Chapter. 16. Saint and Perfection (9)
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“The death of the late King is different from what is known to the world.”
“is it so? I heard that he could not bear to bear the sight of the kingdom’s destruction, so like the King of Knights, he turned the battlefield into his graveyard…”
“It’s an outrageous lie. “It must have been a ploy by other nobles who wanted to discredit the royal family and eliminate Rodrik’s right to speak.”
“After the encirclement of the enemy’s offensive center was completed, the Allied forces launched an all-out attack despite Roderick’s opposition. The late king knew that the failure of this attack would lead to Roderick’s defeat, so he took action to make it happen somehow. As you know, we are knights who serve the king and-”
“Ah. King’s home. “The knights who accompany the king exert power beyond their limits.”
“….okay. The fact that the Castle Knights and Roderick Knights came back alive was all thanks to His Majesty’s bravery. The Rodrik royal family has been like that for generations. He was more knightly than any other knight, had courage in his heart, and never turned his back on protecting the weak. “Although your young majesty is confused now, I know that he will soon regain his strength and wake up.”
“Yes yes. I guess so. “Well, I thought so too.” I was walking
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the hallway of the large royal castle, listening to Charlotte praising the King.
Well, surely, with time, young Siod IV could grow up to be such a king. If he loses interest in the toys he used to play with, is secretly amazed by the soft beard that has just sprouted from his chin, and the hormonal cocktail of puberty turns his brain to mush, and suffers from the ups and downs of the world… he may grow up to be a king worth looking at.
But –
‘We need a strong king who can pour alcohol in the faces of nobles in the commander’s conference room right now, not a castle that will be created in 10 or 20 years. ‘He’s not a bastard who kicks out his subordinates who pile up a mountain of corpses every day just to protect him because he’s scared of the smell of blood, but a king who will pour curses into the eardrums of those damn spoon-chung bastards!’
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If you don’t have it, you should at least make one. The royal palace was not
flashy
, but it was a building that brought out the stately style well. As I walked behind Idrasil, I thought that it might have been quite acceptable if the lights had gone out and the dust hadn’t piled up.
‘It’s a poorly maintained royal palace. The previous king and the first and second princes died. Then…’
“What is the queen doing now?”
….shake.
Strangely enough, I remembered that there was no mention of the queen, and when I asked, Charlotte, who had been walking ahead, stiffened.
“…How heartbroken you must be, having lost your father and two devoted sons. “It is a shock that would be difficult for any woman to bear.”
“Did you collapse?”
“It appears that you have difficulty accepting reality. Trapped in memories of the past, you spend an hour or two alone talking into the air, and then suddenly you’re screaming repeatedly as if you’re being tortured. “It appears that he calms down a little when he is with you.”
“…The kid deserves to be locked in his room.”
The whole family dies. The country is ruined. The survivors now look only at themselves and say, ‘There is only you! You have to do something!’ They are saying the same thing, but he doesn’t know what it is, and all he hears is his mother’s crazy screams. It was an environment too harsh to shatter the spirit of the young prince, who grew up brightly in the arms of loyal knights of the royal guard and a family of servants who were warm to him.
Charlotte took a moment to look at the dusty palace and empty throne in front of her, then looked back at me with eyes full of emotions ranging from sadness, regret, and anger.
“Your Majesty… is like a vessel on the verge of breaking. The world crushed him before he was ready to face it. Although I was in a situation where I had no choice but to make a request to Him due to my shortcomings… I hope that I would treat Him like a saint who comforts the wounds of all people so that His heart, which is on the verge of breaking, will not be broken any further. “This is a request from a knight who is your comrade-in-arms, Roderick’s commander, and who has little left to protect.”
“Treat him like a saint. As a ‘saint’… yes, I will take that into account.”
As I declared, Charlotte turned the decorations on the back of the dusty throne with a look of restlessness.
Come on.
Grrrrrrrrrrr –
the sound of something old turning. Traces of magic and the sound of stones being ground that I have never felt before.
“Your Majesty is in here.”
In front of the road leading to King Roderick’s palace, I held on to Charlotte’s shoulder as she tried to guide me, just like before.
“Sir Charlotte des Agates. A little while ago, you asked me a favor as a commander, knight, and comrade in arms, right? Well then, let me ask you a favor too. “I am the commander of the Gwangmyeong Volunteer Corps, a man called a saint of salvation, and a comrade in arms who once shared your faith.”
“…Speak.”
