Chapter 165 – Episode 164. Your Place Is Here (3)
“Oh, Astya. It will wear out very much.”
Even on the horse, Asti was looking down at his bracelet.
It seems that honey will flow from the gaze looking at the bracelet.
There is a bracelet at the end of that gaze full of affection, and Astrid’s white fingers touching it don’t know how to leave the bracelet.
“Why, it was a gift from His Highness.”
“I can’t even hide it anymore.”
Erania sighed and looked at Leopold.
He didn’t even have to look far.
Right now, Leopold is sitting right behind Asti.
With two people on one horse, Leopold grabbed the reins and sat Asti in front of me.
“Leopold, you are also really dizzy. Should I have given you that gift then?”
“What is it like? A gift doesn’t even need a time and a place.”
“I need it, I need it! Cover the time and place!”
Let’s make an eye
The one Eranya has been living with… She had never been as resentful and resentful as she is now about not having a relationship experience for a long time anyway.
“Hey, Berashien. Not there yet?”
“Why are you arguing with me?”
Vera Sien, who was walking on the eight-legged horse in front of her slightly ahead of Erania, was also her face mixed with annoyance.
She also has no dating experience.
I regretted throwing away all of her love letters and courtship letters that I had received from her demon world without reading them properly.
It’s dissatisfying that her extremely succubus-like correct way of thinking, who thought why she was dating and why she didn’t have intercourse first, now doubts whether her own way of thinking is a little distorted.
That’s what she was thinking.
The tower could be seen beyond the snow-capped ridge.
For Vera Shien, her home is her own tower.
The top floor of the tower began to show.
“You’re getting close, Astrid.”
Astein smiled faintly.
As expected, as he expected.
There was a reason why this self-sustaining tower was used as a base.
There is no way that Vera Sien is unaware that Astein is nestled in her self-sustaining tower, which is like her own home.
In addition, due to Astrid’s personality, it is certain that her surname will not be resolved unless she comes and decides in person.
So she settled down in her native tower and made all her preparations.
Hundreds of monsters and dozens of traps.
If you think that Astrid can’t penetrate these things, you’re a bit skeptical.
Half chance.
It was good to say that she came through.
Her final secret plan to attract Astrid as her sacrifice is ready, so her destruction is unfolding with her as her sacrifice.
She was fine even if she said she couldn’t break through.
As long as Astrid is overpowered, the others will not be able to move properly, so the ruins are deployed with him as a sacrifice.
No matter what, the ruins unfold.
The ruin formations that will unfold throughout this continent will be connected to the depths of the Pandemonium and vomit all kinds of monsters, eventually bringing about the destruction of the Einthofen Empire.
It will be the end of the end, bringing death to the entire continent.
Thus, in the world of Hell, Astein leisurely reigns as the ruler of those monsters.
It was a perfect plan.
Beyond reviving his kingdom in the north, he is the ruler of the entire continent.
That is— Astein’s purpose.
Astein stood up from his chair.
Candles flickered here and there, and golden shapes filled with red flags painted all over the floor swayed back and forth as shadows as he moved.
“Guests have arrived. It would be polite to go out to meet him.”
He touched her mouth with his thumb.
Adjusting his mouth that seemed to be about to unravel, and at the same time laughing, Astain thought of the people who were approaching this place.
Astrid,
Leopold,
Erana,
Berassien.
Things that are not enough even if you chew them all together.
But now it’s okay.
If you’ve prepared this kind of defense, it’s fine now.
We can respond to any unforeseen circumstances.
His plan is finally complete, and he starts running towards the end.
“Welcome. It’s not my house, but you’re welcome anyway.”
Leopold and others were dumbfounded for a moment as they saw Astain greet them with open arms at the entrance of the Jaseng Tower.
It makes me think that I came here to die.
That laid-back look, anyone can see that he’s going to die soon, but it’s hard to understand why he’s so relaxed.
“Have you finally gone mad… ?”
Others didn’t respond aloud to Asti’s muttering, but deep down they thought the same thing.
What the hell are you thinking
“Did you not hear? Welcome. The heirs of the cursed Einthofen. And… “
Astein’s finger pointed at Veracien.
Pointing her index finger outstretched at her, her astein smiled at her.
“Betrayer.”
“Eh? Me?”
Vera Shien looked around her and pointed her finger to the tip of her own nose as her astein’s fingertips were pointing right at her.
“Me? Are you saying I’m a traitor? Hey, aren’t you kidding me?”
Veracien’s face, which had a flustered expression on his face, crumpled even harder.
Who is going to say who is saying what?
“Hey, betrayal is what you did. Even if your mouth is crooked, I told you to speak right? Are you saying you’re a traitor and calling me a traitor? Huh, that’s ridiculous.”
