My Villains Episode 536
68. Travel to Wang Dao (9)
The place the party stayed was an accommodation facility called ‘The Emperor’s Attic’.
Tucked away in the heart of Proshafen’s inner-city district, the Emperor’s Attic was more like a salon or cafe than an inn. Although large and small luxury rooms are located on the 3rd and 4th floors, the main customers were those who filled the parlor on the 2nd floor.
Perhaps in the past, Gellan aristocrats were the main users. Now, even among the nudes who occupied Angst, those with high social status came in and out as regulars to imitate the settled aristocrats.
“Haha, long time no see. Kyeong-eun-no no, His Excellency the Count is still the same.”
“Sir Bran.”
Did they kick out all the guests? The only thing filling the lonely drawing room was my party, my subordinates, and the two guests.
I smiled cheerfully and put on a shy expression as I held hands with Ho-in, who greeted me.
“No, why did you get here?”
“Have you not heard the news? I heard that His Excellency the Marquis sent a letter.”
“Your Excellency Marquis? You mean the Marquis of Eavon?”
I asked the question, and before Sir Bran could answer, I got a rough idea of the situation
.
Sir Bran is a man from a family of gentlemen who have settled down in Antrum for several generations. Thanks to his merits in the war with only the blade, he was promoted to the rank of knight after receiving the title of Earl Os, the ‘Little Fox’. His ‘Lancabel family’ became a proud aristocratic family.
He had only a few small villages in one village with less than 500 households, but he was a typical Toho who exerted absolute influence only within his own territory.
But let’s be honest – Sir Bran’s true worth was not in his useful prowess or in his humble family’s small estate or a handful of troops. What should be noted was the old man who claimed to be the guardian of the Lancabel family for nearly 10 years after being saved by Sir Bran’s uncle.
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. Have you been waiting long?”
The old man, who was sitting on the soft sofa, was leisurely brushing his beard, even though it was the count’s visit.
“Hehe, wait a long time.” He is an old man who deserves it. Wasn’t he a battle mage representing the western part of the kingdom and the one who earned the title of great mage by inventing his own spell? No matter how much I am the prince of the empire, this is not the time to bow my head.
Oggshlizo shook his head with a benevolent smile.
“I didn’t even notice the time passing while chatting with Miss Ellen here.”
“…Is that so?”
It’s hard to believe, but it was Ellen, not Theodora or Iophya, who served the two waiting guests first.
The guy who was sitting next to Oggschlizo, sipping a Southern-style fruit drink, glanced at me.
“I looked around and said it would come right away, so why is it so late? I’ve been waiting for two hours.”
“I was late because I wanted to be late, because something bothered me all of a sudden… No, Sir Bran and the old man are fine, but why are you so upset?”
Ellen’s high nose pierces the sky. I’ve said it all because he’s a guy who looks down on all the nobles and doesn’t associate with them.
The pride of being a descendant of a legendary—no, a mythical archmage, the memory of being looked down upon by peers as a child, and the experience of gaining power inappropriate for one’s age through crises and adversity…. Shall I say that I lost my bag in the middle of the day?
Perhaps for this reason, Ellen used to share the ‘class’ or ‘class’ of the people around her, and this tendency became more intense after becoming the high master of the palace.
It wasn’t hard to notice that he was such an easy-to-read guy, that Ellen considered me and Princess Heila Theodora to be of a similar level, and a very small minority.
Looking at it now, it seems that Oggshlizo is also one of those few.
In fact, he was a servant who had reached the realm through an original path, and he must have spent two or three times as many years as Ellen’s age in training. As a magician, you can’t help but respect him.
Or, the appearance of an old wizard with fine wrinkles and a white beard might have reminded him of his teacher, Grand Master Jemar, who lost his life while protecting himself. Looking at Ellen’s uncharacteristic polite and caring attitude, I think this one is closer to the correct answer.
Hearing Ellen’s bruise through one ear, I looked back at the two guests and burst out laughing.
