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Only then did Marcus raise his head and look around.
“Break through!”
“Surround them!”
“Forward, forward, forward!”
The Golden Knights of Gremorius and the Heavenly Knights of Freuheit were fleeing, the eastern knights bearing the Great White Shark banner were targeting his flagship, and the imperial and central knights were slowly but steadily pressuring them.
'Since when?'
The Northern Duke pressed him with cold winds from the walls, and lightning flashed and threatened him from the high clouds.
The alliance was torn apart and the enemies grew stronger.
And the one who brought all those enemies was the damn Archduke in front of me.
Valencian said with a refreshing smile.
Sweeping back his white hair, the blood flowing from his temples as balm.
“You know, Marcus. The most dangerous thing is when you think you’re winning.”
“Valencianus.”
“Cariosa would think she already has me halfway. If I asked her to share it with him, she would throw a fit. Severic, by his nature and the situation in the North, would never be able to see anyone being abandoned for their own good.”
“Now, now, me!”
“The Church has exhausted all its power in passing the bill, and now that it has passed the bill, it has no use for you. The other great lords who have seen the Church fall away will think, ‘What can we gain by staying with the Church when it has fallen away?’ Wouldn’t it be better to bow down and stick to the Crown?”
Valencianus held a massive sword, originally used by mechanical knights, in his dark red scaled hands.
The black dragon's flames and golden mana blades glowed softly.
The barracks were completely ablaze, sparks flying, allies and enemies alike were screaming and scattering in all directions, the army had disappeared, and only the flags were waving.
The most dangerous lord in the West, Lord Marcus of the Iron Throne, had a hunch.
“Are you trying to kill me?”
Valencian had the look of an emperor's executioner, not the rumoured newcomer.
There was no sign of madness in those eyes that sparkled with fire.
“I’ve seen a lot over the years. I’ve learned about the choices made by the people of a war-torn territory, and the blood and gold that must be shed to suppress it. But Marcus, you’re too smart.”
The mechanical engineers who faced the terrible spirit head-on unconsciously took half a step back.
“Your musket is not a powerful weapon, but a weapon for killing large numbers of conscripts or mercenaries. No matter which kingdom you invade, the blood of the lower classes will be shed more than that of the upper class.”
“It’s disgusting when someone who knows why says something like that.”
“Yeah. I know. Aren’t you just going to kill them all in the first place so they don’t become invaders?”
Valencian asked expressionlessly, and Marcus nodded calmly as if there was no problem.
“It was a measure I put in place to deal with the infestation of invasive species, but I guess you don’t like it. Since when has the royal family cared about the lives of such people?”
Valencian looked straight at him with eyes that seemed to be rebuking him.
“I’m going to start paying attention from now on. I’ve learned that you reap what you sow.”
“That is not a fitting remark for the great scoundrel, Emperor Valencianus.”
“But I think it might suit Jaylilith.”
'Because that child's reign is just beginning.'
Swallowing his own words, Valencianus dangled the sword that did not fit his body.
“His reign is just beginning, and we cannot afford to spare a great lord who is talking about amassing wealth through preemptive strikes and large-scale plunder.”
Both the machine knights and Marcus frowned at the action of lowering the sword, which was different from what he said.
“What are you thinking?”
Valencianus said, his scaled hands trembling.
“The Great Lord, you know.”
“Valencianus?”
“You are smart enough to keep someone alive, and you are smart enough to kill someone.”
That was why Valencianus had been worrying and worrying.
Marcus smiled cheerfully and accepted his words.
“I will take that as a compliment.”
“My Majesty also wants a corps that can handle high-quality magical tools such as magic guns and magic armor.”
“Your tongue is long.”
“So, as the Grand Duke of the Empire, I propose to you.”
“I’ll listen to you anyway.”
“Live as a court noble who donates your territory to the imperial family and receives a pension. I will give you a position in the imperial magic workshop.”
“!”
A crack appeared on Marcus' face.
The two pupils of subtly different colors turned left and right differently.
* * *
Valencian looked at Marcus, feeling his heart pounding.
He was a talent who could lead the academic and industrial field of magical engineering.
It was a loss for the royal family to carelessly kill a talent that only comes once in a hundred or a thousand years.
However, no matter how talented he was, it was impossible to allow a madman who might invade a neighboring territory, a neighboring kingdom, or his own territory at any time to live as a great lord.
After much thought, the conclusion was to separate Marcus and the High Lord.
“I will calculate the value of the territory based on its development status. The mines and large workshops you have developed will naturally be paid separately.”
"ha ha ha."
“If you want, I can give you a promotion.”
“Are you serious? You want me to sell my kingdom, my homeland?”
“You’re an illegitimate child. Stop pretending to be a noble of great renown.”
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The mechanical knights, whose lord had been insulted twice, turned their swords on Valencian.
Valencianus raised both hands in exaggerated surprise, then smiled and continued speaking.
“Actually, you don’t have much attachment to that land, do you? I think the country is the same. Isn’t it hard to settle down in a place where your parents, relatives, and siblings are all dead and you don’t know anyone?”
The first mechanical engineer thought:
The rumor that Archduke Valencian had a devil's beak and a snake's tongue is true.
“Come up here. I can make a large-scale deal with Gremorius and get you a lot of good metals and ores. I’ll also help you interact with the Ivory Tower. People who are crazy about learning and magic, no, passionate about it, gather together and have fun.”
Phew,
Valencianus thrust the sword in his right hand into the floor and held out his left hand.
“I will continue to use the knights as escorts. In fact, each knight-level force is subject to negotiation. Oh, and of course, your assistants will remain the same.
Although the scales were still prominent, the movements were polite.
