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Episode 507: I will ask the king for his guilt (5)

Giselle nodded at Count Palantz's request for a duel.

"A duel… I will accept it."

Count Palantz bit his lip at Giselle's insolent words. Still, he was able to endure the provocation because it gave him hope.

That little brat has become a bit famous lately, but I don't think he's good enough to beat me.

Wasn't he the best master in the kingdom even before that guy became famous?

Belinda whispered next to Giselle.

"Just push it away. Why are you holding it in?"

"I'm going to try and set a record."

"Yes? What record?"

"Taking the capital without shedding a single soldier's blood. Isn't that worth a try?"

As a man, I can't stand this kind of feat. I don't have to do it on purpose, but I didn't have to refuse it when I could.

The Royal Knights were known for their high level. Since their numbers were so different, they could be pushed back quickly, but there was no guarantee that no knights or soldiers would die or get injured in the process.

When Giselle gestured, everyone stepped back to make room. The same went for the royal guard and the royal knights.

Belinda, who knew Giselle's wayward personality, shook her head.

"Anyway, who can stop him? At least the other soldiers are safe."

Belinda's words, 'The other soldiers will be safe' implied that Giselle would win.

Count Palantz let out a ragged breath after hearing those words. He didn't like the relaxed attitude of the two people so much that he wanted to kill them.

"You cheeky bastards… … Do I look that funny to you?"

"Well… … I don't mean to be funny, but I don't think I'd lose?"

"Yeah, you were known for being arrogant. Today I'm going to fix that bad habit of yours."

Paaak!

An aura blade shot out fiercely from Count Palantz's sword.

Then, Jiselle also took a stance and grumbled.

"Let's see what it takes to be the 'second' strongest in the kingdom."

"this guy!"

Those were the words that Count Palantz hated the most, because he was always considered second to Count Balzac.

Of course, he didn't admit it. He thought that if he fought with his life on the line, he would definitely win.

This is where you can show how strong you are.

Kwaaaaang!

Count Palantz brought his sword down on Giselle's head like a bolt of lightning, intending to press her down without giving her a chance to breathe.

Kaaaaang!

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Jiselle raised his sword to block the attack. At the same time, his body began to be enveloped in black energy.

Count Palantz's sword aimed for Giselle's side in an instant. There was no flashy change, but it was fast and steady, as befitting a knight's sword.

Kaang!

The sword was blocked again. However, Count Palantz paid no attention and immediately moved his sword. He aimed only at the part of Giselle that could inflict a fatal wound.

'Technology is my top priority!'

Count Palantz truly thought so.

The Earl of Fenris's fame had been heard quite a bit. Considering his age, it would not be an exaggeration to call him a genius.

However, being young was bound to be a weakness, because no matter how successful he was in war, he would lack experience in one-on-one combat.

'Youthful spirit and guest-like behavior end here!'

There was no way that Earl Fenris could handle his skills that were so aggressive.

I definitely thought so… … .

Kang! Kaang! Kaang!

'What, what is it?'

As time went on, his sword was being blocked more and more easily. His opponent didn't even show any signs of struggling. Rather, the counterattacks that came in between were eerily terrifying.

Even though he tried to attack more, he was pushed back more and more.

"What is this… … ."

The sword of Count Palantz, who was in a panic, began to tremble more and more. His posture became increasingly unstable, but the opponent's sword still approached him fiercely.

Kaang! Kaang! Kwaaang!

Count Palantz, who was barely able to block Giselle's sword, suddenly lost his composure and exposed his chest.

Come on!

"Ugh!"

Count Palantz's armor was cut long and blood gushed out from his chest. He barely managed to pull himself back, panting and looking bewildered.

"Oh, how could you… … ."

Whether it was technique or strength, he was no match for them. He couldn't believe that the young man had risen to a higher level than him.

Jiselle said with her red eyes shining in the black aura.

"You've never fought properly, have you?"

"What, what did you say?"

"It was true that the rumors were true that he became a master after receiving only the best support in the greenhouse. After that, he didn't even train properly."

"This guy… … ."

Count Palantz gritted his teeth in humiliation.

He had been extremely talented since he was young. That was why he received the Dragon Heart from the royal family and rose to the position of Master.

However, it was also true that he had become arrogant and neglected his training. He thought that there was no one in this kingdom who could beat him anyway.

It was only natural since there were only two Masters in the kingdom. If I had known that the number of superhumans would increase like this in times of chaos, I would have lived a little differently.

'I never thought laziness would bring about such shame.'

Giselle shook her head as she looked at Count Pallantz with his distorted face.

'Similar to Tennant's level.'

