Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 390

390. The Count and the Crans

Encred smelled the smell of blood and a faint odor inside Daejeon.

Besides that, there were clear traces of a fight.

I could tell just by looking around for a moment.

The queen sits on the throne with her mouth tightly shut.

Ruagarne, who was standing right next to him, had his ankle cut off. Nevertheless, he managed to keep his balance and stand, and his armor was exposed, and there were also scratches on it.

‘It’s a sign of a fierce fight.’

There was a battle in which Ruagarnet lost his ankle.

Still, I won.

The Marquis of Octo, who was seated right in front of the eight low steps leading to the throne, was wearing robes that had quite a few drops of blood splattered on them.

The complexion is duller than before. He seemed to have no intention of hiding his gloomy expression.

What are the surroundings like?

The body was removed, but blood stains and cracked walls were visible on the floor.

There are also sword marks on the white-painted pillars that support the main hall.

What does the stink bug tell me?

It’s the smell of a monster.

Among the corpses, several furry monsters were seen. It was a werewolf.

‘It wasn’t just Viscount Bantra.’

Even if it was not clear who planned this, the intention was clear.

It is a conclusion based on intuition, reason, and thinking.

‘By killing Kraang, he attempted to occupy the capital and secure the queen’s safety.’

Or did they even try to kill the queen? I couldn’t even figure that out. In any case, the other party’s intentions all failed. Krang lived. The queen also looked fine on the outside.

Encred’s gaze went behind the throne. I saw a man standing behind the wizard.

It was a man with a square jaw, gray hair under his ears, and brown hair neatly slicked back.

When I looked at his closed mouth, I could see that he was reticent, as if he would not say a word a day.

At his waist was a sword with a pommel in the shape of a sun beast’s head, and he was standing exactly behind the queen.

Should we say that it is the most appropriate position to protect and harm?

“I didn’t know there really was a Guardian Knight.”

The author who is most unsuited to this position opens his mouth. He was Count Molsen.

He brushed his hair once, glanced at Kraang and Encred and the others, then turned his gaze to the queen and said.

No, Encred felt that his gaze only rested on himself for a moment.

When he said it’s been a while, he didn’t say it at Kraang, but at himself.

It seemed like Krang wasn’t even visible. She went beyond ignoring her and didn’t even glance at her.

“I guess it was something you didn’t need to know?”

There was no queen here who gave a warm and comfortable feeling. Her low, subdued voice now represented the queen’s mood.

When the wizard standing next to him coughed and coughed, the tips of the queen’s eyebrows went up.

“Do you admit that your intentions are impure?”

The queen showed anger.

“I admit it.”

The Count continued: It’s a short answer, but it makes me smile. It was still the same. He was confident and strong. It was like an unbroken rock.

The arrogance characteristic of a person who believes and does what he wants becomes his weapon. It seemed like the perfume the Count had sprayed was spreading through the bloody and stinging smell.

It is the spirit of someone who believes in themselves.

“Let me ask you something.”

As if there was no need for an answer, the Count spread his hands and continued. There was no time for the queen to reply.

“Is it true that this happened just because a few nobles rebelled? Look at what it looks like now. The Order was divided within the Order, and a Guardian Knight had to step in to protect the Queen. You probably don’t know that there’s a saying that if that guardian knight steps forward, it’s a sign that the country will be ruined, right? Is this the end? Look outside. “If someone had started a fire, the palace would have burned down.”

It seemed like he was saying he could have done that but didn’t.

In Encred’s eyes, the count’s body seemed to be growing bigger and bigger.

“It’s sophistry!”

A nobleman shouted. It’s my first time seeing this face. However, just being in this position would have meant that he was a nobleman of quite high status. His voice was loud. But he looked much smaller than the count.

I felt like my perspective was broken.

“Do not dismiss what happened in reality as sophistry.”

On the contrary, the Count’s voice was low, but he had a spirit that overwhelmed the audience. The nobleman’s mouth fell shut.

You know that no matter what you say here, you can’t take advantage of it. It was the feeling of an aristocrat who had survived for a long time in the political world.

“joy.”

Instead, he snorted, but the count turned away with a calm attitude, knocking the opponent out.

I didn’t use a knife or my hands, but it was right to hit him.

“What do you want to say?”

This time, another nobleman stepped forward. This is the Marquis of Weissar, an old man who resembles Marcus.

Center pole, owner of the Umji family.

Her graying hair was neatly slicked back with flower seed oil, and not a single drop of blood was splattered on her clothes.

It seemed to suggest that the path, purpose, and reason for coming here were different from others.

“I just want to ask why this happened.”

The Count answered.

“What is the reason?”

