My Villains Chapter 533
68. Travel to the Royal Road (6)
The lord’s castle in Proshafen is a typical stronghold, and it is a very old-fashioned or rustic-style building.
A majestic citadel, a massive military base, and also the residence of the ruler, the lord’s castle was perched on a hill rising in the middle of the downtown district.
When I reached the arched porch after climbing a gentle but long and winding road, I had a clear view of mud-block-like houses and close-knit shops. Passing through the front door and entering the synagogue on the first floor of the Yeongju Castle, one could see the complex city center through the narrow but elongated window.
If only the blades were to trace back memories of the war, you could stand on the top floor of the spire with the whole of Proshaven under your feet. The scenery was so beautiful that I remember almost screaming, “Hey!”
In other words, this lord’s castle was showing off its power in a very primitive way, that is, through height.
The ruler could reassert his authority with a simple act of standing with his back to the noon sun atop a majestic citadel. It is to look down on one’s own city with a god-like view and enjoy the power.
Conversely, those down there would have to bend their necks and frown to see their ruler. If you look up at the spire like that, you might get confused whether it’s a human being or the sun above it.
A bit childish, but a metaphor for power that can be seen everywhere…
This was not limited to the location and shape of the lord’s castle. It seems that those who now occupy this place could not be satisfied with that.
“ =n Ah ……Or
I ran with my men and came to the front of the lord’s castle and faced Nudan’s most elite warriors, Hareskis. I gasped at the sight of them.
These sacred warriors, escorting Asun, the head of the clan, were transformed into her bodyguard shortly after Atalanta, the ‘Daughter of Salvation’ and ‘Victorybringer’, tore to death the insolent oppressors. Through a new oath, the Hareskis served Atalanta, the wandering demigod’s daughter and bloodline of their father, with faith, loyalty and love.
However, due to the aftereffects of a lifetime of hardship and abuse of the power of the void, Atalanta, who faced mental limitations, abandoned all her followers and left. The ‘Zala Dub’ and ‘Rejun’ clans, which were subjugated under her leadership, as well as the ‘Al-Qadari’ clan, which was no different from Atalante’s parents, were almost abandoned. The Hareskis, who served her closest, were no exception.
The sacred warriors left behind were filling the inside and outside of the lord’s castle, equipped with gold-inlaid plate armor and weapons inscribed with magical characters.
They were stern like sharpened blades, but when I approached with my men, they split left and right and opened the way. Well, most of them must have been swordsmen who rolled together in the war, so there was no way they didn’t know me.
“Anuti yudron salam hareth. Long time no see, Funapi.”
A middle-aged man approached me as I got off the bicorn and greeted me in a mixture of Goulan and Milanese.
It was Agos. A warrior representing Hareskis and one of Atalanta’s closest aides. He and I had known each other for quite some time before.
No, it’s not about cutting your face.
They accompanied him for a while in Longville, hunting monsters, and were together when he wandered through the dimension of the powerful soul shaman, Akanku Karamek. Moreover, since only the blades fought together in the war, it would not be awkward to call him a comrade.
But perhaps seeing the rudeness of the guards in the plaza, I frowned before the welcome greeting.
“I really did a lot of money. What is all this like?”
After handing over the reins to Gollman, I reprimanded him by lifting Argos’ splendid mantle. He trembled even as he smiled wryly.
“I had no choice but to put it on because it was ordered by the elders… Isn’t it pretty cool? If I sold this cloak alone, I could buy three or four colts
.”
“It’s cool, but a bitch. You look like a rich man who can’t wait to show off his money.”
“Ha ha……
“And the elder? Aren’t all your elders dead?”
“The elders of al-Qadari do. The ones I spoke to are the elders of the recently formed ‘Nouveau Community’.”
“…Nouveau community?”
That unfamiliar word reminded me of a conversation I had with Atalanta.
Nudein refers to an ethnic group that believes in Gaulangism, and most of them live a nomadic life scattered throughout Middle-earth, except for those who have settled far away in the Amir Sultanate.
It has been differentiated for a long time, and the number of clans, which are the smallest units, has reached hundreds, maybe thousands. Even if they were grouped into the largest group of sects possible, they would split into five or six branches.
