Chapter 156 – 156. The Sword of Tyranny (2)
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Toula is accommodated in a room at the city’s most expensive inn at the behest of Thermath.
It was a most pleasant environment for her as she had to spend her tortured hours in her cramped wagon, bound by her restraints.
She was rescued from a near death, but Tula’s face was full of worry. Unlike herself, who overcame her hump with the help of good humans, her daughter would still be being dragged away while imprisoned in a cramped carriage.
“Yet… , Any news?”
“Sorry. But it is clear that they pass through this city. The knights are on guard at all gates, so you will definitely be able to save them.”
Summath, who responded positively to her Tula’s words, had a look that seemed to be possessed for a moment by the figure of an elf woman with a pensive expression on her face.
Indeed, it was like an elf called the race of beauty. Even when you’re wet, you look beautiful.
Soon Summath cleared his throat and resented her own foolishness, having been momentarily intoxicated by Tula’s beauty. Wasn’t she captivated by her beauty and captured by slave hunters? Being enchanted by her beauty was no different from slave hunters.
“That….”
“Yes, please.”
“Why are you helping me? No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said this to the benefactor who saved me….”
“No. No wonder you distrust us humans.”
After answering Tula’s words, Summath opened her mouth again.
“There is a law against enslaving all races, including elves,” She said. As a knight of the kingdom of Valois, I rescued her wife to enforce the law.”
Enforce the law to achieve justice.
Thermath revealed to Tula that she had no other feelings for her.
It was also something she said to herself.
It was to keep oneself vigilant so that personal feelings would not err on the execution of the law, and that a strong sense of justice would not fade.
“I’m sorry I doubted you until now.”
“It’s okay.”
“Then maybe… , Can I tell you something?”
“Yes, please.”
Feeling that Thermath is a trustworthy human, Tula reveals that there is a means of signaling to the elves of her tribe.
A signal using spirits.
A signal using mana.
And she has a signaling method that uses body odor, the scent that emanates from the body, she explains.
Thermath nodded her head.
It may be a good trick in the current situation where we are just waiting for the late wagons. Thermath said she would actively cooperate with Tula.
“Thank you, driver.”
As Tula stretched out her hand, she summoned the spirits that were serving.
Dozens of spirits began to roam around Tula. Having experienced the mysteries of the elven race with her own eyes, Summath was in awe of her gray-haired elven woman.
* * *
Bervan, who was in charge of the gateway along with the family knights, grumbled and complained as he remembered his older brother chatting with an enchanting and elegant elf beauty.
An elf married woman with a daughter.
What a perfect being
A married woman is never a negative factor. Rather, it was a plus factor that deserved a lot of extra points.
“Oh, it can’t be like this…. What a serious person our brother Thermath is. He’s the kind of person who would fight fiercely behind the scenes if he had a high-level battle with his father.”
Even though she had an elf milf with a dense charm in front of her, she must be showing a hard wooden figure.
You can tell without looking.
Because the eldest hyung is a boring person to the core.
“Well?”
Berban, who had been grumbling about his eldest brother who didn’t add even 1% of fun, raised his head with a firm expression as if he had intuition.
Something comes
At an incredibly fast pace.
Instinctively sensing danger, Berban drew his hilt and swung the blow of his footsword at the being charging from the front.
Rocksfield sword type
Black trail
The ink-colored sword stretched out.
The black night sky seemed to be scattered in the air.
“It’s pretty hard to think you’ll accept my greetings.”
The man who appeared with the gust of wind revealed his teeth and glared at Berban.
It was a simple greeting.
At the man’s words, Berban tried to hide the tingling pain in his hands.
“I have no interest in greeting men.”
“It agrees.”
The two men with pleasant personalities did not lose their jokes even in the situation where they were aiming at the tip of a knife.
Men have sincere composure,
Berban showed a relaxed appearance while trying to suppress the fear that stiffened his whole body.
“What business? If it’s a rude greeting for no reason, I have no choice but to cry.”
Berban asked.
At that question, the man swung his sword and turned his gaze to the elf woman who threw it aside.
Turning his head to follow the man’s gaze, Bervan saw an elf whose appearance resembled the elf woman he had rescued from a slave hunter. Rather than a mother-daughter relationship, they are more like sisters. Her appearance reminded Berban that elves are a race of longevity that do not age.
“… Are you a slave hunter? It’s too strong for that. If you wanted to capture the elven slaves, you should have invaded the elven country of Liberia. It looks like you have enough skills.”
Druin giggled at the words of Berban, who seemed to have misunderstood him as a fellow slave hunter.
With two swords hanging down,
I started a conversation to understand her situation.
“If you were a slave hunter, you wouldn’t have let the elves run free like that.”
“Well….”
Not a slave hunter.
At Druin’s words, Berban took a step back.
“We rescued elves from captivity by slave hunters in this city. I’m staying at a nearby place right now.”
“You rescued her mother?!”
At Berban’s words, Norien shouted loudly.
Her mother is unharmed
To make sure her mother was safe, Norien approached Berban as if she was about to be strangled.
