The Northern Grand Duke’s Crazy Son-in-Law Chapter 26

26. Invitation

“ha ha ha-.”

Mark didn’t get angry, he just laughed.

Galahad also laughed.

The laughter soon died down. Galahad laughed a little more.

“Are you telling me to come under the special forces?”

Mark’s words became short. His tone was nervous.

On the contrary, Galahad smiled leisurely.

“Should I just tell you to come in? There are conditions.”

“say it.”

“The Black Magic Society is trying to break down the front line.”

“why-.”

A question like the last word burst out.

It was a reasonable question. They were people who attached themselves to the lineage, received the blood of the demon tribe, and accumulated wealth by mining magic stones.

How could you possibly expect those guys to want to bring down the front line?

However, the wizarding tribe always moved in unpredictable ways.

“There are also traces of a monster trainer.”

Mark held his breath for a moment at the words that followed. Soon, his expression returned and he nodded as if telling her to continue.

“I’ll take care of that part.”

“That part?”

“The Magic Stone Factory and the Black Magic Academy. You can’t give up on the Magic Stone Factory anyway, right?”

Mark’s eyes narrowed. It seemed as if he was trying to discern the truth.

Galahad took a deep breath of the tobacco in a strange tension. His mana returned quickly.

“How do you plan on taking charge of it?”

“Aren’t I a classmate of Corton’s?”

“You don’t seem that friendly.”

Galahad laughed instead of answering.

“The alumni of the academy are quite close. We have been asking each other for favors. You won’t cause trouble for the time being. It’s my favor.”

Galahad took out the magic stone he had been keeping. It was the highest quality magic stone he had received as a gift from Corton.

Mark let out a sigh as he saw him.

“That’s true.”

“I don’t lie.”

“What did Corton ask you?”

“······It’s a secret.”

Galahad answered with a small cough.

Mark’s eyes grew suspicious, but he couldn’t reveal the identity of the request.

“Are you volunteering to be a spy?”

“Similar.”

“What do you want?”

“Didn’t I tell you? Come under me.”

“Wasn’t that a joke?”

“I have a great sense of humor. If it was a joke, you would have known.”

Thump, Mark’s fingers stopped. Mark’s shoulders moved ever so slightly. The table stretched out.

Galahad immediately snapped his fingers together. A translucent shield appeared in front of Galahad.

Suddenly, Mark was holding a spear in his hand. It was a sharp spear with ornate decorations engraved on it.

Mark’s spear easily tore through Galahad’s shield. It was a good spear.

“Is it a tradition in the North to immediately bring in weapons?”

Galahad clicked his tongue as he looked at the spear that had stopped right in front of him.

“I’ve never seen magic like this before.”

Mark looked at the sharp ice pick pointed at his neck and admired it.

The results were the same for both, but Mark’s window was a little faster.

This was all that was possible because Galahad simultaneously cast an ice pick with his left hand and a shield with his right hand.

‘I guess I should keep some more distance.’

It was a distance I gave because I was sure Mark wouldn’t stab me.

However, Mark’s skills were real.

It was also unexpected that the weapon was a spear.

‘The captain-.’

That’s funny, Galahad’s lips went up.

“I can kill them all right now.”

Mark’s tone became formal again. Galahad nodded with a small smile.

“But they’re hiding pretty well. They’ll run away before you kill them all.”

“I guess so. Those bug-like guys.”

Mark’s window disappeared in an instant. Mark was tapping his fingers on the table as if nothing had happened.

It was a ghostly skill. Galahad was secretly grateful to Mark for showing off his skills.

Thanks to this, there will never again be a situation where Mark’s spear threatens Galahad.

“Good. However, going down is not right. The difference in scale is so great that it would be seen as strange.”

“That makes sense.”

“Let’s make it an alliance.”

“What a fox!” Galahad stuck out his tongue.

Going into an alliance meant tying ourselves together. So that we wouldn’t betray each other.

There was nothing bad.

What Galahad originally aimed for was an alliance.

As his problems became Galahad’s, Galahad’s problems became his.

I don’t know about Mark, but Galahad’s problems were far bigger than Mark’s.

It was a profitable business.

“You’ll be coming in sometime, so wouldn’t it be better to come in quickly? If you come in now, you’ll be treated better since you’re a new guest.”

“it’s okay.”

Mark held out his hand in a flat refusal. It was a calloused hand that didn’t match his appearance.

Galahad took hold of it lightly.

“Your hands are rough. Did you use a sword?”

“I did a lot of different things.”

I tried adding mana, but it didn’t really help.

Aura could not be detected by mana.

