Chapter 465 – Knights of the Blood Cross (2)
“I asked for Demeter too, are you going to come out crooked like this? Isn’t it embarrassing as a knight to take out your anger on Marey while not being able to shout at Lauren?”
“Excuse me, Princess. It is because of my lack of education.”
“Yes, yes. You two do a good job interviewing.”
Marey and Demeter looked blankly at Philia. For some reason, she felt strange in her words.
“Because of my student council work, I’m going to have dinner outside. We are talking leisurely.”
“Phi, Philia? To stay with you… ?”
“You didn’t promise, did you? Right, darling?”
Philia’s words made Demeter feel alive. Marey wanted to catch Philia, but seeing her disappearing after saying that her appointment time was running out only felt savage.
“Oh, miss? All, darlings?! Miss?! Miss!!!!”
Philia, instead of giving an answer, raised her hand moderately, waved her finger, and left. Clap. The temperature in the room began to drop vertically with a sound.
Marey glanced at Demeter. Her gaze was still fixed on the door. With a devastated expression, the expression she showed when Illien was abandoned (?), She stared at the door for a while without saying a word.
Marei, wondering if she should keep her head down and be careful not to notice the beast in front of her, thought that it would be disrespectful for her to spend her time like this, even though Philia was the one who had been calling her. So she cleared her throat slightly.
“Tsk.”
Demeter clicked his tongue. She sat cross-legged with her arms crossed and her legs crossed. She didn’t know if she hated herself because of Philia or if she hated herself because of Lauren.
If it’s the latter, what can I say, but what if it’s the former? She quietly sipped her tea as Maray waited for Demi Terre to speak her first. Seeing her frown while glancing at her, Marey got the feeling that she was going to speak first.
“First of all, let’s finish the business-related conversations and solve the rest.”
Demeter corrected her poor posture and sat down. She straightened her back and looked at her sitting across from her. Her hazel eyes were low and still.
“Yes, ah… I was curious about the Knights of the Blood Cross…”
“Young master, I apologize for interrupting you. Today would not be enough to tell you all about the Knights of the Blood Cross. You said it was Major Julia Pahu’s thesis, right?”
It wasn’t that she was so wrong, so Marei nodded her head.
“I will rule out all the history and culture of the Knights of the Blood Cross. We will talk about the main battles, features, and more until the Great Battle of Valter. Feel free to ask questions.”
Seeing Demeter speak expressionlessly, Marey listened to her words.
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After the story was over, Marey’s assessment was that the Knights of the Blood Cross were a formidable armed group. Marei shuddered at the content that seemed to explain why she survived while hundreds of countries disappeared even though the population was very small compared to the territory and only the central city did not develop much.
“Now it is just a faded glory. There is nothing to say if we say that we were weeded out because we were too complacent in our own strength. I could never have imagined that humans could create such a weapon.”
Demi Terre took her small revolver from the inside pocket of her coat and laid it on her table. Above her silver revolver was written in gold: Lauren de Parwen. Marey looked at Demeter without saying anything.
She let out a small laugh at the sight of the revolver, then let out a long sigh.
“Are all the questions you’re curious about over, Young master?”
“Thank you.”
It must have been hard. Marey couldn’t bring himself to say it. When told that the job was done, Demi Ther leaned against the backrest and crossed her legs.
“How old is Prince Fa-wen?”
“I am fifteen.”
“…He’s small for a human his age.”
Demiter frowned at her as if he didn’t like her.
“Do you have any hobbies? Or something like a long term?”
“No, there is nothing…”
It was like she was having a job interview. Marey looked at Demeter cautiously at her queer mood. She was a dangerous person. But she wasn’t in danger.
“What do you think of the young lady?”
“Yes? You mean Leah… Joe, I think you’re a good person…”
Demeter’s expression hardened at Marey’s powerless answer.
“The princess is a great person. Do you know, Prince Marais de Parwen?”
Demeter continued his words.
“He is the one who leads the political world despite the nonsense of a senile son of a bitch. At an age when you are not yet an adult. It is a person who blooms in full bloom even in the midst of parental help, let alone hindrance. If it wasn’t for this era, he is someone who has the ability to once again raise the kingdom of Rumaia into an empire.”
“Baron Demeter Ashram.”
Marai swallowed her small sigh as it rose. She was offended because she sounded like she didn’t fit in with Philia.
“Prince Mare de Parwen. I was also curious, so I personally researched it. The daughter of Marie de Parwen, a collateral descendant of the Parwen family. As a matter of fact, the right of succession to her belongs to Ravella de Parwen, and if she marries her and has her own children, she will be insecure.”
Demeter was absolutely right. The fact that she made her swear to have a child of her own by making her mother and her toilet bowl and committing her daily offense. No, she couldn’t possibly know herself except the females around her, so she could say that her judgment was very realistic.
