9th Class Sword Master: The Guardian of the Sword Chapter 148

Episode 148

Episode 58. Funeral in Festival (4)

While the Empress spoke, the people just nodded. It was because I couldn’t figure out what he was talking about. Most of the people looked up to Yuma and his colleagues, saying that good is good.

On the other hand, the nobles’ facial muscles trembled trying to hide their astonishment. The empress’ remarks were such a huge story that it overturned the game of the imperial aristocrats at once.

Everyone knew about Prince Winslting’s misfortune thanks to Duran Jacques’ rampage. It’s complicated to measure the line with that alone, but the death of the chancellor this time!

Meteorite-level fireballs fell on the feet of the nobles who were pandering to Heize. Tonight, an emergency family meeting will be held in the capital’s numerous aristocratic houses.

‘I think I can hear the sound of rolling my eyes all the way from here. Laughable bastards.’

The Empress planned to reduce the power of the nobles in preparation for Hela’s accession within a few years.

The quick-witted aristocrats were looking straight ahead at one fact.

The fact that the symbolism of the ‘herald of the dragon tribe’ has now become a weapon of the imperial family.

The Imperial Chancellor’s head was beheaded under the pretext of condemnation by the herald of the Balaur.

There is no way to know what Heize did to get Yuma to do it, but it seemed clear that it was an agreement with the Empress. This is because the empress goes beyond defending Yuma and praises her.

If so, wouldn’t the imperial family be able to attack the aristocrats out of sight under the pretext of condemning the Balaur messenger?

Ryoka of the Rolmandiga family was even congratulating Yuma while shedding tears of blood even after bringing her troops. The people did not feel it, but it was very vivid in the eyes of the nobles.

The enormous power that Yuma wielded.

Now, that guy could never be confined to the limits of his status as a commoner. It was a matter of a different dimension from the power given by his reputation as a disciple of Duran Jacques.

‘That commoner… became the messenger of the Balaur and killed Lord Heize?’

Adol Phobian’s son, Balinen Pho Bien. He was Adol’s youngest child, and he was the only one among the nobles who looked at Yuma with a calm face.

I had watched Yuma in and out of the family gambling house from afar a few times. Yuma attracted the attention of the Povian family from the beginning.

Haiwan Woods A commoner who took Cahel Povian with gambling funds, and gives magic crystals to the Povian family every month.

Even the actions he showed after that made me wonder if he was a commoner. Now he’s a scary guy who has even bit off Heize’s neck. Ballinan planned to close the distance between Yuma and Po Bianga sooner or later.

* * Imperial Palace Underground Torture Chamber.

Duran Jacques looked down at Winslting, who was coughing up blood with a messed up face. A statement written by the eunuch Fornon and a plan written by Barris were placed on a table on one side of the torture chamber.

Outside, in the other torture chamber, screams rang out incessantly. Varys’s was also mixed in the countless screams of terrible pain.

“Kuk kuk… Duke Duran. i lost My wife has no intention of saving me this time… Aaaaagh!

Aagh!”

Before he could finish his words, Duran crushed Winslting’s ring finger and pulled it out. Tattered bones and flesh dangled hideously.

The torturer waiting beside him, wearing a black mask, immediately ironed Winslting’s wound with a pharynx. The smell of burning flesh pervaded the torture chamber.

Wonselting, who was chained to the crate, did not look like the noble grand duke of the empire, but rather the humblest miryak in the world.

“wife? your wife? You are no longer Jeff Winsting.”

“Heh heh heh heh! Cuck!”

drooling.

The iron door to the torture chamber opened. Duran and the torturers who were torturing Winslting bowed their heads. was the empress

As soon as she returned from Upper Puang, she found the underground torture chamber where her ex-husband was being held. As soon as Winslting saw her, he laughed like a madman.

“Kihihihi… My lovely wife has arrived.”

Surprisingly, Duran kept his composure and waited for the empress’ reaction. He never intended to give Winslting deathly rest.

The empress approached the frame where Winslting was bound with an expressionless face.

“I won’t ask why Winslting did that.”

The calm voice of the Empress. I didn’t have to ask. No matter what answer comes, the empress will not be convinced.

Winslting had nothing to say either. It was done to gain the power to rule the world and the revival of the Rollmandi family.

craving.

It was a word that could make a human not human.

Winslting was addicted to the dark heart of a desire far worse than the ‘rose’ of the rose society.

In Winslting’s blurry, dark vision, the empress’ face was not visible. At this moment, I was most curious about whether the dark magician who helped him had watched this scene with his foresight.

‘It’s fleeting.’

The Empress moved her gaze to Winslting’s ring finger, which had just been ripped off and burned. I didn’t feel any different than I thought. She laughed.

“Lord Duran.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Find out all the information you can from Lee.”

All they needed was information about the black magician, Tejiz’s demon dragon, and the demon god Amanzo. Winslting’s knowledge of demon dragons and demon gods must have been insufficient.

Once the whereabouts of the black magician was identified, he could figure out the rest of the problem. Duran personally intended to torture Winslting to obtain information about the Warlock.

“Don’t even dream of suicide.”

After the Empress left, Duran closed the door of the torture chamber and said.

* * The imperial castle declared the end of the festival celebrating Jisuka’s marriage. It also announced the death of the Chancellor of the Empire and the decline of Winslting’s status.