She witnessed her mother’s spirit wandering over the city. She saw it and she jumped out. She made it clear that she had her mother in this city. When Norien heard her say that her mother was all right, she was so happy that her whole body trembled.
“I don’t know if it’s her mother or her sister… , She said she really looked like her.”
“My mother is clear!”
Seeing the happy elf woman jumping up and down, Bervan put on a bewildered expression.
It is a difficult situation to understand at once.
So Berban had to take turns looking at Druin and Norien to assess the situation.
“Actually, it was a situation where we prepared a surprise attack to catch the slave hunters….”
Berban muttered.
If he had known that the elf who had been detained in the late squad carriage was safe like this, he wouldn’t have made it so hard to ambush him.
The case appeared to have been resolved safely.
He let out a sigh of relief. Above all, she was fortunate that she did not come into direct conflict with Princess Catherine.
“Follow me. I will let you meet.”
Said to Norien.
Berban thought of Druin as ‘a hermit who helped an elf who was captured by a slave hunter’.
I’ve heard from her mother
There are many strong people who hide their existence without revealing themselves outside the world. She added that she should never be coddled just because she is strong.
“I didn’t know that there were still knights faithfully practicing chivalry in the kingdom.”
Druin said sarcastically.
To that, Berban replied, ‘There are people who are naive enough to surprise the people around them.’
* * *
Tula and Norien, who had to be separated from each other by wicked slave hunters, were able to reunite after many twists and turns.
It couldn’t have been a tearful scene.
The sight of her mother and daughter holding each other tightly and shedding tears of joy was enough to bring tears to my eyes.
“Thank you, Nor…. Because you are safe.”
“Oh, mother…. No… Mom… !”
Berban, who brought the two of them through the gateway, looked at the scene of the mother-daughter reunion with a happy expression on his face.
But as for Themass,
Seo Maths, who thought she would be more than happy with her mother-daughter reunion, had a hard expression on her face.
It showed a sharp vigilance.
At the same time, he harbored a sharp hostility.
Pulling out the hilt at Druin who was standing behind Berban, he rushed out of nowhere.
“The sword of tyranny.”
“I didn’t know anyone recognized me.”
Even though it was an unexpected blow, Druin took it leisurely while drawing two swords.
Sharp flashes came and went.
After bouncing off their swords, they returned to their stance and fired the second blow at each other.
“To think that a tyrant who has been sentenced to death by all the countries that joined the Holy Alliance, including the Holy Empire and the 66 kingdoms, dares to appear in the Valois kingdom… !”
Trash guy.
He muttered with strong disgust.
Garbage who committed himself to the demon king’s army for personal gain even though he was a stranger endowed with the power of God.
To Themath, who revere justice and chivalry, Druin is the flip side of her coin. It could be said that water and oil cannot be mixed at all.
“You call people trash. I did a good job as well. Don’t you make me feel bad?”
“You who fought for the evil demon lord despite possessing holy power are trash, filth disgusting even to speak of.”
“Haha…. It hits the target, really.”
I was trying to get over it.
Drouin clicked his tongue and murmured, ‘He’s a naive man.’
It was a pity.
If I had just pretended not to know, I would have left this kingdom right after I had fulfilled my promise. But what can I do? The terrible notoriety carved across the continent continues to hold back.
“I was just going to go when I got the price I promised.”
Druin narrowed his eyes.
When I closed my eyelids and opened them again, a brightly shining text was engraved in my eyes.
The symbol of Another One is clear.
Berban, who witnessed this, looked so shocked that he screamed. It was because he never expected that the man he brought would be Another One.
“Justice and chivalry, like a righteous man who boasts whatever he pleases.”
“Shut up, psychopath.”
“Haha!”
Who saved him,
And the one who saved his mother.
Norien, who didn’t want the two to fight, rushed in and tried to mediate.
But as Berban stretched out his hand, he caught on.
If he hadn’t caught on, Norien would have fallen with the sword of either Themath or Druin.
“I will subdue the enemies of the Holy Alliance in the name of the Roxfield family, the shame of Another One.”
As Themath radiated black energy over her blade, a change took place in his body.
As if the advice was engraved in Druin’s eyes,
A faint but distinct tattoo appeared on both of Themath’s wrists.
Druin, who saw it, showed it as if he was deeply interested.
“It is clear that it is a creature of this world, but it wields the authority of Another One…. There seems to be another circle among the blood relatives, right? After all, everyone is in a frenzy because they wanted another one and couldn’t hit the rice cake.”
The divine authority of Another One can be inherited through inheritance.
This is a proven fact.
Numerous rulers arranged arrangements so that their descendants could use the authority of the gods by marrying another one or marrying a family daughter.
Druin realized that the man in front of him was a blood relative of Another One, and that he had been able to wield the power of a god through inheritance. He was not particularly surprised. Because this wasn’t the first time seeing another one’s blood relatives.
‘But compared to the original, it’s far behind. If we could print Another One like a coin through oilfields, the six Demon Kings would have become natural monuments in the past.’
After muttering that, Druin cut off the sword that was wielding Thermath and began sword fighting in earnest.
