Chapter 433 – Persuasion, Desdymona
Chapter 433 Persuasion, Desdymona
「Kamu Franz Bernstein, the feared object of everyone in the world, the ‘Iron Mask of Fear’ and the supreme divine emperor who unified the two royal families, always remembered the defeat of that day and comforted the victims.
This was the source of the loyalty of the military and the support of wounded veterans and discharged soldiers.
Because he was sure that those who fought for him would not have to worry about the care of his family.
A representative example of this is the Grid family, the family of Lord Van Dark, the ‘one who became a star’.
The emperor remembered the sacrifice, and took care of the family members as if they were his own.
So, on every holiday, he treated Lady Jessica Greed, the mother of Duke Van Dark, as if he were his own mother, bowed down, and served food and medicine.
Then one day.
To the emperor who met Mrs. Jessica, the sister of Duke Van Dark went before the emperor and made his favorite snacks by hand.
The emperor was satisfied and asked if there was anything he wanted, and the sister of Duke Van Dark answered.
[Please give me a chance to wash your hair and wash your feet.]
The emperor was perplexed.
This does not mean that they simply serve, but because they quoted the old story of becoming a concubine and turned it around.
If he really washed his hair and washed his feet, he would be criticized for treating a woman of a powerful family as a servant and insulting him.
The emperor was famous for not having a demon woman, but rumors spread that it was because of the demon king’s envy and jealousy, or that it was because of the training of his third wife.
(Of course, those who are not funny said that it is the product of a high-level political engineering calculation to limit those with dark blood so that there are no rebels.)
Then, after thinking about it, the emperor answered.
[You are no different than my brother’s sister, how can I embrace you?]
Then, Lord Van Dark’s sister answered.
[Your Majesty, what do you think of the Demon King?]
The emperor replied.
[My irreplaceable love.]
Then she said boldly.
[Your Majesty has already embraced blood relatives, but doesn’t that mean you can’t embrace your sworn brother’s sister?]
The emperor replied.
[You and my brother are very similar. Their hair color and eyes are similar.
Shouldn’t Jim sleep too?]
Then he promised to send Tyler back on a nice note and find her a wife.
– From ‘Secret and Interesting Stories at the Court’, written by Ben Yawer.」
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“What?! Who dare…”
Take out the amulet and throw it,
Fuck-!
Snapped his fingers
Magic, ‘mind suppression’.
Whoops—!
The amulets burned and disappeared, and the vampire officer fell to the ground like a frog trampled by his feet.
“Ouch… !
Chi, intruder… !”
“You sound like an intruder.
Arrogant bastard!
Can’t you see the general flag with golden embroidery on a black background here!”
“Kuh, kuh… !
I wasn’t sure about the flag alone, so I just performed an identification!”
Mental suppression.
More, more.
Whoops—!
“Aww!”
It must feel like grabbing your brain and shooting it to the floor.
“Yeah man!
Wasn’t it you who told the messenger to get off the horse after receiving the edict from the Majesty the Demon King?!
It is polite to treat those who deliver His Majesty’s edict as you would treat His Majesty!
Isn’t that not enough, do you dare to raise your head and greet me, who is also the national secretary, vice-king and general?!
It looks like you’ll come to your senses only when you’re scorched to death by the sun!”
“Kuh, kuh… !
Yo, forgive me!”
Good.
I did the steam suppression.
Fuck-!
“Hey, hey!
General, please forgive my rudeness!”
“Done.
Out of temper, I want to keep tanning only my lower body in the sunlight, but I’ll save you because you have a role to play.
If you commit one more disrespect, all your kin will do the same.
Guide me.”
“Yes, yes!”
A vampire officer running away.
I went into the tent next to it, and a familiar face popped out.
“Hey, Camus.
You have succeeded.”
“Shut up, Richter.”
Hwareuk-! Fuck-!
Burning the amulet and snapping his fingers,
Pajijijijijik!
A spark flew from Corps Commander Richter’s head.
