Chapter 375: đđšđŹđ-đŹđđšđ«đČ (19)
Unexpectedly, Johan sensed that this idea was highly possible.
Because there werenât many people the dragon would have a grudge against.
âđđčđ€đđ¶đ„đȘđŻđš đźđŠ, đ”đ©đŠđłđŠ đŽđ©đ°đ¶đđ„đŻâđ” đŁđŠ đąđŻđșđ°đŻđŠ đžđ©đ° đ€đ°đ¶đđ„ đ©đąđ·đŠ đ©đ¶đłđ” đ”đ©đŠ đ„đłđąđšđ°đŻ.â
Johanâs expression became serious. Noticing this, Caenerna approached him with a curious look on her face. The red-haired wizard whispered softly into the dukeâs ear.
âIs something the matter?â
âHmm. What if the dragon is after me, mistaking me for the emperor?â
â. . . . . .â
Caenernaâs expression hardened at his outrageous words. However, she quickly understood what Johan meant. There was no way the duke would say something like this without reason.
â. . .You donât intend to hide in a monastery, do you?â
âIâll consider that if it really becomes dangerous, but not right now.âIt was like Johan to say a definite no. Caenerna let out a wry smile at the sight of Johan joking even in this situation.
âđđ¶đ” đȘđ”âđŽ đ€đŠđłđ”đąđȘđŻđđș đ±đđąđ¶đŽđȘđŁđđŠ.â
Caenerna folded her fingers and went through them one by one. First of all, there werenât many people whom the dragon could have a grudge against.
If the dragon held a grudge against Johan, it wouldnât be strange for him to mistake Johan for the emperor. No matter how powerful the dragon was, it wouldnât know much about the human kingdoms.
âđđ§ đ”đ©đŠ đ„đłđąđšđ°đŻ đłđŠđąđđđș đ€đąđźđŠ đ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đŻđ°đłđ”đ© đŁđŠđ€đąđ¶đŽđŠ đ°đ§ đą đźđȘđŽđ¶đŻđ„đŠđłđŽđ”đąđŻđ„đȘđŻđš, đȘđ”âđŽ đ¶đŻđ§đ°đłđ”đ¶đŻđąđ”đŠ, đŁđ¶đ” đȘđ”âđŽ đąđ„đ·đąđŻđ”đąđšđŠđ°đ¶đŽ đ§đ°đł đ”đ©đŠ đ„đ¶đŹđŠ.â
Caenerna was cold-hearted. Even if the people of the north suffered, the wizard intended to prioritize Johanâs benefit.
People often thought that wizards transcended profit and politics and followed reason and principle, but that was a misconception held by those who didnât know magic.
Wizards were just as human as anyone else, and they had their own selfish desires.
Caenerna wondered.
What was the best course of action in this situation?
âđđ§ đ”đ©đŠ đ„đłđąđšđ°đŻ đźđȘđŽđ¶đŻđ„đŠđłđŽđ”đąđŻđ„đŽ, đ”đ©đŠ đ±đŠđ°đ±đđŠ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đŻđ°đłđ”đ© đžđ°đŻâđ” đ©đȘđ„đŠ đ”đ©đŠ đ„đ¶đŹđŠâđŽ đžđ©đŠđłđŠđąđŁđ°đ¶đ”đŽ. đđŻ đ”đ©đąđ” đ€đąđŽđŠ, đ”đ©đŠ đ„đłđąđšđ°đŻ đžđȘđđ đźđ°đ·đŠ đąđšđąđȘđŻ.â
The red-haired wizard sent a meaningful glance at the duke. Johan nodded in understanding.
đđ°đšđšđšđŹđĄ!
Caenerna drew her knife and stabbed the table in front of her. The knights present were startled by the wizardâs sudden movement and couldnât react in time.
âMy lords, this is a tremendous humiliation! We are swayed by the arrogant words of a mere monster and try to figure out his intentions. Such humiliation cannot be tolerated by the honorable liberators of the Holy Land!â
âđđŽ đŽđ©đŠ đ€đłđąđ»đș?â
Suetlg accidentally spilled some of the water he was drinking, taken aback. He glanced at Johan, who didnât seem surprised at all. It was clear that they had finished their conversation in that short time. Suetlg, who realized this belatedly, also straightened his expression and became serious.