“That’s funny, Veracien… No, it’s Vera. Are you going to deny that my plans were partly ruined because of your betrayal? He contacted the prince in the middle of a plan with me, and hit me in the back of the head for being so reckless. Do you think I don’t know?”
“Wow, really stop pushing yourself.”
To be honest, it was Veracien who was pushing it.
This is something everyone else present here knows.
But it wasn’t that he was ignorant enough to say it here.
“I have never betrayed. Did you forget you came to me and ambush me with Astrid? This is obviously a major breach of contract, so how are you all right?”
Having said that, it seems to me that you are right.
I couldn’t admit it.
“It is not betrayal. It’s not a betrayal, just a little more… There is a saying that yesterday’s enemy is today’s ally. Besides, uh… Well, what do you know anyway? If I say I was betrayed, the traitor is you. It’s enough if you make a reason to terminate the contract. Didn’t you think about that kind of risk when you contracted with the demons?”
“… That’s ridiculous. Well anyway that’s good After all, I am not your business.”
Astein’s eyes left Veracien.
His cold gaze was directed at Asti, who rode the same horse as Leopold.
Unless you’re an idiot, there’s no way you wouldn’t feel that kind of stare, so Asti jumped off the horse he was sitting on.
“… Astein. I’ll ask again. What is your purpose?”
“You mean my purpose? Are you naive or stupid to ask that now? Or is it both? Have you fallen for the crown prince and your low intelligence has gotten even lower?”
That’s Astrid.
Asti almost answered out loud.
At least when it comes to thinking, Asti prides herself on being far superior to Astrid, so Astain’s ridicule is unacceptable.
Leopold slowly got off his horse.
“Whatever your purpose, you will not be able to achieve it.”
“Prince… No, should I call you Leopold Cadet like before?”
“Not required. Don’t hesitate There are a lot of people who have become a nuisance because of you, so why don’t you just get paid for your sins quickly?”
Leopold’s words dismissed his efforts as a nuisance.
“… That’s funny. It’s annoying, I envy you for being able to think so simply. Maybe it’s because it’s a flower grown in a greenhouse? There is no way you who have everything can understand someone who has lost everything.”
A flower in a greenhouse.
Leopold let out a long sigh.
And he takes a deep breath again.
The chill of the cold snowy field cools his mind.
“… The kingdom of Mirgal.”
At those words, Astain’s eyebrows twitched.
The kingdom where the Grand Duchy of Myterien used to be, where it is now.
A ruined country that was destroyed by Einhafen and now no trace can be found.
“Are you the successor to the kingdom of Mirgal? Vassal? Vassal? Nobility? What is it?”
Leopold deliberately did not say he was a prince.
It is necessary to break Astain’s nerves and scratch them.
Let him lose his cool, and open the way to self-destruction.
“I am the prince of Mirgal Kingdom! The legitimate successor to the kingdom of Mirgal! A vassal, a vassal, a nobleman, or anything like that!”
Astain’s roar echoed.
It was a very peaceful country.
Harmonize with the surroundings, make friends with nature, and treat them fairly without discrimination as barbarians—
A pure white country like a snowy field that no one has ever touched.
“The royal family of Mirgal Kingdom must have all died. What is your true identity?”
It was not a kingdom that the successor of that invader would carelessly talk about.
At least to Astain, the value of the name of the kingdom called Mirgal was just as heavy.
“Like I said… They said that I am the rightful successor to Mirgal’s legitimacy!”
“Yes, I see.”
Leopold didn’t care about that.
Deliberately, I shrugged his shoulders and snorted in an improbable way.
“It must have been the hidden son of King Mirgal. What… Yes, I understand your hatred of the Empire. They’re not the only ones like that. Even at this moment, the resistance is still being wiped out.”
A sense of revenge for losing the country.
Anger at the loss of a family member.
The feeling of loss of losing a place to lean on.
The futility of losing a place to sit.
Who is one or two people who are sharpening their swords toward Einhafen with a burning desire for revenge against such things?
Nothing.
At least, it means that there are not one or two people like Astain.
“However… Your methods crossed the line.”
A group disappearance of villagers in a remote area.
A surge in missing persons that only occurred in certain areas—more precisely, in sparsely populated areas.
The son of a low-ranking nobleman, whom Leopold did not even need to memorize, suddenly entered the academy.
And Astain.
“Too many people have been sacrificed for your cause. And like you said, the scale is too big to be called an attempt to destroy the empire.”
The serial disappearance of those with divine protection.
“In the end, you are just a small person trying to satisfy your own desires by hiding in the cause. For the reason that he sacrificed others and revived the kingdom of Mirgal… For reasons that don’t sound like that. No, no.”
Leopold shook his head.
Yeah, that’s not the point.
I didn’t mean to teach you again.
“For trying to touch my woman, you… “
The magic bracelet on Leopold’s wrist made a low noise.
“Let go of the thought of dying gracefully.”
In Leopold’s gaze, a blue rage bloomed.