One of the five or six denominations was ‘Nouveau’. Other clans following Atalanta, including al-Qadari, also belonged to this nouveau sect.
“But what is the Nouveau community?” “It is literally a community created by the Nouveau denomination. It was formed about three months ago after deliberation by many adults gathered in the city.”
“The elders are the elders?”
“That’s um usually.”
“Ha really. What the hell is going on?”
I laughed and looked back at the Hares kisses that filled the front of the lord’s castle. And he tilted his head slightly.
“by the way. Why are you all gathered here?”
“That… got the signal.”
” signal?”
“The City Guard called an emergency. Until the detailed situation was figured out, the lord castle was being sealed off, but Argos wet his dry lips with a somewhat embarrassed expression.
“If my senses aren’t blunted, I think it’s Hunafi-related.” “Why do you think so?”
“I know since I see John.”
“John? my face?”
“yes. Hunapi always had that look on his face right before he went into battle.”
I groped my face for some reason. I can feel the cold flesh of the winter wind through the thin scaled handcuffs. An expressionless face with no noticeable curve or muscle contraction.
Of course it was in vain. It’s not like I’m carrying a mirror on the battlefield, so what’s the point of knowing what kind of expression I made right before the fight?
“I don’t know… I didn’t come here to fight.”
As Agos’ eyes showed premature relief and suspicious energy, I scratched my eyebrows and added a comment.
“For now, yes.”
“Depending on the circumstances, you may see some blood. I can’t say for sure.”
Yo o ”
“So are you going to stop it?”
For a moment, it seemed as if the temperature in front of the castle had dropped by several degrees. Tension rose between my men and the Hareskis.
There were more than thirty Hareskis who surrounded us to the left and right. They have skills comparable to those of Milanol’s knights, but they are clad in expensive plate armor and magic tools, and they are terrible fanatics who do not care about their own lives.
Seeing their gloomy gaze, my men quietly put their hands on their weapons.
The subordinates who followed me were all eight, including Randell and other Royal Guard troopers, ‘monster seed’ Golman, ‘bone collector’ Mittelman, and ‘first fiend’ Cal Ain.
Kal-Ain lowered his hood to reveal a blue tattoo around his eye, and Mittelman tapped near the quiver with his left hand with an extra thumb.
“……Huh huh?”
Gollman, who had just tied the bicorn and the reins of his horse to the pole, looked around with a puzzled face. And soon, as if he had grasped the situation, he clung to the beautiful tree standing tall behind the pole.
The moment Golman was about to give strength to his waist, and when I finished calculating the Hareskis’ experience points, I was expecting something in my heart. Agos, who was silent for a moment, opened his mouth.
“…the rightful leader of the community of Nouveau is ‘Aran Hares’ Naphidat, and you are his sun.”
He stepped aside and politely bowed his head.
“But how dare we stop Hunapi?”
“……okay?”
“Eat it. I will see you.”
As the leader lowered his head, the Hares Kiss took a few more steps back, reaping their lives. Uncharacteristically for fanatical warriors, a faint sense of relief seemed to pass through their eyes.
On the contrary, I nodded calmly and tried not to show regret.
The corridor leading to the synagogue in the castle was 3 to 4 meters wide and less than 20 meters long. Hagiya, considering that this is a keep that was built a long time ago, this is a spacious and leisurely hallway.
However, to those who occupied the lord’s castle, this hallway seemed insufficient to show off their power. Looking at the elaborately decorated appearance, it seems that the inside is clearly visible.
First, tapestries with borders decorated with gold thread and colorful jewels filled both walls.
The tapestries on the left were embroidered with various geometric symbols and unknown landscapes. The right side, at first glance, was to express the process of suffering and victory and conquest that the Nudin people went through.
A woman flying with a flying purple hair sword while combing a white spear, and a man riding a two-horned demon beast underneath. It was clear that it was engraved with the recent past, but the decoration and atmosphere were so excessive that it seemed to be depicting a creation myth.
“…Really like a nerd.”
I groaned and removed the loose cloth. Eight pairs of curtains hung from the ceiling and hung down to the floor were hung down a short hallway, and all of them had the mark of Goulangyo engraved on them.
It seemed that they were trying to somehow infuse this fucking hallway with a sacred atmosphere, but personally it was annoying and unsightly.
