Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 229

“Three.”

He smiles.

The Duke of Massacre’s smile was a signal.

Thwack.

The sword, piercing the thin skin of the neck, was about to sever the Crow’s head.

“Your Excellency, Duke!”

Rondo’s sword stops.

“What Your Excellency, Duke, desired seems to be…! Completed!”

The Crow shouts, clutching his neck.

“There was a report that a strange power was felt from Count Petus!”

“Oh ho.”

The Duke of Massacre’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the Crow.

His pupils, which seemed to be smiling, were glowing dangerously red.

“You should know that can’t be the reason, right?”

The Crows were deliberately luring him to Count Petus’s territory.

If there was a valid reason, they should have said it sooner.

“Danger…! Kehk!”

The Crow says.

“We judged that the power Your Excellency desires is dangerous….”

The wound on his neck slowly begins to heal.

“We wanted to confirm what that power is and what Your Excellency’s purpose is.”

The Crow returned to his original composure and spoke calmly.

“We judged that the series of experiments Your Excellency is conducting are dangerous. Since we don’t know the details, we were trying to find out what Your Excellency wants while dealing with the matters of Count Petus’s territory.”

“This is….”

The Duke of Massacre leaned back again.

“That makes sense.”

It was reasonable.

The Crows’ reason for existence was to monitor and eliminate elements that threatened the Imperial Family.

But they didn’t have the authority to monitor the Duke, so they were secretly monitoring him, and when they judged it was dangerous, they moved to confirm it.

“It makes sense.”

It was certainly a convincing reason, but.

“Rondo.”

The Duke of Massacre called the knight’s name, and.

“……Your Excellency!”

The Crow shouted in surprise, but.

Swish!

Rondo’s sword had already moved from left to right.

Thud, thud.

Something that fell was rolling on the helicopter floor.

Thud thud thud!

It falls out due to the shaking helicopter.

“Clean it up.”

Rondo threw the remaining body out of the helicopter.

“If a Crow’s mouth is so loose, how can they assist His Majesty the Emperor?”

Killing such Crows would be beneficial to the Empire and the Imperial Family.

However.

“I can’t help but feel uneasy.”

Did the Crow really open his mouth so easily?

In the first place, intimidating the Crow was just for entertainment.

He didn’t think the Crow would actually say anything.

The Crows were born with their fate decided, and they were raised as Crows.

They were not afraid of death and considered it an honor to die protecting the secrets of the Imperial Family.

Such a Crow had opened his mouth.

“It seems there’s something to it.”

Perhaps the real reason was different.

Thud thud thud!

The helicopter moved, and the pilot’s voice echoed.

-We will soon arrive at Count Petus’s territory.

A land called Count Petus’s territory instead of Romania.

“It’s something that can be confirmed directly.”

The Duke of Massacre smiled with anticipation and leaned back in his chair.

Thud thud thud!

Behind him, dozens of helicopters followed.

* * *

Thud thud thud….

The sound of the helicopter propellers gradually decreased.

The helicopter finally landed and stopped.

“We greet Your Excellency, Duke.”

Outside the helicopter, Count Petus and all the knights were kneeling on one knee, paying their respects to their lord.

The Duke of the Empire.

They had the right to represent the Emperor in case of emergency, and they could exercise the Emperor’s authority on his behalf.

That was why only five of them existed in this vast land of the Empire, and it was said that their status and authority were above all else.

“It’s been a while.”

Thud.

A young man jumped out of the helicopter like a boy.

He was the Duke of Massacre.

-Krim Vladimir.

There were many rumors about him.

Among the other dukes, he was the most well-known, and most of his activities were stained with blood.

That was why another name for him was.

-The Emperor’s Dagger.

The Emperor’s Dagger.

It was a nickname given because the Duke of Massacre moved according to the Emperor’s will, and his path was said to be covered in blood.

“Have you been well?”

Following the Duke of Massacre, the knights began to descend.

The pressure they gave.

“Kuh.”

Petus’s knights were holding their breath.

It was them.

As famous as the Duke of Massacre.

-The Knights of Massacre.

The seventh knights of the Royal Knights.

They had seen them once before.

‘They’ve become more monstrous.’

They were exuding a dangerous power and aura that could not be compared to the past.

“What brings you to this remote place?”

The Count said as he rose to his feet.

“Who told you to stand?”

Krim’s voice echoed coldly.

Flint.

Petus flinched at his words, but.

“Just kidding, just kidding.”

Krim smiled and patted Petus’s shoulder.

“There was a report, you see.”

“A report, you say?”

“Yeah. A report about a traitor came in.”

With that, Krim met Petus’s eyes.

Like a staring contest, their eyes did not avoid each other.

Whirr.

Krim’s eyes curved.

“Don’t worry. I don’t think of treason as a bad thing.”

The atmosphere turned cold.

“That’s also….”

Smirk.

“Isn’t it a privilege of those below?”

Petus trembled.

‘This man….’

He was truly a terrifying man.

His arrogance of looking down on everything.

He also had the power to match it.

“I envy those things.”

“……I don’t know what you mean.”

“You know?”

Krim smiles again.

“Guys like me can’t even dream of treason.”