“No matter what I do to Siod IV in there, don’t move a finger.”
“…No matter what happens?”
“yes. No matter what happens. “If you don’t promise me this, I won’t be able to help Roderick.”
Whatever happens to the king, don’t get involved.
Charlotte’s orange eyes, filled with loss and stubbornness at the request that went directly against my beliefs and oath as a knight, met me as if they were looking right into my heart.
‘Public avoidance panic disorder. A phobia of blood so severe that even the few remaining guardians reject it. Whatever it is, the point at which symptoms are expressed to the point of being uncontrollable is past the point of being treated with soft words.’
From the moment a ‘symptom’ is named, it is not something that can be easily resolved through personal will or a few hours of well-wishing counseling. I learned from experience that mental trauma is not something that can be easily healed or shaken off.
‘But that doesn’t mean it will get better just by quietly coaxing it.’
There are wounds that will heal naturally if left alone, while there are also wounds that fester, eating away at the surrounding flesh the longer you leave them.
The only method I know, even though I am not an expert in the first place, is one thing that was confirmed based on a patient named ‘Professor Park’.
‘Cut out, break, and crush. After all, if the egg doesn’t break, the bird can’t come out.’
And according to experience. The process is accompanied by severe shock and pain.
Like a saint. I intended to faithfully do what she asked.
Just like what I have done as a saint so far, I will completely destroy it based on the behavioral principles of a ‘saint professor’.
Siod IV either breaks the egg and comes out into the world, or is damaged to the point where he can no longer recover. It will be one of the two.
One hand on the sword handle. Charlotte, who was struggling with her other hand on the lever of the secret door, let out a frustrated sigh mixed with conflict.
“…I hope I don’t have to take the test.”
“I was asking you to bear with me because I was going to put you through a test.”
“You are as reckless as ever.”
“Did you just cross the line of ‘someone who knows the professor’ with those words? Welcome to our circle, Charlotte. “You have faced the terrible truth about a saint that the world does not know.”
“….It’s a ‘people who know the professor’ meeting. “That doesn’t sound very good.”
“Oh. “I’m already at the stage where I understand Ottoman.”
As I was going down the dark stairs, I heard First Knight Roderick’s grumbling grumbling.
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Clap!
“The king’s knight, Sarlot de Agaat, and the saintly professor of light request an audience with your majesty.”
“I’m sorry, Lord Agart. “His Majesty said he does not want to meet anyone right now.”
“….Night Rendas Night Valkurd. Could it be that I forgot Your Majesty’s orders and came all the way here again? open the way “I definitely have something to say to you when I see you.”
“No, Lord Agath. We are the King’s knights, and that means the King’s name defines our lives.”
“Night Valkurd!”
“Why don’t you know that the moment Rodrik’s flag falls to the ground and even his knights disobey the king’s commands is truly the moment when Rodrik’s royal family disappears! I respect you, but if you approach any further, I will consider you a threat to Your Majesty!”
Cheaaa!
The knight, who did not even hesitate despite Charlotte’s sincere persuasion, pulled out his spear from behind his back and blocked her and me.
okay. I was mistaken for a moment because I was with a knight like Charlotte who was smart, knowledgeable about strategy, and capable of communicating well, but that was the original knight. Doltaengs who have so much stubbornness and self-righteousness that they even wield it with force.
When Charlotte took a step back at the driver’s harsh reaction, I gently placed my hand on her shoulder as if asking permission.
“shallot? “Promise… you remember, right?”
“…I hope you remember my request too.”
“Ah, that. Like a saint. Well, that’s right. “I remember it clearly.”
The special A-level hero unit also has good insight. How could you have pinpointed and asked for the part that is most needed right now?
Like a saint. Well, it’s good like a saint.
“Ha ha ha ha ha. Latura brothers. I’m here to tell you good things. “He is said to be a saintly professor from Gwangmyeong.”
Charlotte stepped back and I stepped forward, but the knights’ spear tips showed no sign of retreating.
“I’ve heard a lot. “He performed many miracles and gave sacraments to countless people.”
“Forgive my rudeness. Even if Ro Haram himself, and not a saint, has descended, we have no intention of disobeying the order to protect this place.”
“Hahahahahaha. okay. I clearly remembered the brothers’ strong feelings toward you. It’s okay, it’s okay. Isn’t the original job of a saint to resolve conflicts and spread peace? Perhaps I can find a way here that will satisfy everyone here. Hahahahaha-”
“…Thank you for understanding. I also don’t understand Lord Agaat’s feelings because ah-”
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!
