Chapter 359 Memorial Ceremony
Gadish Crombell. One of the royal families who reign in the Second Heaven.
He was an unidentified Elyos who showed interest in licks.
I catch my eye at the word illegitimate child, but what I care more about is…..
[Gadish Crombell]
-A tower worshiper.
– Du-gu-du-du-du-gu! Silver level!
tower worshiper. I thought it would be there, but I thought it would be here. Also of royal origin.
why? Isn’t there anything lacking if you’re a royalty? Why would I have to become a tower worshiper…
I don’t know. That’s it, he must have his own reasons. I don’t care about the personal history of the worshiper.
‘Did he show interest in the lick because he’s a tower worshipper?’
Their purpose is to keep the tower forever.
It is possible that he approached a lick that appeared to be a climber. It would have been easy to find out. He walks around wearing a silver hairtail suit and a helmet.
Others won’t be surprised by system calibration, but admirers may differ. Even if you attack a climber right away, they don’t get a penalty.
‘Come to think of it, that guy’s position is perfect. You can play royalty for the rest of your life. The world view is also fixed.’
I slowly lowered my gaze. I stared too long. You don’t need to draw attention by doing something that stands out.
The king’s words continued as many thoughts passed by.
“I heard that your credit is great. You played a big part in successfully stopping Giggsen’s monster wave.”
“It’s overrated.”
He humbly bowed his head.
I don’t think I called you simply to congratulate you on the ball. If that was the case, I would have called right after the battle.
It was after he had already received rewards such as gold coins and medals.
Belbreg, the conductor at the time, called me as soon as he returned, so I guess he had a different purpose.
Roughly two reasons come to mind.
There are some things Belbreg can’t say directly. The first is…
“I heard there was an unusual gate.”
This is it. Irregular gate. It was the first type I had ever seen, but it seemed unfamiliar to them as well.
The eyes of Gadishu, who was standing next to him, shone.
This was expected. Belbreg would have posted the report, so it was only natural to take follow-up measures.
I didn’t know you could call me directly. I guess that’s why you’re interested.
maybe you don’t know Ancient monsters may have appeared in other areas as well. I’m the only one here who’s experienced them firsthand.
“Ancient monsters have appeared. It was an unusual gate that kept pouring out monsters unless the boss was defeated.”
“That means you killed the boss.”
“It was possible because of my colleagues.”
The King smiled. The crown worn on the head is desirable.
You should get that too. Only then can the quest be cleared.
Maybe this is a golden opportunity. No one can enter the castle.
If I had to, I was going to attack the castle before clearing it and take it away.
[Gahimus]
-Leader of Royal Knights
-He is good at magic (physics) that divides people into two!
[Homein]
-Royal Knight
-Your hair can turn into a morning star.
I felt like I wouldn’t be able to pick out a bone if I just rushed at it.
No, even the king himself sitting over there is powerful.
[Gardi Crombell]
-King of the 2nd Heaven
-Have you ever seen the sun burning with divinity?
– You couldn’t see it. Everyone who saw it died!
It’s not that there’s no way, but I’d like to keep that as a last resort.
“I heard that the people who went in together weren’t very helpful.”
“There were people who entered the gate first before we entered. It would have been difficult alone.”
It’s real. If it wasn’t for the hair loss man, it wouldn’t have been easy.
“Even so, your ball will not fade. Afterwards, if the gate that appeared in Gixen recurs, I hope you will use your strength. General Bellebreg, work with Evileye to gather detailed information.”
“I will follow your orders!”
“And…”
the king was silent for a moment.
The second topic you might want to ask me.
Nothing else. It must be about the resistance.
A recent issue that has come to mind. The lords of Gixen would have said. That the Resistance White Horn was protecting Giggsen before we left.
“Those who entered the gate first said they were the Resistance. Just like those who rose up in the capital today.”
I knew it. Is this the main point?
“I already knew about the Whitehorn. It’s not that big, and it’s at the level of the security guard of the territory, so I just didn’t care.”
He clenched his chin with an expression of disapproval.
The bureaucrats, noticing the uncomfortable feeling, lowered their heads saying they were sorry.
“If you give me the command, I will sweep them all away and come back.”
“They are ungrateful brutes. Please take this opportunity to show your dignity.”
“You must punish those who do not properly manage the territory and send troops to suppress the rioters.”
The knight commander and high-ranking nobles said a word to each other.
Are they climbers? If that was the case, I would have given the order a long time ago. They are protesting near the capital, not anywhere else.
There must be a reason why you left it alone. Whether you have other purposes or you can’t afford to care about them.
Well, even if you know that fact, you might be teasing your mouth to get attention.
He raised his hand to silence the nobles and looked down at me.
“Leave it. They also need a place to vent their anger. That is also a virtue that the upper classes must endure. It is only natural that it will explode in the wrong direction if it is clamped.”
Is it true that when you become a royal family, your perspective broadens? I didn’t choose to wipe it out because it was annoying.
On the contrary, I am telling you to be angry. That’s how confident they are, and they’re distributed as royalty.
“Above all, their anger was justified. It is best to give them time to mourn.”
what is this again
It’s justified anger. Looking at the atmosphere, everyone seems to agree.
Nobles muttering to each other. I focused on hearing.
“Oh, stupid Baron Giggsen. How could I not even escort her properly?”