The Marquis asked again.

“What do you think it would be like if the king had power?”

The corners of the Count’s eyes and mouth curved softly. This was said with a smile.

“this guy! How dare you insult the royal family!”

The nobleman from earlier could not stand it anymore and intervened. When I looked at his short brown hair and his raised eyes, he seemed quite impatient.

“Stop interfering. Or was it something your master told you to do?”

The nobleman’s hands trembled at the count’s words. He had a short sword on his waist, and it looked like he was going to pull it out at any moment.

The count said that and ignored him. Beside him, the Marquis of Okto gestured towards the nobleman.

Then the nobleman kept his mouth shut.

“What if you could bring Lord Cyprus here with just one word?”

The Count did not erase his smile. He continued to ask.

“Do you know what will happen if you vacate the South?”

When asked about the Marquis of Weissar, Count Molsen spoke as if he had been waiting.

“Does it matter?”

“It is a sword that protects the royal palace. If that doesn’t matter, then what does?”

The Marquis of Octo intervened and asked.

The Count answered in a calm manner.

“Throne, king, power, power, and thus power.”

His meaning was clear. He said that the first thing to do is to establish the throne and gain power.

“Who gives orders to the knights?”

The Count spoke as if giving a speech. He raised his right hand, clenched into a fist, upward.

“Is this the knight they praise as a master? Or is it the king? Is it that or the throne? Or else!”

The voice flies like a dagger. The queen bites her molars. I could see her jaw muscles tightening.

“Is this a game of honor that they like so much?”

What comes first?

It’s a throne. It’s a king. It’s power. It is power. The priority was to gather power and increase strength.

What good is a throne if you don’t have the power to achieve what you want?

“Please pass on the throne. Queen. “That is the way to save this country.”

The Count crossed a line. I jumped over it. Still, he didn’t find it awkward. His words had the power to make them seem true.

It seemed as if he was talking about a way to save the country by spreading correct opinions.

The Marquis de Weissar threw an obstacle in front of his words with a calm face and tone that did not suit this place.

“What will change if you become king?”

“It doesn’t change.”

“what?”

The Marquis of Okto, who looked somber, continued to ask.

“I will gather power and increase the power of the throne. Those guys who push in between them? Lost territory? “After a few years, everything will be pushed out, and won’t it be enough to get the territory back?”

It is the will to take a different path from now. What I meant was that after solidifying my inner self, I would start again with the strength I had developed.

“With what?”

“I am a wizard. And my territory has a power comparable to that of the Knights.”

This time it was a clear threat. Even Encred, who was watching, felt that way.

Do you guys have any strength? I have.

It’s like this.

The two marquis are speechless. She was no different from being a queen.

“Queen, how long do you think your guardian knight will protect you? This sounds like a no-brainer. If you are confident, give it a try, she said. “I will show you the power of someone who was born and raised in the land of Molsen, which you call a borderland.”

It would be more appropriate to use the word arrogance now.

Even though this was a failure, the Count did not beg for wrongdoing or do anything insidious behind the scenes.

He stood up straight and spoke straight.

Break through head on. He was confident that he could take it away by force.

“Bring the knight. “I will bring them all to their knees and kill them, and then I myself will declare that this kingdom is mine.”

Killing all the knights? This is ridiculous. But it looks like it could be done. The Count’s words had power.

The Count’s words weigh down the crowd. He pulls down. It seemed like he would have to get down on his knees.

Of course Encred wouldn’t do that.

The same goes for the Marquis of Octo and the Marquis of Weissar. However, the few remaining nobles seemed to be shaking. The fight is over. It felt like it would result in the Count’s victory.

“It’s magic.”

As I was looking at it, I heard a voice whispering next to me.

When I arrived, Esther was right next to me.

“I was wondering what kind of trick you were doing.”

She said and Encred just looked ahead instead of answering.

It’s magic, which means that the Count over there did some trick.

Should I cut it down? Isn’t he already someone I don’t like?

Ragna asks from behind whether he read his mind.

“Did you see it?”

Is it still possible? After thinking for a moment, Krang raises her hand. She had a bright smile on her face. The calmness of the Marquis de Baisar didn’t suit him, but this went beyond being unsuitable and made him look like a crazy person.

What about the words and titles spoken there?

“I have a question. teacher.”

It’s a face that looks happier than ever before. From that title, it was a way of mocking the opponent. What I am saying is that I am determined to speak out.

That mocking title made it impossible for the Count to ignore him.

The Count looked straight at the Queen and said:

“Are you doing this to me by trusting an immature child like that? “A child with no strength or anything?”

Krang is not a child. She also had quite a beard. But when the Count said that, he sounded like that.

