Resurrected Immortal 769

Chapter 769 – 769. Warning and Gift (5)

The royal guard who tried to evacuate the royal family shouted out, unable to hide his agitation at the appearance of Elvin.

“How on earth… !”

It is said that the location of the secret passage made for the escape of the royal family was specified.
How could this mysterious dark knight know that?
There was only one possibility that came to mind.
As if to kill the single intruder who had stirred up his palace to this point, King Bartel let out a roar.

“Who are you! Who betrayed and betrayed the secrets of the royal family!”

This secret passage is confidential information that only the royal family and the royal knights who have the role of escorting them may really use in case of emergency.
In this situation, the only conclusion that came to mind was that someone who knew the information intentionally leaked it and betrayed it.

“Answer me!”

Alvin didn’t respond to the King’s roar, who was glaring at him as if to tear him to death.
King Bartell and his aides did not even think that Elvin had identified and pursued this secret passage with his own abilities.
Of course.
The Royal Knights and King Bartel do not know Elvin’s identity.
That he is not an ordinary human being, but that he is an artificial spirit created by one of the continent’s greatest wizards and an apostle of the goddess, and about the imaging techniques and shadows he uses.
From their point of view, Elvin is a being who uses bizarre powers outside of the human realm.
Therefore, their guesses were the most reasonable, but they were far from the correct answer.

“Your majesty! You should avoid… !”

First of all, the king and queen had to escape from that mysterious dark knight.
With that thought in mind, when the Royal Guard calmed King Barthel, who was outraged, and tried to retreat again.
The guard knight realized something strange belatedly.

‘… For a moment.’

In order to resolve the strange questions that popped into their heads, they looked at Alvin who was blocking their way.

“Why… Did you come from the front?”

“What?”

It was King Barthel who asked back the muttering of the royal knight mixed with doubts.

“More… Do. Isn’t the author blocking our way now? If you followed us, of course…”

It would be understandable if they said that they had known the information through the traitor in advance until they identified the existence of this secret passage and pursued it, but if they followed the royal family and themselves who fled first, they entered the secret passage.

“… It should have appeared from behind.”

“…”

However, Alvin appeared in front of him.
Without any sign of Alvin, who should have been chasing her, could she outrun them?
It’s bizarre.
Can not understand.
It could have been magic, but at least as far as the Royal Knights knew, I hadn’t even heard of such magic existing.

“Your majesty! For now, going back… ! What!?”

Finally, Alvin started to act again.
Sensing the movement of Elvin charging in front of her, the other knights of the Royal Guard reacted quickly and blocked his path.
He hurriedly drew his sword and tried to respond, but in the narrow aisle with a low ceiling, a long-reach weapon like a sword was a handshake.
It was the most ideal way to subdue Elvin by forcefully clenching her fists with her bare hands.

Caang!

It was close to impossible to damage Elvin’s shadow armor, which could not even be damaged by an attack with a sword.
Rather, if it was a bare-handed strike, it was inevitable that Elvin, who had overwhelming defense power, would be more dominant.
The best defensive power sometimes turns into the best offensive power.
Alvin thrust his fist straight into the face of the knight who stood in his way.

Fuck!

Even if dozens of guardsmen and knights rushed at her, Elvin’s fist, which originated from her ignorant physical ability, twisted her knight’s jaw and shattered her teeth.
The knight of the royal guard who was hit by her fist was unable to utter a single scream and collapsed with his face slammed against the wall.
Eventually, Alvin controlled his own shadow.

[Elvin’s unique spirit art]
[The Bon Dance of Shadows]

Candles installed at regular intervals illuminated the view of the secret passage, and at the same time, the dark shadows wriggled little by little.

“Eh, what is this… !?”

King Bartel, the queen, and the knights of the Royal Guard were shocked at the sight of the shadows floating inside the dark secret passage lit by candlelight as if they were alive.
This phenomenon, which they have never seen before in their lives, is the worst fear and fear itself for them.
Before long, shadows wriggling from all sides hit them like whips and restrained their bodies.
Then, he mercilessly twisted the bodies of the restrained knights.

Kwajik!

“Shut up, aaaaa!”

The joints of the ankles, knees, shoulders, arms, and fingers are twisted and bent by the enveloping shadows, creating a terrible sound.

“Heh, hehe!?”

The queen, who had been listening to the terrible screams of the knights of the Royal Guard in the darkness lit by candlelight, eventually burst into tears.
This place is hell.
A terrible hell where people’s screams do not stop and monsters who play with their lives lurk.
I thought over and over again about why I was in that hell, but I couldn’t come to a conclusion.
His legs, which had been numb with fear, finally gave up and he sat down on the floor.
Tears flowed from Queen Barthel’s bemused expression.
Unlike the queen, who was completely mentally drained, the king barely did not collapse even though his limbs were trembling in the face of fear.
Elvin, who had completely subdued her royal knights, slowly moved her steps towards King Bartell.

Clap clap clap

A heavy metal sound resounded with each step she took, filling the secret passage.

“Big.”

Eventually, when Elvin arrived in front of King Bartel, King Bartel sat down on his knees without realizing it.
She was crushed by the oppression of the terrifying aura that flowed from Alvin, who had approached right in front of her.
The rapidly increasing heartbeat disrupts King Barthel’s breathing and makes normal thinking impossible.
The fear that, despite his rationality and instincts, his whole body and limbs might be twisted at any moment, and he might let out excruciating pain and screams.

“… Let me live.”