“Turn it off!!!
What are you doing!
How dare you try to hypnotize the corps commander at our camp!”
Chew!
With a terrifying sound, long fingernails protruded from the vampire corps commander’s hand.
“You must have just heard from your subordinate?
Do you dare to be rude to the body of a general, a government official, and a viceroy?
That’s why he must be ignoring His Majesty’s orders and still killing himself here.
What were you and your master doing when we fought to the death in the Hidas River?”
“Hey, I blame others for being defeated due to tactics… !”
Aww—!
Pajijijijik!
“Keuk!
Do you really want to try it?!”
Originally, the vampire lord Richter’s mental barrier wasn’t this weak.
I got stronger.
Legendary job ‘master of puppets’, and level up.
“Looking at the horsefly, you will definitely come to your senses only when you die!
Number of animals!”
“Yes.”
Tsutsutsutsu… !
A spear of sunlight with golden lightning extending from Marie’s hand.
It is Marie’s ultimate move against vampires, ‘Sun Spear’.
“Yes, you are indeed… !”
The moment my former classmate, the vampire lord, Richter, is about to turn into mist.
“Stop.
Stop.
Are you here to fight?”
A middle-aged woman’s voice.
“… Prince Desdemona.”
Richie wearing a navy blue robe and a hood.
A blue glowing fire instead of eyes inside the skull.
Some say that she was originally an elf of the fairy tribe, not a demon, while others say that she was a human.
Nothing is certain
However, for some reason, she wanted to become immortal, and committed herself to the Demon King’s army to fight against the fairies and humans.
“The Four Heavenly Kings, Desdymona, will visit the general when she goes iron.”
A skeleton gourd that respectfully bows its waist at 90 degrees.
Skeleton soldiers, golems, and vampires lined up behind them.
They also bowed at the same time.
Graceful intimidation.
A performance that shows that those numerous troops are no different from her limbs.
“Go inside and talk.”
“Okay.
Guide me.”
Jerk, jerk.
You can hear the footsteps that follow, but not the footsteps of Desdemona who are ahead.
Because it flies
Flight magic seems to be normal.
A person who surpasses Rousseau in terms of magic.
She arrived in front of a large ghastly colored tent covered all over with black cloth.
“Eat it.”
“You guys stay outside.”
“””Yes.”””
The Paladins were placed outside to secure a retreat, and went in with Marie.
“It’s been a while, Lord Desdemona.”
“You have grown up well, General.”
It means ‘You are higher in rank than me, but you are a new chick’.
He’s more than twice as old as Nene, so it’s not unreasonable to see him that way.
“How is Nene-dono’s condition?”
“No problem.
I took action.”
“If you wish, I will examine you.
“It’s okay.
Because if I win, it will be better.”
“…”
I’m not being sarcastic, but that’s how it sounds.
But it doesn’t matter.
I calmly looked around the tent.
Look for clues.
What the messenger of Rumika, who was very observant, saw.
… Is that one?
A rather unusual small picture frame caught my eye.
A picture that resembles Van Dark in childhood.
The only difference is that there are no horns?
Zap, zap.
I put my hands behind my back and slowly inspect the inside of the tent.
Since it is a skeleton without eyes, there is no way to know if their eyes are following me.
Marie calmly follows me, keeping a watchful eye on Desdimona.
“There are many strange things.”
Skulls, magic orbs, unknown powders and solutions in flasks, organs soaked in preservatives and monster bodies.
“Magic research is a long-standing hobby.”
Less so
“…”
Deliberately touch and observe this and that.
Simgi-ya, be uncomfortable!
But Desdymona floats on the ground in the middle of the tent, silently watching.
That’s how I arrived in front of the framed picture I saw earlier.
“You look exactly like my friend when he was younger.”
“Are you here to look at the goods?
You should visit my lab sometime later.”
Don’t touch me, you bastard.
Did you get permission to visit?
… It means.
Is this a clue?
Research supplies, books, and materials brought to the battlefield.
