Chapter 144 – Rank War (4)
I looked down at Oscar with a puzzled face. Before I could do anything, I fell flat on my face. The magic formulas used for the splendid production slowly faded away.
Silence fell.
When I and those who were watching kept their mouths shut, Oscar Shalon exclaimed.
“I see the three great families who rule the night, the head of Chepeshu, and the lowly Malye who is blessed by the progenitor!”
⋯Hmm.
This guy this
Now I see only vampires.
Other than Draculea, I had never seen a vampire other than Cepes, so I didn’t know.
Looking at only the high-ranking bloodlines of Draculea and Cepes, I couldn’t recognize him for a moment when I saw a vampire of such an ‘ordinary’ level that he had a normal level.
Mmm. Is it.
The blood of an ordinary ordinary vampire, is this how it feels?
By the way.
“With a body that has been blessed with grace, how dare I, no matter how sparring, expose it…! Please, the head of Chepes, please relinquish your anger!”
I wasn’t particularly angry.
Rather, the annoyance of the fact that I ended up getting involved with the eccentric guy was great.
If you behave so lowly, even if you are angry, it becomes an ambiguous situation to be angry.
It looks like he was aiming for that in the first place.
After all, you can’t undo what you’ve already done. I nodded.
“Okay.”
Aaaaah⋯.
Leaving behind those who regret it. I came down empty-handedly with one win. Go back and hang out with your sister and Daisy. Following me, he came down after me. It was a nimble movement that did not match his large size.
“Your Highness!”
“What.”
Even though he asked with a clear sign of bother, Oscar was steadfast. On the contrary, since no one was watching, he behaved more confidently.
Chamberlain.
Previously, I was one of the three families that ruled the night. If you called him the head of Chepeshu.
Now it’s ‘Your Highness’. It’s like calling me with the words people call me in the empire.
“The sin of daring to act recklessly without obtaining prior permission from Your Highness… I’ll take it sweetly! Please punish me!”
I looked down at the vampire with her head down.
I just knew why.
In front of the people of the empire, he deliberately called me not the duke of the empire, but the head of the vampire family Chepeshu.
In this place where no one sees, he is not the head of Chepes, who should be respected as a lowly vampire, but a duke, a human aristocrat.
It was an easy-to-understand expression of dissatisfaction.
Why are you, like our king, not taking care of your own people on the same night?
Something like that
However, if there is one thing to keep an eye on, it is whether this is instigated by ‘other lines’ or whether it is an individual’s own opinion…
“Hey. Did you say Oscar Shalon?”
“That’s right!”
Seruk.
At my will, Oscar’s shadow moved. As controlling the shadow is a basic skill of a vampire, the eyes of the one who was deprived of the right to control his shadow without resistance trembled.
A shimmering shadow wrapped around his neck.
“Big!”
As if he had already anticipated this situation, Oscar closed her eyes tightly without resistance. Are you really going to accept my disposition, or are you trying to avoid suspicion by pretending to be a loyalist of Chepes?
Or, is there a ‘upper line’ that treats this guy as something to be thrown away?
I didn’t know right away, so I decided to move as intended.
Slip. When the shadow that was strangling his neck was released, he sat down.
“Huh. Heo Eo Eok…”
He grabs his neck and gasps for breath, then he sneaks up as if looking at me. What dwelled in their eyes was fear, awe, and a sense of mission.
I don’t know what the mission is for.
Anyway, it was clear that he was looking for something.
“I’ll decide on your disposition later.”
“… Yes.”
I wanted to be comfortable at the academy.
I had a hunch that something troublesome would happen.
*
Anna Kroychev is a prosecutor.
Regardless of the swordsman’s lineage. Even if there was no ‘something’ passed down through normal bloodline, she would have held the sword.
Because she liked holding a sword. For that reason alone, she was no different from being born a swordsman.
Her father, Grand Duke Nikolai, was skeptical about passing on the fate of her sword castle to her.
Even that, she couldn’t help but give the sword to her born daughter with her brilliance.
Because that’s the right attitude a ruler in the north should have.
“I heard that the young lady’s qualities are amazing.”
