Chapter 153 – 15. Reception (3)
A strange confrontation ensued. The dancer felt that the hand she was holding her sword was losing strength. Even though it was only me who was holding the initiative, Emilian, the man holding the leather bag, didn’t seem to care much.
“Do you really want to die?”
The dancer grew. Perhaps he thought it would not work like this, and she scared him by scratching Emilyen’s neck on her. Drop by drop, the red blood flowed down the skin of her and dripped onto the shabby coat of her, dyeing the color.
“I won’t look at you anymore, so don’t joke around. Tell me everything you know right now!”
“Just blame me for being wrong. I’m not a bad-tempered kid, so if I’m honest, they’ll see.”
“To the end…!”
The dancer who bit her lip slightly felt the limit of her patience her and tried to draw the dagger vertically. Then, a stone that flew like a shot from the porch of the mansion in the distance hit the curved blade and broke it. The dancer screamed at the shock transmitted to her hands and broke into a cold sweat.
“Kyahuu, what is it… !”
It was Romuald, Baron of Ardennes. Romuald, wearing only loose pajamas and no shoes, walked along with a frown on his scarred face. Even in the midst of his fierce knife wind blowing, the hem of his clothes his fluttered and scattered unusual energy.
“Put down the knife.”
After passing through the yard and striding in front of the dancer, he was stunned. At the same time, while looking at Emilien who was being held hostage, he was about to ask if he was okay, but he hesitated and widened his eyes. It was because he was not indifferent enough to forget the appearance of a dear brother even for the first time since childhood.
“Brother Emily?”
The wanderer, who had tidied up his disheveled clothes, returned with a grin as the third son of the famous family. I shook hands with my younger brother, who was looking at me with a dumbfounded face, and said hello.
“How are you, Romuald?”
“How long is this? I only knew that you had passed away without fail.”
“That guy, isn’t it too much to kill his brother who is still alive?”
“It has already been more than 10 years since I saw my brother’s face his. Those who haven’t contacted you in the past are really mean.”
The dancer who had overheard the conversation between the two from behind opened her mouth. The original origin of Baron Romuald of Ardennes was the Duke of Dior, a prominent central family. He is naturally only one of three whom the hero of Limousin would call his brother his.
Dark Ball, Arsene Dior.
Prince, Charles Dior.
And lastly, Emilien Dior.
There is no way that the Dark Ball, who lives in seclusion with almost no one who knows his face his, will leave the capital even because of his status his. The prince, a typical aristocrat who antagonized with his other brothers and pursued power, was famous for hating him even though he had risen to the same position as he is now thanks to the power of his youngest brother.
“Everything, great work Emilian… !”
Dancer shouted involuntarily. It was because of the man who was willing to endure even the resentment of the crown prince and chose a wandering life. The heir to the old duchy, who had received requests from the Stone Flower Order several times, had the most expensive bounty in Gaul.
“Cheet… !”
Even if things were twisted, the dancer intuition that it was tightly twisted started to run away. I walked well on the slippery road with my feet on snow, and in the blink of an eye, I was dozens of steps away. And Emilian asked Rome, who was watching the scene calmly.
“Can you hold me?”
“Hmm, I see.”
Chew! The sword was not held. Still, the baron drew the blade as if it were real and cut through the air. He showed incredible miracles with his restrained posture and graceful movements.
‘Because he’s such a crazy guy, he’s not even holding a knife and he’s black?’
Emilyen laughed in admiration. My brother’s achievement was so amazing. I’ve heard of Lumiere’s reputation as his as an invincible knight, but seeing that skill right in front of me is another story.
Poof! Dirt splattered right in front of the dancer who was running away. Instinctively sensing a crisis, she belatedly applied the brakes. He realized what level Baron Romuald, who was standing over there as a master of assassination, had reached, if not an upright swordsmanship.
“Don’t move.”
Wedge! The energy of the invisible blade barely passed by the dancer who was about a hundred steps ahead. It hit a tree a short distance away from it and vomited a spirit that knocked it down.
“… Hey!”
With a click, the dancer who dropped the dagger hiccuped. Even though she was capable enough to do so, she was terrified when she realized that she had missed it. Even a seasoned assassin who had killed countless targets in his life could not overcome Lumiere’s invincible knight his.
“Is that what I said? You better quit.”
Emilian clicked her tongue and approached the dancer. He took out a yellowish Gallic gold coin from a pocket inside his coat her and squeezed it tightly into his swollen hand her.
“All life is virtuous. No matter how insignificant it is, even in an era where people are dying one after another, I don’t want to be part of it. Fortunately, I’ve heard that the Seokhwadan have fairly straight incisions for assassins, so let’s do this.”
“What, what… ?”
“Go and tell the Rose of the Wilderness my words. Everyone says Emilian does not want to take sides in the Gallic war. And, unless you know Arsene or Charles, who are deeply involved in the royal family, they wouldn’t be happy to touch this guy and Marguerite’s sister.”