For a moment, the mechanic thought Marcus might grab his hand.
The most dangerous lord in the West covered his face with a prosthetic steel arm.
Then he remained silent for a moment, then broke the silence himself.
“What happens if I refuse?”
A purple aura flowed softly from Estok.
When Valencian saw that, he laughed and shouted like an old devil who tempts humans.
“I said something like that, do you think I’ll let you reject me?!”
Bam!
The next moment, a horn that had been protruding slightly from his temple grew long like a mountain goat's and twisted around.
The first mechanical knight hesitated for a moment whether to surround Marcus or rush at Valencian.
During that split second, Valencian chanted the spell.
“The flame that follows rises.”
The entire flames burning around the camp of the noble alliance gathered towards Valencianus.
Whoosh whoosh!
It seemed as if thousands of fiery hellhounds were running across the wilderness.
The mechanical engineers gritted their teeth and surrounded Marcus.
The scaly yellow dragon laughed in the midst of the extremely compressed flames.
Kwajik!
He clenched the hand he had extended to shake hands with into a fist.
The golden dragon's aura guided the flames, and a huge explosion occurred that covered the entire camp.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The splendid sentences and fluttering flags all burned hotly and then died down.
Red mist ran across the ground, and black smoke resembling mushrooms rose into the sky.
* * *
“The world. The world.”
I tore off the half-tattered sleeves of my uniform, and, as if carrying a kitten, I dragged the unconscious Marcus by the scruff of his uniform, and walked through the old barracks where white and black ash fell.
My body was not burned, but my clothes were, and the molten gold from my gold ornaments stuck to my body and hardened, making a crackling sound.
The chaos in the area has almost subsided.
The Golden Knights, the Heavenly Knights, and the Eastern Knights had all returned, the Central Knights led by Helena were steadily surrounding us from a distance, and the remaining allies of Marcus were looking to see who was holding their leader.
Marcus's adjutant looked back and forth between me and my lord with a world-lost expression.
I said, secretly applauding his loyalty for not running away even after seeing this sight.
“There will be a boy with white hair and red eyes in the Nibelungen. Bring him to me.”
The adjutant asked hesitantly.
“Then will you spare His Majesty’s life?”
Of course, I nodded.
I went through all this trouble to capture him, but I never dreamed of killing him.
No, if someone came out saying they were going to kill me, I would have to protect them.
Marcus's adjutant entered the strange airship that had finally survived an attack by a school of eastern sharks that had come ashore, and came out moments later carrying a boy who had a sack over his face and was bound in magic handcuffs.
“Here it is.”
I lifted the bag and looked at the boy's face, and I could definitely feel the old energy coming from him.
Because I suspected that maybe they had done something magical.
“Yeah. That’s for sure.”
“Then now-”.
The adjutant gave me a look as if he had something in store for me.
His eyes were focused on Marcus, who I was holding in my right hand.
“I'll go in and take a look.”
A crack appeared on the adjutant's face as he struck the player.
He had an expression on his face as if to say, "What the heck are you talking about?"
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I said I would save you, I never said I would give it back, did I?”
Honestly, that's bullshit.
But even dogshit gains strength when the Grand Duke talks about it.
It wasn't a misunderstanding from the beginning.
Because I hate lying.
……maybe.
"under?"
The adjutant raised one hand in triumph.
Behind him, the tents that had not been hit by the explosion remained, where loyal elite soldiers were gnashing their teeth at the series of events.
Chuck, chuck, chuck, chuck.
They all wore brown armor decorated with silver and iron, and inside they contained magical tools shaped like muscle structures, which effectively increased the wearer's strength.
He had a pistol on his waist, a gauntlet in his left hand engraved with attack spells like a mechanical knight, and a magic sword in his right hand.
At first glance, there seemed to be about thirty of them, and I had two loads to protect.
This might be a bit difficult.
But at that moment, as I was gritting my teeth and thinking about it.
Phew!
A familiar gunshot sound was heard from the sky.
“Lord Valen!”
"majesty!"
Rudy? Sir Tentia?
I raised my head urgently.
A dark red wyvern was flying high above the scattering ash.
Sir Tentia was riding a wyvern, wearing a platinum helmet and waving a red ribbon, with Rudy sitting behind him.
She had green eyes and wore square glasses, and she was smiling brightly against the blue sky.
Rudy grabbed Sir Tentia's waist with one hand and tilted his body downward, while he aimed the pistol with the other hand and pulled the trigger.
"oh my god."
It was an acrobatic feat that elicited exclamations of admiration.
Phew!
The twin guns of Kaspar and Marcus spewed fire, and Marcus's adjutant threw himself to the ground in shock.
“Shoot, shoot!”
Some pulled the triggers of their guns at me, most at Rudy and Sir Tentia.
Even from what I could see, Sir Tentia performed an amazing aerobatic maneuver and dodged the magic bullet by soaring high, while Rudy showed off his amazing skills in the process.
“What a fake!”
With an unusually firm voice, she lightly disengaged the pistol, loaded it with two bullets, and spun it around to reload.
A red light flashed in his green eyes behind his square glasses.
Phew!
Kaspar fired his shotgun.
“Ahhhh!”
“Huh!”
The elite soldiers of the Instrumentum screamed and rolled on the floor.
Their armor was also of high quality, and while their power was sufficient to bring them from the sky, none of them died, but it was enough to temporarily incapacitate them.
Taking advantage of the gap, I ran towards the gate, and Rudy and Sir Tentia lowered their altitude, jumped down from the wyvern, and ran towards me.
"majesty!"
Sir Tentia shouted in an urgent voice.
I laughed so hard I thought I might faint.
“You came just in time. Sir.”