The Northern Grand Duke’s Crazy Son-in-Law Chapter 88

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Galahad arrived late at his lodgings. The lodgings were quiet. Gwen and Damian were gone, probably going up to bed, and Tom was cleaning up.

Galahad sat on a shabby chair, puffing on his cigarette.

The chair creaked and rocked. The surroundings were so quiet that Gwen could be heard snoring upstairs.

Gilverton, sitting across from him, poured a drink into his glass. Gilverton did not offer a glass to Galahad. He emptied his glass and refilled it himself.

[The world is destroyed by the king of the demon tribe.]

Galahad fingered a shabby leather notebook.

“What’s wrong?”

At Gilbert’s question, Galahad raised his head.

Gilbert was looking at Galahad with an ugly fox-like face. Galahad opened his mouth, shaking out his cigarette.

“Sir Gilbert, what would you do if you knew the world was going to end?”

“Why is the world perishing?”

“It’s a family affair.”

Gilbert’s eyes narrowed. He looked deeply troubled.

“I think I’ll just grab a sword or something.”

“That’s quite an answer, Sir Gilbert.”

“Then what will you do, sir?”

“We have to stop it.”

“Can you stop it?”

“Because I am an excellent and capable wizard.”

Galahad raised the corners of his mouth. Gilverton’s eyes narrowed at that.

“By the way, didn’t you say that the mission of the special forces was to prevent the destruction of the continent?”

“That’s right, we will prevent the destruction of the continent.”

“It doesn’t seem like a mission that a unit of six can undertake.”

“They call that a select few.”

“Isn’t it too elite?”

Gilbert grumbled slightly and filled his glass again. He looked quite pleased with himself.

Gilbert had two hobbies: swords and alcohol. A truly knightly hobby.

A little later, Tom, who had gone out to clean up, returned. He was holding a dish with steam rising from it. It seemed like he had cooked again.

“As expected of Tom.”

“It’s nothing special. It’s just stir-fried meat and vegetables.”

Gilbutton grinned and quickly grabbed a handful of food.

“Damian uses a fork too. Tsk.”

“In the North, they originally eat it like this.”

Gilverton answered Galahad’s question confidently. Gilverton ate it while grumbling.

“Aren’t you eating?”

“I just had a meal. I’m fine.”

“yes.”

Tom nodded and took out his instrument. It looked like a guitar, and the sound was quite good. He had improved his skills since last time.

“Tom, if the world were to end, what would you do?”

The performance suddenly stopped. Tom was seriously contemplating. All that could be heard was Gilbert’s squeaking.

“It looks like the special forces will cook a delicious meal that everyone can eat together.”

Tom said with a soft smile.

“Can I switch too? I’ll swing my sword while eating Tom’s cooking.”

A small laugh erupted at Gilbert’s odd answer.

“smell-.”

At that moment, Damien came down from above, his eyes half-closed, as if he was still half asleep. Gwen followed him down.

Tom casually pushed the plate toward Damian. Gwen sat down next to Damian and filled his glass with water. The round table was filled in an instant.

“Are you still hungry after eating all my food?”

Gilbert, who suddenly had his cooking stolen, clicked his tongue as he looked at Damien.

“I didn’t eat much. I was hungry after going to the restaurant.”

“You’re so petty! What kind of a catchphrase is that!”

“Why are you so angry at the kid?”

“No! Didn’t you say it’s small? It’s not small! You idiot!”

“It was a little small.”

“This little brat!”

“Why are you yelling at the kid!”

The atmosphere became lively in an instant.

Galahad chuckled and shook out his cigarette.

“Oh, we were talking about what you would do if the world were to end. What would you do?”

Tom changed the subject. Gilbert exclaimed, “Not a little!” with hot breath.

“Do you want to eat?”

“I want to go out and play with the kids! But why is it suddenly ending? Is the world ending?!”

Gwen’s voice quickly became croaky, like a goat’s voice.

“The captain asked-.”

At Tom’s words, the special forces’ gaze was fixed on Galahad.

