527

Episode 527: Finally moving. (2)

The civil war in the Turian Kingdom ended with the appearance of a man.

The remaining Turian forces gathered around him. They pushed back against the rift and rebels with great momentum.

The more he fought, the stronger he became.

Living locked up in a tower, I had little practical experience, but that didn't bother me at all.

It was as if he was relearning something he already knew. That was how outstanding his talent was.

Scratch!

His sword glowed blue as it sliced someone in half. The person whose body was cut in half was the last remaining superhuman from the turian rebels.

"Kreuk… … Who are you… … ."

The priest of the Salvation Church asked, blood gushing from his wound.

The Turian kingdom was on the verge of destruction. If they had pushed a little harder, it would have been over.

But then a man appeared before my eyes and everything went down the drain.

Even the enemy could not help but ask about the identity of the opponent, whose strength was so amazing that it felt amazing.

Crunch.

The man answered briefly, putting his sword back into its scabbard.

"Julian."

The abandoned prince of the Turian Kingdom.

He left behind only his name and everything else.

But the high priest of the Salvation Church knew who Julian was just by hearing his name.

"Coolook! You… … were the prince of the Thornbush Tower. I thought you were dead a long time ago… … ."

Kuung.

The priest of the Salvation Church fell to the floor after saying those words. His body was neatly separated into upper and lower parts.

The power of the Salvation Church in the Turian Kingdom was thus completely destroyed.

"Wow!"

All the Turian soldiers raised their weapons and shouted.

I thought I was dead, with no hope in sight. But a miracle happened.

Just one person.

It was just one man's wondrous brute force that turned the tables.

Marquis Gideon, who was leading the royal army, said with a joyful expression.

"Your Majesty, I congratulate you. Now the kingdom can rise again."

It was a very polite tone. But Julian slowly turned his head and looked at him.

Marquis Gideon flinched at the sight of Julian's cold gaze. It was because he realized his mistake.

"I'm sorry, Julian."

"Please call me by my name from now on."

"All right."

"What are you going to do now?"

Although Yulien was a symbol of hope, he was not a commander. The role of commanding the royal army was taken by Marquis Gideon.

Marquis Gideon answered Julian's question with a slightly embarrassed expression.

"First of all… I think I should return to the capital. The civil war is over, so I need to reward merit and reorganize the military."

Now he had to gather and reorganize his remaining army. There was no better place to consult with the many nobles than the capital.

Julian nodded with a still expressionless face. He was simply moving to save people, not to achieve anything.

The Turian Kingdom army sorted out the situation and headed to the capital.

"Wow!"

"Long live Julian!"

"Savior of the Kingdom!"

The people welcomed Julian enthusiastically.

He was no longer a forgotten prince. Rumors about him spread like wildfire and swept across the kingdom.

A savior who saved a kingdom in despair.

That fact alone made everyone in the kingdom look up to Julian.

But it was not the king and the central nobles. For them, the sudden rise of Julian could not help but be a burden.

"The King of Turians, Hayden, spoke with trembling eyes.

"Why… … did you leave the tower?"

"… … ."

"Didn't you say you were going to live in the tower for the rest of your life?"

"… …I came out to save people."

"Who told you to do such a thing? Jim never gave such an order!"

"… … ."

Julian didn't move at all. It was as if he had expected this to happen.

Hayden looked extremely haggard. It was only natural, seeing as the kingdom was on the verge of destruction.

But the person who saved him from that crisis was the person he hated and feared the most, so he couldn't help but feel very uncomfortable.

"I told you to go back to the tower immediately!"

I heard that it is strong enough to remove cracks on its own. It is receiving enthusiastic support from the military and the people.

The king could no longer kill him, so all he could do was scream like a madman.

"I should have killed you a long time ago!"

"… … ."

Julian said nothing. He just looked at his father with a blank expression.