At that moment, the door opened roughly. Lumian, who had come in hastily, stopped at the sight of the two holding hands.

He released his clasped hands. Galahad wiped his hands on his coat and lit a cigarette.

“What’s going on?”

At Mark’s question, Lumian glanced at Galahad. Galahad waved his hand leisurely.

“Don’t worry. We’re allies.”

“······An alliance?”

“It’s okay, just tell me.”

As Mark nodded, Lumian, who had hesitated for a moment, opened his mouth.

“The 4th Platoon has disappeared.”

The company disappeared-. It disappeared without being attacked?

“Tell me more.”

When Galahad asked, Mark looked at him with a look that seemed to ask, “What is Lumian?”

“Tell me.”

“I lost contact while returning from border duty.”

‘There was no branch manager-.’

I had a feeling that there might be a connection between the missing company and the branch manager who wasn’t there.

“Return everyone except the minimum personnel to search. What about the unit commander?”

“I’m waiting downstairs. Oh, and there’s a chance that I’m missing you under the pretext of training.”

“We’ll find out and then hold him accountable. Just find him. Tell the deputy commander to take him there himself.”

Mark quickly gave orders.

Galahad raised his hand.

“We’ll help too. What do you mean by a good alliance?”

“······Lumian, tell the captain.”

Lumian opened his eyes wide and looked at Mark.

Mark nodded lightly.

“Oh, leave the space empty. I can use it right away.”

As Galahad left, Lumian looked at Mark and asked.

“Get out of the way. What does that mean?”

“Oh, they decided to give the third floor to the special forces.”

“······Huh? Have you been drinking?”

“I quit drinking a long time ago.”

“Then why did you do such a crazy thing?”

Mark clicked his tongue slightly at Lumian’s rough question.

Galahad’s proposal was reasonable, but it was not absolutely necessary.

Even without that, Mark could have overcome it.

But the reason I received the offer was-.

“You were laughing.”

Galahad laughed even though the spear was pointed at his throat.

There was only one person who smiled in front of Mark’s window.

[Aiming a spear at the Archduke’s neck. How funny.]

“Come to think of it, he was the Archduke’s son-in-law. Should I have gone down? He said he would treat me well-.”

“Captain Mark!”

****

Gilbert didn’t like Damien very much, because he didn’t like his attitude toward the sword.

Dragging a sword covered in blood on the ground without even putting it back in its scabbard – it was nothing short of a nightmare for Gilverton, the knight.

Gilbutton, who was frustrated with that, said he would clean it first.

“Wipe your sword? Why?”

“When the blade of a sword becomes dull, its sharpness decreases. A sword is no different from a lover, but do you like a dirty lover?”

“My brother said that Mr. Gilbutton was dirty.”

Gilbutton coughed softly. That human was talking nonsense to the kid.

“Watch carefully, I’ll tell you.”

Gilbert slowly cleaned Damien’s sword. It wasn’t easy because there was so much blood stuck to it.

“Gwen, can you give me a light?”

“Yes! Fire, fire, fire!”

As Gwen’s fire ignited the sword, impurities fell off. Gilverton slowly sharpened the sword on the whetstone.

“When sharpening a sword, don’t try to sharpen it all at once. Slowly sharpen each section. Be balanced and slow.”

As the filthy things fell, the day gradually revealed itself. Steam rose from Gilbert’s body.

I felt so relieved when all those dirty things that had bothered me every time I saw them fell off.

‘It’s a good sword.’

Although it had a rough appearance, the blade was extremely sharp.

Even though it wasn’t maintained like this, it was in good condition. It was a sword that was too good for a soldier to carry.

“That’s a nice sword. Where did you get it?”

“I found it. Should I give it to you?”

Giving it to me-. I didn’t like that attitude.

“Didn’t you say that the black one is your lover? You must never give it to or lend it to anyone else.”

“I don’t know because I don’t have a lover. Do you have one?”

Gilbert sharpened his sword silently again.

It was as sharp as the claws of a black beast that had just been trimmed.

Gilbert wrapped the sword in a cloth, as it was certain that it would be dragged around on the floor again.

“You are kind.”

“I can’t stand seeing the sword being treated like this. I didn’t do it for you.”

Gilbert said firmly.

Ding ding ding ding-.

At that moment, a loud noise was heard and it became noisy.

As I walked through the barracks, I saw many torches running around in the dark night.

It was clear what had happened. Gilbert turned his sword into a good position to draw it.

“Is there a problem?”

Tom, now armed, asked in a nervous voice.

“It looks like something happened. It doesn’t look like an attack-.”

Gilbert realized that Galahad had not yet returned.

“The captain?”

“He hasn’t arrived yet-.”