“The Marquis said he would send someone, so I thought he would send a reliable messenger… but I never imagined that you two would come.”
“It has already been half a century since Lancabell served Ariaga. Few messengers are as trustworthy as I am.”
“What is it like?”
Looking at the happy faces that were with only the blade of the war, it feels like the stress I received from Proshafen, which has become a mess, is
flying away in an instant. I put my curiosity aside and simply solved the question.
Regards and handling of personal affairs. For a while, beer and fragrant wine overflowing with foam will come and go. Oggshlizo got to the point.
“Well, you’d better finish your work before the alcohol gets too much.”
“A job?”
“exactly. They’ll be waiting for days over there, so let’s talk first.” The old wizard made a strange noise and got up with a groaning sound as he approached the fireplace that occupied one wall. Then, as I took out of my bosom a glass bottle containing something like gray steam, scorched twigs and glittering powder, I guessed what he was trying to do.
Ellen stood up with her eyes wide open as if she noticed more than I did.
“Could that be ‘eternal smoke’?”
“You have good eyesight. Indeed, Miss Ishio Ellen, the equal of the palace.”
“oh my god. Are you going to use it now?”
“Why is that?”
When I asked a question by touching it with my elbow, he answered with a slightly confused expression.
“I told you, it’s an eternal smoke. It is a precious material from the other world that cannot be obtained even with money.”
“Hey, I knew that too. But since you’re a marquess, there’s nothing you can’t get with money.”
“Is the powder platinum? What is that? Burned in the flames of the other world.”
“this. I wanted to surprise you, but it seems your intentions have already been discovered.” Before I could fully comprehend the situation, Oggshlizo murmured something as he dumped the ingredients he had pulled out onto the fireplace.
“Ex ignis ut aromus ayair.”
Dudududuk!
Sparks erupted loudly as the scorched twigs and glittering powder were consumed by the fire.
Perhaps misunderstood by the sudden roar, the parlor door burst open, and his men armed with weapons poured in
.
“Lord Ellen!”
“what! What are you talking about!”
Ellen and I were preoccupied with the flames, so it was up to Goleman and Mira, who were guarding their seats in one corner of the drawing room, to dissuade the startled bodyguards and guardsmen.
Then, as the white-colored flames gushed out and overflowed from the fireplace, the old wizard’s wrinkled hands slashed them lightly. A gentle breeze dampened the flames, and Oghschlizo, watching them cautiously, uncorked the vial and let the smoke pour out.
Whoop Whoop!
Instead of scattering in all directions, the smoke swirled in the air, containing white fire. The white flames, which had moved to Ogshlizo’s eye level, swayed here and there and transformed into human busts. It was a scene that was hard to imagine, so even the men who came in with a hideous force opened their mouths.
But it was too early to be surprised. It was because the bust of flame, which imitated a middle-aged man, opened its mouth with a happy expression.
“Oh finally. Are you Mr. Ogshlizo?”
“Who else would it be? What about the Marquis?”
“I will bring you right now. Please wait a moment.”
The human form was scattered and the road turned into a ball of fire.
”……under.”
Ellen, who watched the scene with even breath holding back, let out a sound like a moan.
“Are you connected with the Marquis Eabon of Antrum and Lianwell?”
“Well, not Antrum. Probably ‘Multingham’. The Marquis is on a trip and says, “Is this ‘The Manifestation of Fire’? I thought it was an actual spell.”
Ogshulizo smiled wryly at the surprise in his voice and ran his beard down.
“Heh, Miss Ellen is overestimating this old man. This is ‘Colbian Manifestation’. It cannot be compared to the spells in the legend.”
“Ah, the appearance of Colbian…
In the conversation between the two wizards, the only thing I could understand was the name ‘Colbian’. I heard that he left behind a number of unique legacies, such as paints used in magic circles and slow-down spells using caramel, as a great wizard of the ‘King of Baekmyeon’ in the last century.