“-Hahahahahaha. Brother Ratura.”
Before the knight could even finish speaking, the saint’s fist, which was extended with his hands joined together, stuck in his mouth. It was truly a perfect surprise attack, and the eyebrows of the knight next to him arched into an inverted shape as he saw the knight collapse from the wall of the narrow passage.
“What are you doing? Is the light ignoring the Roderick royal family this much?”
“Hahahaha, what kind of harsh words are you saying? Isn’t this a way that doesn’t go against the will of all of us? The two knights worked hard to keep the king’s orders until the end. We put those two people to sleep for a while and then meet Your Majesty. Isn’t it a perfect conclusion for both sides? Hahahahahahaha.”
“Hey! Lord Agath! I will do my best to hold on here, so please call the knights from outside! “The Saint of Light is trying to attack you!”
“Kkeuk hum! The weather is nice for me…”
“…Lord Agath?”
While the knight Balkurd was confused by Charlotte’s nonsense, which he thought he had never seen before, the saint, who was already far beyond a master-level knight, had come into close range and was clasping his shoulder.
Tap tap.
“Brother. Take it easy. “It won’t take long.”
“majesty!!!! Avoid! jeon-!”
Wow!!
Even the knight’s neck, protected by an Auror, could not withstand the power of the hydraulic system. With the saint’s smiling face, tendons rose on the saint’s forearm that wrapped around the knight’s neck, and the body of the knight, who had only thought about the king’s safety until the end, fell down in the cold secret passage.
Clap! Boom!
Of course, the face of knight Charlotte, who was repeating to herself over and over again that this was also for the king, turned pale.
“I heard he became a priest…”
“Hmm? Oh, by the way, Charlotte remembers me as being weak in Turan, right? Ha ha ha ha ha. The physical aspect of my job as a saint was more important than I thought. Oh, you can rest assured that both of you just fainted. Aren’t I a saint? A saint! “If a saint can’t control his strength, where will he go and hand out a business card saying he is a saint?”
“Oh, the saint has the power, um…”
Charlotte wanted to refute the professor’s words, which she doubted could even be established as a sentence, but the former comrade in front of her right now was a saint renowned throughout the world. Wouldn’t it be true if the greatest religious figure of our time, recognized not only by the light but also by believers of other denominations, said so? Contrary to the common sense of knights who were probably ignorant of religion, the priests of Gwangmyeong seemed to be very strict about physical discipline.
“…Gwangmyeong’s reinforcements will be more helpful than I thought.”
“yes? Oh well. Yes. Oh my, there was blood. Your Majesty is afraid of blood. Let’s just clean this up and then go in. Let’s see. “I can’t wipe it on my clothes, but I can use a cloth somewhere… Aha!”
It’s good to have fun! Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!
Tang Tangrang –
“…..”
Charlotte very quietly placed her hand on the handle of the sword as she watched the fallen knight’s armor being torn off with her bare hands and the undergarment underneath.
‘The test… making you take the test… ummm…’
Seeing the professor humming as he headed toward the door after wiping away the blood, Charlotte thought that she should lower the standard for ‘if all goes well’. did.
Rattling!
“Aaaah! Oh don’t come! “Don’t come!!!”
Cheer up! Empty! Patter churrrrrr!
A weak boy’s voice is heard as soon as the professor opens the door. And objects like dishes, candlesticks, and books fly in like a struggle.
“Your Highness Knight-”
“I came to kill myself! After all, after my father and brothers, they have come to kill all my knights and people, and finally to kill me and my mother! Aaaah! Live! Live! “Aaaah!”
“….I meet Your Highness with Professor Knight Charlotte de Agathe Saint of Light.”
Perhaps the noise outside stimulated him. Seeing that his appearance had not changed from last time, Charlotte swallowed her voice and knelt down.
“Oh my, you have a bad temper. He is said to be a professor from Gwangmyeong. Well… I can’t serve anyone other than Loharam for religious reasons. “What is your name?”
The professor, who passed by her without even paying homage to the king, asked the young king.
“professor! This is your royal presence! “Hurry up and say yes-”
“No, I know I’m a royal official, but they’re calling me an assassin, right? The King of Rodrik himself named me as the assassin to kill him, so it would be rude to ignore that. Self majesty. Are you ready? “I’m done.”
“Oh don’t come! shallot! “Isn’t this madman coming near?”