When I was young, there were times when I wondered why people hated themselves so much. There were times when I was sad and in pain all night.

But not now. No words moved him.

Rather, the surrounding nobles became restless and tried to dissuade the king.

"Your Majesty, please calm down."

"The Prince is a public servant of the kingdom."

"You must give them reasonable compensation."

These were the people who originally wielded power by the king's side. Naturally, they were busy distancing themselves from Yulien, who was locked in the tower, rather than paying attention to him.

But now things are different.

'The real power in this kingdom is the prince.'

It was everyone's common thought.

If Julian had wanted to, he could have overthrown this kingdom at any moment. Even if he had personal power aside, how could he defeat someone who had the strong support of an army?

The king, who noticed this atmosphere, became even more upset.

"Shut up! Who are you talking about, Prince! That bastard's right to be the heir was stripped away a long time ago! Lock him up right now! Lock him up for disobeying the king's orders!"

The nobles shook their heads. It was like putting a bell on a cat's neck. Who would dare capture the most powerful man in the kingdom?

Marquis Gideon, unable to stand watching, whispered to Yulien.

"Please leave for now. His Majesty seems a little… …uncomfortable."

Julian nodded slightly and immediately turned around. He strode out.

"Hey! Where are you going! I want you to catch him right now!"

As the king shouted and drooled, the nobles gathered around him and tried to calm him down. But no one moved to capture Julian.

It was then that the king realized that as long as that bastard was around, no one would listen to him.

The king muttered with difficulty, his hair drenched in sweat.

"Because of that guy, this kingdom will fall… … . Everyone will die… … ."

Everyone around the king clicked their tongues inwardly.

What kind of nonsense are you talking about to a hero who stood up alone and saved the kingdom?

No matter how jealous you are of your child's abilities, those words crossed the line.

Everyone thought the same thing.

'The king is mad.'

So now whoever gets locked in the tower will be the king.

* * *

Julian came out and asked Marquis Gideon.

"What about other kingdoms?"

"It's not good. We have to deal with both the cracks and the rebels at the same time."

Even though he had been locked up in the tower for a long time, Yulien now had a rough idea of what had happened.

Because I heard many stories while fighting and saw many things firsthand.

Although the Turian Kingdom was in a particularly bad situation, the other kingdoms were not much different.

Julian, who had been thinking for a while, said:

"I plan to go to another kingdom."

"What do you mean? Could it be because of His Majesty? You don't have to do that anymore. Everyone supports Yulien."

"No, I just want to save other people too."

"Ugh… … ."

"And if the surrounding countries are defeated by them, won't we eventually be in danger as well?"

"That's right. We'll have to fight again."

Now, it was not a matter for just one kingdom. It was not over just because they had stopped the Salvation Church's attack. If their power grew stronger, it would become dangerous again.

Julian nodded and continued.

"So, I think we should eradicate the Salvation Church while the people still have the strength to fight."

Marquis Gideon looked at him with admiration.

Rather than thinking about their current comfort, think about how to save more people.

Thanks to that kind heart, this kingdom was able to survive.

'This man is truly the material of a king.'

It was truly a pity. If Yulien had grown up to be the official successor, the kingdom would not have been in such danger.

The king could not understand why he hated this person so much.

Marquis Gideon said, puffing out his chest.

"I will also lead the army and follow you."

"You don't have to do that."

"No. Anyway, once the surrounding countries are completely occupied, this is the next. As Yulien said, it would be right to join forces before that."

"His Majesty will not permit it."

"The justification is sufficient. I will take care of it myself."

Julian nodded.

It didn't really matter to him whether the army followed him or not. But in order to save people, it was better for the army to move together.

Marquis Gideon spoke cautiously.

"Then we will spread the word that we will join the Allied Forces."

"Okay, I see. But… …what is the situation with the Allied Forces?"

Julian was not aware of the situation around him. This was probably because he had only fought as soon as he came out of the tower.

