Playing the Perfect Fox-Eyed Villain Chapter 234

Episode 234. Even the Elders Must Die (1)

Right cry part.

Although he is older now, it is clear that he was once a skilled prosecutor.

He still had such a strong spirit that he was confident that he could win even if he fought against an ordinary knight, so he wouldn't die even if he served in the North.

In the first place, it's not my concern whether you die or not.

'Why did it turn out like this… … That's what's important.'

Orne is someone who has a close connection to the 'Noble Council'. And the current Noble Council is comprised of many members of the 'New Dawn Society'.

It also occurred to me that a majority of the members of the National Assembly could be from the 'New Dawn Society'.

'so…….'

It's scarier.

What on earth is going on in the 'Aristocrats' Parliament' that is leading to talk of sending the right wing to the front lines?

“Do you know anything about how that came about?”

I turned my gaze to Lazrot, who was reporting. He hesitated for a moment about what to say, then opened his mouth.

“I’m not sure why, but I think it has something to do with when Lord Orn served in North Pool.”

When you were serving in North Pool?

'It seems to be true that members of the former Cryphat family served in the North Pool for half a year.'

'Yurien' also had experience serving in the North. Perhaps, it was to revive the past discipline and somehow shake off the tumor called 'Yurien'.

In a short period of time, Yurian returned with merits and a reputation as the 'Devil of the North'.

“But isn’t that an old story?”

I became curious.

Why do we cling to those old rules?

“Yes, but…….”

but?

“Even in the past, the problem is a problem. Many of the believers assigned to the noble council are questioning the service record of the right-wing lord.”

“The believers……?”

"yes."

Lazrot nodded.

“Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that Sir Colparan and Sir Pintel, who were both Bishops, have taken the position of Arch Bishop.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

Lazrot tilted his head in confusion at my question. Seeing the doubt in his turquoise eyes made me want to ask back.

“Now that they too have the possibility of becoming Arch Bishops……?”

possibility?

The moment I heard that, I thought to myself, "Oh no."

'iced coffee…….'

Possibility is truly an easy medium to stimulate human desire. If it is a mountain that cannot be overcome, we do not even look at it, but if there is even a little possibility, we step forward without realizing it.

'I saw potential in Pintel and Colparan becoming Arch Bishop.'

That is, I unknowingly fueled their desires.

'So that's why the members of the sect belonging to the noble council are going wild.'

These crazy guys!

Anyway, he was so obsessed with power that he was desperate to look good!

Now that I have abolished the position of Patriarch, this wild rage that is shaking like a firework will gradually subside if I do nothing.

'The problem is that if Orne is driven north, the royal family will question the noble council.'

If that happens, wouldn't the audit begin? In that case, the 'religious members' within the group will also be identified.

“Did the right-hand man want to talk to me?”

“Yes, Sir Yurian has given us permission to come to his mansion.”

“Who gives permission on their own?”

The sooner the 'right' agenda is dealt with, the better, but at times like these, the hierarchy must be clear.

“Tell the right-hand man.”

I guess he still thinks he's an old man.

“If you want to talk, come to me in person without an escort.”

***

“Are you saying that Lord Yurian himself summoned the right-hand man?”

After finishing his conversation with Yurian in the 'Closed Eyes' building, Lazrot headed straight to the training center.

There, after the previous incident, Fern had returned and was wiping off the sweat from his training.

"yes."

“Haha, that would have been unthinkable in the past. If the Lord Orun called Sir Yurian, he would have called him, but I couldn’t have imagined the opposite.”

Fern hesitated for a moment, then shook his head from side to side.

“No, that’s something I couldn’t even think of in the past. The current Lord Yurian is so different from the past.”

“Are you feeling well, Sir Fern?”

Lazrot asked about Fern's physical condition. The wound from Yurian's previous stabbing had completely healed, but it could not be said that he was in perfect condition.

Of course, the 'Magi' that had been inflicted on him by 'Tenelon' still remained in his body like remnants, eating away at his mana blood.

“It’s okay. I just came back from the Mana Rehabilitation Center today.”

“Then you can join my training.”

When Lazrot spoke in a blunt tone, Fern stuck out his tongue in bewilderment.

“You said you were going to do it again today after you were so stuck on the floor yesterday?”

At Fern's words, Lazrot grabbed one of the wooden swords hanging on the wall. Then, he handed the remaining one to Fern.

“That’s why I have to learn today too. I mean, to avoid getting stuck in the ground.”

“Haha, that bastard has already become a knight.”

After saying that, Fern picked up the wooden sword that Lazrot had handed him and aimed it at him.

“Come to think of it, I think it would be best to ask Lord Zahat to teach you how to use the sword.”

Zahat.

When that name was mentioned, Lazrot looked slightly embarrassed.

“Since Lord Zahat has experience teaching soldiers in the North, I think he can teach you in much more detail than someone like me.”

“I asked for a favor before, but I was rejected.”

“Rejection? Why?”

“……I also know the detailed reason.”

“Well, I guess he has his own circumstances.”

As he said that, Fern spun his wooden sword around and aimed it at Lazrot.

“I hope I get hit less today than yesterday.”

