novelraw Chapter 200 : Chapter 200
Chapter 200 : Chapter 200
Chapter 200 : The Trey Royal Family
Marte, the Seven-Star referred to as the Great Warrior of the Desert or the Sun Warrior.
How on earth should I convey the absurd fact that a superhuman of the Trey Kingdom had frozen to death in the middle of the desert?
They wouldn't suspect…… us, would they?
Imadi let out a smirk as he looked at the block of ice that had not melted even a bit in the midst of the blazing desert heat.
In the middle of a desert at midday, who else in the world could make a Seven-Star freeze to death besides those monsters called mages?
And.
If it is Muno’s claim, the Trey Royal Family will believe it too. If they have eyes and ears, they must have heard of the name of the Black Knight.
Lauel, I think you might be overestimating me too much…….
At the very least, they will investigate who it was that delivered such significant news.
Ah…… I suppose so.
However, we cannot ignore the possibility that the Trey Royal Family might find some excuse to make trouble for no reason.
As I listened to the words of Lauel and Imadi, I suddenly met the eyes of the frozen corpse.
The eyes were clenched and wide open, thrusting out a sword until the very end even with one arm severed.
The image of a pure warrior who did not give up on life until the moment of death deeply permeated my heart.
Only then did the regret for the goal he ultimately failed to achieve touch my mind.
Only then.
What exactly am I doing right now? Ha.
Muno?
A person has died; I cannot just sit here agonizing. Let’s just inform them first.
Is that what you have decided?
Yes. At least, I do not want to leave this person like this.
It was inevitable that I had become desensitized to death after repeating battles of killing and being killed.
But at the very least, when such a realization struck me, I wanted to fulfill the minimum of duties.
Especially if it was an act of courtesy toward a warrior who died fighting so fiercely.
Is that so? Hmm…….
Imadi made a strange smile while looking back and forth between the corpse and me.
Before the young old man's mischievous streak could activate for no reason, I provided the reasoning first.
It will be more credible if I reveal my identity and inform them myself. The investigation will be faster too. And…….
And?
If I testify that the Demon Cult Leader killed the Great Warrior of the Desert and then vanished, it will properly screw over the bastard who faked his death. That is definitely the most appealing part.
Indeed, it seemed that would be the best way to spite my enemy.
And since we have also eliminated the magician who should have reported the bastard’s death, the backing forces will also try to find him. No matter what the bastard is aiming for, it will not go according to his plan.
I do not care about the reason; I will just spite him first.
With that conclusion, a similar smile formed at the corners of the group's mouths.
However, there was one thing that weighed on my mind.
Who do you think is behind the Demon Cult?
Don’t you have a rough idea? We all saw it together…….
Judging just by the circumstances, it seems to be the Imperial House, or perhaps the magic towers.
Since even Lauel spoke like that, guessing based on the circumstances was not difficult.
It is likely the Imperial House.
Pardon?
Is there a reason you are so certain?
Rather than being certain…….
- So it’s you. The one that loser Exlam mentioned.
The words of the monster I faced in the northern mountain range keep weighing on my mind.
Hmm?
Loser.
It was a derogatory term that was hard to see as something said toward one’s subordinate or colleague.
And even when I caught the one heading this way back then…….
The face of that magician fellow who was so confident in front of Victon came to mind.
- According to His Majesty the Emperor’s command, go to the Trey Kingdom and…….
It cannot be called sufficient evidence, but my feeling is that it is likely not the magic tower side.
……But I cannot find a reason. The reason why the Imperial Army is not moving even after causing the current chaos.
That is true.
The Imperial House moved the Demon Cult or other groups to create chaos in most of the adjacent countries.
It was natural to view the purpose as a war of conquest.
But.
- Having a mission to create a system friendly to our Empire…….
That guy was saying something completely different.
I am confused. So much…….
I cannot be sure who the real enemy is.
I do not know why the enemy, the Demon Cult Leader Exlam, faked his death and hid either.
In this state, I cannot even estimate what I should do to respond properly.
But even so, there was something I could do right now.
Whether the enemy is the Empire or the Demon Cult, let’s just flip the board for now.
If you know what the enemy wants, do the opposite.
It was a very simple strategy.
* * *
It’s hot…….
Arman, a soldier guarding the West Gate of Luxor, the capital of the Trey Kingdom, pulled his white turban down low under the scorching sun.
Only by making sure the sunlight did not touch his skin as much as possible could he at least endure this burning sensation and heat.
Of course, even so, the sweat flowing down his back could not be helped.
I’m going to die at this rate.
The situation of his colleagues standing next to him was no different.
It’s particularly intense today. Really.
You’re telling me…….
A spring that never dried up, the size of a giant lake, known as Desert’s Breath.
Luxor, a city built around that oasis, had quite a beautiful scenery for a desert and was a place where a relatively livable temperature was maintained.
However, as the trend had been getting hotter and hotter for several years now, the citizens of the capital often shut themselves inside their houses once it became midday.
Merchants aren't even coming at this hour either…….
To the point that even Sandin, a high-ranking warrior and the current guard captain, was resting inside the guard quarters.
But they, being the guards, could not do that.
Ah, it’s frustratingly hot.
Why is it like this lately, seriously?
The, I heard from the higher-ups that the desert is gradually expanding…….