The reason Nene went to get her fertility test done was because she specialized in ‘recreating life’.
Chimera, Golem, Skeleton…
Necromancy
A technique that raises dead bodies, connects living bodies, and breathes souls into lifeless things to make them move.
“The enemies have similar skills.”
“…”
“Have you heard of the ‘seed of the God of Destruction’?”
“… I heard about the tentacle monsters that are active on the battlefield recently.”
“It is.
The cell of Angmar, the god of destruction, the ‘first demon’ with the most powerful magic.
Dragon cells with the strongest body among existing monsters.
The cells of Mir, which evolved from animals to attain enlightenment, to have intelligence, and to become dragons.
It is a biological weapon that can be compared to the world’s strongest Chimera.”
“…”
“Thanks to that, I tasted bitterness in the Battle of Hydas River.”
I don’t point out why I didn’t join.
Because the excuse is obvious.
The weak point I’m going to target is something else.
“Isn’t it amazing?
How did humans come to have such bionic technology…”
“…”
“No matter how much taboo magic and cursed magic were used, and even human experiments were ruthlessly mobilized, it is difficult to grow rapidly in such a short period of time.
No, where did you get the cells of the God of Destruction in the first place?
The amount of cells transplanted into the special judge’s body would not have been enough.
In the first place, special law enforcement officers were trained to self-destruct before being captured.
But, is it really strange?”
I slowly circled the inside of the tent.
Richie, still floating in the air, looking at me.
“Before becoming a lich, I heard that your major was climate magic.
Is that correct?”
“Yes, General.
You know me well.”
“I heard from Master.”
“I’m sorry about Nene’s work.”
“Yes.
She is my beloved wife, whom I respect, trust and follow the most in the world.
She never imagined life without her.”
From the time she opened a hole in her chest, the empty hole in her heart doesn’t fill up.
“Then put it in my recovery capsule and treat it…”
“So I don’t leave it in anyone’s hands.
Even if it’s a close friend.”
“… You see.”
I flipped through the books on the desk.
The title is ‘Is Resurrection Truly Impossible? – How to infuse ego into a corpse and restore it -‘.
“Why is Master’s treatment for infertility impossible?”
“It has deteriorated to the point where it is irreversible, so I couldn’t bring it back to how it was before with my skill.”
“How serious is it?”
“To the extent that it is impossible even with surgery.
It’s so quick to be reborn.
It’s to the point where we have to rebuild the organ from scratch.”
“Okay.
So it seems that you are researching long-term restoration like that?”
He pointed to the organ growing inside the flask.
A liver with small hands sprouting like a child’s.
“Yes.
It hurts me too.”
The truth at this moment.
“Have you ever had children?”
“Yes.
I gave birth to it, raised it, and buried it with my own hands.”
“… I’m sorry.”
“Human life is short.
It was just shorter than I expected.”
He speaks calmly, but his tone drips with regret.
I picked up the frame earlier.
A drawing of an innocent human boy who resembles Van Dark when he was young.
A certain human woman holding such a boy from behind.
“It must have been your son.”
“…”
From now on, cross the line.
“Did you want to save your son?”
“… Yes.”
It’s more frightening to answer meekly.
This is inside Desdymona’s camp.
The dead don’t speak.
The reason why the story of Des Dimona is all opaque rumors is that perhaps those who know the truth have entered her coffin, or they all serve under her as skeleton soldiers.
Master was a heavy-mouthed person to the point of not even talking to me.
“Is there any mother who does not want to see her dead child?”
The voice of a middle-aged female human being heard inside the skull.
“Didn’t Prince Nene miss the child he never had?”
“…”
“That’s why I don’t know if I’m more obsessed with the general.
Like a poor woman.”
“You don’t have to be sorry.
Now that you’ve met me, everything will be fine.”
“Your savior complex is serious, General.”
“Not so.
I came here because I couldn’t find a friend like my brother.”