âThere are those among the northern feudal lords who participated in the rebellion. I admit it. There are those among the northern feudal lords who sided with the tyrant. I admit it. However, arenât they also monotheists? There is no need to listen to the words of a monster. Unsheath your swords and help us with the heart of an honorable knight!â
âYou speak the truth!â
The elf king kicked his chair away and stood up. His face was flushed red with excitement.
âWhat does the intention of a mere monster matter? If the honorable brothers here unite, we can defeat any evil monster!â
The elven knights also seemed to be moved by the elf kingâs cry. They also drew their swords and cheered.
Ulrike was nervous, but just like Suetlg, she had a similar understanding of the situation. That red-haired wizard was the dukeâs advisor. She wouldnât have come forward without a reason.
As the feudal lords present responded enthusiastically or at least showed signs of agreement, the other nobles followed suit.
At the unexpected decision, the envoys from the north shed hot tears without realizing it. They never thought that the lords here would come to their aid.
They were prepared for plunder, humiliation, or other such acts of barbarism, but wasnât this too merciful?
âThank you! Thank you!â
The envoys from the north expressed their gratitude, shedding tears. They were grateful to everyone here. Particularly, they were even more grateful to Caenerna.
They couldnât believe that she would help them like this, considering her past association with the emperorâs faction. They were ashamed of themselves for slandering her as a suspicious wizard.
âđđ©đąđŻđŹ đșđ°đ¶, đžđȘđ»đąđłđ„. đđ©đąđŻđŹ đșđ°đ¶ đŽđ° đźđ¶đ€đ©!â
đžđžđžđžđžđž
When they first heard the news, the northern feudal lords doubted their ears.
Then, they wondered if it was a trap.
âBut what would they gain by setting a trap? They could just. . . spread the truth throughout the empire and raise an army.â
â. . . . . .â
One of the feudal lords was right. The feudal lords who had succeeded in the expedition to the Holy Land now had everything from fame to funds. If they wanted, they could start another war at any time.
There was no reason for them to fall into such an obvious trap. Wouldnât it only tarnish their reputation?
âAnd such a cowardly ambush was something the emperor would do. The duke or the king arenât the kind of people who would do such a thing.â
One of the feudal lords sneered. Surprisingly, no one refuted him. Even the feudal lords who still belonged to the emperorâs faction couldnât bring themselves to defend the emperorâs despicable deeds.
âIf they help us, weâll be grateful. How long are we going to leave the dragon alone?â
â. . . . . .â
Even the most prideful of the northern feudal lords nodded their heads. At this point, they should be the ones asking for help first.
How many nobles had been hurt, injured, or disappeared since the dragon occupied the castle? They had to take down the dragon before it moved elsewhere.
âLong live His Highness Duke Yeats!â
âLong live His Highness the Duke!!â
As a result, when Johan arrived first, the people of the north gathered at the city gate and welcomed Johan enthusiastically. It was a welcome that reeked of artificiality, no matter how you looked at it.
âđđȘđ„ đȘđ” đłđŠđąđđđș đ©đąđ·đŠ đ”đ° đŁđŠ đđȘđŹđŠ đ”đ©đȘđŽ?â
The way people rushed out because they were genuinely moved was different from the way they rushed out because they were threatened by soldiers beforehand. The people of the north did their best to shout Johanâs name while glancing back furtively. They were worried that the soldiers would get angry.
âI guess I need to give them more practice.â
Caenerna muttered with a sly smile. Johan nodded in agreement.
In fact, he felt a little awkward receiving such praise. Both Johan and Caenerna had other intentions in mind.
âđđŠđ§đ°đłđŠ đžđŠ đšđŠđ” đ„đ°đžđŻ. . .â
â. . .đžđŠ đ©đąđ·đŠ đ”đ° đ§đȘđŻđȘđŽđ© đ”đ©đȘđŻđšđŽ đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đŻđ°đłđ”đ©.â
If they were going to kill the dragon anyway, it had to be in the north!
The people of the north would have been shocked if they had heard this, but they had no choice. Johan didnât want to kill the dragon in his fiefdom. If there was a riot in the harbor, Johan would cry bloody tears.
After the grand and artificial welcome, the gathered northern feudal lords greeted Johan.
âThe main force will arrive within a week.â
âI apologize, Your Highness.â
â. . .?â
Johan felt a sense of foreboding as the northern feudal lords began to apologize as soon as they started talking.
It was a sight he had often seen when he used to lead the nobles of the peninsula in the past.