Tom looked puzzled. There was something about his expression that seemed uneasy.

Galahad disappears and suddenly the alarm sounds-.

“Did you really just strike the 5th Battalion Commander with lightning?”

“······What do you mean?”

Gilbert was serious. After Hermun, Galahad said that if his opponent was even a little bit cocky, he would strike them with lightning.

Galahad was not a man who would be intimidated by his opponent’s leader.

Gilbert made sure the soldiers were calling out Galahad’s name.

Ding ding ding ding!

The loud bell rang again.

At that moment, Galahad appeared from afar.

Galahad was as leisurely as ever, walking briskly on his long legs, a cigarette in his mouth.

“Oh, you were awake.”

“Is it fried?”

“Fried? What does that mean?”

“Then what is that?”

Gilbert asked, pointing outside to the commotion.

“Oh, I heard the company went missing. That’s good timing, let’s leave right away.”

“Where are you talking about?”

Galahad pointed behind him as he shook off the tobacco.

“A company of the Allied Forces has disappeared. Shouldn’t we help them?”

“Allied forces? Did we have allies?”

“Ah, we’ve formed an alliance with the 5th Battalion.”

Gilbert rolled his eyes and muttered a few sentences.

An alliance with the 5th Battalion? The 5th Battalion was a battalion that did not belong to any faction. How could the 5th Battalion be allied with a special forces unit of five? It didn’t make sense.

In the North, the alliance was not a simple relationship. It was an alliance that meant staying together until the end.

However, the Galahad that Gilbert saw did not lie.

“Why did you suddenly threaten to fry the alliance-?”

“What do you mean you kept frying me? I just aimed the ice pick. Get ready. I’ll tell you more on the way.”

Galahad’s voice was kind, but there was no room for error.

Tom, who had packed his bags, and Gwen, who had packed Damian, nodded.

‘But if it’s an awl, isn’t that a threat?’

Anyway, it seemed fortunate that the result was good.

****

The nights in the North were unusually dark. With the snow thickly covering the ground, it was very easy to get lost.

It was so cold that I felt like my body was slightly freezing every time the wind blew. Fortunately, I had the coat Tom had made for me.

If it weren’t for that, I think I would have used a lot of mana to warm up my body.

‘Missing-.’

Galahad muttered quietly as he looked at the soldiers in front of him.

I had a feeling that there might be a connection between the absent branch manager and the disappearance of a company unit nearby.

At that moment, a figure who appeared to be a knight approached from among the soldiers. He was wearing a coat over his armor, and he was almost as large as an orc.

The man was carrying two large axes on his waist. He seemed to be using them.

“This is Henry, the company commander of the 7th Platoon.”

The man who introduced himself as Henry nodded.

Although it was a bit presumptuous, it was the most gentlemanly greeting Galahad had ever received in the North.

“Sir Gilbert! What an honor to meet you! It is truly a pleasure!”

Henry, who had found Gilbutton, raised his voice and extended his hand. It was as if he had met a celebrity. After that, soldiers and knights continued to search for Gilbutton.

Gilbutton was quite popular.

“I am from the 1st Battalion.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Galahad looked straight ahead, smiling broadly.

Although it was a snowy field at night, the pursuit speed was considerable.

How long did it take like that?

“Something is coming.”

Damien said, unwrapping the cloth wrapped around his sword.

Galahad snapped his fingers, pointing to the sky.

Bright lights rose and exploded like firecrackers. Colorful lights filled the surroundings.

Through the thicket of trees, red-eyed wolves were visible. They were smaller than before. They looked like something between a monster and a wild beast.

“Do monsters usually appear this often?”

“Does this happen often?”

Galahad clicked his tongue slightly at Gilbert’s question.

What on earth is the North like?

Then, another light appeared.

It was Gwen.

“You’re doing well even without me saying anything.”

“lol-.”

Gwen smiled awkwardly, her face glowing with a halo.

They were quite threatening because there were so many of them.

“Wolf meat for dinner!”

Henry raised the axe in both hands and shouted heartily, his breath blowing out in long puffs from his bearded mouth.

Henry ran forward, shouting. Boom boom! Snow fluttered violently with every step. Henry kicked the ground.

Kwung! With a heavy sound, a huge mass rose into the air. Its back bent like a bowstring, its muscles tensed.

The axe was stuck straight into the wolf’s head. Red blood spurted out. Henry opened his mouth and drank the blood that was spurting out.

“It’s dinner-!”

Other soldiers also drew their weapons and ran, cheering.

A fierce fight began, making it difficult to tell whether it was hunting or fighting.

