Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 236

The Three Kings’ Disciple (237)

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Whoosh!

The Petus territory was burning.

Even Petus Castle, with its long history.

Flicker!

The land that had shared that history was also burning, consumed by blood-red flames.

“…….”

Irohan and his group watched with arms crossed.

The burning Petus territory flickered in their eyes.

They had won the battle against the Slaughter Duke.

But it was the Petus territory that was burning.

The one who set the Petus territory ablaze was none other than…

“…….”

Earl Petus, the owner of the territory.

“Do you have any regrets?”

Pille’s question.

“I do not.”

Petus said firmly.

“It’s a castle that had already burned down.”

It had only maintained its appearance.

The day the Slaughter Duke, Krim Vladimir, visited the Petus territory, it had already become a pile of ashes.

A land of death where everything had perished.

What stood on top of it was nothing more than a mirage created by Petus’s power and mind.

“Everything in the Earldom of Petus is already with me.”

What constitutes a territory?

Land and a castle?

That’s true, but…

-It’s the people of the territory.

Petus’s father, and his father’s father.

The Earls of the Petus Earldom had said for generations that the people of the territory were everything that made up the territory.

As long as they were within Earl Petus.

“The Earldom of Petus is immortal.”

The Earldom of Petus would be eternal.

A walking territory.

That was Petus.

Flicker!

It burns.

Crumble!

It collapses.

“……Earl Petus.”

When Pille called him with a pitiful look, Petus quietly turned his head and looked at her.

“That name no longer exists.”

Earl Petus and his territory were destroyed today by the Slaughter Duke as punishment for treason.

“Blood Vladimir.”

That was his new name.

“Please call me that.”

Petus took the name of the being who burned and slaughtered everything, the one he hated the most.

It was not to succeed him and carry on his will.

-So that it can no longer be succeeded.

So that the Slaughter Duke could no longer be succeeded, Petus had devoured it.

-Also, this is revenge.

A created human.

A being whose value was only in his name and himself.

If he had taken everything from it.

“This is revenge. Everything I do with this name is revenge. My life is a denial of him, and revenge.”

A being solely for revenge.

That was Blood Vladimir.

At his desperate desire for revenge, Pille, as well as the Batella Knights, were speechless.

It was not something they could dare to interfere with.

And all of this was…

“We will prove it.”

The shadows that suddenly appeared and surrounded them were crows.

“Today, Earl Petus was subjugated by the Slaughter Duke, Krim Vladimir, for plotting treason.”

The crow spoke as if writing something down.

“Krim Vladimir was severely injured and deemed unable to maintain his title. The title will be succeeded by his designated successor, Blood Vladimir.”

An absurd thing.

“Is that even possible?”

Cainrich’s question.

The crow nodded.

“The Slaughter Duke has always been succeeded in this way.”

A long life.

All the Slaughter Dukes were just one person, Krim.

Though the appearances of all those Dukes were different, and their ages were also different.

“Because he could change his appearance.”

Krim had been changing his appearance through his abilities and only succeeding the title.

A measure to not reveal that he was an immortal being.

“Also.”

At the crow’s and Irohan’s eye signal, Blood nodded and opened his eyes drowsily.

Boom!

The spreading power violently shook the surroundings.

This was definitely the power that Krim had emitted.

“We have confirmed the Gluttony Circle.”

Blood had the only power that Krim possessed.

Of course.

“It’s not the Gluttony Circle, but the Predation Circle.”

Its true nature was a higher version that could not be compared to Gluttony.

A human circle based on mana [magical energy].

An impossible thing.

But if Irohan was involved, the impossible became possible.

Also.

Swoosh!

The blood that gushed out from Blood’s shadow began to gather and form a shape.

“We have also confirmed the Slaughter Duke’s only knight, Rondo.”

What appeared there was Rondo, Krim’s masterpiece.

Of course.

“E-Earl?”

What made up the inside was not Rondo, but…

“Hamaye. Will you be my knight once more?”

Hamaye’s memories and life.

It was different from resurrection.

It could only be said to be a projection of will, a projection of memories.

“…….”

As if recognizing the situation, Hamaye, or rather Rondo, knelt on one knee.

“I pledge my loyalty.”

Seeing that sight, Pille couldn’t close her mouth.

“All of this will be proven by us crows and will be reported to the Imperial Family.”

The crow’s words.

Their reports, which no one but the Imperial Family would ever follow, were on par with the Dukes’ right to speak.

That was enough.

Everyone would be deceived, and everyone would accept it.

Now, Petus’s work was done.

Then, the main event.

“I, Blood Vladimir, the Slaughter Duke.”

Blood said, looking at Irohan.

“Report the treason of Earl Petus, and helped in the subjugation….”

He closed his mouth as if waiting for Irohan’s words.

In his head.

-What name should I use?

The past flashed by.

-Master doesn’t know my name. If I take that empire, I’ll need a name.

The question he had asked his Sword King master.

The answer to that was…

-Zeke.

That was it.

-Zeke von Demian. That will be your name.

But.

