51. Salvation Church (1)
“…But how!”
“Isn’t that Deonhardt’s choice? He must have thought about it and made that choice, and even if something happens because of it, he will have to take responsibility.”
A bored voice falls softly, as if it has nothing to do with him. Nemeseus was speechless and could not speak for a moment.
There’s no way it doesn’t matter. If a sword is damaged, the repercussions will also affect the owner who used it.
Even though he knew that the emperor couldn’t know that fact, he couldn’t understand it, so he forced his lips that wouldn’t fall apart and opened them.
“…Your Majesty may have to share that responsibility.”
“It doesn’t matter. Isn’t this what an emperor is supposed to be?”
“….”
“I’m just kidding. It’s worth seeing your expression.”
The emperor made a low sound on his mokuldae. A sound like laughter lingered in the back of my throat.
It’s absurd that the author, who calls himself a tyrant, says things that are the standard of a saint, but I never thought he’d show such a blatant expression.
Thinking that he needed to learn how to hide his facial expressions, the emperor slowly came up with an answer to Nemeseus’ words.
There is no grand reason.
It’s a very simple story.
“I am not so incompetent that I cannot cover up even the mistakes of those I care about.”
“….”
“Is this enough of an answer, General?”
Although I cannot be a saint enough to generously cover everyone’s mistakes, I can be a saint enough to those I care about.
Giving generosity, money, time, and power that should be equally invested in other useless things to a few people.
Emperor Edoardo had the power and ability to do so, and there was no one who could refute it.
Therefore, unless it is a fairly serious accident such as treason, most accidents can be resolved.
“If the mistake is something Jim can’t handle, then Jim’s eyesight is wrong.”
Even so, nothing will change. It just increases the amount of responsibility.
Additionally, the likelihood of something like that happening will be significantly less.
“There’s no way Jim would mindlessly surround a dangerous person.”
“If you do…”
“There is a leash.”
Cruel Hart.
The Emperor smiled slowly, remembering Deonhardt’s older brother.
[In order to destroy the family, he even claimed to be the companion of a warrior who was not even a member of the Eight Emperors. But why….]
The conversation with Deon Hart, who had just returned from the Demon World and burst into the banquet hall covered in blood, started to get wild the moment Cruel Hart became a hot topic.
Perhaps it was because I had just heard the news of Cruel becoming a hero that I couldn’t control my emotions.
As if the condensed emotions were exploding, the direction of the words changed and the tone of the voice rose.
The voice, which was getting louder as if it was going to spill out at any moment, suddenly died down the moment the emperor made eye contact.
I realized it too late. Who is the person sitting in front of me?
The emperor did not bother to criticize his rudeness.
Because I know how extreme Deonhardt’s feelings toward his family are. And how much it benefits you.
Hate killing rage.
From his point of view, they are the ones who pushed a weak child, who was only 14 years old, into the battlefield.
After fighting on the battlefield for eight years, Deon’s hatred for his family grew like a snowball, and when he finally stood before the emperor in recognition of his contribution in the war, he refused all rewards and asked for only one thing.
[Please allow me to destroy the family with my own hands.]
There was no reason to refuse.
Although Count Hart is a family that has been loyal to the royal family for generations, that is not a great advantage for him, who ascended to the throne through rebellion. In other words, there is no reason to keep it.
The incredible Count Hart family and the individual Deon Hardt, who can be used as a great sword if done well.
[Good.]
Without hesitation, the emperor sided with the individual.
Of course, it wasn’t something I listened to right away. At this point, it would be better to solve other issues at the same time, and if you are going to use it as a sword, wouldn’t it be better to refine it a little harder?
[However, I am a little doubtful as to whether it is worth it for me to give up my ‘family’ and choose you, the ‘individual’.] […What should
I do?]
[It just so happens that the hero is there to deal with the Demon King. He was preparing to leave the empire.]
As a companion of a hero, he came to deal with the devil.
Although the Duke suggested it, it was a bit odd, but it was an excellent way to refine the sword called Deon Hart.
The results were great.
He has recovered the body of a defeated warrior. At this level, even those who opposed him because he did not possess the ‘fragments of a hero’ would have no choice but to acknowledge him as a ‘hero’.
From the emperor’s perspective, it seemed like something more should have been added.
however.
Despite the Emperor’s position of not wanting Deonhart to be ruined, he stuck to his starting position in exchange for money and land.
[It looks like Count Hart will be very quiet tonight. What do you think?] [
…Thank you for your consideration.]
Since a promise is a promise, the Emperor obediently accepted his request.
Once you have made your decision, hesitation is useless. The emperor secretly prevented unrelated people from coming around Count Hart’s mansion that night, and Deon Hart killed everyone in the mansion without being caught.
One thing that was unexpected was that Cruel Hart was not at the mansion that day. Even worse, he came back while Deonhardt was busy with work.
The story might have been different if I had been at the mansion from the beginning or had only come the next morning after everything was over.
However, as fate would have it, Cruel Hart witnessed with his own eyes Deon Hardt murdering his family members and survived.
