novelraw Chapter 125 : Chapter 125
Chapter 125 : Chapter 125
Chapter 125
The answer came not from Carlson, but from behind him.
“There is no need for that.”
When Marquess Dmitry and an elderly man appeared, Carlson crawled on all fours towards the elderly man and shouted.
“General, General! Capture that man immediately! Whether I received a Royal Command or not, thrusting a sword at my throat alone is practically proof of treason!”
However, unlike Carlson’s desperate voice, the answer that returned was cold as ice.
“A sword… Are you talking about the Commander’s sword drawn without permission in Obsol’s Lord Castle, and even in front of its owner?”
“Th-that is…….”
“Or, did you have a legitimate reason to draw your sword?”
Carlson, who was twitching his lips searching for an answer, eventually shut his mouth, and the elderly man looked at the Marquess.
“Was the situation you mentioned like this?”
“Well, I didn’t expect such a mess to happen in such a short time either…….”
The Marquess, unable to decide whether to laugh or cry at this absurd situation, directed his gaze towards Count Saite.
“Let’s go with that guy.”
The General, who nodded, grabbed Carlson by the collar, pulled him up, and asked calmly.
“Sir Carlson, is the reason you drew your sword perhaps because of Count Saite?”
“Wh-what?”
“Is it Count Saite who hid the Royal Command to protect Moner and conveyed a false command?”
“What kind of nonsense is that! I received His Majesty’s secret order……!”
The Count, who was listening to the conversation, shouted as if having a seizure, but the Marquess and the General had already decided on the scapegoat.
“Count, His Majesty’s command was only one. To clear Moner’s stigma and protect the national territory. The Count’s mission was only to investigate Moner and reveal the existence of Orcs.”
The General’s gaze turned to the Orc heads still scattered on the floor.
“Seeing this, there is no need to continue the investigation, so why are you dishonoring His Majesty?”
“As I said, the secret order I received was……!”
“Count, if you cannot prove that secret order, shut your mouth.”
When the Count shut his mouth under the pressure of the General and the Marquess, the General’s gaze turned to Carlson.
“Commander, drawing a sword without seeking Count Natasha’s permission is a grave crime, and violating His Majesty’s secret order to help Moner and protect this land is treason that must be dealt with by national law.”
Carlson’s pale gaze turned to Ian, the Marquess, and the General in turn.
“So please tell us. Who is the one who conveyed false information to the Commander leading the 3rd Knight Order.”
Carlson, realizing it was a flow that couldn’t be changed, pointed his finger at Count Saite.
“Commander! Commander! What is this! What did I do……!”
Despite the Count’s scream-like cry, the General didn’t even blink an eye and looked for Natasha.
“Since things have turned out this way, I would appreciate it if the Count could detain that man.”
When Natasha moved her hand with a reluctant expression, knights hiding in the banquet hall appeared and dragged Count Saite away.
“Stop! How dare you touch someone with dirty hands! Let go immediately!”
At that moment, Ian, who was watching this situation with an amused face, opened his mouth.
“So, that moron drawing his sword and spouting bullshit was all because of the Count?”
The General nodded without a shred of hesitation.
“Yes. That is correct. I apologize for causing a misunderstanding to Moner’s young master.”
At that sight, the corners of Ian’s mouth went up.
“I’m sorry, but since I haven’t left Moner, I don’t know your name.”
“Garme, please call me Garme.”
Ian, patting the shoulder of the General who bowed politely, opened his mouth.
“Right, Garme. You would have suited being a noble better than a General.”
It was a sincere compliment.
He decided on a suitable scapegoat through the Marquess and shifted all problems to Count Saite.
At the same time, by having the General of the Royal Army, who doesn’t bow to anyone but the Royal family, bow directly, he conveyed the Royal family’s sincerity.
Even the nobles who witnessed all this wouldn't be able to curse the Royal family.
If they pardon Count Saite after giving him a suitable punishment, the Royal family can escape this situation without losing a single thing.
‘I wondered why it had to be Carlson, but that guy is a discardable card.’
I thought it was strange from the start.
Not that Carlson is lacking, but he was the most incompetent among the Kingdom’s Knight Commanders.
At first, I thought he was sent here to elevate the honor of the Commander favored by the King, but that wasn’t it.
‘A discardable card to take the blame once Moner collapses.’
The entire 3rd Knight Order must be such knights.
Seeming to receive the King’s favor, but discardable cards that can be thrown away anytime.
Just showing that even a favored knight can be punished coldly would raise the King’s prestige.
‘Taking care of a discardable card means, in the end, they still haven’t given up on Moner.’
Ian, grinning, looked at Carlson.
“Is that true?”
“Th-that’s right! Because that wicked bastard deceived me, I……!”
“I heard as soon as you came to this domain, you couldn’t control your lower body and chased after Natasha like a puppy, and you say that guy ordered it?”
“Th… That’s right! At the words that His Majesty desires Obsol’s support……!”
Ian, bursting into laughter, took one more step towards Carlson.
“So, you mean that guy disobeyed the command of the great Royal family and tried to satisfy his private greed using you?”
Schwing.
The sword drawn from Carlson’s scabbard let out a chilling cry.
“In a time of war when our beloved King dispatched the Royal Army and the Knight Order.”
The Marquess, reading Ian’s thoughts, frowned and stepped forward.
“Young Duke…….”