He was a master, so he wasn't to the extent of being laughed at, but he wasn't at a level where he could be considered as good as the strong opponents he had faced so far.

The author's lack of practical experience was so obvious. He must have neglected his own training while sitting in the glorious position of Royal Knight Commander.

"There's nothing more to see. You're no match for Count Balzac. Come to think of it, when I robbed someone, I reacted slower than Count Balzac."

"Inom!!! How dare you say something like that!!!"

Count Palantz leapt at Giselle again in anger. He unleashed a massive aura blade, burning even his own life force.

I had to wash away this humiliation even if it meant dying right now.

Jiselle also faced the sword, emitting more black energy.

Kuuung!

A powerful shockwave spread out, destroying the surrounding area.

Knock knock!

Every time their swords clashed, every time they took a step, the ground split open. A storm of mana arose, stretching out as if to engulf the surrounding area.

The onlookers stepped back without even opening their eyes properly. They had no idea what would happen if they were caught up in that terrifying energy.

Kwaaaaang! Kwaaaaang!

Cheeeeek!

Jiselle's black aura rippled even more violently. He couldn't hold back the laughter that was leaking out.

'A master is a master, that's for sure.'

Count Palantz was drawing on his life force to the point where his hair turned white. The power contained in each sword was so great.

To what extent… … .

"Are you feeling relaxed? I can do it now."

"Shut up! You idiot!"

"You're not even a knight, but you have so much pride."

"Inom!!!"

Count Palantz's face twisted into a devilish grimace and he swung his sword wildly.

Although he could not stop the king's evil deeds, he helped him under the pretext of loyalty. He had nothing to say even after hearing such insults.

In fact, Giselle didn't think of him as a knight. She thought of him as a strong beast wearing the skin of a knight.

The two clashed for quite some time, but it was clear to anyone that Giselle had the upper hand.

Count Palantz, who had consumed his vitality, became exhausted faster than Giselle, who had amplified her strength.

Eventually, Count Palantz's movements became so slow that he collapsed with wounds all over his body.

"Ugh… … This guy… … ."

The Count of Pallantz, who had crouched down, looked extremely angry. Giselle slowly brought her sword to his neck.

"You have no regrets since you gave it your all before you die, right?"

"You dare… … to approach me, the commander of the Royal Knights… … You traitor… … ."

Giselle spoke to Count Pallantz, who was glaring at her with his white hair.

"What a waste of Dragon Heart, you rascal."

grasp!

In one breath, Count Palantz's head was blown off. His eyes were still distorted with rage.

All the royal knights bowed their heads when they saw the rolling head of Count Palantz. The royal castle garrison laid down their weapons and fell to the ground at the command of their commander.

"Arrest everyone. After investigating, we will punish or reorganize them according to the nature of their crimes."

At Giselle's words, the Fenris soldiers walked confidently and tied them all up.

Immediately, cheers erupted from the people.

"Wow! It's Count Fenris after all!"

"Even the Royal Knights are no match for him!"

"Count Fenris is the strongest!"

Those who saw the magnificent sight were very happy as if they had won.

Forisco approached Jiselle for no reason and radiated divine power.

"I will treat you, Count."

"You don't have to do it? You're not hurt."

"Oh, just take it easy. You look good now. Anyway, fight well. I knew you'd beat me."

Porisco whispered softly and smiled kindly. The victorious warrior and the priest who healed him. It was truly a beautiful picture.

When the two people known as saints came together like that, the people's cheers grew louder.

With Count Palantz defeated, there was no one left to stop them. Giselle and the knights of Fenris entered the castle proudly.

Most of the people in the castle had already fled. Those who couldn't escape were lying face down on the ground.

Jiselle ignored them and headed straight for the king's quarters.

Kwaaang!

As soon as we broke down the door and went in, a terrified Berhem was hiding with his attendants in front of him. Next to Berhem, the Marquis of Dormont was standing with a serious expression.

Jiselle said after looking around.

"Marquis Domont, I heard you brought in the Salvation Church."

"It was to treat Your Majesty. It was Your Majesty's order."

"Don't make excuses. Don't you think I know that you are trying to seize power by taking advantage of the opportunity?"

"… … ."

"I guess I have no regrets since I enjoyed it the way I wanted, even if it was just for a little while."

Although it was overshadowed by the king's tyranny, the Marquis of Dormont also wielded enormous power by riding on the king's back.

Not only did he receive the territory, he also embezzled the national treasury and used it as his family's property. He also led the embezzlement of military supplies.

He became a nobleman who could wield great power as he pleased, even if it was only a fleeting dream.