âđđšđźđ« đđąđ đĄđ§đđŹđŹ, đ đđ©đšđ„đšđ đąđłđ. đ đđąđŹđšđđđČđđ đČđšđźđ« đšđ«đđđ«đŹ đđ§đ đŠđđđ đ đ«đđđ€đ„đđŹđŹ đđĄđđ«đ đ.
âđ đŹđđ. đđšđ°đđŻđđ«, đąđ đČđšđź đđšđšđ€ đđđŻđđ§đđđ đ đšđ đđĄđ đđ§đđŠđČâđŹ đ°đđđ€đ§đđŹđŹ, đČđšđź đŠđđČ đđ đđđ„đ đđš đđšđŻđđ« đźđ© đČđšđźđ« đđđźđ„đ đ°đąđđĄ đŠđđ«đąđ. đđ đČđšđź đŹđ°đđđ« đđš đ§đđŻđđ« đđš đąđ đđ đđąđ§. . .
âđ đđ©đšđ„đšđ đąđłđ. đđ đ°đđ«đ đđđđđđđđ đđČ đđĄđ đđ§đđŠđČâđŹ đđđŹđđđ«đđ„đČ đđŠđđźđŹđĄ.
â. . .đđš đČđšđź đ©đđ«đĄđđ©đŹ đźđŹđ đČđšđźđ« đĄđđđ đđŹ đ đĄđđ„đŠđđ?
âđđđ«đđšđ§?
âđđâđŹ đ§đšđđĄđąđ§đ . đđš đđđđ€ đđ§đ đ«đđđ„đđđ đšđ§ đČđšđźđ« đđđđąđšđ§đŹ.
âđ đđ©đšđ„đšđ đąđłđ! đ đ°đąđ„đ„ đđđđąđ§đąđđđ„đČ đđąđ đĄđ đđ đđąđ§ đđ§đ đ«đđŹđđšđ«đ đŠđČ đĄđšđ§đšđ«.
That distinctive expression of causing trouble first and then checking the other personâs reaction. That expression was evident on the faces of the northern feudal lords.
âWhatâs the matter?â
âTwo days before Your Highness arrived, the northern knights acted on their own. . . to defeat the dragon.â
âThose foolish brats.â
âđ đŽđŠđŠ.â
Caenerna, who had been standing by silently, was surprised by Johanâs words. Werenât his thoughts and words the opposite?
âYour Highness?!â
âI told you to listen. Itâs not like they canât do this much.â
âWell. . .â
Caenerna was convinced. Come to think of it, it seemed like they could let it slide. In fact, the northern feudal lords were pretending not to hear even though they had heard it.
Johan sighed and lowered his head.
Well, hadnât he been prepared for this kind of problem ever since he decided to help?
âđđ©đȘđŽ đȘđŽđŻâđ” đźđș đđąđŻđ„. đđș đđąđŻđ„ đžđ°đŻâđ” đŁđŠ đąđ§đ§đŠđ€đ”đŠđ„ đŠđ·đŠđŻ đȘđ§ đ”đ©đŠ đ„đłđąđšđ°đŻ đłđ¶đŻđŽ đžđȘđđ„ đąđŻđ„ đ”đ©đŠ đŹđŻđȘđšđ©đ”đŽ đ„đȘđŠ. . .â
He felt a little better after composing himself once more. Johan responded with a gentle smile.
âYes. How could I have stopped the knights from charging recklessly out of their youthful enthusiasm?â
In fact, if you were to judge by youthful enthusiasm, Johan should have been the most enthusiastic here, but no one made such a remark. The northern feudal lords bowed their heads in shame.
âSo, how many knights went? Who led them?â
âSir Volgarek and Sir Biorarn of the Visalfurk family led the knights.â
âHmm.â
Caenerna could clearly see Johanâs fist clenching.
The reins in his fingertips trembled pitifully.
Caenerna slowly shook her head. Even when the emperorâs bloodline did nothing, they didnât look so good, but it was amazing how they would cause trouble by stepping forward like that.
đžđžđžđžđžđž
The emperor was called a tyrant, but he left behind some decent children.
The eldest, Olafsethan, didnât inherit the emperorâs heart or sword, but he had a rational and diplomatic nature. Olafsethan, who was also acquainted with Johan, did his best to resolve the situation left behind after the emperorâs death. Some feudal lords said he was better than the emperor.
