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252 – A Funeral, Not a Festival (3)
At that time, the Marquis of Gibraltar was outside Barcelona.
Rattling, rattling.
In the forest, an automatic magic ship runs along a dirt road and stops in front of the forest.
While there were no sails and the exterior of the magic ship was painted in a ‘camouflage’ dark green pattern, as if to blend in with the forest, the entrance to the magic ship opened and a man got out of the magic ship.< Br>
The man with blond hair and red eyes, Saint Geo Nostrum.
He walked out into the clearing in the forest, clutching a golden staff similar to his height.
“Zeros.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
The man standing behind Saint Geo, Zeros, had a thread mark on his neck that looked like it had been stitched with a needle.
Unless skin-colored fabric was attached to the neck and sewn on top, the shape was bizarre, as if it had been sewn on the neck itself.
“Is it a trap?”
“Baron Balzac is dead. Cross-verification has been completed through factors within Barcelona.”
“Assassinated? By Gibraltar?”
“It is not yet possible to determine whether it was an assassination, but the possibility cannot be ruled out.”
Knight Zeros touched his neck in an expressionless voice.
“If it was staged as an assassination, it is highly likely that it was Gray Gibraltar’s actions. If it had been Crimson, he would have been killed by slashing from the front.”
“Tsk. Both father and son are domestic maniacs. Although the son kills people in a more sinister way.”
St. Geo got annoyed by gossiping about the rich man of Gibraltar.
“Zeros. What happened to the shadows on the Empire side?”
“We did arrange for them, but the number did not increase as much as before.”
“Why?”
“Because the emperor of the empire sent one of his personal guard divisions to Barcelona, the deposed princes are reluctant to attack Gray Gibraltar.”
“Tsk. I can’t believe I missed this opportunity. They don’t deserve to be emperor.”
Saint Geo mumbled, then took something out of his arms.
“It’s okay to just wait for time, but you can’t just leave.”
“It is…”
“Shh.”
What came out of Saint Geo’s arms was a mask shining brilliantly in gold.
It looked like the face of an animal or the shape of a monster, and it seemed as if only the face part of a helmet symbolizing a dragon had been removed separately.
“Ah, ah.”
Saint Geo cleared his voice and put on his mask.
The mask was half-masked, exposing the area beneath his nose, and all that was visible was blood-red eyes and a mouth muttering something.
“In the past, many heroes who protected Nostrum were buried here.”
“…”
“Why, Zeros. Is there a problem?”
“No.”
As Knight Zeros played with his neck, Saint Geo giggled and waved his staff lightly.
“Awake, golden heroes.”
Challang.
The moment the wand was shaken, something like liquid began to flow from the golden bell attached to the tip.
“Follow the contractor’s orders.”
Something shining gold.
If it is gold, wouldn’t it be possible to fill a wagon with gold bars just by taking the gold that flows out of the wand without having to search for a separate vein?
Slurp.
As the liquid gold seeped underground, something soon began to pop out from beneath the earthen clearing.
“Get up. Get up and move according to the dragon’s command.”
With the sound of something breaking, a human arm emerged from the ground.
A piece of ice on the arm fell to the side, and the person’s arm exposed underneath was flowing with gold liquid instead of blood.
“Tsk. Is it not enough?”
People whose bodies began to flow with gold began to rise out of the ground one by one, but their actions were slow and sluggish, like the low-level zombies that warlocks summon.
“Your Highness. If necessary, gold…”
“No, that’s enough. Here’s something more certain than gold.”
Saint Geo planted his staff on the ground and then pulled out the golden dagger he wore at his waist.
“Here are the descendants of the dragon.”
Bye bye.
When he cut his own palm with a dagger, the red blood did not fall to the ground but he began to see straight towards the staff.
“Wake up.”
Gooo.
Blood began to flow along the staff, drop by drop from each person, and soon the zombies, who were standing up creakingly, began to take a stance like knights at the moment of ‘pop’.
