The Northern Grand Duke’s Crazy Son-in-Law Chapter 60

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“Where have you been?”

Gilbutton asked in a slightly excited voice. Steam was rising through the thick armor.

It was dawn and the sun was rising, and he was training so hard. He was truly a great knight.

“I went for a walk at night.”

“What kind of walk do you take all night?”

“You’re interested in me. I have a woman to marry. Even if that weren’t the case, I’d hate men.”

As Galahad spoke firmly, Gilverton tilted his head.

I went inside, leaving Gilbutton with a blank expression on his face.

The captain of the 5th battalion was sitting there as if it was a given. Galahad sat across from him and gave a brief explanation of the situation.

Roughly speaking, he explained that the Black Magic Society had transformed into a gathering of stone miners.

“Okay. Then I will deploy more troops to the magic stone field.”

Mark was quick-witted for a northerner.

At that moment, a loud scream was heard from outside. Then the door opened roughly and Gilbutton came in.

“shit!”

Mark’s eyes widened at Gilverton’s rough appearance. Gilverton nodded to Mark and spoke to Galahad again.

“I like that girl!”

“What a lecher.”

“······yes?”

“Captain Mark, Sir Gilbert is very fond of women.”

“Sir Gilbert, how is Lumian? He’s been getting more and more nervous lately.”

“Oh, good. We will unite as a blood alliance. Sir Gilverton.”

“That··· Lumian is a bit······.”

“Wow, there are a lot of things that are hidden despite being ugly.”

Galahad smiled broadly at Gilbert’s crumpled face and put a cigarette in his mouth.

“I’m not ugly.”

“No, you’re definitely ugly. It’s fortunate that you’re a favorite, but you’re still ugly.”

“I agree.”

“Your ugliness has been confirmed by the majority.”

“Yes? What is notarization?”

Galahad swept the tobacco and Mark sorted out the papers. After a while, Gilverton opened his mouth urgently.

“No, but isn’t Lumian just too sharp-tempered? And she has freckles······.”

Gilbert started rambling on and on about why he didn’t like Lumian.

“Sir Gilbert.”

“And there’s more. And the eyes are so fierce….”

“Sir Gilbert?”

“Why do you keep calling? There’s still more left.”

Galahad clicked his tongue slightly at Gilbutton’s confident answer.

“When Captain Mark sits, his aide Lumian is usually nearby.”

“yes?”

Gilbutton turned his head.

There was Lumian, who had a sharper look in his eyes than Gilbert had described. Gilbert’s face turned pale.

“I don’t like Sir Gilbert either. He’s ugly.”

“Three out of four agreed.”

Gilbert tried to make excuses, but Lumian left first.

At that, Gilbutton shut his mouth tightly.

“The reaction wasn’t bad, was it?”

“I see. Didn’t Lumian swear?”

“Oh, Sir Gilbert, what a sinful man you are.”

Let’s poke the button while talking to Mark.

Gilbutton opened his mouth cautiously.

“······Is that true?”

“You were born to be a knight.”

Mark nodded at Galahad’s words.

At that moment, a fragrant smell wafted from somewhere. Galahad shook out the tobacco and stood up.

As we climbed up, we saw Tom stirring the pot vigorously. Next to him, Gwen was sweating profusely and spitting out fire.

“Oh, you’re here. It’s almost finished.”

“Boooooooo!”

“Gwen, once you memorize the spell, you don’t have to memorize it again.”

“This way I can concentrate better!”

Galahad nodded at Gwen’s answer.

The path of magic was different for each wizard. There were tens of thousands of paths.

Galahad was convinced that his methods were the right ones, but he didn’t bother to point them out.

Because that kind of stubbornness was proof that he was becoming a wizard.

After a while, Tom took out the pot of stew he had finished making and poured it into a bowl.

“Put two more in. There are some hard-working people down there.”

“Oh, I prepared it.”

Galahad ordered Gilverton to bring the stew downstairs.

Gilbutton, who had lightly touched his hair, went downstairs with a strange expression on his face and picked up the dishes.

Tom, having finished distributing the food, put down the remaining pot. Then Damian suddenly poked his head into the pot.