“Zeke.”

He couldn’t use the surname yet.

At Irohan’s words, Blood nodded and said.

“I bestow the title of Earl to Sir Zeke.”

The highest title that a Duke could give.

“This will be proven by the crows, and I, Blood Vladimir, the Slaughter Duke, declare that the title will be officially bestowed in the future. The treatment of the territory will be given to an appropriate place.”

That condescending tone was definitely that of a Duke.

Nod.

Irohan nodded instead of answering.

It was something that could never be tolerated as an example to a Duke, but all of this was just a simplified ceremony.

“It has been declared.”

The crows’ execution.

That was it.

“Until the day we meet again, please take care.”

Blood, who had finished the ceremony, bowed to Irohan instead.

He would now leave for a while to find his territory and become the perfect Slaughter Duke.

And.

“See you next time.”

Irohan was the same.

* * *

“All the hotels have been emptied.”

A 5-star hotel in Paris.

The manager came out himself and bowed with a flustered face.

“I hope it will be of some help to the knights’ contributions.”

“We appreciate the kindness.”

When Pille said with a smile, the manager bowed again, not knowing what to do.

“Everything you need will be done immediately upon request.”

With those words, the manager disappeared as if trying to be careful not to even be seen.

The ones who had rented the entire hotel were…

“It’s going to be a proper rest after a long time.”

None other than Pille and Cainrich, the Batella Knights.

Originally, they had infiltrated Paris while hiding their identities for their mission.

They couldn’t reveal their identities because they had to target the Crimson Duke, and they couldn’t do everything they could under their names.

But now…

-You have been invited in the name of the Slaughter Duke.

The situation had changed.

The power that a Duke had in this empire was something that could make more things possible than one could imagine, and they could receive all kinds of benefits.

“Isn’t it a big problem if it turns out to be fake later?”

Cainrich’s voice.

“We’re already in big trouble anyway.”

Pille shrugged and said.

“Whether we like it or not, we were involved in the Duke’s death.”

The story of when Blood’s identity was revealed.

The Batella, despite being knights of the Church, had already fought against the Slaughter Knights.

Even if they were not the cause, the Slaughter Duke was dead.

What if Blood was revealed to be fake?

“We’re involved in treason, what do you expect?”

They were involved in treason.

“Commander, your personality seems to have changed a bit….”

“I have to live comfortably now too.”

Pille said.

Having gone through the events that had happened so far, Pille had changed.

“Why? Do you not like it?”

At Pille’s question, Cainrich shook his head and smiled.

“It’s good to see.”

Pille had always been someone who was suppressed somewhere.

Hiding herself, tangled and twisted.

That was why Pille was a being who had the potential to go astray at any moment and turn into a Slaughter Duke.

But now…

‘She’s finding her center.’

Pille seemed to be establishing her values as she found her center.

Although she was a knight of the Church, as a knight who sincerely followed Pille, Pille’s change was not a bad thing.

“And don’t worry.”

Pille said.

“He’s not that sloppy.”

Truth.

“Even though it looks like he’s handling things carelessly, that’s not it. He weighs the definite possibilities and thinks about what will happen after that. It’s like….”

It was like seeing the future.

“If our fate is to be hanged for treason, then so be it. Or we might complete our mission and return to the Church in triumph.”

But all of that was…

Clench.

Pille closed her mouth.

It was because she realized that something was wrong even as she was speaking.

A thought that should not be had.

Never.

‘A thought that humans should never have.’

Cainrich also seemed to have felt it and closed his mouth.

“Rest comfortably. The party is still left.”

Also, the Slaughter Duke had officially sent invitations to the Batella for the party that was being held in Paris.

There.

-Zeke.

The name of the new Earl was also written.

“We’re already.”

That was what Pille wanted to say.

“In a storm.”

When did the storm start?

Now that they were already in the storm, it was meaningless to question it.

They were either destined to move with the storm and crush everything, or be swept away by the storm and be torn to pieces.

“I will prepare.”

At Cainrich’s trustworthy words, Pille nodded.

“I’ll prepare too.”

Her eyes were looking at Irohan, who was sitting quietly in a corner of the hotel lobby, holding a glass with a bored look on his face.

* * *

The Batella Knights were invited to Paris.

That news spread quickly in Paris.

But it didn’t receive too much attention.

It was partly because of the Batella Knights’ reputation, but…

-The Dragon’s Claw Knights have entered Paris!

Those with a reputation no less than theirs were entering Paris one after another.

The party in Paris that was about to take place this time was a special event that had not happened so often even after the world’s invasion. It was a large-scale party hosted by the Crimson Duke.

Big shots were entering Paris.

-It’s the Chivile Knights!

Among the seven great knight orders of the Church, even the third-ranked knight order.

The party was now only a week away.

“Th-that….”

Pille was shocked and distorted her face.

“You’re going to wear that?”

Pille, who was preparing for the party.

“Let’s go get you clothes right now!”

She shouted at Irohan.

It was because Irohan was wearing something that she, who was checking the party attire, could not tolerate.