In contrast, the second son Volgarek and the third son Biorarn were children who had inherited the emperorâs heart or sword.
The difference was that Volgarek inherited the emperorâs cruelty, while Biorarn inherited the emperorâs honor.
Since both of them had such strong personalities, their clash was pretty much a given.
âLead your knights forward! When are you going to use those noisy guys if not now?â
âDidnât you gain a knack for talking nonsense while I wasnât looking? You want me to send my knights inside without knowing the situation? Such things are best left to those who have the skills for it. Send your men in. There must be a lot of prisoners, right?â
Volegarekâs eyebrows twisted ferociously at Biorarnâs words. Unlike Biorarnâs knights, which were composed of northern knight families, the knights that Volgarek led were mostly rogue knights or ex-rogues.
After all, only those who matched the masterâs personality would gather.
However, it didnât feel good to be pointed out like that separately. Volgarek, who was already jealous of Biorarnâs achievements during the expedition to the Holy Land, gritted his teeth.
âI guess I canât work with you anymore.â
âSir Volgarek! Calm down. . .â
âShut up. I donât want to hear it anymore!â
Volegarek eventually exploded, unable to hold back any longer. He declared that he would act independently. Since he had wanted to act separately from the beginning, Biorarnâs attitude was like adding fuel to the fire.
âShouldnât we try to stop him?â
âHa. Leave him alone. Do you think heâll change his mind if we try to persuade him now?â
Biorarn snorted. As they shared the same blood, he knew Volgarekâs true intentions very well. They had come this far together, but if he continued to act like that, it was better to move separately.
âWe have to be prepared for Volgarekâs night attack.â
âSurely he wouldnât do such a thing?â
âHeâs more than capable of doing it! Even if he doesnât come, it doesnât hurt to be prepared.â
The knights nodded at Biorarnâs words. Volgarekâs eyes were indeed too fierce, even for the knights to be wary of.
âBut is it okay to act separately?â
âHonestly, I think it might be more dangerous to hang out with those guys. Besides, donât we have the weapons we brought from the east? Since they contain mysterious power, they will surely be able to pierce the dragonâs scales.â
After the camp was completed, the northern knights stood guard more attentively than usual.
Biorarnâs command was sharper and more precise than before, as if saying he hadnât participated in the expedition to the Holy Land for nothing. The knights followed his commands with admiration.
A pitch-black night.
A messenger ran through the darkness.
âA messenger has arrived!â
âWho sent the messenger?â
âHe says heâs a messenger sent by His Highness Duke Yeats.â
â!â
The knights looked impressed. From the looks of it, it was clear that he had sent someone because of his connection with Biorarn during the expedition to the Holy Land.
Even though they were enemies, they sent a messenger of encouragement. This was the world of knights, where politics and profit were set aside.
â. . . . . .â
Biorarnâs face hardened as he read the letter delivered by the messenger. Biorarn made an excuse to the messenger without thinking.
âActually, Volgarek told me to go. . .â
âB-Biorarn-nim. You donât know the contents of the letter yet.â
,Unexpectedly, Johan sensed that this idea was highly possible.
Because there werenât many people the dragon would have a grudge against.
âđđčđ€đđ¶đ„đȘđŻđš đźđŠ, đ”đ©đŠđłđŠ đŽđ©đ°đ¶đđ„đŻâđ” đŁđŠ đąđŻđșđ°đŻđŠ đžđ©đ° đ€đ°đ¶đđ„ đ©đąđ·đŠ đ©đ¶đłđ” đ”đ©đŠ đ„đłđąđšđ°đŻ.â
Johanâs expression became serious. Noticing this, Caenerna approached him with a curious look on her face. The red-haired wizard whispered softly into the dukeâs ear.
âIs something the matter?â
âHmm. What if the dragon is after me, mistaking me for the emperor?â
â. . . . . .â
Caenernaâs expression hardened at his outrageous words. However, she quickly understood what Johan meant. There was no way the duke would say something like this without reason.
â. . .You donât intend to hide in a monastery, do you?â
âIâll consider that if it really becomes dangerous, but not right now.â
It was like Johan to say a definite no. Caenerna let out a wry smile at the sight of Johan joking even in this situation.
âđđ¶đ” đȘđ”âđŽ đ€đŠđłđ”đąđȘđŻđđș đ±đđąđ¶đŽđȘđŁđđŠ.â
Caenerna folded her fingers and went through them one by one. First of all, there werenât many people whom the dragon could have a grudge against.