“In the name of Nostrum.”
The body that had been frozen for a long time had just woken up, but the gold sparkling in its empty eyes was spinning somewhere like a whirlpool.
“Your Majesty, these are…”
“The great heroes of Nostrum. Those who are faithful to the king’s orders.”
“…”
“Ah, yes. It’s just that those who died without becoming a marquis from the Marquis of Barcels are buried here. Is that okay?”
The knights who woke up like zombies all looked very similar to Zeros, and most of them were in their early 20s – or some looked like teenage boys.
“Anyway, I can’t get along.”
“The oath made with Nostrum by those who inherited the blood of Barcel… A knight’s oath to remain loyal to the royal family even in death.”
“That’s right. Unlike damned Gibraltar, isn’t this a loyal family that even offers their bodies to the royal family even after they die?”
St. Geo took out his handkerchief, pressed it to his palm, and laughed.
“Thanks to that, you came back to life like this.”
“…”
“Don’t worry. You’re dead now, but the ‘next one’ will be alive. It’s an order, so don’t talk anymore.”
“That… “
Knight Zeros tried to say something, but then shut his mouth.
As if you wanted to speak but couldn’t speak with magical powers.
“Please come back. Unless they are using a separate morgue, you will be able to enter through a secret passage within the castle. Even if you are discovered, you only need to consume them to complete the mission.”
“Is it consumption?”
“That’s right.”
Saint Geo yawned and cocked his head from side to side.
“Bring the body of Balzac Lembourg Gunther. If you cannot bring it, burn or mutilate the body on the spot. So…”
Grinning.
“I’m making it so that you can become an immoral person who couldn’t even properly protect the body of your dead grandfather. It’s an order. Do you understand?”
“I will follow your orders.”
Shiny.
The moment the word command was uttered, a golden light sparkled slightly within the cross section of Zeros’ stitching.
“Okay. Come back. Well, originally, you could just stay there for the rest of the time, but… “
The corner of Saint Geo’s mouth caught in his ear
“When you have a chance to screw up, it’s not right to stay quiet.”
Grumble.
“Go, Zeros. Guide them and destroy the old man’s body.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
One by one, the corpses with golden mana flowing through their bodies disappeared into the darkness, following Zeros.
* * *
After my father went to the morgue.
To make my father comfortable, I tried to greet the guests as the chief mourner, but my father made me stay in the morgue, saying he would personally greet them.
‘Did you think it would be better to express condolences to the nobles rather than see the dead Baron’s face?’
The guests do not express their condolences to the buried body.
They bow their heads towards the portrait photo placed in a separate mortuary located up there, a little away from the banquet hall, and greet the mourner face to face to express their condolences.
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When a prominent person, such as a king, a grand duke, or a marquis, dies at an old age, sometimes people leave the coffin in the mortuary and express their condolences by looking directly at the face of the deceased.
But that is mourning for the ‘deceased person’, that is, a special case.
Rather than the body of Baron Balzac, the guests were busy meeting the marquis’ descendants, including the Marquis Crimson, Marchioness Charlotte, and Letard.
‘Someone might come to see the body.’
Many years ago.
When Baron Gamos Seville’s father, Baron Flambel Seville, died.
‘I want to make sure the body is in the right place.’
Former Baron Flambell was a silver addict, and for some reason he became a vampire.
We discovered that the deceased had become a vampire, and to deal with this, we chose to cremate the deceased rather than bury him.
There were some suspicions at the time as well.
-Didn’t they burn the body to destroy the evidence?
A conspiracy theory called.
Even though he died at an old age, the mere act of hiding the body was bound to raise suspicions.
The funeral was carried out with utmost care and caution, and attention was turned towards Gibraltar to avoid suspicion.
In that way, Baron Flambell’s case could be easily passed.
How about this time?
To spread conspiracy theories-
‘It’s so low-class.’
Conspiracy theories should also be considered worthy.
