novelraw Chapter 124 : Chapter 124
Chapter 124 : Chapter 124
Chapter 124
Count Saite, who was pacing around the Lord's office restlessly, shouted.
“What on earth should we do about this?!”
Marquess Dmitry looked at the Count with sunken eyes.
“That is for you to worry about.”
“M-Marquess, Your Excellency!”
Despite the Count’s desperate cry, the Marquess didn’t even raise the corner of his mouth.
“Weren’t you the one who received the Royal Command? Fortunately, since they showed clear evidence in front of so many nobles that no investigation is needed, move according to the Royal Command.”
At the Marquess’s cold voice, the Count chewed his lip and opened his mouth.
“Your Excellency already knows that is not the Royal family’s intention, don’t you? Do you truly intend to disobey His Majesty’s will?!”
It was a sharp warning, but the opponent was wrong.
The opponent was the Iron-Blooded Dmitry.
A figure who stood at the peak of the Royalist faction with his three-inch tongue.
“If it were an intention I needed to know, the King would have conveyed it to me. The fact that he didn’t convey it to me means I should not gauge that intention.”
The Marquess stood up quietly.
“The more I think about it, the more I feel there is no need for me to be here.”
“Y-Your Excellency!”
Just as the Marquess was about to leave the door, a familiar face popped out from the other side.
“Greetings, Marquess, Your Excellency.”
“…Sir Carlson.”
It was the Commander of the 3rd Knight Order, who hadn't shown himself even when called by the Marquess and Natasha, the Lord of Obsol.
“I apologize for coming so late. I was so engrossed in training that I didn’t even know the Marquess had arrived. But has something……?”
The Count burst into a hollow laugh.
“I feel this every time I see it, but it’s truly a unique training method. Training by sitting and sipping wine while being served by maids.”
Even at the Marquess’s gaze looking at him as if he were filth, Carlson answered nonchalantly.
“Isn’t the way of training different for every knight? That must be why I became a Knight Commander despite my lacking skills. More importantly, I heard the Marquess and the Count were looking for me…….”
Only then did the Count behind him quickly approach and bow his head.
“Greetings to the Sword protecting the Kingdom!”
At the sight of the Count bowing so low as if meeting the King, the Marquess burst into a hearty laugh.
‘So this is the Knight Order favored by the King.’
Knight Commander Carlson is the sword the Kingdom forged to oppose Moner.
A genius who defeated a 5-star knight at the mere age of fifteen.
‘Though there have been no achievements for ten years since then.’
The genius who believed there was no wall he couldn’t cross collapsed the moment he faced a wall for the first time.
Holding a wine bottle instead of a sword, and grasping a woman’s waist instead of a shield.
But the King still hasn't given up his expectations. Because there was no talent comparable to Carlson in the Kingdom.
The Marquess stood aside silently and listened to the conversation between the Count and Carlson.
“I apologize, but a problem has arisen with the plan.”
“A problem?”
“Th-that is…….”
As the Count’s explanation grew longer, Carlson’s face crumpled.
“So, Moner appeared carrying hundreds of Orc heads hunted so far? And soldiers from each domain stepped forward as witnesses?”
As the Count, shrinking back at the ferocious aura, nodded, Carlson gritted his teeth.
“And you just watched that happen? You should have stopped the soldiers from entering the banquet hall!”
“I-I didn’t even know there was such a plan…….”
Technically, it was Carlson’s fault.
Because the one in charge of Obsol’s security wasn’t the Count but the 3rd Knight Order.
“Then! You should have insisted that already dead corpses cannot be evidence!”
“But when the soldiers became witnesses, how could I…….”
“What are mere soldiers! Don’t you know that doing nothing is a bigger problem!”
Carlson, who sprang up, shouted sharply.
“Let’s go! I’d rather settle things with Moner myself!”
Watching Carlson striding out of the Lord's office confidently, the Marquess tilted his head.
‘What does he trust to act like that?’