“Don’t you want to come closer? Still, I thought it wouldn’t be a good idea to throw something and make it explode even though he’s the king. aha! “You gave this to me to use?”
The professor, paying no attention to the king’s screams and the confused Charlotte’s reprimands, picked up a useful candlestick from among the objects scattered at his feet and shouted,
“Professor!” Stop! “Stop right now!!”
“-Hmm!”
-Paaaaang!
He threw it with all his might into the king’s face.
Chaeae!!
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Ting. Tiding ting –
The sound of a broken bronze candlestick falling on the stone floor.
“Isn’t this too much!”
The gasping sound of the knight who managed to jump in and block it.
“Hehe hehe hehe! Blood blood pi gaaa!”
The young king was panting in fear and hurriedly wiping the blood flowing from his cheek grazed by the debris. And-
“Child, what if I stop that? “It’s what the king told me to do.”
A saint who casually picks up an object to be thrown again.
“Didn’t you hear? It’s clear that Siod IV said to us, ‘I came to kill myself!’ What you said. If the King says so, then yes. Ah, this would be good.”
“I’m sure they told me not to take the test. Not twice. “I will respond to the next attack as the king’s knight.”
“By the way… I was worried that I might end up like this, so I made an appointment outside and came in.”
“Didn’t Your Highness say that you are not in perfect condition right now? “You are forcing a patient with a broken leg to run on two feet!”
Tuhwaak!
“What the hell. Auror? Are you confident? I got rid of Edeorna by myself a few months ago. Do you remember? “That white guy.”
“…A knight calculates victory and defeat and does not raise his sword!”
Grumble!
Charlotte’s sword and armor radiated an aura resembling dawn, and white flames intertwined with divinity rose from the professor’s fist.
Dedddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd!
Patter patter!
In the aftermath of the encounter between two beings who are close to the pinnacle of the species, the king’s palace shakes as if there was an earthquake. In an imminent situation, the professor lifts the wooden bowl in his hand and the tip of Charlotte’s knife points towards his neck.
“Ahhhh I will have an audience with you!!!!”
The voice of King Siod IV, who was drooling with tears and snot from the aftermath of the two forces, rang out in the air.
“I was mistaken! You are a loiter! Ah, not an assassin, but a saint! “It is true that I have come here as a saintly professor of light, so please be polite and attend an audience with the king!”
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“Oh wow…..”
Shoulders trembling like aspen trees. King Siod IV, the boy, clinging to Charlotte’s back as if clinging to his swollen eyes, as if he had cried for a long time before coming.
“…If Your Highness says so.”
The saint, who had been radiating a force that seemed to shake the castle a moment ago, lost his strength as if he had never done so at the king’s words, carefully put down the wooden bowl, and put his hands together.
“Thank you for giving me the honor of having an audience with you, His Highness Siod IV. I say that I am Professor, a saint who serves Haram, the god of light, and is his instrument. Ha ha ha ha ha.”
“That’s right. Nice to meet you mama. My name is Erwin Thursiod. He is the king of Rodrik.
“Ha ha ha ha ha. His Highness Erwin Tur Siod. okay. hmm. He is indeed such a noble person that it is difficult to hear his name even once. Ha ha ha ha ha.”
The atmosphere changed like the flip of a palm, and the royal audience that had never been properly accomplished since the death of the previous king.
“It seems like His Highness Erwin can walk even if he can’t run?”
Charlotte, who was unable to retract her sword due to the sudden events, had no choice but to retract the sword when the professor smiled at her and said.
“I’m not feeling well, so I can’t give you much time. “What did you come to see me to tell me?”
“Oh my! As a priest, I cannot just ignore the fact that the father of the nation is not in good health. As a medical professional who has performed the sacrament of healing in various places, I can tell you that your health has worsened as a result of being confined to such a gloomy, stuffy, closed space. How about we go out and take a walk while we talk? “For your health.”
“Outside the bar… you mean?”
“yes. Right Now.”
Tuk- Degurrr!
The wooden bowl that the saint had put down was caught by his toes and rolled in the direction of the king.
The king, who had just remembered how it was about to be used in the hands of the saint, could not help but nod his head.
Charlotte, who was still standing in front of the young king, was not sure whether to admire the saint’s skills in leading the king outside after the audience or to criticize his means of threatening the king.
“…I will take you there. majesty.”
“That’s right. “You must not leave my side for even a single moment. Absolutely!”
Because it was something she also desperately wanted, she held back all the thoughts rising in her heart and gathered up the young king’s clothes.
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