Chapter 7 – 0. Northern Twilight (7)
“Gibberish!”
A blow like thunder exploded. Feeling insulted by Rom, Temur swung an ax at him. It was such a heavy weapon, but it didn’t show any particular difficulty. It was because he trained himself as a loser in the great snowfield, and his dragon power was very great.
Kkang, Kkang!
Rom quickly drew his sword and responded one after another. The force of the blow was like a mountain. Indeed, it was a skill worthy of a leader leading the clan.
“Knight Romuald! Did you get the reputation of Limousin with just three tongues?”
“I only spoke the truth. After all, no one likes to admit they’re wrong.”
“I’m not the one who would fall for such alienation!”
There were several struggles. The ax held by Temur threatened Rom with a sharp blade. He shortened the distance at once, as if his body was being cut down.
Even so, Rom’s sword easily countered all of those attacks.
“Then why are you pointing your weapon at me?”
The armed sword once used by the Margrave was definitely a treasured sword. It was because he continued to withstand the shock that would have been difficult to withstand with the ordinary sword of the Lemoang estate.
“Gérard, your father’s rival, was an outstanding soldier and a ruler. He felt the need to wield gold powers to control his vassals. That’s how the slave business of selling foreign immigrants from the snowfields to all over the continent began.”
Temur protested vehemently. It was because of the unbelievable words that followed every time they faced each other.
“And after the Marquis died, the wife left behind had to take over without a will because the bereavement happened so suddenly. I didn’t even know about the atrocities of the deputy count, whom I thought was a loyal subject.”
“… !”
“You see? The reason he’s attached to you is because he couldn’t sustain the business any longer. Because I sensed that you, who inherited the will of the great warrior Tamir, would stand aloof, rebuild Kamag, and avenge your sins.”
The oblique sword soon bounced off one of Temur’s axes. It was a decisive blow that deftly met the opponent’s dragon power.
“Admit it, Temur.”
Soon, Rom, who quickly dug into the large body, evaded the trajectory of the other ax and moved closer.
“There is nothing in the world that is unbreakable.”
Finally, the tip of the sword touched the nape of the head of the chieftain who led the coalition of the Great Snowfield Camag tribes. It was a situation where his neck would fly off without a hitch.
“You are being used by him.”
Thud! Temur dropped his remaining ax to the ground and lost his fighting spirit. The factor that made the difference between victory and defeat was none other than composure. The hero of Limousin remained calm like a quiet sleep, but he himself was constantly shaken by his remarks.
“I don’t know. But even so, I can’t believe it if there’s no guarantee that what you say will be true. Sometimes you have to go the wrong way, even when you know it’s wrong.”
“Even if they say that if you don’t bite your troops, your neck will be blown away?”
“Yes, that’s what being a chieftain is like.”
After hearing Temur’s words, Rom drew back his sword with an inexplicable smile.
“If you do, let’s discuss the big and small things as appropriate for the occasion.”
“Is it a big or small company?”
“What Kobin is ultimately aiming for is the lordship of Lemoang. He intends to capture the fortress through a diversionary operation with you, and to sack you by requesting reinforcements from the surrounding nobles.”
Archers and other warriors of different ethnic groups were once again agitated. It was because such a betrayal was unimaginable to the tribe of Snowfield, who were far from schemes and conspiracies.
“He must have led you out by discussing peace in the north. He must have made a proposal that if he became the lord, he would allow you to stay at Le Moang Manor so that no one would freeze to death in the cold winter. In addition, a small amount of support.”
Rom continued talking as if he had read a secret letter between Kovin and Temur.
“Do this. Anyway, if he crosses the mountain range and strikes the back of the fort, it will be difficult to know what you guys are doing. So just pretend you’re attacking us while I defeat him. Then, if you stick to the winning side, you won’t lose anything.”
“Why?”
“First, because I know that you have gathered only eight tribes here.”
“How?”
Temur’s eyes widened.
“Secondly, if you accept this offer, we will accept the tribe you lead as a formal ally of the Margrave.”
“A formal alliance? Do you know what that means?”
“Everyone knows.”
“Your king will not be pleased. He might think he’s dreaming of treason. You mean you’re going to accept us anyway?”
Of course it was. Otherwise, there would be no reason to let go even after completely subduing the opponent.
Even though he was short, Rom was a knight with no rivals in the kingdom. If so, he could have escaped to the citadel after decapitating Temur in the situation a little while ago.
“The Unbreakable One of the Great Snowfield, the khan who united the 12 tribes and the warchief, you will be our ally, so what should we be afraid of?”