“His knights are of a low level, but they were attacked on the way to the capital. Aying how shallow I was.”
“I heard it was almost destroyed. In the meantime, he took good care of his own life. I don’t know how to be ashamed.”
“Isn’t he also recovering from an injury? There must have been some who were pushed out because of the monster wave.”
Bellebreg, who was sitting next to him, gnashed his teeth.
The questions are now solved. Why did Belbreg make such a face in the transmission room, or why did protests break out in the capital?
‘Failed to evacuate with the permanent residents.’
Despite Belbreg’s attempts to save his life, he failed.
Even though he promised in the name of a nobleman. This fact would have spread through the survivors and would have irritated the lower class, who were like their family and acquaintances.
Something is wrong.
‘There’s no way I was attacked by monsters.’
Because Gixen was blocked off and the area was covered with all sorts of obstacles and mines. The guys who came over during the monster wave passed through there? impossible.
Even the state of successfully blocking the monster wave. It makes no sense even more.
Amid the growing doubts, Gaddy Crombell continued.
“The cause lies with them. It’s a very confusing state, so you’d better avoid unnecessary friction. So I have an order for you and General Bellebreg.”
As he beckoned, a waiting official opened an edict.
“The Marquis Bellebregue and Evileye must hold a memorial event for the survivors of Gixen and convince the members of the Resistance and their bereaved families to stop the protests. The event schedule and rewards are as follows…”
A nobleman recited a command in a loud voice. I nodded.
I called because of this.
The purpose was clear.
“No matter what anyone says, you are the heroes of Gixen. The cause of protesters lies with the victims. If we block that, the lower classes will lose their reason to stand up.”
It’s okay for the person concerned, but a third party can’t go wild.
It means to end the protest before the nature of the protest changes, from commemorating the victims of Gixen to representing the resentment of the lower classes.
Even now, because I wanted to be at this time, I was expressing my dissatisfaction with the lower classes, and this poses a great threat to the caste system society.
As the world itself is in a state of perishing, they are in a state where they cannot carelessly do anything to them. Quite an effective yet peaceful way.
“…to finish the order with the above. Marquis Bellebreg and Evileye, move immediately.”
“I accept the command!”
“I accept the command!”
Bellebreg and I shouted at the same time.
* * *
About two days later.
Perhaps it was because of the lack of command, and the preparations for the event were completed quickly.
He gave away a house in the capital city with his bereaved family and promised support necessary for living.
Needless to say, he brought his acquaintances from Gixen to persuade them. There was just one problem.
“No word from the Resistance.”
“It disappeared without a trace. It looks like they’ve moved locations. Because I don’t like to show it off.”
Resistance members, including the hair loss man, could not be invited.
I even turned on the community and asked.
[hair loss]: I’m somewhere else now. Headquarters contacted me to join.
[Petit Gongdu]: It’s a pity, but I can’t help it. Does that matter?
[Hair loss on your head]: ㅇㅇ Nothing else, just getting bigger. It’s crazy because there are so many applicants.
[Your hair loss]: Oh, I’m getting a job title here! Now you are the branch manager!
[Petit Gongdu]: Oh oh oh! Power!
All I could hear was that it was elsewhere.
this can’t be helped Sorry, but now we have to go ahead with the event.
The march of veterans of Belbreg Gixen and me. The bodies of the deceased are collected and moved to the national mortuary.
After controlling the roads, they decorated the event venue to share food and drinks with everyone, as well as mobilizing a band and dancers to soften the atmosphere.
At the end, the atmosphere is reversed by revealing the rewards received by the bereaved families who succeeded in persuasion.
It’s a bonus to say that through the testimonies of Giggsen’s survivors, we did our best to protect him.
“You have to move slowly. Go in the carriage.”
A soldier came out and called for Bellebreg.
A military chariot pulled by war horses. It was rough but strong, and the appearance of soldiers dressed in armor was quite impressive.
Bellebreg is also wearing the armor he wore on the battlefield.
“Ah, Evileye-sama, you should change into this.”
“Keuheum, your armor is a bit fried.”
Unfortunately, the fall line set was rejected. Rainbow armor is kind of like that at memorial events.
“To that.”
Deokchun shook his head. Don’t do that. The guy who always gets on the fell line set.
All preparations are complete.
With a confident appearance, they got into the carriage and started the procession. Soldiers carrying coffins with the faces of the dead following behind the wagons.
In response, the wind band begins a solemn and magnificent performance.
The slightly excited streets calm down, and all the passers-by bow their heads in silence.
The same goes for Belbreg and me. Other nobles who participated in the peddling also lowered their heads, making the lower classes look surprised.
Some giggled and wept, while others kept their mouths closed while clenching their fists.
The timing of a successful event.
“Aaaaaaagh!”
Screams were heard from where the nobles were.
– Kwaaaaaang!
the ensuing riot.
“Hi-yi-ing!”
“this!”
The startled horse veered off course and galloped away.
– Ku-gu-gu-gu-gu!
– Kwagwagwang!
“What!”
“Damn it, run away!”
“It’s terrorism! What are the soldiers doing!”
“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”
The soldiers pulled out their swords to settle the situation.
Citizens screaming at the flashing blade and running away.
It took only an instant for the streets to turn into mayhem.
