Chapter. 14. One Empire, Three Legends (16)
****
“….It was you.”
Hearing the werewolf’s dreary voice, the Marquis lifted his chin with the tip of his halberd and looked him in the eye.
“okay. I was the one who captured you, bought you, and ran you. I guess I should at least say thank you for meeting me like this. Thanks to you guys, my concubine’s son, who didn’t even have the right to inherit the title, was able to ascend to the rank of marquess. 2 The prince’s mother, Empress Terene, has been preparing the prince in many ways since he was young. After several years of living with animals in the remote areas of the eastern part of the country, my older brothers were all dead. It was very good considering the price for selling the animal. They recognized his merits and raised him well and made him a decent member of society, right? “It would have been much better to live as a gladiator than to be sold as a body servant to a wealthy nobleman, right?”
The Marquis
offered his heartfelt congratulations as he saw red blood seeping out from the tip of the spear that slightly pierced the uvula.
“Congratulations on your win. Benard Fang. I’m glad I could give you the truth you wanted. Yes, I got what I wanted. “Do you feel good?”
“Not so bad.”
“Ha ha ha ha ha. I’m so glad it all ended well. I will sell your head to cover the loss you incur today. “It’s a legend that saw the end of two arenas, so there’s probably a noble who wants to collect it.”
Seeing Borca’s blank eyes, the Marquis seemed to have lost interest and raised his halberd .
When the tip of the spear rose to the top of the high-ceilinged room and the broad blade of the halberd flashed in the light.
“Do you have any last words?”
“….do.”
“hmm?”
Borca was looking behind him, not at the Marquis. A balcony with a panoramic view of the city. Borka, who felt that the appointed time was approaching, opened his mouth as he looked at the shadow falling on the balcony.
“Wolves… hunt in packs. marquis.”
“What is that…”
“If only you could see the canine running in front of you. It means getting your neck bitten by the guy running from behind!”
Kwaaaaang!
Before the Marquis could question the dying werewolf’s smile, something huge flew from the sky and crashed through the ceiling of the arena.
『Kaaaa! It hurts so much. Holy Punch. Go mine. You blew your body all the way here? Ah, good saint.]
“If 80% of what comes out of your mouth is nonsense, wouldn’t it be better not to have it, Hyde? Hey Borka! Looks like you started first! “Do you think it will be a worthwhile revenge?”
Pretending to fight the Red Mute (Hyde)…. The professor got tangled up and excitedly destroyed the territory of the Marquis de Vilderand, slowly approaching the end.
After seeing that Notum, who had crawled out of the Marquis’ mansion, entered the Colosseum with a bunch of paper-like things in his hands, the professor shouted loudly so that everyone could see and punched Hyde in the face. The evil monster let out a terrible scream after being hit by the sacred punch. It had just fallen into the Colosseum right next to it.
———
– Jokass: Kkkkkkkkkkkk! Our saint even performed the sacrament of blood alone! The regime just wiped out a monster the size of a house with one blow!
– takealook: Look at the crazy Marquis’ face hahahaha It’s absurd that the fusion monster Saint suddenly flew to the top floor of the Colosseum, but beyond that shattered wall hahaha
– Roru Drug: ??? : I looked at the arena wall as it was shattered. But beyond that, my territory was completely destroyed. As soon as I saw it, I cried.
– Holly: Our saint is good at destroying things!
– Noru Drug: Hero Landing (Smashing about 12 people with his back and knees.)
– Takealook: The kid seemed to be a bit high, and he was rolling around in the Marquis’ drug field 10 seconds ago.
———
As people say, the Marquis’s face seemed to have translated the word absurd into his expression.
Until this morning, I had breakfast looking at the golden field spread out in front of the balcony, but in less than half a day, his castle was reduced to dust, and for some reason, angry priests were wielding maces and laying siege to him.
“Hehehehe. It’s so flat and there’s no shadow of anything, so Haram will really like it, Marquis of Wildeland.”
『Ta-da.』
Some kind of monster, something dark and clinging to the saint, was winking with both heads and giving a thumbs up.
bang!