If the dragon held a grudge against Johan, it wouldnât be strange for him to mistake Johan for the emperor. No matter how powerful the dragon was, it wouldnât know much about the human kingdoms.
âđđ§ đ”đ©đŠ đ„đłđąđšđ°đŻ đłđŠđąđđđș đ€đąđźđŠ đ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đŻđ°đłđ”đ© đŁđŠđ€đąđ¶đŽđŠ đ°đ§ đą đźđȘđŽđ¶đŻđ„đŠđłđŽđ”đąđŻđ„đȘđŻđš, đȘđ”âđŽ đ¶đŻđ§đ°đłđ”đ¶đŻđąđ”đŠ, đŁđ¶đ” đȘđ”âđŽ đąđ„đ·đąđŻđ”đąđšđŠđ°đ¶đŽ đ§đ°đł đ”đ©đŠ đ„đ¶đŹđŠ.â
Caenerna was cold-hearted. Even if the people of the north suffered, the wizard intended to prioritize Johanâs benefit.
People often thought that wizards transcended profit and politics and followed reason and principle, but that was a misconception held by those who didnât know magic.
Wizards were just as human as anyone else, and they had their own selfish desires.
Caenerna wondered.
What was the best course of action in this situation?
âđđ§ đ”đ©đŠ đ„đłđąđšđ°đŻ đźđȘđŽđ¶đŻđ„đŠđłđŽđ”đąđŻđ„đŽ, đ”đ©đŠ đ±đŠđ°đ±đđŠ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đŻđ°đłđ”đ© đžđ°đŻâđ” đ©đȘđ„đŠ đ”đ©đŠ đ„đ¶đŹđŠâđŽ đžđ©đŠđłđŠđąđŁđ°đ¶đ”đŽ. đđŻ đ”đ©đąđ” đ€đąđŽđŠ, đ”đ©đŠ đ„đłđąđšđ°đŻ đžđȘđđ đźđ°đ·đŠ đąđšđąđȘđŻ.â
The red-haired wizard sent a meaningful glance at the duke. Johan nodded in understanding.
đđ°đšđšđšđŹđĄ!
Caenerna drew her knife and stabbed the table in front of her. The knights present were startled by the wizardâs sudden movement and couldnât react in time.
âMy lords, this is a tremendous humiliation! We are swayed by the arrogant words of a mere monster and try to figure out his intentions. Such humiliation cannot be tolerated by the honorable liberators of the Holy Land!â
âđđŽ đŽđ©đŠ đ€đłđąđ»đș?â
Suetlg accidentally spilled some of the water he was drinking, taken aback. He glanced at Johan, who didnât seem surprised at all. It was clear that they had finished their conversation in that short time. Suetlg, who realized this belatedly, also straightened his expression and became serious.
âThere are those among the northern feudal lords who participated in the rebellion. I admit it. There are those among the northern feudal lords who sided with the tyrant. I admit it. However, arenât they also monotheists? There is no need to listen to the words of a monster. Unsheath your swords and help us with the heart of an honorable knight!â
âYou speak the truth!â
The elf king kicked his chair away and stood up. His face was flushed red with excitement.
âWhat does the intention of a mere monster matter? If the honorable brothers here unite, we can defeat any evil monster!â
The elven knights also seemed to be moved by the elf kingâs cry. They also drew their swords and cheered.
Ulrike was nervous, but just like Suetlg, she had a similar understanding of the situation. That red-haired wizard was the dukeâs advisor. She wouldnât have come forward without a reason.
As the feudal lords present responded enthusiastically or at least showed signs of agreement, the other nobles followed suit.
At the unexpected decision, the envoys from the north shed hot tears without realizing it. They never thought that the lords here would come to their aid.
They were prepared for plunder, humiliation, or other such acts of barbarism, but wasnât this too merciful?
âThank you! Thank you!â
The envoys from the north expressed their gratitude, shedding tears. They were grateful to everyone here. Particularly, they were even more grateful to Caenerna.
They couldnât believe that she would help them like this, considering her past association with the emperorâs faction. They were ashamed of themselves for slandering her as a suspicious wizard.
âđđ©đąđŻđŹ đșđ°đ¶, đžđȘđ»đąđłđ„. đđ©đąđŻđŹ đșđ°đ¶ đŽđ° đźđ¶đ€đ©!â
đžđžđžđžđžđž
When they first heard the news, the northern feudal lords doubted their ears.
