

-I’ve heard stories from a few people.

His power too.

On the day he visited the territory, he held the heads of the people of the county that Count Petus had cherished.

Just like his name, the Duke of Carnage.

-You’ve done something very disrespectful.

His hands were never free of blood.

-Did you really think you were a king after escaping the rule of the Empire?

At that time, Blando had already stepped into the realm of Sword Master [a master swordsman].

He was also a 4th circle mage, developing his talent as a magic swordsman.

-Because of people like you, the Emperor is uncomfortable, or will be uncomfortable.

With that ambiguous statement.

-So.

He ordered.

-Kill them.

His body trembled.

Then and now.

-Kill them to prove your loyalty.

In the midst of an irresistible, immense power, Petus felt a terrible despair.

-If you can’t kill them….

Every scene from that time was clear, but the memory of this time was different.

He could only see his smiling mouth.

-I’ll kill them for you. But you have to stay still.

Whoosh!

Red blood.

-Otherwise, all the lives in the Petus County will turn into a handful of sand.

Splat!

The flesh that had fallen off.

“Aaaaaaaah!”