Lazrot answered Fern's words.

“I sincerely think so too.”

***

Kkudangtang──!

With a loud crash, Lazrot fell to the floor.

Even though he was an apprentice, he was a member of the 'Closed Eyes'. He was barely able to use the falling technique, so he wasn't injured, but it was inevitable that he would feel exhausted.

“It’s much better than yesterday. I think you have some sense.”

“Is that… something a person who can knock someone down with one hand would say?”

“That’s what I mean. Don’t put knights on the level of ordinary people. We’re just guys who eat and swing swords. Well, I’m not a knight right now, though.”

I know.

How strong are the people called 'Knights'.

Even without using mana, they are superhumans who have surpassed the human category through endless training. They are called 'knights' in the empire.

“But, it’s not an empty promise to say that you have sense. Besides, your physical strength is much better than that of your peers.”

As Fern said, Lazrot was confident in his physical strength.

Although it wasn't my intention, I always had to do physical labor to do my job.

“You should be exhausted by now, but you still look healthy.”

“……I haven’t even hit Sir Fern once.”

“That actually makes me angry. You have to consider the difference in level.”

Fern lowered his hand and placed it on his shin.

“This is your level.”

After that, raise your hands to your abdomen and say:

“This is my level.”

Lazrot knew that there was a difference in class, but Fern's actions almost made him laugh.

“Then how much is Sir Yurian?”

Suddenly, out of curiosity, I asked. Fern clicked his tongue once and tapped my shoulder with his hand.

“Shoulders… something like that?”

"no."

Fern shook his head from side to side and pointed at Lazrot.

“If you climb up here and stretch your hands upwards, that’s the Yurian view.”

“Poohaha!”

This time, finally, laughter erupted.

After chatting and recovering his stamina, Lazrot stood up from his seat.

“Will you do it again?”

“No, I have something to do today.”

“Schedule… Ah, it’s something related to the right course.”

Lazrot nodded at Fern's words.

“I hope nothing bad happened. Your Majesty the King has a fiery temper.”

“I wish I could do that too.”

Lazrot hung his wooden sword on the wall, thanked Fern, and then walked out of the training camp.

“Lazrot.”

When Fern called from behind, Lazrot turned around and met his gaze.

“I’m sorry about what happened the other day.”

At first he didn't know what he was talking about, but Lazrot soon understood.

“I mean, strangling him.”

“I feel more sorry. Because I was also deceiving Sir Fern.”

“Yeah, you need to apologize for that.”

After receiving a playful reply, Lazrot bowed once more and left the room.

***

A muscular and solid body for his age. And Orn, with his sharp eyes and white hair and an air of spirit that didn't match his usual gloomy mood, let out a sigh.

'I can't believe this day has come.'

It has been nearly ten years since I began serving as Chairman of the House of Lords.

All the nobles looked up to him, and it was not difficult for the knights belonging to the imperial family to use the power of the 'Cryphat Family'.

Even as the head of a noble family, he was able to bring along a large number of connections.

'It is possible that he was removed from the chairmanship.'

I knew from the beginning that I would never be able to serve as the Speaker of the House of Lords for the rest of my life.

This Congress is also questioning his past service record and trying to use that as an excuse to punish him.

'That's not the problem.'

Although it is called a toothless tiger, it does not mean that all of its teeth have fallen out.

He still had the strength to bite, and he could even use his own hands to make useless resolutions disappear.

'It's slowly falling… … that's the problem.'

There are no ten-day red flowers.

What once becomes holy soon fades away.

It was something he knew, but he couldn't accept that he was slowly going downhill.

“First, let’s try to persuade the other nobles to prevent the parliament’s resolution from passing.”

“That’s right, Sir Orn! Among the knights belonging to the council, there are many who are close to me!”

“It’s definitely a storm that will pass quickly. If we can just avoid this…….”

Words from those close to him.

Even while listening to them, Oren did not respond at all.

“Your Majesty, Yurian has sent someone.”

The butler approached Orn, who was lost in thought, and whispered quietly.

When Orin nodded without answering, the butler bowed politely and moved on.

Not long after, a boy entered the room where his entourage and right-hand man were.

An apprentice belonging to 'Closed Eyes'.

He is a black-haired boy whom I encountered while visiting the secretary's office.

“My name is Lazrot. I have come to tell you the story of Orun Kyung and Yurian.”

As expected. The moment I heard that he was affiliated with 'Closed Eyes', I could easily guess that he was related to Yurian.

“Speak.”

"yes."

Lazrot nodded once, then opened his mouth.

“Now is not the time for me to come, but the time for the Lord to come. He said that if we make an appointment, we might be able to have a conversation.”

"what!"

One of the aides who heard Lazrot's words could not contain his anger and stood up from his seat.

The aide approached Lazrot in a languid manner, far removed from martial arts, grabbed his shoulders, and began shaking him roughly.

“Tell me again!

Kkudangtang──!

Lazrot twisted the hand of his aide who had grabbed his shoulder once and then slammed him to the ground.

Even though there were quite a few gazes on him, his turquoise eyes remained unwavering.

A strong trust in 'someone' who protects you. I could feel it in your eyes.