“I couldn’t find it because there were a lot of rooms, so I came here after hearing the sound of it breaking. contract. “I brought something important.”
As if this wasn’t the end, the troll came out of the dented door and was holding contracts that should never be here, crumpled as if they were really valuable items.
“Kek kehiik! Let go of this! “I am a noble goblin noble of the Empire – keaaaaaa!”
The Marquis, who was certain that the situation was wrong for some reason, tried to give orders to the mercenaries and gladiators gathered here, but even he was dragged away by the pure white hands that crawled out from the shadows.
“What the heck is going on? You there! “What on earth have you planned?”
The Marquis, who had lost his senses in a crucible of chaos where even the elves would lose their senses, raised his halberd and Borka, supported by Notum, stood up and faced the Marquis’ trembling eyes.
“You said it so easily that even an animal could understand it. I didn’t tell you to watch your back. He clearly said, ‘I don’t know what he was thinking when he provoked me so confidently.’ “Have you not thought that if it doesn’t make sense, there might be another way?”
“It was bait…?”
“If you want to defeat an arena on your own, you can’t choose any means. Incidentally, I poisoned the water and incense burner four years ago. Even though it is an animal, it has the brains to use tools against opponents that are too strong for it.”
“Thanks to this, all the important people were gathered here, so it was easy to go on a rampage. Oh my. “I’m dying to tell you every single detail of where your life went wrong, but my friend lost an arm, so I don’t have much time, do I?”
I knew it without even having to say it. A territory that disappeared without a trace. The countless amounts of time and money that went into it did not belong to him, but belonged to the 2nd Prince. All of the private soldiers who would become his base have disappeared, the whereabouts of his assets are unknown, and his life is in immediate danger.
“You… you beast! I said those two bastards are blood relatives! If you kill me, the contract will remain forever! Under imperial law, the legitimacy of termination of a contract for ‘biological property’ must be determined through a noble meeting of three or more imperial nobles! Three nobles, two contracting parties! If the minimum conditions are not met, the contract will never be terminated! If you kill me, your bastards will live as slaves forever! If I die and there is no next owner to receive my inheritance, it will be returned to the empire and become the property of the imperial family! forever!”
The Marquis felt a glimmer of hope as he watched Borca’s face harden. Okay, first of all, let’s get out of this crazy place. Didn’t he start from the bottom anyway? As long as you survive, you can make a comeback using the countless bonds you have created so far.
‘Contracts are for nobles anyway, and if you survive here, go find someone who handles contract magic, create another contract based on the magic left on the record, and once you get the contract, bring out the wolf who will kill you for the cub’s life. …’
“Ah~ Noble trial? When you’re backed into a corner, you sound like a bully and yell to follow the law. Good, whatever. “Let’s do it according to the law, according to the law.”
What cut off the Marquis’ thoughts was a terrible saint who shared his body half with the monster who had already shrunk.
The professor grinned and pulled out the chairs where the Marquis’ retainers were sitting. The professor who received the contracts handed over by Notum shouted loudly in front of three empty chairs.
“Ah, I don’t have time, so I’ll skip the ceremony. From now on, we will hold an aristocratic trial to determine whether the contract between the Marquis of Wildeland and 378 slave gladiators under Borka Dalun should be broken~”
“What what?”
“First of all, Hong Connor~ The Marquis of Wildeland, a dark money man who rose from the age of 21 to 42 from a nobleman to a knight marquis. Cheong Corner ~ 304 gladiators who ‘were’ gladiators, excluding the 74 gladiators who were unable to attend due to personal reasons of the parties to the contract. This crazy contract covers ownership of the skin, blood, meat and [everything] after the subject’s death, so those who remained were still held as parties to the contract.”
『Woooo….Woooooo!!!』
At the gesture of Aldrich, who quietly came up the stairs, the ghosts flocked into the room. Under a dark, snowy sky, eerie cries filled the Colosseum.
“Let’s see… we needed the next noble, right? Let’s see… Would each of you who are qualified as an imperial noble please come forward?”