With that irritated feeling, I threw open the door of the synagogue.
“Lu indiwat- Ubu?”
“……Hyala.”
Dozens of pairs of eyes gather. Ignoring those who were making a fuss, I looked around the synagogue all the way.
Here, as I remember, there was a small but sturdy table with maps hanging everywhere. It was the operation room where dozens of knights and officers sat together and contemplated the future.
It’s quite different now.
The walls were filled with religious decorations instead of maps, a red carpet was spread on the floor, and a nice podium was installed opposite the entrance.
Fifteen people were standing under the podium, and there were only four people sitting on the podium. Among the two tiers, there were three chairs with high backs on the lower tier, and a large and heavy chair reminiscent of a king’s throne on the upper tier.
“Agos yalah antina min qiam? Qiam baelmik!”
“Uzuarnar!” Those standing under the podium shouted loudly. Their eyes were directed not to me, but to Argos, who guided me.
Agos stepped forward with his hand on the curved sword at his waist and spoke calmly.
“Hunafi is not good at the language of Goulan, so from now on speak in the language of Milanol or Gelan.”
“Yal? Hyala!”
“On haramzirabun!”
Even after Argos’s words continued, the intermittent chatter did not stop.
After watching the situation for a while, I took a stride. Thanks to the synagogue’s blatant and childish directing, it was very easy to figure out who to take care of.
“Ju Juan? Qirif!”
“Agos walya diam hareth kith! Qiam baelmik!”
I couldn’t understand a single word, but one thing was certain: among the people gathered here, there were very few people who didn’t know me. The proof was that even though he was walking straight to the podium, he was shouting at Agos, Hareskis, and soldiers of unknown affiliation, but no one stopped him.
Nudan soldiers of unknown affiliation, probably the personal guards of the people gathered here, tried to step out, but a Hareskis warned them. Then, more than 20 soldiers backed away, their faces turning pale, almost clinging to the wall.
Those who had gathered under the podium dispersed with frightened faces. The elderly people sitting in the high-backed chairs on the podium opened their mouths as if they couldn’t understand the situation, or just dropped their chins after accidentally meeting their eyes.
Thanks to this, I was able to stand in front of the highest seat in the synagogue without any disturbance.
“…what. Aren’t you young?”
“oh my god.”
The smooth-looking young man looked up at me and blinked his eyes.
“Are you all red knights?”
” that’s right.”
I smiled and grabbed his collar.
“Move. Because I have to work.”
“Aluf, what a mess-”
Before he could finish, he flew about 7 meters toward the entrance. The young man slammed the floor violently and gasped as if he was suffocating, and the startled nude Danes rushed to him and supported him.
“Everyone shut up. A voice filled with magic
lifted the synagogue heavily.
As the confused, puzzled or hostile gazes gathered again, I sat on the throne proudly.
As Agos and Hareskis followed my men and stood next to the throne, the elders and Nudans, presumed to be nobles, gasped.
“Lu mawzir! Hiem hyalia ozom! Ondoro rauram!”
Meanwhile, a middle-aged man pointed at me and yelled at me. Randell and another guardsman stopped them with a cold hand gesture.
Then, he quietly reached out his hand toward the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man in a tunic and even a chaperone, uncharacteristic of a nude, shook his shoulders in surprise, but soon started shouting at me again.
But that’s for a while.
Zutsutsu.
“Ohg lu lu dom?”
The middle-aged man groaned and stumbled as if he felt something strange. He touched his face with trembling hands. And when that hand reached my chest.
Pak!
It was as if a bomb exploded in my chest. Blood splattered everywhere, and at the same time, the head and both arms were also
bounced off. Both legs, which were on the ground, collapsed like pieces of wood.
“Ughhhhhh!”
“Hyala oh hyala!”
The nudes gathered in the hall screamed in panic at the scene where the human exploded on its own. The soldiers who had been warned and retreated hurriedly ran outside, but the others couldn’t do that. Because Gollman and Kal-Ain had closed the door firmly.
“Off.”
No matter how little mana and untrained body, it
was not usually a difficult skill to explode ‘Blood Blast’ in someone else’s body.
Thanks to that, I was able to breathe for a while, and only after I had captured the seething mana, I was able to open my mouth.
“shut up.”
The synagogue then fell silent.