Newsletter salesmen ran like crazy through the streets. There has been no greater event than this in recent years. For a while, Hale Square was going to be buzzing with rumors about it.

Catherine did not miss the time and summoned all the newsstanders who had a connection with the Jacques. She ordered the salesmen to put on the front page of the newsletter the contents written by the Jacques’ advisers in advance.

The contents written by the scholars were about the ‘herald of the Balaur’.

It is because it is necessary to unravel and inform the people of the meaning of that incomprehensible status. Now, whenever Yuma’s status rose, the status of the Zach family also rose.

She released an enormous amount of cash to make the birth of a Balaur herald have a greater ripple effect than the death of the Imperial Chancellor.

The common people did not show any reaction to Winslting. It was because he was only the husband of the Empress, and there were not many other things he did or were revealed.

“I had a lot of fun while staying at the upper level here, but it’s a pity. friend!”

“Haha Sir Randell. Come visit us often. Reconstruction of the Jacques mansion has also been completed. All of the main members of the Jacques family who had been staying at the top of Puang returned to the mansion.

The festival is over, but the heat of the festival has not completely gone. The people continued to talk to each other about the contents of the newsletter while engaged in livelihood.

In particular, it was Yuma who caught the eye of the world the most. The status and background of the ‘herald of the dragon tribe’, which Jacques arranged in an easy-to-understand way for the writers, was like a myth in itself.

Descendant of the Blue Dragon and Grandmaster P. Jin Carta, the Black Wolf’s assault leader, the hero of the commoners of the Empire at its core.

It was a thrilling story that couldn’t be compared to the death of the imperial chancellor or the dismissal of Winslting. Because of its ripple effect, the Puang Merchants Group entered an unprecedented boom period.

It didn’t take long for the cash that Puang had mercilessly scattered during the festival to be returned. The exclusive sale of magic bombardment amplifiers was also proceeding smoothly.

“Uh-huh hyung!”

Poin barely suppressed his pounding heart and burst into tears as soon as he entered his room.

People who recognized him just by walking down the street bowed their heads as if they were aristocrats. As much as Yuma’s stock price rose properly, the value of himself and the company also jumped.

Even Jacques and Pobianga Uzga sent a letter to Puang Sang-dan, saying, ‘Thank you for the always generous support of Gui Sang-gang.

Poin framed the letter and hung it on the wall of his office.

The whole capital was abuzz with talk about Yuma. It wasn’t just commoners. When the nobles of the capital also gathered, they were busy talking about Yuma.

Hood deuk.

A few days later, heavy rain fell in the capital. The Rollmandi family was able to start the family head’s funeral only then.

It was because he had to spread the news of Heize’s obituary to all the Rollmandi spread across the empire and tell them in detail how the family owner was killed without even a body.

Some of the elders of the Rolmandies heard the truth and objected, telling them not to invent false stories. However, as soon as he arrived in the capital and looked at the atmosphere of the central nobility, he had no choice but to admit it.

The common people who had only looked at it like bugs had dropped one of Rollmandy’s big stars.

“…You didn’t come from Cannon?”

“Yes… Mr. Ryoka.”

It was an unbelievably quiet funeral for an imperial chancellor. The funeral without even a body was held with the armor Hayes used during his lifetime.

If it were the head of the bureau, all the nobles’ riders would have attended and toured the capital carrying Heize’s body or belongings, but it was the head of the family.

The Rollmandi family renovated the mansion for several days, even built a huge funeral home and sent letters to announce the date.

But it never happened that the funeral home was full. Only a few aristocrats, such as Sirin Roman No or Ain Purel Cumor Hujin, who were far less influential and influential were visible.

No one from the big families sent anyone to Lolman Diga.

It was the result of the empress herself nailing herself and the imperial family not to attend.

People came from only one place, the Jacques. It was Sinclair Jacques, the leader of the 1st Knights of the Capital. He went to the chancellor’s funeral alone without being accompanied by his knights.

However, no one welcomed Sinclair, and Sinclair also left, holding the respect for the former Prime Minister’s death.

A funeral where only members of the family gathered. Who could have thought that this was Hayes Rollmandy’s funeral?

The nobility of the Rollmandi family only looked at the thick raindrops that fell relentlessly with miserable expressions on their faces.

At that time, a beggar with a faceless face visited the funeral home.

The guards guarding the entrance thrust their spears at the beggar. It’s hard to see a beggar in the capital, but it’s a moment like this.

Ryoka went out to get some fresh air and watched the beggars and soldiers scuffle.

“Clear the window and let him in.”

Ryoka became self-deprecating and allowed the beggar to visit.

The Rollmandi family is now over.

When I first met the Empress in front of the Puang Merchant, I had no idea that I would sink to this extent.

“It’s not like a bug like you came to mourn your father’s death. Do you know where this is?”

“Do you remember me, Ryoka-sama?”

Surprisingly, the beggar answered in a clear voice.

Come to think of it, the beggar’s face was oddly familiar. Ryoka looked at the somewhat unpleasant face and searched for memories.

“I am Knight Mero. Mr. Ryoka…

Ah.

It was that melody. For some reason, Ryoka let out a devastated laugh.

“I… know his weakness. Yuma’s…

Ryoka dropped her umbrella and reached out and violently grabbed Mero by the collar.

The thick raindrops that poured incessantly swallowed the low, gloomy voices of the two.

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