Krang ignored no matter what the other person called him.

The attitude is that it is none of your business. This follows the refreshing disregard.

“If we take out the knights and defeat the knights, we will expand our territory in the southern Lihinstätten, and what about the demons there? “Of course it will happen, but we won’t be able to stop it.”

Krang stood on the board the Count had made. He jumped on the bandwagon. He said it didn’t matter. He was still smiling. He smiled slightly.

“so?”

The Count asked back. Only then did I face Kraang.

“Then I think a lot of people will die, but losing the land isn’t the end. As the territory is lost and people are pushed out, countless people living near the border will die. Is that the end? If we lose people and land, merchants will also reduce their footfall. What do you think will happen if merchants reduce their foot traffic? There will be less gold coins circulating. Then, the country’s finances may be in turmoil for a while. Oh, if you’re overflowing with gold coins, you probably believe that all of this can be solved with the Count’s own money, right? But no matter how much power you have, Count, you probably won’t be able to stop the Rihinsteten or the entire Demon Lord in the South, right?”

The Count looked at the one-day puppy standing on his plate. It was a look of disdain, meaning that they were the same. He countered the spear thrown by Krang.

“Sacrifice is indispensable. “If it’s necessary, I just do it.”

“Why?”

“Then how can we move forward without sacrifice?”

Krang spread his hands.

“You can do both.”

“both?”

“I will not make any sacrifices. And we can strengthen the royal family and strengthen its internal stability.”

“It’s sophistry.”

“Do not dismiss what will happen in the future as sophistry.”

“Your only weapon is bragging that you can do what you can’t.”

“That’s not true. “My weapon is on the other side.”

“Just take a look.”

“I’m good at asking for favors.”

“ask?”

“For example, if you ask me to cut your hair right now, there will be someone who will give it to you.”

“Try it.”

Krang looked at the Count with a smiling face. She seemed to be seeing a close friend.

“Do you want to die?”

“You can’t kill me.”

You’re making a conclusion.

Encred, who had been listening to the conversation, was ready to leave at any time.

“Can I ask you a favor? “Enki.”

Krang says: I saw eyes looking back. There was a mixture of playfulness and heat in his blue eyes.

It may have sounded like a random statement. I felt like I shouldn’t come forward.

Because everyone was weighed down by the intimidation shown by the Count and Kraang.

Moreover, even Ragna was not able to come forward as readily as before.

In the meantime, Encred stepped forward.

“of course.”

They spit out words too. Naturally blends in with the atmosphere.

The atmosphere was strangely distorted. A sword called Encrid appeared on the board made by Krang.

“As expected, he is a greedy friend.”

Count Molsen says as he looks at Encrid.

“He’s not the Count’s friend, he’s my friend. Right?”

Krang answered.

“Turn this way now. Just look at the situation and you will know. “Even a seven-year-old kid knows that he has to be on the winning side.”

The Count spoke without hesitation and looked at Encred.

It seems like the person who gets Encred on their side will be the winner.

Encred took a big step forward. He stood next to Krang, grabbed his wrist and lifted it up.

“Victory.”

It was a reminder board.

“also.”

Krang smiled and nodded.

The Count, who was watching this, laughed.

“Good, good! Good. “I guess it’s your choice, queen, right?”

“I have nothing to say to traitors.”

Only then did the queen respond.

The Count said, glaring at Krang.

“Did you say you would strengthen your internal stability without calling in the knights? Then you will have to block the arrows I shot right away. “Without that proud knighthood.”

“Are you worried? Thank you. “I will defeat your forces without the knights.”

Krang taunted his opponent. The Count was not ridiculed. Instead, white smoke began to leak out of the body along with a clicking sound.

“It wasn’t the main body in the first place.”

Esther spoke to Encred, but everyone heard it.

“Oh, I sent some of my troops to the Border Guard first. “When a wonderful fire breaks out in that city, change your mind.”

The Count, whose body shriveled when the smoke cleared, said.

“See you again.”

Perhaps it was the last time, but with those words, the Count’s body collapsed.

Encred looked at the face of the fallen person. It’s not a familiar face. But Krang knew.

“Viscount Mernes.”

It was unclear where he had gone, and he ended his life here as the Count’s messenger.

Krang sighed.

After that, the two marquis watched him. No, the two marquis even saw Encred.

“Now, Your Majesty. “I kept my promise.”

In that situation, Krang spoke.

The tone of speech was still the same. It was cheerful.

“Right now, all the noble factions have been eliminated, and only I am left.”

He immediately discussed his promise to the Queen. This was because she did not have time to leisurely organize and organize the situation.

fantasy,