Krim said, bringing his fist to his chest.

“How much of a dog-like power is this absolute thing. So….”

Krim looked up at Petus with his small stature.

“Let’s see what you’ve prepared.”

* * *

“I’m sorry, but you can’t enter.”

Hamaye stepped forward, stopping the Knights of Massacre.

Swish.

The Knights of Massacre put their hands on their sword hilts.

“Ah, ah. What are you doing?”

Krim said, turning around as he walked with Petus.

“I’m sorry, but the knights cannot enter Petus Castle.”

Hamaye said, suppressing his trembling.

Petus, who was next to him, was about to say something when.

“Rondo.”

Krim called the knight.

Swoosh.

His figure blurred and appeared next to Krim.

‘When did he…!’

He didn’t see it.

He didn’t feel it.

If this man wasn’t just trying to go next to Krim but was aiming for someone’s neck.

Gulp.

Could he have avoided it?

“I’ll just take Rondo. That’s okay, right, Count?”

“Of course. Thank you for your understanding.”

“A few are enough to enjoy the main dish.”

Krim said, turning to look at the knights.

“You guys can enjoy the appetizers.”

Swish.

The knights who had their hands on their sword hilts stepped back.

Nod.

Petus and Hamaye nodded.

“Let’s go.”

Krim took the lead and started walking.

Already.

‘He knows everything.’

Krim knew everything and came here.

Petus, Krim, and Hamaye were just putting on a ridiculous act.

Petus was trying to create a slightly more perfect situation.

Krim was trying to enjoy what he wanted a little more.

‘Is he that confident?’

Krim was showing confidence enough to walk into a trap with straw on his back.

It was as if his only purpose in life was to have them do everything they could to entertain him.

“I hope you like it.”

That was how it felt.

“Like….”

They entered the Count’s castle.

“You will.”

Krim smiled again at Petus’s voice.

“You’re confident?”

“Would I have dared to have Your Excellency, Duke, come all the way here without preparation?”

“Oh. Good.”

Krim, Petus, Hamaye, and Rondo walked together.

Towards the central hall of the castle.

“It seems to be stabilized for sure.”

“…….”

“I can clearly see that you’re suppressing your anger, but you’re holding it in well.”

He knew everything and mocked them.

“Isn’t it the duty of a knight to hide his feelings?”

“That’s for knights, nobles should fully reveal themselves. That’s….”

He stops.

“Because that’s what true power is.”

Krim and Petus looked at each other.

Swish.

Hamaye put his hand on his sword hilt, and Rondo still didn’t move.

“It seems like it’ll get boring if we drag this out any longer.”

Krim says.

“Let’s see it here, without seeing anything more.”

“I thought so too.”

Krim’s red eyes began to glow a deeper red.

“If you can entertain me….”

Smirk.

“Count Petus, I promise I’ll spare your life.”

“Thank you for your kind words, but….”

Petus’s eyes also began to turn red.

“I’ll decline.”

“Oh ho. That much….”

That was when.

Whoosh!

Krim’s head turned sharply.

Thud.

A shadow was descending the stairs of the central hall.

“H-How….”

Krim, who had never shown a flustered expression, was trembling and his pupils were dilating.

Swish.

Petus and Hamaye also turned around.

They were not as flustered as Krim.

“How….”

As if not even caring about Krim, who was still out of his mind.

Thud!

Petus and Hamaye knelt down, paying their respects as knights.

It was absurd.

Next to them was the Duke of the Empire.

He was the highest-ranking person.

Therefore, if they were with Krim, it was the etiquette of the Empire not to pay respects to anyone.

Except for.

“How!”

“What are you doing?”

Petus’s monotonous voice was heard in Krim’s ear.

Thud.

Even then, the shadow was slowly descending the stairs.

“Not paying your respects immediately.”

At Petus’s words, Krim’s eyes widened as if they would tear.

Krim bit his lip.

It was true that he couldn’t understand this situation at all.

Wooong!

But what was happening before his eyes was reality.

Woo woong!

The trembling he felt in his chest was also reality.

Understanding was something to do in a situation where it was possible.

Right now, he just had to.

Thud!

He knelt down and paid his respects.

Rondo also knelt on one knee and paid his respects.

“I, I….”

Krim said in a trembling voice.

“I greet the master of the Empire.”

Woo woong!

His circle, which was trembling madly in his chest.

It said again and again.

-Kneel.

Kneel and pay your respects, you lowly being.

-Worship.

Worship with all your heart.

“I greet the great-! The master of the Damian Empire!”

-Praise.

Krim trembled, completely bowing his head.

Krim, who stood above hundreds of millions of imperial citizens and Ainharts, looking down on them.

Krim, who did not value their lives as much as insects and enjoyed crushing them.

He.

“…….”

He was trembling, bowing down in the opposite position.

‘Why….’

Why!

‘Why is the Emperor of the Empire here?’

This aura.

The ring of a monarch.

This was a unique power that could never be imitated or copied.

It was a power that only the one at the pinnacle of the Empire could show.

And.

Whoosh!

It was the moment Krim had been waiting for the most.

The overflowing red light was exploding from Krim’s entire body.