Then, they wondered if it was a trap.
âBut what would they gain by setting a trap? They could just. . . spread the truth throughout the empire and raise an army.â
â. . . . . .â
One of the feudal lords was right. The feudal lords who had succeeded in the expedition to the Holy Land now had everything from fame to funds. If they wanted, they could start another war at any time.
There was no reason for them to fall into such an obvious trap. Wouldnât it only tarnish their reputation?
âAnd such a cowardly ambush was something the emperor would do. The duke or the king arenât the kind of people who would do such a thing.â
One of the feudal lords sneered. Surprisingly, no one refuted him. Even the feudal lords who still belonged to the emperorâs faction couldnât bring themselves to defend the emperorâs despicable deeds.
âIf they help us, weâll be grateful. How long are we going to leave the dragon alone?â
â. . . . . .â
Even the most prideful of the northern feudal lords nodded their heads. At this point, they should be the ones asking for help first.
How many nobles had been hurt, injured, or disappeared since the dragon occupied the castle? They had to take down the dragon before it moved elsewhere.
âLong live His Highness Duke Yeats!â
âLong live His Highness the Duke!!â
As a result, when Johan arrived first, the people of the north gathered at the city gate and welcomed Johan enthusiastically. It was a welcome that reeked of artificiality, no matter how you looked at it.
âđđȘđ„ đȘđ” đłđŠđąđđđș đ©đąđ·đŠ đ”đ° đŁđŠ đđȘđŹđŠ đ”đ©đȘđŽ?â
The way people rushed out because they were genuinely moved was different from the way they rushed out because they were threatened by soldiers beforehand. The people of the north did their best to shout Johanâs name while glancing back furtively. They were worried that the soldiers would get angry.
âI guess I need to give them more practice.â
Caenerna muttered with a sly smile. Johan nodded in agreement.
In fact, he felt a little awkward receiving such praise. Both Johan and Caenerna had other intentions in mind.
âđđŠđ§đ°đłđŠ đžđŠ đšđŠđ” đ„đ°đžđŻ. . .â
â. . .đžđŠ đ©đąđ·đŠ đ”đ° đ§đȘđŻđȘđŽđ© đ”đ©đȘđŻđšđŽ đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đŻđ°đłđ”đ©.â
If they were going to kill the dragon anyway, it had to be in the north!
The people of the north would have been shocked if they had heard this, but they had no choice. Johan didnât want to kill the dragon in his fiefdom. If there was a riot in the harbor, Johan would cry bloody tears.
After the grand and artificial welcome, the gathered northern feudal lords greeted Johan.
âThe main force will arrive within a week.â
âI apologize, Your Highness.â
â. . .?â
Johan felt a sense of foreboding as the northern feudal lords began to apologize as soon as they started talking.
It was a sight he had often seen when he used to lead the nobles of the peninsula in the past.
âđđšđźđ« đđąđ đĄđ§đđŹđŹ, đ đđ©đšđ„đšđ đąđłđ. đ đđąđŹđšđđđČđđ đČđšđźđ« đšđ«đđđ«đŹ đđ§đ đŠđđđ đ đ«đđđ€đ„đđŹđŹ đđĄđđ«đ đ.
âđ đŹđđ. đđšđ°đđŻđđ«, đąđ đČđšđź đđšđšđ€ đđđŻđđ§đđđ đ đšđ đđĄđ đđ§đđŠđČâđŹ đ°đđđ€đ§đđŹđŹ, đČđšđź đŠđđČ đđ đđđ„đ đđš đđšđŻđđ« đźđ© đČđšđźđ« đđđźđ„đ đ°đąđđĄ đŠđđ«đąđ. đđ đČđšđź đŹđ°đđđ« đđš đ§đđŻđđ« đđš đąđ đđ đđąđ§. . .
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That distinctive expression of causing trouble first and then checking the other personâs reaction. That expression was evident on the faces of the northern feudal lords.
âWhatâs the matter?â
âTwo days before Your Highness arrived, the northern knights acted on their own. . . to defeat the dragon.â
âThose foolish brats.â
âđ đŽđŠđŠ.â
Caenerna, who had been standing by silently, was surprised by Johanâs words. Werenât his thoughts and words the opposite?