Gilverton, who had drawn his sword, joined in. Gilverton’s sword was filled with a brilliant aura.

Gilverton’s sword lightly cut through the wolf. Blood poured out like a fountain through its hide. The white snow began to turn red.

The soldiers in the North fought really well and foolishly.

There was a man who rode on the back of a monster and grabbed its neck and strangled it, and there was another who put his beak into its shoulder and tried to chop it up.

There’s even a guy who laughs, saying he cut down a wolf with one sword. Ah, that’s Gilbutton.

“Sir Gilbert seems excited.”

“I fight too?”

In response to Damian’s question, Galahad looked at the situation.

“As expected, it’s Sir Gilbert!”

“Follow me.”

Gilbert blended in perfectly with the northern barbarians.

It seemed like no help was needed.

“That’s okay, I guess Sir Gilbert will do our part too.”

Damian wrapped his sword in cloth. Gwen rolled up her sleeves and said she would do it, seeing how sloppy it was. She couldn’t do it anymore.

Finally, Tom sheathed his sword.

Galahad took a bite of the jerky Tom had made.

“The jerky tastes quite good.”

“······This is the first time I’ve had such delicious jerky.”

“Give me more.”

“Damian, eat moderately. Aren’t you working?”

Damian whetted his appetite. Gwen sneaked her share of jerky to Damian. Damian didn’t refuse and swallowed it in one go.

The battle was overwhelming. It would be more appropriate to call it a hunt.

Among them, Gilbutton was the best.

If it were an animal, it would have run away, but because it was a monster, it didn’t run away and just got entangled.

Gilbert dragged a corpse. Gilbert’s bloody face was frozen.

Gilbert placed the body in front of Galahad.

As expected, there was something engraved on the monster’s stomach.

However, the content was different from what Galahad had expected.

‘That’s interesting.’

It was in the shape of a magic circle, but it wasn’t a magic circle.

“Is this a demon tamer’s magic circle?”

“This is a letter. A letter addressed to me.”

“letter?”

Gilbutton looked at it with frowning eyes as if it was nonsense.

“What’s the content?”

“If you want to save the company, you have to come alone.”

Galahad put a cigarette in his mouth. Gwen quickly lit it for him. The scent of lemon wafted through the air. His mind became clearer.

At that moment, cheers of victory erupted from the soldiers behind them. They were bloody men from the North.

They weren’t the kind of people who would obediently follow a threat. How could they lure such people out? How on earth did they do it? Was it magic? Is there such a magic? I was deeply curious.

More than anything-.

‘You’re targeting me.’

The letter was addressed directly to Galahad.

How do you know?

The demon tribe of the Information Agency came to mind. That demon tribe knew Galahad of the Information Agency.

Galahad’s name was not something that could be heard in the northern safe houses. It was clear that the headquarters of the Information Agency had passed on Galahad’s information.

The one who can punish him is···.

‘There are a lot.’

Because I was good at my job, I had many enemies.

I had no choice but to check.

Galahad rose from his seat.

“Where are you going?”

“I got an invitation, so I have to go.”

“···An invitation? It’s a trap.”

“You take the obvious seriously.”

Gilverton winced at Galahad’s blow.

“Why do you go there when you know it’s a trap?”

Galahad took a deep sip of his tobacco and answered.

“Because it’s a trap.”

Gilbert didn’t understand that short answer.

Then Galahad added:

“A hunter is always near a trap.”

Gilbert’s eyes crinkled as he understood the meaning.

“Are you saying that you will fall into the trap yourself to catch the hunter?”

Galahad raised the corners of his mouth as if to say that was the correct answer.

“You’re crazy.”

“You, your speech has become short.”

“I will go with you.”

Gilbert said, adjusting his grip on his sword.

“I appreciate your consideration, but aren’t you Gilbutton? I came alone, but if I take you with me, you’ll run away.”

Galahad was overly rational.

When one’s life is at stake, one would naturally cower or shrink, but Galahad, as always, was calm and collected.

I felt a strange sense of distance.

“Then, are you thinking of going alone?”

“No, I’m thinking of going with Damian. Damian looks like a boy, so they’ll let him go. Damian, will you help me?”

“Yes, bro.”

Damian stood up, raising his sword askew.

“Wouldn’t it be better if I go?”

“It’s okay, Sir Gilbert, you can just relax here. You were on good terms earlier.”

Gilverton had no choice but to step back at the sight of Galahad’s sunken eyes.

“I will take the black one.”

“Don’t call me your lover.”

“That is Sir Gilbert’s personal taste.”

The sight of the two of them disappearing into the darkness while talking to each other.

Gilbert felt inexplicably disappointed.

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