Gold coins were a kind of paralysis. Emilyen patted the dancer on the shoulder and encouraged her. It was truly surprising that the distribution of the woman who had just threatened her life was released in a calm manner. Isn’t it because I gave up the position of the highest power in this country?
“Is that all right, Romuald?”
Laughing as if he couldn’t stop laughing, Rom, who suddenly became serious, swung his sword at the dancer as a warning. With an invisible sword, a flower-shaped knife mark was carved into the black robe of her. No matter how thick the fabric, it was impossible to accurately touch only the clothes someone was wearing, as if embroidering from a distance.
“There is no second time.”
“Hey…”
“You understand?”
“Yes, yes… !”
Dancer burst into tears and cried out. Finally, Rom took a stance, saying that it was okay to leave. Realizing what the boundary between life and death is, the woman hurriedly left without a moment’s delay. Even though she was famous in her own way in the organization, it was very funny to see her backing down her.
“Ah, I never thought we would meet like this.”
Emilyen, with her arms folded, sighed and trembled.
“It is cold. Come inside. We will give you the best room.”
“You guys are really the same as ever. Don’t you have the slightest suspicion that I, who suddenly appeared after 10 years, is the one who led the assassination squad?”
Rom shrugged his shoulders with a face that said he was full of stars. Emilien Dior’s good-natured personality was very famous from an early age. Even though his jealous older brother her Charles always extorted the sweets and toys he received as a gift from his father, he did not show any displeasure once.
“You mean your older brother is behind it?”
“Well, what do you think?”
“Neither I nor my family have any particular memory of having any resentment abroad or being entangled in interests. Also, the swordsmanship that uses a curved blade in Gaul is the only dance sword in the west. Considering that she is a beautiful woman at first sight and has decent skills, I thought she would be a member of the Seokhwadan.”
Emilyen twitched her eyebrows. Rom looked at his older brother with whom he had met for the first time in a while, asking if my reasoning was wrong.
“Did you know before you heard the conversation?”
“I have heard that the organization led by the Rose of the Wilderness is very thorough. I can’t even imagine that someone as loose as my older brother would use them. More than anything, you can tell by looking in their eyes.”
“A look?”
“Yes, they are the eyes of someone who has never killed anyone. In this chaotic era, not everyone can have a noble look like your older brother. Directly or indirectly, it’s an eye-glow that only a proud person can have in my life.”
Rom gave compliments casually. Considering his uncompromising nature, this was truly unusual. Especially since Emilien, who chose to live a life of no more than a wanderer, no longer had any power left.
Everything the Baron said was sincere.
“I see.”
Emilyen put on a warm expression. I worried a lot because my younger brother, who was a mere knight, had been reborn as a powerful person in the northern frozen land in just a few months, but unexpectedly, my proud half-brother still had a good character despite his rightful place His.
“But Romuald, you are wrong.”
“… ?”
“It is true that I am proud of my life. That’s why I was able to look at the world with these eyes. But the wicked are also people. If you say that I have never killed anyone, you are lying.”
The conversation on the roadside in the dark of dawn has a topic as heavy as the wind that has just begun to blow.
“If you do, are you saying you killed someone?”
“Yes. I’m a terrible idiot.”
Rome, startedled, narrowed his brows and asked again.
“Could you elaborate a bit more?”
“Brother, covering up the problem at hand and ignoring it is not a very good solution. You already know what i’m talking about I just turn my head away because I don’t have the confidence to bear the truth.”
The wanderer smiled bitterly. The Millennium Duke of the High House was assassinated by someone. Also, the wife, who had been healthy, suddenly fell ill and died after suffering from an illness. Rom asked again, not clearing his doubts.
“I thought it was Arsene.”
“Look, you knew the truth, didn’t you?”
“Brother…”
“Aquitaine’s crony war is about to begin. Worldly affairs are unpredictable, so you should prepare soon. I wonder how many people can catch up to your ability to blow away even swordsmanship with a shapeless sword, but even a swordsman who has attained divine status cannot train his own mental strength.”
Emilian crossed her arms and called out the name of an unexpected person to her younger brother her who was listening.
“The Deceased Prince has hired the Somerset Swordsmen’s Guild.”
“… !”
“I don’t know, but the center must have been very upset by now. Maybe Jacques de Gaulia was in full swing. Although Richard Calle’s swordsmanship is strong, he couldn’t have beaten the master who raised Lumiere’s invincible knights.”
A name popped into Rom’s mind. Oliver Somerset, who was Britannia’s first swordsman and former teacher, was the name of the man who competed for supremacy with his apprentice and his on the Danggeum Continent.
“Brother, I am not a swordsman, but I know how the battles of those in the sky end like him. So i’m asking you Will you be able to survive from the given truth while dealing with countless strong people like the stars?”
In short, Dajeonggong, who loved everyone, was asking.
“Yes, can you forgive your father…”
The tide of the times is coming.