The collapsed King Barthel barely uttered it in a troubled voice.
His first words were begging for his life.

“Whatever you, the person behind you, wants, I will listen. So please, the lives of me, the queen, and the knights…”

The begging he barely uttered was the king’s only hope and gamble against this ruthless intruder.
As Elvin broke into Barthel’s palace, she knocked out her guardsmen and knights in less than an hour, but did not take her life.
Although she twisted her limbs and broke her joints, she faced miserable treatment, but all of them were at a level that could be cured as they were, even if the aftereffects remain if there is a priest’s prayer.
Despite having the difference between her and her overwhelming strength, she did not kill a single Elvin.
So King Barthel surrendered and begged for his life.

“…”

Alvin didn’t answer.
As if there was no such thing as a mouth at all, despite the warnings and questions of the guards and knights, even though King Bartel begged for his life, he remained silent.
But he showed it through actions instead of words.
Elvin quietly stretched out her hand toward King Bartel.
King Bartell, knowing that he was trying to harm himself, trembled in fear and closed his eyes tightly, but the thing he feared did not happen.
When he opened his closed eyes again, the dark knight’s hand that had reached out to him was stopped right in front of King Bartel’s nose.

Took

Then, something fell from the palm of the hand clad in the black gauntlet that shimmered in black shadows.

“This… Breath!?”

What fell to the floor was a human head.
Starting with that, a number of heads fell and rolled on the floor in Erwin’s shadow.

“Eh, what is this… !?”

It was natural to be shocked at the grotesque sight of dozens of human heads falling from his hands and rolling on the floor.
King Bartell found something foreign on the terrible floor where only his head was protruding.
A badge and a piece of paper.
With trembling hands, he picked up the insignia and paper scattered between his heads.
There was something written on the paper, and King Bartel noticed that it was a message to himself.

[Please educate your children properly. There is no next.]

A very concise text.
However, the contents contained in it were brutal.
Eventually, King Bartel recognized the identity of the insignia.
The insignia of a guild that acts as a secret intelligence agency under the direct control of Bartel Kingdom.
And when he realized that the intelligence guild belonged to the clique of his son and his third prince, Alfred, the outline of the incident began to emerge little by little.

◆ ◆ ◆

Alfred, in a bad mood, left the banquet held at the palace of King Fernias.
He was planning to immediately return to Bartel Kingdom and strike Eunhyeon with the Duchy of Armitas.
Compared to the Kingdom of Fernias, the Kingdom of Bartell is on the weaker side.
There is no strongest knight called Hero, and if you look at the military power itself, you have no choice but to lose.
And if they push through the economic and political fields to secure legitimacy, even the Pernias royal family will not be able to step out easily.
To that end, he secured the head of Heilangdan, who is acting as Eun-hyeon’s limb, as a hostage.
I bet

“… Something is wrong.”

Alfred couldn’t get rid of the doubt that welled up in his heart.
The first doubt was the reaction of the women Eunhyeon, Eleanor, and Erin at the palace banquet.
At first, he didn’t know that he secured Runan by trapping the Black Wands, so he thought he was telling them to go ahead.
But now it was different.

“Why aren’t there any reports coming in?”

Additional regular reports from the information guild, which should have secured Runan, hadn’t come in.
The most basic element of information warfare in such a shadowy fight is the update of additional information, which is a change.
There was no way that his own intelligence department, which considered it the most important, neglected regular reports.

“Isn’t it because we didn’t meet each other on the way?”

“There is a possibility. But it’s still too late.”

The words of the knight escorting him made sense, but apart from that, a strange feeling of uneasiness settled in Alfred’s mind.
The ominous certainty that it would never have happened because of such a trivial mistake.
And that ominousness only grew thicker as time went on, and when he returned to Bartell Kingdom after spending more than a month in a carriage, he realized that something was seriously wrong.

“…”

The interior of the restored palace was a mess.
The exterior has not changed much, but the inside of the palace, where the bloody atmosphere has subsided, has been damaged in places as if there had been a fierce battle, and the corridors, which were often used by many people, were quiet as not a single ant nest was visible. .

“What happened… ?”

“Majesty! You are back!”

It was the attendants who hurriedly greeted Alfred and his escort knights who were dumbfounded.

“What happened?”

“His Majesty told me to bring him right away when he returns! Come on!”

The chamberlain did not answer Alfred’s question.
How urgent it was, Alfred, who read his mood, nodded his head and moved his steps toward the office where his father, the king, was.

“His Highness Alfred Barthel, the 3rd Prince, has arrived.”

Eventually, when the attendant announced that Alfred had arrived in front of the office, a response was immediately heard from the room.

“Stop by!”

A roar filled with furious emotions echoed even outside the door.
Alfred, who did not know the details, realized that his father, the King, was very angry.
The door opened and Alfred entered the room and looked around him.

“Abama. What the hell…”

However, the question did not go to the end.

Damn!

Alfred’s head jerked to the side after receiving a strong slap.
Alfred, who had a dazed look on his face because he didn’t even recognize that he had been hit, belatedly felt a tingling sensation on his cheek.

“Ah, Ababa… ?”

Alfred, who called his father with a dumbfounded expression, met King Barthel for the first time.
The king’s expression, flushed red and unable to contain all the emotions of rage, was as if he were looking at Alfred as a mortal enemy.

“What have you been doing?”

“Yes?”

“What the hell have you been doing, tell me the truth! Because of your atrocities, this country is now! Do you know what hardships the royal palace went through!?”