As Galahad clicked his tongue, Damian raised his head again.

“You have to use a spoon.”

“It’s uncomfortable.”

“Oh.”

Damien ate the pot with a spoon.

The stew was, as always, exquisite. Galahad was truly impressed.

Tom, seeing that Galahad’s coat was torn, got up and said he would make a new one.

Galahad nodded in satisfaction at Tom, who ate and slept the least and worked the most.

“You say you’re hungry too?”

“Who said that?”

“there-.”

Gwen pointed to Galahad’s chest.

“You speak more fluently than before?!”

“Is that so? What did you say?”

“That······. What? A secret? It’s a secret!”

Galahad squinted his eyes at Gwen, who covered her mouth in surprise.

“It is an order.”

“Order!”

“Disobeying orders is punishable by death and pay cuts.”

“······Pay cut! I’ll tell you!”

Gwen’s expression hardened. Gwen’s face became serious and she spoke quietly.

“Huhhu······. With this much power, I’m scared too.”

Thump! Thump! Thump!

It was quite a grand statement for Al, who was now a junior, to make.

Thump! Thump!

Maybe it was because he met Gwen, who he could talk to, but his heart kept pounding.

“We are invincible. Together-.”

“Okay, you can stop.”

“Ah! Yes! That’s disappointing!”

“Tell him to be quiet.”

“Quiet!”

Tom came back towards the end of the meal, carrying a sleek black coat.

The quality and shape were better than the last one. It seemed to be made from the skin of a giant monster caught by the 7th Battalion.

In the midst of all that chaos, he managed to collect the leather-. Galahad exclaimed quietly in admiration.

“Because it wasn’t very effective at dissipating heat, I added dog skin to the inside.”

“Good.”

Galahad took off his rag-like coat. Tom put it on him like a tailor.

“It would be better if you just paid attention to the neck area and sleeve finishing.”

“Oh, is that so? Is there anything else that feels uncomfortable?”

Instead, Galahad told Tom what to fix as he asked more questions. Tom wrote it down carefully.

Gilbert, who returned late, emptied the stew as if he was drinking it.

When Gilbert finished his meal, Galahad stood up from his seat.

“Everyone, get ready. Next up is the 6th Battalion. We will continue checking the holes in the wires that His Highness the Grand Duke gave us.”

“Yes! I’m ready!”

As always, Tom answered cheerfully.

“Didn’t you just come in?”

Gilbert looked at Galahad with a strange look and asked.

“It did.”

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

“It’s okay, I usually have trouble sleeping.”

Gilverton winced at Galahad’s answer.

There was silence for a moment. Galahad thought about what he had to do.

Starting with the Proxel family, to the high-ranking demons, the Dawn, and Adrianna – they were all piled up.

At that moment, Gilbert’s mouth opened.

“The captain seems to be being chased by something.”

Gilbert said bluntly.

A variety of voices came to mind at that familiar question.

[They say there is no king of the demon tribe.]

[Why are you in such a hurry?]

[It’s a strange obsession.]

It was a story I heard often.

No matter what Galahad said, no one understood the king of the demons.

Everyone denied the king of the demon tribe.

He stupidly babbled that such a thing did not exist.

However, just because everyone denies it doesn’t mean the truth becomes a lie.

Galahad was convinced that he was right.

“Being chased? I’m being chased. That’s stupid.”

Galahad clicked his tongue slightly at Gilverton’s sullen face. His voice came out sharp without him knowing it.

However, I didn’t bother explaining it because you probably wouldn’t understand it anyway.

Just then Tom came out.

“Let’s go.”

Galahad said, biting a tobacco stick in his mouth.

At that moment, the window shattered violently. Gilbert quickly drew his sword.

What came in was a red hawk.

No, is it a monster?

“This is His Highness the Grand Duke’s falcon.”

Even without Gilbert’s explanation, I could tell it was the Archduke’s.

If not the Archduke, who would raise a falcon that is no different from that monster?

He dropped the paper as if he was throwing it and disappeared.

Damian picked him up and handed him to Galahad.

“Thank you, Damien.”

Galahad studied the paper quietly.

“hmm.”

Galahad let out a small sigh.

at that time-.