The special forces had worked hard and were now shedding their shabby image. Galahad shook off the cigarette buttocks as they looked at each other with warm gazes.

Galahad, who had been thinking for a moment, opened his mouth.

“The king of the demons will destroy the world.”

A heavy silence descended. The face that had been smiling faintly until just now became distorted.

The atmosphere turned cold in an instant.

“There is no such thing as a king of the demon tribe.”

Everyone answered in unison.

“I’m joking.”

Only then did laughter burst out again.

The warm heat spread again.

As if the conversation just now never happened.

[It must have been hard for you to do it alone.]

Galahad sucked deeply on his cigarette, the corners of his lips twitching.

****

“Phew-.”

Adrianna slowly lowered her sword and took a deep breath. Steam rose from her thick armor.

The sun was rising slowly. Adriana always got up before sunrise to train. It was a habit she had practiced every day since she first picked up her sword.

‘That feeling-.’

Adrianna’s hands twitched. As she left the city of the demons, the thought of the sword she had swung filled Adrianna’s mind.

Turning dozens of demons into ashes in an instant – that wasn’t swordsmanship.

It was a manifestation of Adrianna’s personality.

Adrianna didn’t consider her ability to burn mana a blessing.

It was a curse. A very bad curse that burned and inflicted terrible pain on anyone it touched.

Even her mother was burned…

Adrianna chewed her lips.

[Imagine burning it.]

The sword she swung at Galahad’s words was filled with her nature.

Her essence was a curse.

I admit, it was strangely liberating, funny enough.

At that moment, her hands shook violently. Adriana looked down at her sword.

The aura was as if it had been filled with oil. There were no standards. It just burned wildly as if it was going to eat up the world.

‘I can’t control my temper.’

Adrianna chewed her lip and waved her sword, scattering the aurors.

Power was not the subject.

“The front line has been unstable recently. You should return.”

Lunavirn, Adrianna’s aide, spoke in a soft voice.

The front lines were where she belonged. The ash-covered, blood-smelling front lines were where she belonged.

“Okay, I’ll leave right away.”

Adrianna nodded.

Then, one side became noisy.

“I’m meeting my fiancé, what’s the problem?”

“Who is Adrianna’s fiancé-. Bullshit!”

“What is your name?”

“It’s Belharn!”

“Yes, Belharn. I will tell His Highness the Grand Duke. Sir Belharn of the 1st Battalion said it was bullshit.”

“When did I-.”

At the familiar voice, Adrianna took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

After a small commotion, the knights of the direct unit split up. Those who were extremely loyal to Adrianna were retreating-.

“Wouldn’t it be better for both of us if we got out of the way sooner?”

Galahad came in, shaking off his collar. The knight behind him gaped in bewilderment.

Galahad waved his hand when he found Adrianna. Adrianna nodded in response.

“Good morning. You look beautiful even when you’re covered in sweat.”

Galahad spoke as brazenly as ever. Adrianna nodded lightly.

But Galahad seemed strangely tired.

“Your complexion is not good.”

“I lost some sleep.”

Galahad answered with a raised lip. His smile was faint.

“If you do some moderate exercise before going to bed, it will help you sleep well.”

“I see. I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Exercise that is too intense will actually be detrimental to you.”

Galahad laughed coolly at Adrianna’s serious advice. Adrianna, who was trying to teach him how to exercise, stopped for a moment.

“Are you thinking of coming back?”

“Yes, I have been away from the wires for too long.”

“Right.”

Galahad nodded lightly, as if he had expected it.

“How would you like to bet?”

Adriana asked, lowering her voice slightly.

It was a story about a bet with a person called First.

In Adrianna’s eyes, these two men, First and Pumpkin, were quite skilled. She couldn’t judge accurately because she hadn’t mixed their swords herself, but she could instinctively tell that they were not easy opponents.

Galahad passed on the information he had obtained from his staff to the two. Adrianna could not help Galahad.

“Hmm-. Oh, that’s what you mean. I think it’ll be fine.”

“Didn’t you tell me all the information you got?”