There is information and notions that people in society already have that make them think that Gibraltar was involved in the death of Baron Balzac.
-If you had tried to kill Baron Balzac, you would have killed him a long time ago.
Thanks to his father’s disposition, rumors of assassination have actually died down.
Even if there is such a suspicion, if there is someone who says such a thing in the living room of Gibraltar, which may in fact become the empire’s ‘sub-democracy’ in the future, it would be a person with two lives.< Br>
‘It’s reassuring.’
My father is here.
Crimson Gibraltar is here.
Even if I let my guard down for a moment and miss something, if my father steps forward, everything will definitely be resolved.
Whether at Orosol Academy or the Governor General’s Office, I always had to stay on edge, but just knowing that my father was in the same building made me relax a little and close my eyes quietly in the morgue.
All you have to do is think of one thing.
Intruder.
All initial ceremonies for the funeral have been prepared, and matters related to the ceremony can be assisted by Viscount Hex Romana, who arrived similar to his father’s visit his.
Fortunately, the Barcelona Governor-General was a suitable location for the funeral.
‘It was fortunate that Zeros Barcel was a more nostalgic person than anyone else.’
The empire has built a perfect infrastructure to provide material and financial respect for the dead, to the point where it is criticized as pretentious and pretentious.
Nostrum style, a place for socializing.
It is a funeral banquet that continues in a solemn atmosphere until the body is buried in the ground, and is held in the most extravagant ceremony that Barona can even dream of.
Take out all the glasses that were lying dormant in the Barcelona Governor-General.
We also took out all the 17 year old Barcelona red wine that was stored under the warehouse.
Each family was given one room for foreign guests at the Governor-General’s Office (former Marquis Castle) so that visitors could rest comfortably.
Because it is a funeral, the decorations cannot be very extravagant, but all the food served is prepared with the highest quality ingredients that can be prepared in Barcelona.
At the same time, in the private lounge, not the funeral home, sweet desserts are provided in each room to soothe your boredom.
Literally, a lot of money.
It’s such a huge budget that I wonder if I could repay about half of the debt from Lembori with this money.
That is being wasted on the person lying in this morgue.
Is it a waste?
It’s ambiguous.
The kingdom’s ministers came one after another to mourn the death of a baron, and even-
‘You’re here.’
Squeak.
When the thick iron door opened and someone came in pretending to be welcome, I got up from my chair and slightly bowed my head in greeting.
“It’s been a long time since I saw you, Your Majesty.”
“…”
Naria Geo Nostrum, the student council president of Orosol Academy and the king of Nostrum, came to visit, so it was an honorable funeral for a nobleman.
“Your Majesty.”
“For a moment.”
Naria waved her hand to those who followed, and then she herself closed the door to the morgue.
Knock knock.
Naria tapped her ear, and I shook my head.
“Phew.”
Naria took a moment to loosen the tie of her mourning clothes and catch her breath.
“It wouldn’t be that bad to see a corpse.”
“I came to see the face of someone who leaves without paying their debt.”
“…”
“No matter what the process of death is, I wonder if you think death is an escape from your life.”
Naria calmly stood in front of the coffin made of magic stones.
“How should we deal with Lemberi’s debt? This is the trash he left behind.”
“I don’t think this is something to say in front of a dead person.”
“Dead people don’t listen, and dead people don’t come back to life. Is there any problem?”
“Hmm.”
That’s right.
“It’s okay. If you die and come back to life, I’ll make you work until you die again…”
Naria took a quick look under her coffin.
“…Grey.”
“No.”
“Just once.”
“Are you trying to shoot someone? No.”
I turned my eyes away from the corpse and began to look at the state-of-the-art Imperial musket I had prepared in advance.
“Let me shoot you just once…”
“…”
Druk, Druk, Druk.
A strange sound coming from below.
Crash.
Before I could say anything, Naria immediately picked up her musket, finished loading it, and pointed her muzzle in the direction of the sound.