Marquis Gideon told what he knew.

"Recent rumors say that the civil war in the Kingdom of Rutania has ended. The Duke of Fenris is said to have already led an army to help neighboring countries."

"Is that so?"

Julian seemed a little interested in the news.

I knew that the Salvation Church in the Kingdom of Rutania was the strongest. But they have already ended the civil war and are helping neighboring countries. Isn't that truly amazing?

Marquis Gideon continued, smiling.

"The Duke of Fenris is said to be the strongest man in Rutania. He also has a deep connection with us."

"What kind of fate is it?"

Marquis Gideon told me about Giselle's activities in the Turian Kingdom. Grant, the commander of Ironcliff, was well aware of this, having been his direct subordinate.

He also told us about his activities in Rutania and other kingdoms. He also told us that the mercenaries led by the Duke of Fenris were active throughout the continent.

Julian listened silently and then nodded.

"He's a great person. I'd like to meet him sometime."

"He is also moving his troops in this direction, so you will be able to meet him soon."

Julian thought for a moment and then answered.

"Let's move in that direction as well. If we advance while helping the neighboring countries, we will be able to meet you a little sooner."

"Are you talking about the Duke of Fenris?"

"Yes. If we join forces, wouldn't we be able to go in a better direction?"

It is better to set one big goal and move towards it than to move separately in each region.

There was currently no central area where the Allied Forces were gathering. Everyone was busy protecting their own country, and Rutania, which had ended its civil war first, was moving around to provide support.

If those leading the Allied Forces get together and devise strategies, they will be able to move more effectively.

Marquis Gideon also understood the meaning and bowed his head.

"Understood. I will make a plan to advance in the direction of Duke Fenris."

"Please."

With those words, Marquis Gideon turned back. He had to gather an army to go on an expedition.

I had no worries at all about how to get permission from the king.

'If you say you're going to take the Prince with you, there's no way I'll object.'

Rather, the king will welcome him with open arms, for he will want Yulienne to leave this kingdom and fight endlessly to his death.

While the Turian Kingdom's forces prepared to go into battle, Yulien learned more about Duke Fenris.

He was holding a book in his hand.

[The Chronicles of the Earl of Fenris – Author: Claude]

It wasn't as hard to get as I thought, because the Duke of Fenris had quite a few followers.

Having only stayed in the tower, he had no idea that the Duke of Fenris was so famous.

He sat down comfortably and turned the first page of the book.

Chook.

[If you want to get the sequel, you must 'secretly' contact Fenris's General Claude. He will sell it to you separately and cheaply. Other lord items can also be purchased through unofficial routes.]

"… … ."

Although he didn't know why such writing was there, Julian calmly looked through the book again.

The book detailed the Duke of Fenris's activities so far. Even taking into account the exaggeration, it was truly remarkable.

And the more I got to know him, the more intriguing he became.

He grew up being reviled by everyone as a northern scoundrel. Everything he did was met with opposition from everyone.

However, the Duke of Fenris pushed forward with his own beliefs, and eventually succeeded in everything.

In the end, he became a hero who defeated the Duke of Delphine and ended the civil war.

Julian felt his heart pounding for the first time in a long time.

Because the Duke of Fenris's military power is superior?

No, he wasn't interested in force or anything like that.

To succeed in a difficult environment like yours?

No, he wasn't interested in that either.

Because you are a hero currently moving to save the world?

No. I just think that it is a responsibility that those with power naturally have to bear.

To begin with, he had no interest in most human affairs. It was exceptional that he even thought of wanting to know about the Duke of Fenris.

Even the more he read the book, the more strange the feeling he felt. The more he learned about the Duke of Fenris, the more he felt a strange longing for him.

He did not take his intuition lightly, because that supernatural intuition was the source that had brought him to where he was.

'I want to see you soon.'

Julian closed the book and closed his eyes.

Something unknown was slowly pulling at his heart.