“Wouldn’t that make them catch at least one more?”

“But the bet is-.”

“Are you worried about me?”

Adrianna nodded. Galahad made a strange expression at that. His face looked like he had been punched.

“Your skills have improved a bit.”

“What kind of skills are you talking about?”

“No.”

Galahad put the tobacco in his mouth. When Galahad was speechless, he reached for the tobacco. Adrianna waited without urging him.

“I don’t make losing bets.”

Galahad said with his usual confident smile. Adrianna tilted her head at him.

“But didn’t you give them all the information? I can’t help you. They have the advantage.”

“Do you know how attractive the Magic Realm is to magicians?”

The look on Galahad’s face as he asked that question seemed strangely dangerous.

“······yes?”

“His Highness the Grand Duke has been putting a lot of pressure on me this time. The captains must want to deal with the troublemakers. What if the story about the Demon Realm suddenly spreads at a time like that-?”

Galahad explained, shaking off the tobacco.

Adrianna slowly reflected on what she had just heard.

therefore-.

“Are you trying to lure magicians to the Magic Training Center?”

Galahad snapped his fingers at Adrianna’s question.

As if that were the correct answer-.

“A crisis, if overcome, becomes an opportunity.”

Galahad’s words were quite plausible. A crisis, if overcome, can become an opportunity.

but-.

“···Isn’t this a crisis of our own making?”

“Opportunities aren’t something you wait for, they’re something you create.”

Galahad’s words were, as always, unhindered.

Adrianna thought seriously about the contents.

So, since a crisis is an opportunity if you overcome it, are you saying that you will create a crisis yourself and turn it into an opportunity?

Then Galahad held out his hand.

“Here, give me your hand.”

Adriana unconsciously extended her hand at the bold request.

“ah!”

Adrianna, who realized too late that she was losing control of her temper, tried to pull her hand away, but it had already been caught.

“Ugh······!”

Adriana froze in the unfamiliar warmth.

Galahad’s reaction was more intense than usual. His whole body trembled, and moans that he could not suppress kept bursting out of his mouth.

It was because Adrianna’s temper had become stronger. She tried to pull her hand away, but Galahad held her hand tightly.

Galahad’s skin was filled with veins. The threads burst, his eyes turned red, and his body trembled.

Adrianna quickly pulled her hand away.

Galahad stumbled for a moment. He staggered, but did not fall. He leaned against the golden staff to hold on.

Galahad’s appearance was pitiful. His eyes were bloodshot and full of burst blood vessels, and he kept shaking as if he was in a fight.

We only held hands for a moment, but it looked like he had been to hell.

Adrianna chewed her lip at that.

‘also······.’

At that moment, Galahad’s dry lips slowly opened.

I was afraid of what kind of curses would come out. Would they call me a cursed witch, or a demon who carries destruction?

It was a familiar experience for Adrianna.

but-.

“You’re really awesome. Always something new and exciting.”

The words that came out of Galahad’s mouth were far from what Adrianna had expected.

He laughed heartily.

“······I will go.”

Adrianna ran away too late.

****

[I am informing the captains. The Demon Realm Training Center has been completed. The Demon Realm is a space deep within the Demon Tribe’s territory, and the concentration of mana is so high that it is difficult to even breathe. We plan to use it to train him to adapt to the Demon Realm. Strict security is required, as he may fall into the hands of wizards. If a wizard were to enter the Demon Realm, his sensitivity to mana would increase, he would be able to hold a high concentration of mana, and his staff would be more effective······.]

5th Battalion Captain Mark squinted at the orders from headquarters.

At first glance, it seemed to be about the Demonic Realm Training Center.

‘Isn’t this advertising the Demonic Realm Training Center?’

Beneath it was the seal of Staff-General Theodore.

“Did you write this?”

The 5th Battalion Captain Mark asked as he issued the order. Galahad sat leisurely before him. The golden staff in his hand swung back and forth.

“No, I only called it. Theodore wrote it. Isn’t his handwriting pretty good?”