When the professor called, Idrasil, who had been standing behind him, stepped forward.
“Elves are beings who have proven the coronation ceremony of the first emperor in the past. Under Imperial law, the representative of the Elves is permanently granted the equivalent of an Imperial Duke. Although I am not an elven forest, I am the only elf from Kaneran, a branch of that family, to have come to the human world, so I have authority as a representative.”
With the declaration, Idrasil sat down on the chair, and a light came on in the nobility section of the magic contract, as if acknowledging his rights.
“I’m next. I am Warlock Aldrich. The last survivor of an aristocratic family that disappeared without a trace due to a mysterious incident in the past, but who remained in name and in reality on the list of imperial nobles because they did not participate in treason or any other disrespectful act. “I attend the trial as Aldrich Teldemire, the head of the Teldemire family.”
sparkle!
Additional fire coming with a second chair being filled.
“And the third. The third is… um….”
Thanks to Aldrich, who revealed a bit of his story last night, I was able to learn about how the empire works, and thanks to that, I was able to make this plan. The biggest problem was the three nobles, and I thought for a long time about the idea that no matter how hard they tried, religious figures could not exercise their rights as imperial nobles.
Jump up!
“Hahaha! Take it easy, warrior! The roads and buildings are all destroyed, so it’s hard to walk around! Huuu…. It’s not too late, right?”
When the professor pointed to an empty chair instead of answering, Lucilla took a breath and confidently stepped forward and spoke.
“I am Lucilla Aedran. “He is a child of the noble Aedran family of Teldrat, and although he is a noble from a foreign country, he is a noble who has received a letter from the royal family, and he is attending this event because he is treated and has the authority equivalent to a single-ranking baron within the empire.”
.
.
.
.
Flash!
After a vague stir, the final light on the contract finally came on.
Contractor and contractee. And three nobles who will conduct the trial.
The professor, who saw Borka staggering out of the corner of his eye, knocked on the broken table three times and shouted.
“Now then, let the noble trial begin! Skip everything and start right away with the verdict! Nobles-?”
“I acknowledge that the contract is invalid.”
“I admit that the contract is worthless.”
“I admit that a contract cannot be formed.”
Bang, pound, pound!
“end! Break the contract!”
The trial lasted less than 5 minutes. Instead of a wooden mallet, a solid fist hits the table, signaling the end.
『Oooh…. Ahhh….』
Finally, the contract that held everything in life and death disappeared, and at the same time, the souls bound to it began to return to their original destinations.
“This nonsense… How could it happen overnight! A lifetime of hard work in just half a day! Nonsense, nonsense! Yiiii!”
At a glance, I could see that the magical contract had turned into an old piece of paper. The Marquis, who felt that everything he had lost, lost his temper and began swinging his halberd wildly.
“hmm. “The calculation is definitely not correct.”
The professor nodded while looking at the scene, took the sword from the hand of the mercenary who was crushed to death nearby, and handed it to Borka.
“My father was alone for 15 years. There were 378 contracts, so if we count the number of years, it’s 5670 years… roughly, the gladiators lost about 283.5 times. That doesn’t make sense. The gladiator is still alive there. Would you like to be repaid the remaining balance?”
Borka stopped laughing as the hand held the sword and made jokes.
“How much?”
“Let’s see… He looks to be in his early 50s. Bad guys usually live until they poop on the walls, so assuming he lives to be 100, I think he can be repaid for about 50 years.”
Borka measured the weight of the sword in his hand. It’s a bit longer than the familiar gladiator’s sword, but it’s a pretty good sword.
“…That much. “Not bad.”
A werewolf holding a sword in its only arm limped towards the marquis.
“This is what happened after you came! You, the beast, gave me everything!”
The moment when the Marquis’ halberd, who had lost his temper, was blown around like a tempest, and Borka’s sword, which had lost its strength, bounced off the halberd.
Quack!
Borca’s fangs struck the marquis’s neck as he let go of his sword.
Crack, clap, clap.
The sound of a neck bone breaking and a short gasp.
It was the sound that announced the end of the Haunuman fighting competition.
****