No, I’ve also heard of ‘The Manifestation of Fire’ sometime. It
‘s like a skill used by a certain name
.
oh!” He was an impressive old man with a neatly trimmed beard, combed hair, and a finely wrinkled face. He looked around the drawing room with exclamation and greeted with a smiley tone.
“It is a strange sight. It’s all burning like a salt system. Hey, is everyone okay?”
“it’s okay. Your Excellency is just like a fire spirit.”
“I?”
“yes.”
The Marquis Eavon, the great lord of Antrum, called the old fox of Aryagar—no, the white fireball that assumed his form looked down at his hand in wonder. For a moment, too, he burst out laughing.
“Haha, did you get caught! I am Ifrit, the fire spirit king! Lower your heads, you insignificant humans!”
This grandfather is still there.
I laughed at that pathetic look. However, the sight of a fireball floating in the air bursting with laughter was very menacing.
The subordinates who had lowered their weapons returned to the fighting posture, and Gollman, who had stopped them, came out with a worried expression and looked at Ellen.
“it’s okay. It’s not a big deal, so everyone go out.”
“Lord, but.”
“what. Do you think I will be eaten by that little Ifrit?”
Seeing him hesitantly, I touched my forehead.
” get out.”
I suppressed my irritation and gestured, and only then did my subordinates retreat. The Marquis of Eabon was giggling at what was so funny.
“What are you so excited about?”
“Wouldn’t that be fun? The famous red knight’s subordinates shudder at the majesty of this body. The virgin who warmed my bed yesterday wasn’t even that good.”
I quietly wrinkled my face, but the old man didn’t care and continued talking with a pleasant expression.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen your face, isn’t it nice to see you?” “Ah yes. Nice to meet you. From what I’ve heard, it seems like I spent a lot of money on this. You’re not kidding, are you?”
“I spent some gold coins. I also saw Sir’s bamboo statue, so I think I’ve hit even harder with this.”
“Heh heh- it’s a joke, a joke.”
Marquis Eabon, who corrected his expression, spoke in a seemingly serious tone.
“Isn’t it just trusting me and crossing the edge of the knife? You can’t lure a red knight in with a few letters with poor content. I thought it was polite to show this level of sincerity.” “I thought a henchman with full power would come, but… Well, it’s much better to have a direct conversation.”
It is also satisfactory that Sir Bran and Oggshlizo have come. I don’t think I would have used my favorite vassal and the most powerful magic power as bait to cheat.
“Then you must have done such a troublesome thing to give me an accurate explanation, right?”
“Exactly.”
“Then let’s listen.”
I buried myself on the sofa and asked the Marquis.
“How do you plan to get me into the royal capital?”
“It is very simple. I have prepared a decent identity for you.”
“What is your status?”
“He is a swordsman who trained in the Ohit family, a prestigious swordsman in the Mittergerant Empire. His name is ‘Ludo’. He is from Asuberg and has a great desire for wealth and success.”
“Swordsman? A swordsman from Asuberg in the Empire?” “Yes.” I was speechless and quietly scratched my eyebrows.
“…How does the swordsman of the empire get into the royal capital? No, how do you cross the gate? What about the streets of glory? Didn’t you say you could let me into the streets of glory?”
The fireball old man shrugged.
“To be precise, I said I would let you go to the Royal College.”
“So how can a swordsman from the Empire go to the Royal University?”
“Is it strange that a teacher goes to the university?”
“yes?”
When I made a stupid sound, the old ho smiled a little searing smile.
“Ludo, the swordsman from Asuberg, is an excellent swordsmanship teacher who has been certified by Count Jovian, the third cousin of King Zacharys.”
Count Jovian.
A descendant of the royal family and the great lord of Oak Delhi. The fake father of Panabel, the young wife of the Marquis of Eavon.
As I groped for the name Jovian, the Marquis continued.
“It is not strange that a swordsman who is said to be an aide of the royal family was invited to the Royal College these days, when interest in the swordsmanship of the empire has increased through the Blade Man War.”
I opened my mouth wide at Marquis Eavon’s nonchalant words.