“······Is that the problem now? The captains must be worried about how to deal with the magicians under them while keeping an eye on His Highness the Grand Duke’s mood, but if we send them out like this-. Oh···. This is what you were aiming for.”

Mark sighed softly. Galahad was the most intelligent of all of them, not Mark. There was no way he didn’t know the repercussions this letter would have.

The Grand Duke personally pulled out the head of the 6th Battalion Commander in front of the commanders. Even though they were commanders, they had no choice but to protect themselves.

The captains who have been building the magic stone field up until now will have a hard time dealing with him.

If such an order were given in that situation, it would certainly send the difficult wizards to the Magic Training Center.

“······Where did you start with your intention?”

“You said it was intentional. That’s a gross exaggeration. I just tried to steer the flow in a positive direction—that’s about it.”

Galahad answered with the corners of his lips raised.

‘Surely you didn’t name the 6th Battalion Commander at that meeting… No, you left the Demonic Cult Training Center alone?’

Where on earth did he start planning this? It felt like he was moving around the North at will. Mark coughed softly.

“···Can you handle it?”

“Do I need to handle it?”

Mark squinted his eyes at Galahad, who pointed to the mark with a golden staff and questioned him.

“It’s just like the Black Magic Society. I’ll offer them a pretty good deal. They have nowhere to go anyway, right?”

“······What if they don’t accept it? If the Demonic Realm Training Center falls into their hands, it will be dangerous.”

The corners of Galahad’s mouth twitched. It was a cool smile.

“Persuasion is my specialty.”

There was confidence in that voice.

Mark looked at Galahad like that and collected his thoughts.

Galahad was Galahad, but the 7th Battalion had considerable power to begin with.

together-.

‘The Dark Magic Society is actually Galahad’s power.’

Mark nodded after finishing his calculations.

“Good.”

Galahad smiled coolly and stood up from his seat.

“Where did you get that gold rod? It looks nice.”

Galahad raised the corners of his mouth at Mark’s question.

“I got a gift.”

*

‘I sent out all the orders and cleared the first one-.’

Galahad stroked the golden staff and organized it.

I had no intention of going around looking for wizards in the first place. The North was too vast and desolate. It would have been a waste to go around and catch them one by one.

For that, Galahad used the magic mirror. For a wizard, the magic mirror was an option he could not refuse.

Especially in a situation like now-.

Of course, I didn’t think all the wizards hiding in the North would come.

Still, it was clear that it would be more efficient than going out to look for it myself.

First, secure as many workers as possible -.

‘We must announce the legalization of the stone quarry business.’

Galahad nodded.

It wasn’t enough to simply make the North great. It was also necessary to expand Galahad’s influence.

‘If you secure workers, your influence is bound to increase.’

However, there was a lot to prepare for him.

“One who has received the Grand Duke’s approval!”

The soldiers passing by gave a wicked salute. Galahad waved back. It was the north where even a demon coat would seep in with the cold air. Why on earth would he be walking around naked?

Galahad clicked his tongue slightly.

Galahad, who had been walking busily, suddenly stopped.

He felt a strange sense of discomfort. It was such a small discomfort that others would have simply passed it by, but Galahad trusted his instincts.

The sensation was a warning sent by the unconscious.

There is nothing more foolish than not believing in yourself.

Galahad struck the floor with his golden staff, scattering mana.

There was nothing that affected Mana.

Yeah, there was nothing.

‘That’s interesting.’

It was a strange thing.

If there is nothing, why-.

Will the mana disappear there?

“Come out.”

Galahad pointed his golden staff into the air.

There was no response. The cool wind tickled my head as if responding.

“You’re annoying.”

Galahad snapped his fingers, pointing into the air.

At that moment, the air rippled.

What appeared out of thin air was-.

“Are you really the first wizard’s disciple?”

It was a fox mask.

‘That magic is definitely from the fallen magic tower-.’

Thump! Thump! Thump!

At that moment, the egg of pain started beating like crazy.

The emotion contained in it was not the usual excitement.

It was fear.

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