Moner’s young master isn’t a human with whom conversation works.
Just seeing that he created this situation should be enough to know.
‘He is a guy harboring hundreds of snakes. It’s not a place for a moron who only knows how to swing a sword to step in…….’
For a moment, he thought he should stop Carlson, but the Marquess shook his head.
‘His words are right. Even if it tarnishes the Royal family’s prestige, we must stop the Royal Army from moving.’
Even if all the nobles curse the Royal family, the Royal family must not take the damage Moner would suffer instead.
‘If the northern nobles die and their territories are divided according to plan, the nobles will shut their mouths on their own.’
The Marquess, watching the majestically walking Carlson, quietly headed outside the castle.
To find the Vice-General of the Royal Army who would be somewhere in the domain.
* * *
Carlson was confident.
‘The owner of this domain is mine.’
Recalling the past time, he trembled.
How much humiliation had he endured to seduce that dirty bitch mixed with lowly blood.
He visited that dirty bitch who didn’t even fit his class every day, conveying words he didn’t mean and singing of love.
Like that, two weeks passed.
‘We just haven’t slept together, but that bitch can’t disobey my words.’
Natasha was a stupid woman who couldn’t say a word no matter what he did.
A woman stupid enough to give her heart without knowing the opponent’s true feelings.
‘If we just hold the ceremony next week, I can escape the Knight Order.’
Then there would be no need to feel the burden to become a Master, nor any reason to.
Because this vast golden land would become his.
‘Then it’s over. Living as the tedious puppet of the King, and seeing the trash strutting around calling themselves nobles.’
Although he had to marry dirty blood far below his class, he just had to hold the ceremony and discard her.
‘It will be fun to see that bitch crying while clutching my pant leg.’
Carlson, giggling at the sudden thought, entered the banquet hall confidently.
* * *
“Just what kind of shameless act is this!”
As the gaze of the audience turned to the door at the sudden shout, Carlson’s shout filled with anger rang out loudly.
“To trespass soldiers into Obsol’s domain without permission and defile the Lord's Castle with dirty heads of demonic beasts! Do you all not know even the minimum courtesy!”
At Carlson’s aura as if he would draw his sword any moment, silence instantly fell upon the banquet hall.
‘As expected. It works.’
Infiltrating soldiers of another domain is an unforgivable act even for Moner.
Didn’t the former Count Obsol and his son lose their heads for invading Moner?
Considering the situation, one might think it was unavoidable given time, but Carlson had no intention of giving time.
He planned to ride this momentum and send back all the soldiers and Moner.
‘And I just have to claim that rebellion is suspected while mentioning the unauthorized movement of troops.’
He didn’t care what other nobles thought.
‘Seeing that they hunted this many Orcs, it seems the Orc Legion is much closer than the Royal family expected. Then we can’t turn the army around, can we?’
If Moner has already entered war, there would be no better opportunity than this.
Carlson, organizing his thoughts, shouted while thrusting his sword at a nearby soldier.
“You! By whose order did you step on this land!”
“Hiiiiiiek! Ye-yes?”
“I asked by whose order you invaded Obsol!”
At that moment, an answer came from the side.
“I permitted it.”
“I knew you would… Na, Natasha?”
Carlson, flustered by Natasha’s sudden appearance, stuttered.
“I-I clearly told you to stay put in your room…….”
“Commander, your words are still short. Please call me Count, not Natasha.”
“Wh-what?”
A voice so cold that it was hard to believe it belonged to the woman who craved his love and attention until yesterday evening followed.
“I am the owner of this land and the head of the House of Obsol. Commander, please maintain courtesy.”
“Th-this crazy…….”
When the flustered Carlson looked around, he saw nobles looking at him pathetically.
“No, the Lord permitted it, so who is he to…….”
“Shh, be quiet. Isn’t that ‘Genius Carlson’?”
“Genius my ass. It’s been over 10 years since rumors circulated that that trash would become a Master.”