âYour Highness?!â
âI told you to listen. Itâs not like they canât do this much.â
âWell. . .â
Caenerna was convinced. Come to think of it, it seemed like they could let it slide. In fact, the northern feudal lords were pretending not to hear even though they had heard it.
Johan sighed and lowered his head.
Well, hadnât he been prepared for this kind of problem ever since he decided to help?
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He felt a little better after composing himself once more. Johan responded with a gentle smile.
âYes. How could I have stopped the knights from charging recklessly out of their youthful enthusiasm?â
In fact, if you were to judge by youthful enthusiasm, Johan should have been the most enthusiastic here, but no one made such a remark. The northern feudal lords bowed their heads in shame.
âSo, how many knights went? Who led them?â
âSir Volgarek and Sir Biorarn of the Visalfurk family led the knights.â
âHmm.â
Caenerna could clearly see Johanâs fist clenching.
The reins in his fingertips trembled pitifully.
Caenerna slowly shook her head. Even when the emperorâs bloodline did nothing, they didnât look so good, but it was amazing how they would cause trouble by stepping forward like that.
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The emperor was called a tyrant, but he left behind some decent children.
The eldest, Olafsethan, didnât inherit the emperorâs heart or sword, but he had a rational and diplomatic nature. Olafsethan, who was also acquainted with Johan, did his best to resolve the situation left behind after the emperorâs death. Some feudal lords said he was better than the emperor.
In contrast, the second son Volgarek and the third son Biorarn were children who had inherited the emperorâs heart or sword.
The difference was that Volgarek inherited the emperorâs cruelty, while Biorarn inherited the emperorâs honor.
Since both of them had such strong personalities, their clash was pretty much a given.
âLead your knights forward! When are you going to use those noisy guys if not now?â
âDidnât you gain a knack for talking nonsense while I wasnât looking? You want me to send my knights inside without knowing the situation? Such things are best left to those who have the skills for it. Send your men in. There must be a lot of prisoners, right?â
Volegarekâs eyebrows twisted ferociously at Biorarnâs words. Unlike Biorarnâs knights, which were composed of northern knight families, the knights that Volgarek led were mostly rogue knights or ex-rogues.
After all, only those who matched the masterâs personality would gather.
However, it didnât feel good to be pointed out like that separately. Volgarek, who was already jealous of Biorarnâs achievements during the expedition to the Holy Land, gritted his teeth.
âI guess I canât work with you anymore.â
âSir Volgarek! Calm down. . .â
âShut up. I donât want to hear it anymore!â
Volegarek eventually exploded, unable to hold back any longer. He declared that he would act independently. Since he had wanted to act separately from the beginning, Biorarnâs attitude was like adding fuel to the fire.
âShouldnât we try to stop him?â
âHa. Leave him alone. Do you think heâll change his mind if we try to persuade him now?â
Biorarn snorted. As they shared the same blood, he knew Volgarekâs true intentions very well. They had come this far together, but if he continued to act like that, it was better to move separately.
âWe have to be prepared for Volgarekâs night attack.â
âSurely he wouldnât do such a thing?â
âHeâs more than capable of doing it! Even if he doesnât come, it doesnât hurt to be prepared.â
The knights nodded at Biorarnâs words. Volgarekâs eyes were indeed too fierce, even for the knights to be wary of.
âBut is it okay to act separately?â
âHonestly, I think it might be more dangerous to hang out with those guys. Besides, donât we have the weapons we brought from the east? Since they contain mysterious power, they will surely be able to pierce the dragonâs scales.â
After the camp was completed, the northern knights stood guard more attentively than usual.
Biorarnâs command was sharper and more precise than before, as if saying he hadnât participated in the expedition to the Holy Land for nothing. The knights followed his commands with admiration.
A pitch-black night.
A messenger ran through the darkness.
âA messenger has arrived!â
âWho sent the messenger?â
âHe says heâs a messenger sent by His Highness Duke Yeats.â
â!â
The knights looked impressed. From the looks of it, it was clear that he had sent someone because of his connection with Biorarn during the expedition to the Holy Land.
Even though they were enemies, they sent a messenger of encouragement. This was the world of knights, where politics and profit were set aside.
â. . . . . .â
Biorarnâs face hardened as he read the letter delivered by the messenger. Biorarn made an excuse to the messenger without thinking.
âActually, Volgarek told me to go. . .â
âB-Biorarn-nim. You donât know the contents of the letter yet.â