“How long has it been since the Grand Duke reached the level of Grand Master? Anyway, there are only double slopes in the north.”
“I heard that Her Highness, the princess, isn’t easy either.”
The voice I heard was talking about Anna.
Brilliant talent surpassing even her father, who is a grandmaster. A princess who was born in the same generation as her and has a talent comparable to hers.
In addition, although not included in their conversation, the young head of the Mage’s Tower, Frederick, is probably no less than Anna and Iris.
Expectations that I have been accustomed to since I was a child.
Ordinary people hoped that Anna would soon show off her talent.
It is said to be a time of peace. It has been well over a hundred years since the war was eliminated by the Empire pacifying the continent and peacefully establishing diplomacy where it could not be reached.
Even so.
Few characters are known. That the true threat still crouches out there.
People’s desire for a great hero was also because of the instinctive sense of crisis in the unconscious realm that this world could perish at any time.
‘If the princess becomes a grand master like the grand duke, what could be better for him?’
‘Her Highness is the blessing of the imperial family. The future of the empire is bright.’
‘Even though the Mage Tower lord passed away, we have a young tower lord. If it’s his talent, the Mage Tower will be able to prosper even more.’
There was such an expectation.
From Anna’s age of five, from the moment she first held her sword, until now.
That’s why, I was used to the expectations of others.
I did.
“… Flaw.”
She sits down, holding her sword, pressing her forehead against her scabbard and exhaling low. She was like a sigh, but also like a laugh. Her eyes were narrowed, and Anna’s azure hair cascaded down from her shoulder, down her shoulder.
“… Why are you doing this?”
Not the language of the Central Continent that I studied hard, but the language of the north that I was familiar with.
Since no one was listening, Anna muttered to herself and felt empty beside her. It is because Sasha, the servant who always stood by her side, also participated in her ranking battle, so she was away.
As usual, she would have played her grump on Sasha.
She tightened her grip on her hand.
She thought there would be no burden on her when it comes to expectations.
“… I have to win.”
Her own goals came to mind.
That person
She hoped it would be both sides, but unfortunately, it is the object of one-sided unrequited love.
Father’s old friend.
… Wouldn’t her father be angry if he found out that she was suffering from such a fever?
Even if you have such silly thoughts.
Come to mind Not too long ago, he said something to him.
‘Once again.’
Anna thought to herself and bit her lower lip hard. At best, she would say that, and she would not be able to face it if she disrespectfully dropped out in the middle.
The others didn’t matter. She beat them all and she is confident.
Sasha… If she was an opponent, it would have been difficult for her to be honest, but she had no chance to meet her in the bracket anyway.
Only one person
The one who was also her nemesis.
People say, she was born in her generation, a rival for whom her destiny had been foretold.
Princess, Iris Arcadia.
In order to meet her Scarlett, she had to defeat her before then.
But, isn’t Iris already a lover with Scarlett? No matter how many women Scarlett has by her side, there might be a big difference between Iris, who is already a lover, and herself, who confessed to her and then withheld it.
When she thinks like that, her shoulders droop just like she did.
I’m trying to bloom an auror for no reason.
The aura that had risen upright and like ice began to flow. She even looks blurry.
As her heart wavered, she couldn’t easily grasp the form until Aura.
Slump… It wasn’t until.
She was the next Sword Saint and a hunter. If she went into battle, she would be able to pull out the usual aura, regardless of her wavering heart.
Even so.
“Haaa…”
A sigh comes out, it can’t be helped.
“Scarlett…”
Wanting to be in the eyes of the man you love is, after all, a woman who is in love can’t help it.
“Princess. You must enter slowly.”
Anna sighed heavily until her hostess came over and talked to her like that.
“Okay, okay…”
She wasn’t even Scarlett, and she didn’t bother answering in the central language by paying attention to other men, so Anna stood up after she answered roughly in the northern language.
She held her loose, azure hair gently in her hand, pulling it up into her usual ponytail.
“But, since they say that the person who falls in love first loses…”
After trimming her clothes and putting on a smile that people like. Anna slowly stepped onto the prepared stage.
“I have to work a little harder. What can I do?”
Before she knew it, an aura that was not blurry was rising from the sword she was holding.