“Old man, I told that guy too, I’m not a Young Duke but a Duke. Tsk, there are so many guys openly ignoring the Royal family’s commands.”
Ian, swinging the sword towards the Marquess as if joking, grinned.
“The General said it. That the King ordered to help Moner and protect this land. Now is war time, and ignoring the King’s command is treason, so does the old man want to die too?”
“…I apologize. I just wanted to say that since the King will punish the Count directly, there is no need to dirty your hands.”
Ian, shrugging his shoulders, headed towards the knight holding Count Saite.
“Let go! Let go, I say! Can’t you see that scoundrel coming! Block him quickly! Or the crotch of that dirty bitch……!”
The Count, shouting as if in a frenzy, couldn’t finish his sentence.
Before he could finish speaking, Ian’s sword pierced his throat.
Ian, swinging the sword to shake off the blood, approached the Marquess and said.
“Tell His Majesty that Moner offers the head of a traitor to repay the grace.”
Soon, grinning at Garme, he continued.
“That guy’s tongue might deceive even His Majesty, so I, the supreme commander of the battlefield, held the sword myself to relieve His Majesty’s worry.”
Then, Ian, putting the sword back into Carlson’s scabbard, whispered to Carlson.
“You, you’re lucky.”
Carlson, who barely swallowed the scream that was about to burst out since Ian approached holding the sword, collapsed on the floor as if crumbling.
* * *
“No more, I can’t do this anymore!”
As Jeremy sat on the ground and shouted, the witch with a bright smile raised her hand.
“Eeeek! You crazy witch!”
Quickly rolling his body and unfolding a shield at the same time, a lightning bolt struck the spot where he had been.
“Ahahahaha! Still lively, aren't you?”
“Master!”
Zehir, clenching both fists, desperately looked for Garius, but he wasn’t here.
“I told you that old human is doing different training.”
“Just why! Why am I, only I, doing this kind of training!”
Jeremy, eventually bursting into tears with a boo-hoo, shouted with a voice full of injustice.
“I also want to sit and read magic books! I’m also good at magic research! Why only me! Dodging thunderbolts, dodging fireballs! Running away from fire storms!”
Jeremy’s voice, vomiting out his passion while sobbing as if trying to hold back tears somehow, grew louder and louder.
“I! To look good somehow, I cooked every night, cleaned alone, and even collected sap from this damn forest to make candy for you to eat! Shouldn’t you cut me some slack by now! Kukhuk!”
As he completely slumped down and started wailing, Mireska’s hat, as huge as her body, shook.
“Cr, crying……? Are, are you really crying……?”
To the witch who had lived alone in the forest for an eternity, the sadness of another was an unfamiliar emotion.
“I’m not crying! Khuk!”
“Seems like you are crying…….”
“Just, just because it’s unfair, unfair. I rolled like a dog at the fortress too, and thought I could finally learn magic…….”
“Th, that’s because your body is good. So training this way is better!”
When the witch, making excuses like a sulking child, raised her hand, Jeremy rolled on the ground and cast a shield.
Boom!
“This crazy witch, seriously!”
“Look even now! Your shield has become much faster than at first! And you run away much better!”
“What use is a wizard running away well!”
“No! It’s natural for a wizard to run away well! Are you going to just stand there and die?”
The witch is, regardless of what anyone says, a resident of the depths.
A strong individual who entered the depths with her own strength without borrowing the power of her race.
There were always guys loitering around her territory, and fighting to protect her territory was practically daily life.
As Jeremy, who had watched the witch’s battles from afar several times already, shut his mouth, the witch shouted confidently.
“It can’t be helped! To raise your level within two months, this is the only way!”
“…I read books well too.”
At Jeremy’s words that were like a last resistance, the witch waved her hand.
“Shield! Haste! Wind Gust!”
Simultaneously with the witch’s gesture, Jeremy created a gust of wind and pulled his body out, and a satisfied smile appeared on her lips.
“No, you are definitely the type who learns while rolling.”
“I said no! I’m a wizard!”
Jeremy shouted as if it was unfair with eyes turned red, but she was convinced.
‘Not even two weeks have passed, yet he is resisting my charm and multi-casting.’
Enormous concentration is needed to construct and cast magic.
Even more so if it’s unfamiliar magic.
‘He was a fool clumsy even with shields, but he succeeded in triple casting while rolling on the ground.’
Whatever the dragon she saw before did, it was clear that human received a dragon’s gift.
‘Since he said even that scary dragon trained him like this…….’
What he wants must be a perfect wizard like herself.
“Wizards are supposed to read books at a desk! I grew up hearing I’m a bookworm my whole life!”
At that shout that was like a scream, she laughed ‘kyahaha’ and raised her hand.
“Uh? Uh!”
Unlike until now where she moved only one finger, her wide-open hand pointed at Jeremy.
‘He’s impudent but cute.’
If he fights with dirty pigs and dies, she would definitely be upset. Maybe to the point of mana rampage.
‘So, I have to roll him now.’
So that dirty pigs dare not covet him.
Fairies are a race that loves pranks.
Even more so towards humans they like.
The witch’s five fingers moved downward simultaneously.
“This is cheating!”
“Kyahahahaha! You are really funny! Cheating in a battle!”
The fairy’s laughter, having found the edge of an emotion forgotten for a long time, and Jeremy’s scream echoed like an echo in the witch’s territory.