Gilbert saw Galahad’s smileless face for the first time.

That face was really cold.

****

‘Why is the blood of the demon tribe······.’

Adrianna’s aide Lunavirn squinted as she looked at the stacked water canteens.

The blood of the demons smelled so bad that it was difficult to compare it to human blood.

It’s a little better if you put it in a water bottle and seal it, but I still don’t understand why they collect the blood of the demons.

It was Adrianna’s order.

‘A request from Special Forces Captain Galahad-.’

Lunavirn stuck out her tongue at the story of drinking the blood of the demons.

The wizard race was incomprehensible.

At first I thought it was just a guy who would disappear quickly.

But the bastard didn’t disappear, but rather achieved great things.

Even within the 1st Battalion, there were good rumors going around about him.

I couldn’t ignore it any longer.

There-,

‘Adrianna has become strangely bright.’

Lunavirn glanced at Adrianna, who was checking the number of water bottles.

Although her face was still indifferent, Lunavirn, who had served Adrianna for a long time, could tell the change.

Previously, Adrianna was only obsessed with the Demon Clan and had no interest in anything else.

It was a huge change for Adrianna to be interested in anything even a little different.

Change wasn’t always good.

Lunavirn thought of Galahad.

Anyone who saw him was sure that he was a noble man. He was a handsome man who always had confidence and composure in his actions, and he looked very experienced.

Adrianna was a hero of the North, but she was pure in love. Because of her nature of burning mana, Adrianna was not only awkward in love, but also in relationships with others.

Innocent Adrianna could have been taken advantage of by him.

Of course, that won’t happen-.

At that moment, a white eagle flew in and landed on Adrianna’s shoulder. Adrianna carefully unfolded the paper caught on the eagle’s leg.

Adrianna looked at the letter absentmindedly. Lunavirn watched her quietly.

I don’t know why, but it took quite a long time to read.

Adrianna, who had been looking at the paper for a while, looked at Lunavirn.

Whenever she saw Luna Birn, Adrianna’s face would relax just a little bit. It was Luna Birn’s greatest pride.

But now Adrianna’s face was more serious than ever.

It was clear that something big had happened.

Had the 2nd Battalion’s frontline collapsed? Or were the Empire’s men advancing? Various concerns crossed Lunavirn’s mind.

At that moment, Adriana’s mouth opened.

“Am I cute?”

Lunavirn’s thoughts stopped at Adrianna’s serious question.

Adrianna asks with a serious face if she is cute.

It would have been a more realistic story to have them invade from the empire.

More than anything-.

Adriana’s serious question seemed a little cute.

However, I couldn’t dare say that it was cute.

“You are not cute at all. Lady Adriana is noble, gorgeous, and beautiful.”

“I guess this is a joke. This-.”

Adrianna’s eyebrows wiggled slightly up and down.

At that moment, a huge red bird flew in. It was more like a monster than a bird. It was the Archduke’s falcon.

A red bird sat on Adrianna’s opposite shoulder. The hawks looked at each other and cried.

Adrianna unrolled the thick piece of paper on the red hawk’s leg.

Adrianna’s face hardened more than before.

“Is there a problem?”

“The Imperial Princess requested a friendly duel. His Highness the Grand Duke accepted it.”

······Friendship exchange?

Long ago, duels were used to bond with each other, but now it was a lost tradition.

Even ties with the Empire were severed long ago.

Why are you suddenly bringing up such a long-standing tradition now?

“His Highness the Grand Duke has appointed me as the commander of the 2nd Battalion and the commander of the Special Forces Unit. We will depart immediately.”

The lineup for that duel was somewhat odd.

Adrianna and the 2nd Battalion Captain could understand.

Because they were both powerful figures in the North.

however-.

‘···Why the special forces captain?’

“Let’s go to the 7th Battalion first. Let’s meet up with Captain Galahad.”

“Why, the Special Forces Commander… Ah, is it an order from His Majesty the Grand Duke?”

Adrianna didn’t answer.

‘Princess? Princess all of a sudden-.’

It was such a random name.

****

Princess Lucienne was a brilliant person.