“Now you are a great partner to the young lady. The background of the Parwen family, a non-greedy personality, and a good-natured demeanor. If the Parwen family can promise to support the young lady until the end, I can serve you as their lord. No, you can be enslaved. If only I could help her.”
Ravela was on her own side. Marey was sure. Both Julia and the Ksa Kruu sisters were on her side. But what about Lauren? Could her elder dragon, Lauren de Fawen, be on her side?
“Should I entrust her to an uncertain future? The interior of the principality is being sorted out, at least ten years from now. If you look at that senile bastard, you might be able to fight for twenty or thirty years. Because the second princess is standing by.”
It was a story too far for a boy who was satisfied with his current life, no, who was accustomed to increasing the number of females bit by bit. Whether it be politics or power.
“I am well aware that it would be presumptuous for me to interfere in your affairs like this. But I’d like to say I’m not the only one cursing the name Parwen. Have you ever thought about the remaining blood relatives of the nobles who were executed after suffering near-annihilation by the Knights of the Blood Cross?”
Marey shook her head.
“I don’t know if the name Parwen definitely supports the young lady. But I am anxious. The gaze and reputation of other nobles who see the young lady living with the name Parwen. No, I’m not worried if it’s just my reputation and eyesight. In my home country, there is talk of moving to the second princess instead.”
“Second… Are you a princess?”
“Yes, he cannot be called a legitimate successor, but he is a noble blood who has inherited the blood of the founding father thicker than anyone else in the world. If he wanted it, he would drive out Philia and rise to the throne with confidence. In fact, this sluggish situation is all because of the second princess. 그 개새끼가 헛바람만 안 넣었다면… In fact, Philia-sama would have taken the throne for him…”
I thought about Philia’s younger brother. A younger brother who doesn’t listen, a younger brother who often fights, a kind younger brother, and a cute younger brother. Philia harbored her younger brother, who she did not know would be her rival. She has the most dangerous sister if she turns into an enemy.
“The name Parwen is a huge malice. Romania is a deformed place where the nobles can claim that they are for justice just by standing up to Parwen.”
Demeter brushed his bangs.
“I was not the rightful heir to the Ashram family. Therefore, he is a person who is not familiar with the culture and manners necessary for aristocrats. He was brought up as a knight and grew up as a knight to become a knight.”
At Demeter’s words, Marey looked into her eyes. Her auburn eyes, buried in a blur of red, were serious.
“A clothing store owner, that’s just the level.”
Marey wanted to hear her story as she told it to the end. Marey looked at Demiter without saying anything. She was a beauty with her brown hair. She didn’t even seem to know what she was talking about.
She had so many things to say that she didn’t seem to know where to start. There was so much emotion in her auburn eyes, but she did not avoid Marais. It wasn’t her fault, but she was sincere in her feelings and she didn’t want to run away.
“I hate Parwen. I hate Parwen for barking at most of my comrades.”
Marai calmly accepted her hatred of others. No, she tried to accept. Even when she felt that even her downy hair was prickling up, she listened to Demeter in silence without Marai saying anything.
“Lauren de Farwen killed my parents, killed my friend, and killed my brother. And now even the lady is leading to ruin. What should I do?”
Demeter touched the revolver on the table. A strange tension hovered around her.
“I don’t think you can ever become the head of the Parwen family. No, even if it does, that would be a story in the very distant future. After all the story of the lady is over. How long do you think Lavella de Parwen’s favor will last? How long do you think the Iron Lady, also known as the witch of Balter and the witch of the Bureau of Inspection, will embrace you?”
“…That’s rude. Baron Ashram.”
“I have seen countless people collapse in front of power. Power is something that cannot be shared even with children. That was history and that is now.”
Demeter raised the revolver. She aimed at Marey. Marey blankly looked at Demeter. She looked at her expressionless face. She saw those hazel eyes that didn’t feel the slightest quiver.
There was no joy or enthusiasm in his eyes. She just looked numb.
“I warn you, Marey de Parwen. No, please. If you don’t have the confidence to devour the Parwen family, break up with the lady. Beautiful… The perfect babe has her first flaw. That… It is you.”
Watching Demi Terre slowly tugging at her gong, Maray let out her words in a voice so cold that even she thought she would shudder.
“You don’t need a sword that only talks about it, Baron Ashram.”
Marey got up from her seat and took a step towards Demiter. Perhaps surprised by her boy’s behavior, Demeter took a step back. Marey took another step towards her.
“Do you think that what you are doing is for the sake of Filia the Blood? On the contrary, didn’t you think Philia was getting in the way? Anyone can see that she belongs to Philia’s family, Baron Ashram. On the topic of escort knights. No, it has nothing to do with it anymore.”
“You bitch…”
Marey took a step closer. She felt the cold revolver touch her head.
“If you want to talk to me, ask politely. Don’t act mean, it’s not a threat.”
The revolver hit his forehead and trembled incessantly. Marey gently pushed her Demi Terre’s wrist away. Her hand pushed slowly with the boy’s strength.