Fast…
Her molars were brittle, her fingernails digging into her fists.
“Saver?
No.
It was always me who was saved.
I was saved by my master, by my friend, by my comrades in arms, by my superiors and subordinates, and even by a girl who believed in a pagan.”
“But what is good?”
“Because I can give back the love I received.
I believe that love is what grows when you give and receive.”
“As expected, the general seems to have inherited the blood of the demon king.
The blood of the God of Destruction who deals with dark magic.”
“Dark blood? Blood?
Haha, are you complimenting me on how great you are?”
Jerk, jerk.
She approached the skeleton wearing a navy blue robe and holding a large oak staff.
Zap, zap.
The Saint of the Sun who follows one step behind.
Tup.
On the way, I picked up the picture frame on her desk.
An illustration of an affectionate hat.
“I lost my brother in this fight.
Do you know why you were saved?
Blood.
Because of this dirty, irritating blood.
It was all because of this blood that I had to be saved by my teacher, fight the demon lord, and sacrifice my friend.”
“…”
The voice grew louder.
“If it wasn’t for me!
If it wasn’t for this dark blood!
Van Dark might have lived a long time!
That is!
Too!
I’m angry!!!!!
My voice echoes through the tent.
Lich’s coldly flying words.
“General.”
A glowing light inside the skull burned black and blue.
“Put down that frame.”
“You have caused countless sacrifices!
Are you obsessed with just one portrait of a lost child!”
“Only?”
Thud.
An elder lich stamping his wand on the floor.
“Did you say only?”
Hey profit—.
Inside the tent, the wind blows.
“Camyu-sama, come behind me.”
Marianne stands in front of me.
I cried out regardless.
“The sacrifice of others is so light!
Do you think my child is precious?!
Shame on you!”
“Do you know why I became a lich?
Do you know why I learned the necromantic art of moving the dead?”
A bleak black mist enveloped the inside of the tent.
“God of the sun, protect your servant…”
Woo-woo-.
Then a white light emanated from Marianne, dispelling the black mist from her.
“Mothers bury their children in their breasts.”
“So you wanted to revive it?”
“Exactly.”
She looked down at the framed picture.
An illustration of a human woman holding a little boy.
She’s a human woman I’ve seen a lot of everywhere.
“Van Dark died in this battle.”
“…”
I remembered.
A picture Van Dark had.
A picture of a human woman that a guy who had no interest in women carried around.
[Since Master has become like that, I will go and convince Duke Desdemona myself.]
… Did you know, brother?
Deed deed… !
A black mist quietly pushed in as if strangling her throat.
Like a snake swallowing a bird’s egg, he tried to devour the golden shield that Marie had spread.
“His mother is someone I know well.”
“…”
“I will go through the same pain as you.
Just like the mothers of the former comrades did.”
“…”
“Please help me by looking at Van Dark.”
I brought out the main point.
As per Anne’s advice.
“Then I will give you what you want.”
“How does the general know what I want?”
The pressure of the black fog is still there.
“What wizards yearn most for is research data.”
“I don’t mean to disparage the general’s skills, but I don’t really want yours…”
“Materials of the gold dragon Nuvacane.”
“…”
“And the research data of the red dragon Kubydov.”
“…”
“Spellbooks and research materials from the Rare of the Two Dragons.
If that’s all, how about it?”
“…”
“Maybe more useful than the data from the bioengineering laboratory in Amitie.”
Dig.
Disappearing Black Mist.
Seruk.
A bony skeletal hand stretched out.
“Give it back.”
I held out the frame, and the frame flew through the air and returned to Desdemona.
Des Dimon I turned around behind her and set it down on her desk.
And she said
“General.”
“Yes.”
“Please give me your order.”
Then, quietly, he let out a sigh of relief.
***
Before returning.
“I have a question for you.”
“Let’s go to Xiamen.”
“Did you know that Van Dark doesn’t have a girlfriend?”
“Yes.”
“Is it because of you?”
Desdemona did not answer at all.