What?
I heard it’s expanding particularly toward that Deus side; could it be related to that?
Exactly what kind of relation?
……How should I know?
Darn it!
It’s annoying, let’s just beat that guy up.
Agreed!
Hey! Hey! I just told you what I heard……!
Just before the beating from his colleagues, who had gone half-crazy from the heat, could begin, Arman’s gaze captured a shimmering black shadow near the western horizon.
Whoa! Th-There, people!
Fortunately, his colleagues, whose heat had reached their heads, had not forgotten their duty as guards and turned toward the place he was pointing at the same time.
But from that moment on.
That black dot began to expand rapidly.
What……?
Even before Arman, who was the first to notice it, could lower his hand, that black dot approached the gate at a terrifying speed.
And when they realized that the one standing at the head of that dot, or rather, those dots, was a knight in black armor.
Arman and all the other guards could not help but doubt their own eyes.
More than the speed at which he was running, and more than the human figures that seemed to be fluttering here and there, hanging from something similar to iron chains behind him.
The armor itself was more absurd.
Is that…… iron armor?
Oh, come on. No way. It’s even black…….
Unless he’s gone crazy with a death wish.
If that’s iron, the person inside would have been roasted already.
That question could soon be confirmed with their own eyes.
ROOAAARRR.
The knight in black armor, who arrived before the gate with a sandstorm suitable for that speed, finally came to a stop.
- Is that really black iron armor?
- Is he insane?
While the soldiers exchanged conversation with their eyes.
!@#!!@%@!
HISSSSSS.
The black knight, who was emitting something like steam from his entire body, was saying something.
Only long after that did the stunned soldiers begin to react.
Hey, Western language! Does anyone know Western language!
You punk, how many years have you been a guard…….
And only then did Arman, knowing it was his turn to step forward, gave a smirk and took a step forward.
I’ll do it, you brats. Go call Captain Sandin or something.
It was time to show the dignity of a senior soldier who fluently spoke the Western standard language.
Running at full power in the desert heat is something that truly shouldn't be done.
No matter how much heat I drew out with the power of the fire spirit I had borrowed, there was a limit.
I was letting out the moisture, which had evaporated before the clothes inside the armor could even become damp, by opening the armor.
What brings you here?
At the desert city they finally reached, the words spoken by the guard watching the gate momentarily made Muno dazed.
Did I run too long without resting? Am I hearing nonsense?
!@#!
!@#!
!@#!
I couldn't tell what on earth the voices of the other guards, who for some reason had impressed expressions, were saying.
Ah, was it said that they don't use the common language from the Trey Kingdom eastward?
The moment I was flustered by the common sense I remembered belatedly.
BLEAARGH.
Seeing Imadi once again vomiting from an empty stomach, the guards all frowned at the same time.
At that moment, Lauel stepped forward.
We. Have. Important. Business. With. The. Royal. Family.
At Lauel's voice, speaking slowly and deliberately, the soldier who had stepped forward first looked puzzled.
The Royal Family? Do you have an appointment?
Just what region's dialect was that?
It was frustrating, but there was no need to talk for long.
SWISH.
The frozen corpse I had brought along with Imadi, trying hard not to absorb the remaining demonic energy.
And the sight of the golden sword held in that corpse’s hand made the guard’s face change instantly.
From that moment, the process of the group entering the desert palace built next to the oasis proceeded in an instant.
Though everyone from the one who came out late claiming to be the West Gate guard captain to the palace officials freaked out in surprise and made a huge fuss.
* * *
Murmur, murmur.
White or yellow turbans and fluttering clothes of similar colors.
Inside the magnificent palace where, unlike the outside, no heat could be felt, unintelligible voices tangled with each other amidst the downpour of numerous gazes.
!@#!@$!
However, even that murmuring completely vanished the moment the middle-aged man in the ornate turban sitting on the throne let out a shout.
He is asking where you discovered the Great Warrior’s body.
……It didn't sound like that long of a sentence.
At the words of the interpreter conveying the King of Trey’s question, Muno let out a small sigh and repeated what he had said before.
After explaining the location of the battlefield discovered in the northwest of the desert using the surrounding geographical features, I conveyed the witnessed situation in as much detail as possible.
Of course, I omitted the fact that the corpse left by the mage Exlam existed, and spoke as if I had discovered it while tracking the bastard’s traces.
!@#!$%, !@#!$!@, !@#!@#!@#!@#.
While the translation was being conveyed to the King, I surveyed the surroundings again, but there were no strong individuals who particularly caught my eye.
Is only that fellow next to the King a 6-Star?
As I turned my gaze to the sturdy warrior standing on the King's right, a man with a pale impression on his left belatedly caught my eye.
A man with a particularly white face, although he was wearing the attire of this Trey Kingdom.
Just when I felt that man was a bit concerning.
!@#!@#$!!
Along with the King’s shouting, the warrior standing on his right began to approach them.
An unexpected movement.
What is this?
H-He is saying, did you people not ambush the Great Warrior!
At that, the interpreter, whose face had turned pale, shouted and ran away while backing off.
Coming out like this without warning?
It was the worst-case scenario among the situations I had considered while coming here.
Among the situations I had considered, that is.
Hmph…….
A chill settled into Muno's gaze.