As the military force that supported power disappeared in an instant, power also disappeared into thin air.

The Marquis of Domont really didn't know that they would be defeated so easily. He thought that the royal army would fight properly until the Duke's family arrived.

The Marquis of Domont spoke in a trembling voice.

"I surrender. Please punish me through a fair trial and due process."

"A fair trial? Procedural?"

Jiselle made a face of absurdity. Where is the proper trial and procedure? Starting with the Supreme Court Justice in the capital, all the bureaucrats are filled with their own people.

Most of them ran away. Naturally, there was no way a trial or anything like that would be possible.

Giselle approached the Marquis of Domont and said:

"You're doing all sorts of things when it's time to die. Did you guys bring this country to this state through proper procedures?"

"You are a traitor too!"

"Right. What do you expect from a traitor?"

"… … But, isn't it all over now? As a noble of the kingdom, shouldn't you follow the law?"

"Okay, if you want so much, I'll give you a trial."

As soon as he finished speaking, Giselle grabbed the Marquis of Domont by the neck.

"Huh!"

"As the commander of the Northern Army, I say this. According to military law, you will be executed on the spot."

Embezzling supplies meant for the army was enough to punish him for that alone, and the commander was entitled to enforce punishment at any time during wartime.

"Ugh… … . Now, wait a minute! You are the commander of the Northern Army, in the capital… … ."

Phew!

Before the Marquis of Domont could finish his words, Giselle's sword pierced his stomach.

"Ugh… … ."

Berhem screamed as he saw the Marquis of Domont collapse, spitting out blood.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

Berhem crawled over and examined the body of Marquis Domont. However, Marquis Domont was already a cold corpse.

He looked at Giselle, who was trembling. Giselle, holding a sword dripping with blood, was terrifying.

Berhem could no longer remain as angry as before. All he could do was plead.

"S, spare me. You must not kill Jim. I will forgive the treason."

"… … ."

"I will grant you the title of Duke and all the territories under the direct control of the Crown."

"… … ."

As Giselle looked on coldly without saying anything, Berhem shouted urgently.

"I will give you all the royal treasures! I will give you everything you want!"

Jiselle didn't answer and just looked at Porisco. Porisco walked up to her with frequent steps and said.

"Listen, you tyrants who are addicted to socializing!"

"what?"

"In the Kingdom of Rutania, Archbishop Porisco of the Order of Juana speaks on behalf of all priests of the Order remaining in the capital!"

"Wh, what… … . Why are you here now… … ."

Berhem looked dumbfounded.

All the priests in the capital either fled or were captured and killed. So who is to say that they represent the priests of all denominations?

I never dreamed that Berhemdo Porisco would still be there.

Porisco continued with a solemn expression.

"The archbishops and bishops of the four major denominations in the capital have 'unanimously' decided to strip you of your royal title and excommunicate you! You are no longer king!"

Porisco was the only priest left in the capital, so it would not be wrong to say that it was unanimous.

Since even the Archbishop of the Church had run away, even if Porisco called himself Archbishop, the others had nothing to say.

'happy.'

He had finally achieved the position of archbishop that he had dreamed of and once failed to obtain. He also achieved the title of saint.

It could truly be said to be a model of human victory.

Berhem reacted furiously to the words that he was being stripped of his royal title.

"Who can arbitrarily strip me of my title? I am the king! I am the king!"

Porisco didn't want to lose the argument.

"The king's title given by heaven has been taken away by heaven, so the tyrant should know this and repent to the goddess! This is something that all the religious orders have acknowledged! The new king will be the Marquis of Ferdium!"

"Shut up! I can't admit it!"

The four major religious orders were the religions that ruled the continent. They had the power to excommunicate and deprive kings of their titles for being cultists.

It was just a nominal authority and was not even mentioned normally, but in a situation like the present, it was extremely useful.

Because it can give Zwalter, who committed treason, a strong justification.

Porisco looked down at the glowing Berhem and laughed.

'What can you do?'

The power was already tilted. There was nothing Berhem could do.

When Berhem realized that, he immediately grabbed Giselle's pants and cried.

"Please spare my life! Please spare my life! I don't want to die like this! I want to live even if I have to become a slave!"

Giselle frowned at the ugly sight. Was this the man that the Marquis of Branford and the other nobles had worked so hard for?

I understand his desire to live, but the sin he committed was too great.

For the new era to begin, Berhem had to die. The old king living would only be a hindrance.

But before that, I had something to ask.

Jiselle slowly took out the necklace and opened her mouth.

"Tell me about the Shadow Knights. And about this relic."

Even if I had to kill him, I thought I could at least satisfy some of his curiosity.