“They said he’s trash who grabs a wine bottle instead of a sword…….”
Carlson, flushing with shame, shouted as if in a frenzy.
“Count! Didn’t you say only the Lord could enter this land! How dare you say you let soldiers in!”
“Oh my? Is there a problem with managing my domain as I please? Is this the will of the Royal family that you, Commander, spoke so much about?”
At the mention of the Royal family’s will, Carlson’s face went deathly pale.
He remembered whispering the Royal family’s secret order while seducing Natasha.
“How, how dare!”
“How pitiful. They say knights lack vocabulary skills…….”
At Natasha’s appearance cupping her cheeks with both hands as if truly pitying, giggling laughter burst out from here and there.
‘These damn bastards dare!’
At the treatment he hadn’t even imagined as the Commander of one of the Knight Orders representing the Kingdom, killing intent burst out from here body.
“Count Natasha! Withdraw the soldiers immediately!”
“…It sounds just like a threat.”
Watching the nobles stepping back realizing the situation was strange, Carlson sneered inwardly.
‘Right, in front of power, you have no choice but to kneel. If you played with me until now, from now on I will play with you.’
Carlson, eyes shining coldly, opened his mouth.
“If you felt that way, it is regrettable. This is advice and a command. A command given as the Commander of the 3rd Knight Order dispatched to protect this domain according to the Royal family’s command.”
At that moment, dozens of nobles began to enter behind him standing at the door.
“What?”
“What is he saying now?”
“He came to protect Obsol?”
“Moner is where the Orcs appeared, so why Obsol?”
Carlson, crumpling his face, looked at those entering the banquet hall.
‘Northern nobles?’
Those who entered the banquet hall were northern nobles.
People who absolutely shouldn’t be here.
‘How did those who were supposedly in Moner…….’
Before the flustered Carlson could organize his thoughts, Diez, who was glaring at him, opened his mouth.
“So while the northern nobles are training their asses off, the Royal Knights will lie down and eat rice cakes, is that it?”
After the allied forces of Trimia and the Prince started training in the forest, the northern nobles participated in the training at the fortress.
‘A commander must fall last, more than anyone else.’
Count Sven, the master of the fortress, told them that.
If you want to lead soldiers and build merit, build up stamina to endure until the end of the battle.
The current nobles were filled with enough spite to raise their voices even after receiving the killing intent of Carlson, a 5-star knight, head-on.
“We are training while holding back curses, and whaaaaat?”
“Protect? Is Obsol a princess? A prince? Prince Trimia is training openly, yet you say you will protect Obsoooool?”
…Although they became slightly violent as a side effect of the training.
“E-Even if you say that, it doesn't matter! Since His Majesty’s command was to protect Obsol!”
At Carlson’s shrill scream, Ian, who had been hiding near Haitry waiting for this moment, slowly approached Carlson.
“Hey, Commander.”
Carlson’s eyes, discovering Ian, shook violently.
More than Natasha glaring at him coldly from the left, more than the northern nobles glaring as if to kill him from the right, the young master of Moner walking from the front was more fearful.
“You better think carefully before speaking; there are many witnesses here.”
Heavy killing intent was felt from the calm voice.
“I, Moner, Obsol, Merchen, Lyt, and all the northern nobles here.”
As the slowly disjointed words continued, the killing intent contained within became clearer and clearer.
“And Prince Trimia, the bloodline of the great Royal family, personally requested help from the Royal family. Yet the answer was to protect Obsol?”
Ian, smirking, directed his gaze this time towards the nobles who were shrinking back as much as possible.
“If that is truly the case, the rumor might not remain just a rumor.”
Before anyone knew it, Ian, who had approached close enough to feel his breath, grabbed Carlson’s blade with his hand and thrust it right at Carlson’s throat.
“Wh-what is this meaning of this!”
“So tell me. Whether the thing I must kill is an Orc.”
Grin.
“Or a human.”