Since Lemoang Fortress was built in the northern part of the Gallic Kingdom, there has never been a foreigner beyond that place.
Are you an ally?
If it can really be achieved, Temur will not have to persuade and conciliate the tribes that have yet to unite. Because they will come under you on their own. So, Rom was also the exact term referring to Temur here.
Haha!”
Dior’s Romuald was a man who could not be fully expressed even with the word grandiosity. At least that’s how it seemed to the Unbreakable One of the Great Snowfield.
Temur smiled and nodded as the surroundings went away.
“How wonderful! Is this true civility and martial arts? I never thought he would see through our circumstances so clearly!”
After the death of the Great Warrior Tamir, the nine tribes were scattered again. As such, the depraved Kamag was kidnapped and sold by Gallic mercenaries without any tribe.
Temur was a hero who arose out of nowhere. He was a person who had reached the present with the conflicts entwined with him and the conflicts sealed. Even so, he was still able to lead only eight people under him, but he was a leader who raised troops even though he was unreasonable.
Because the unbreakable man of the great snowfield was a man who cared more for his tribe than for his own self-interest.
“I will gladly accept your offer, Romuald.”
“It was a fruitful conversation, Temur.”
Rom, his armored sword fully retracted, took the reins of the Dark Horse. Then, perhaps belatedly, he blinked and asked for something.
“If you don’t mind, could you give me a gift in hopes of making our alliance go smoothly?”
“If it is anything I can offer, I will give it.”
“If you do, give me the secret letter that Kovin exchanged with you. At this point, I’m still an outsider, so I think I’ll need solid evidence to buy her trust her.”
Temur said yes and winked at the archer, who was his right-hand man. It was a signal to bring a secret letter from my tent.
“But at this point?”
“Oh, never mind.”
Rom replied sarcastically. It was because there was no need to explain the fact that the words were in vain. The fact that she knew the circumstances of the great snowfield and the conspiracy concocted by the vice-count from the beginning, and also the details of how it was because she was a regressor who had returned from the past.
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A total of five people participated in the foreign slave trade.
Vice-Count Corvin and Baron Marbeaux, Hugues, Lusson, and also La Vallee.
“I can’t believe it…”
Oriane groaned, rubbing her forehead as if her head was dizzy. It was a good enough thing. Because the secret letter given by Temur stated that all the vassals, who had been thought to be loyal to the Margrave until now, were greedy ducks trying to fill their own interests.
“The judgment is entirely up to the wife.”
That’s what he said, but it was conclusive evidence that no one could help but believe.
“It’s no small thing that the Vice Count is coming here to fight, but it’s not a matter that I can decide on my own if he makes an alliance with a foreign tribe. If you proceeded with such a matter on your own, the royal family would think that the Marquis Command was conspiring with them to plot treason.”
“Not just the royal family, but everyone in the central political world. And that’s probably because the Lemoang Fortress area is a coveted strategic location for them, and the existence of his wife his is still like a thorn in the eye of the current king.”
After hearing Rome’s answer, Oriane inadvertently stopped breathing. It was because he had told a secret story that no one knew except his dead husband, his daughter his, and a few old ladies-in-waiting.
“You know my secret.”
“Yes.”
“How?”
“I don’t think it’s an important issue right now.”
Even while doing this, Kovin must be leading his soldiers over the mountains. And I don’t know if the other four barons were intriguing with him, or if there was an infighting, but I had to get rid of the variable as soon as possible.
“I lied that I had something to report right now, but the longer the time goes by, the more suspicious the barons will become. Once that happens, you will have to continue a tough fight inside and out. So, make your decision.”
“I-I can’t… !”
Oriane unexpectedly showed a weak side. She didn’t look like her. After all, it was the yard where the betrayal of the vassals he trusted and the political strife he left behind came back to him once again.
“Barons and warlords are unfamiliar and difficult names to me. Until now, I didn’t even know that the vassals were plotting such a plot behind the scenes. There’s no way I can do that.”
“Your wife just needs to do her bidding. I will take care of the hard work myself.”
The bloodless capture of the four barons. Suppression of the vice-count’s rebellion. An alliance with the snowfield aliens. In addition, from the royal family and the central political world to the political checks that will pour out.
Rom spoke as if he would do all the difficult and cumbersome work.
“Why does Sir Dior go so far?”
Then, she reached out to Oriane, who asked incomprehensibly, and stretched out her hand. She slowly stroked her defenselessly exposed cheek and wrapped it around her waist her. Because she was alone for her close report of her, there were only two people in her room. …
Surprisingly, this time, he whispered while giving a warm hug.
“Because you wore a skirt.”
He said he was just repaying the wages he paid.