In a situation where survival was impossible, Lucienne not only survived, but also rose through the ranks.

Her knight, Devan, knew that her survival was not simply due to her cleverness.

‘Galahad-.’

If Lucienne was the most beautiful woman Devan had ever seen, Galahad was the most talented.

He was competent. No other explanation is needed.

He splendidly protected Lucienne, who was hanging on the edge of a cliff in the imperial palace where several people were dying silently every day.

As if that wasn’t enough, he was also promoted to the position of successor.

I thought anything was possible with him.

Until that happened-.

Galahad disappeared without a word, just as he had when he first came.

The next story I heard was ‘Marrying the Northern Grand Duke’s Daughter’.

Neither Devando nor the princess believed it.

He was not a man who could afford to marry anyone.

It was Galahad who had rejected the princess’s seduction. Devan was certain that he was a eunuch.

Anyway, I suddenly heard that rumor.

At first, I naturally thought of it as a mission.

But the rumors continued.

The princess made an excuse to meet Galahad.

However, the princess’s fiancé, the prince of the Alliance of Kingdoms, had recently died, and rumors were going around that he had been poisoned.

In this situation, emptying the imperial palace was a very difficult and fatal task.

Then the princess came up with a brilliant excuse.

It was a friendly duel between the Grand Duke and the Duke.

oh my god-.

Devan squeezed his eyes shut.

Friendship with the Archduke will certainly be of great help.

The problem was that the method was a duel.

The princess proposed a three-round match. There had to be a loser and a winner.

The princess was already in danger. If she lost the duel, she would be left with something to squash.

Even if they won, it was a problem. The Archduke’s antipathy toward the Empire was well known.

It was clear that they would not let the victors go alive.

It was a proposition that would have fatal consequences, whether they won or lost.

There was one reason why the princess made that move.

‘You must have believed in Galahad.’

The princess thought that Galahad went to the North for her own good.

Devan’s thoughts were a little different, but he was a knight, not a staff sergeant.

At that moment, the curtain was lifted. The princess came out.

Her large, blood-red eyes looked like jewels carefully carved by a craftsman, and her long hair, which went past her waist, seemed softer than fine silk.

There is a reason why there are rumors that the reason it survived in the imperial palace is because it is the most beautiful flower.

“Are you ready?”

She asked, the corners of her lips turning red.

It was a smile like a splendid flower in full bloom.

There was no blemish on his conduct, smile, or actions.

However, Devan knew.

The most beautiful roses have the sharpest thorns.

“Yes, as expected, Sir Paul Verian received the offer. However, the Twilight Tower Lord has declined. This is because the research is not yet complete.”

“okay?”

Gulp-. Devan swallowed dry saliva.

“Instead, the senior wizard Bunch of the White Tower expressed his intention to participate. He is Galahad’s senior at the Academy, and he boasted of his victory, saying that Galahad had taught him.”

“Yeah. Since we’re going to split up anyway-.”

Lucienne rolled the word ‘Galahad’ around in her mouth.

It’s like eating candy-.

After a while, Lucienne asked as if she had remembered.

“Lord Devan.”

“yes.”

“How do I look?”

Lucienne asked with a bright smile.

The Princess’ Question – It was a famous story in the imperial palace.

If he wasn’t blind, he would have naturally answered her question by saying that she was pretty.

However, as always, there were crazy people.

There were three who answered no to her question.

All three died.

Of course, there was one more person who said no. He is alive and well, but that was a lie.

“You are the most beautiful in the world.”

Devan’s answer was sincere.

There could be no one more beautiful than her.

The princess smiled brightly.

For a moment, I felt as if I was smelling the scent of flowers.

“Thank goodness. I was worried because I couldn’t sleep.”

At that whisper, Devan simply lowered his head.

“Oh, did you pack your gift well?”

Devan nodded at the sudden formality.

“yes.”

“Open it.”

Devan opened the box carefully.

Inside the small box were clean, wiped fingers.

It was the finger of the prince sought by the Kingdom Union.

There was a large ring on that finger.

“I bet he’ll like it?”

Devan could only nod his head at the princess’s question.

The princess smiled so brightly.

It was a pure smile, unadorned and different from before.

End

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