It was a little different than expected, but in the end it was a good hand to control Deonhardt.
Even so, if the Hart family’s extinction incident attracted attention and Cruel Hart, one of the few survivors of the family, was killed, the repercussions would be significant. How many people can stop that?
In the end, in order to kill Cruel Hart, you must not pretend to be with the emperor.
‘The reason Duke Illuster trusts Cruel Hart and keeps him by his side is probably similar to this.’
Deon Hart will be Cruel Hart’s leash.
Is there anything more funny than this? They are each other’s leash.
The emperor held up his hand, suppressing a sigh filled with complex emotions that was about to burst out.
“Please don’t mention anything more about Hany Deon Hart.”
***
Wow, what kind of yard is full of such cute things? Is this a new type of installation art? What if someone steals it?
Or money? Are you trying to brag that our family has this much money? I’m jealous whose house it is.
…Whose house is it? It’s my house!!
“What is that!?”
I’ve never bought anything like that!
Could it be that the knights caused an accident again? We need to get rid of these right away.
I stood up and slammed the desk, intending to run as soon as I could figure out the cause.
A few papers fluttered down, but the sight outside the window was too impactful to pay attention to such things right now, so I didn’t even notice them.
These shiny things are forming a small hill in my yard. How many documents are there now?
Even while I was half in a daze, the calm old man’s voice leisurely lingered in my ears.
“These are given by His Majesty as a reward for catching a spy.”
“It’s not necessary, it’s burdensome. Send it back immediately!”
“If you do that, the Count’s spirit will likely return to where it came from, so I dare to oppose it on behalf of this old man’s loyalty.”
“….”
No matter what I said, it was like that…
Thanks to you, I came to my senses. Yes, I gave it to you, but how would you feel if you rejected it saying you didn’t need it? If you’re a tyrant, it’s not strange no matter what you do, so just keep your mouth shut and accept it.
‘…If you’re going to give a reward, don’t give it like that, but take it to Hart’s territory or back.’
Perhaps the reason he didn’t mention the reward for catching the spy in his conversation with me was because he anticipated my thoughts. Damn, he’s a tyrant and even has a good head.
I felt like my throat was burning due to the fever, so I picked up the teacup on the desk.
‘As expected, it smells good.’
However, I couldn’t get more than a few sips and put it down again. I wonder if smelling this scent makes me want to go to the bathroom.
This is the same tea that the crown prince and princess drank when they had tea time. The crown prince took care of it before leaving the palace.
I couldn’t bear to just throw away the prince’s gift, so I threw it on the table in my room as soon as I got home, but when Remember the butler found it, he often brought it out with refreshments whenever he was at work.
That wasn’t the only thing Remember came up with.
smart. There was a cautious knocking sound. Remember opened the door, took something, came over and put it down on the desk.
What was placed on the tray was none other than a bowl of herbal decoction that looked like it could be used.
“It’s time to take your medicine.”
“…Do I really have to eat that?”
“It was sent by the palace doctor. If it’s good for you, it’s good, but it’s not bad, so eat it quickly. I’ve already completed the poison test.”
I thought it was just empty words, but the palace doctor really sent the medicine to the count’s residence. It’s not even just 1-2 weeks. Is this the equivalent of almost a month?
I am grateful, but I don’t like writing things…
Of course, my rejection didn’t have any effect on Remember.
He grins and holds out a decoction. The behavior is polite, but is it because of the feeling of unspoken pressure?
“I’m full now.”
My stomach was full because I drank tea.
“Still, eat it.”
“….”
The decoction was extremely bitter.
As I was frowning, a piece of candy entered my mouth. I was startled and raised my head, and my eyes met with silver-blue eyes smiling gently.
…This butler is real. I am not a child.
‘But the candy is delicious. Does it taste like strawberries?’
I rolled the candy on my tongue and looked out the window again. I still feel like my head hurts just looking at all the shiny things piled up in the yard.
Those are the biggest problems, how should I deal with them?
I tapped the desk with my fingers and opened my mouth in a daze.
“Remember.”
“Yes, Count.”
“I will entrust half of them to Remembert. Use it for the mansion’s budget. The other half will be saved separately.”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Ah, please set some aside. I have a place to use it.”
“How much would you like?”
“Enough to gather information.”
He pulled the string and called the maid.
“Lien “Bring the Sir.”
To summarize, the money set aside went into the hands of Sir Lien, the leader of our Order of Murderous Demons and the only sane person. The
purpose was none other than to investigate information about the ‘Church of Salvation’.
Like a conscientious knight, she A few days later, he came with two bundles of documents, one detailing where and how much money was spent, and the other information he had discovered, and
now he said,
“The Church of Salvation is a new religion that is expanding its influence mainly in the slums. He was collecting believers by distributing bread and water.”
He was politely reporting the information he had found in front of me.
“Unlike usual pseudo-religions, there is no such thing as asking you to believe in the ‘cultist’ or pay ‘money’. All I can say is to believe in ‘salvation’…”
“‘Salvation’… It’s too abstract…”
