A Famous Traitor and Treacherous Genius - A Famous Traitor and Treacherous Genius chapter 342

342 – Gone With a Flame (1)

Caw, caw.

Crows fly and caw noisily in the sunset sky.

The Habsburg Emperor raised his head and looked up at the sky, with a door in front of him.

“Your Majesty…!”

The imperial knight following behind was shedding tears.

“Finally, if I just open this door…!”

“In front of here, there is Nostrum.”

The third gateway.

There have been times in the history of the empire that they have invaded this area, but there has never been a time in the history when the enemy was driven out from the last gate, which Gibraltar, who protected the canyon, risked his life to protect.

“The Emperor breached the Gibraltar Gorge! With His Majesty’s might!”

It was the first.

The first time it happened in 500 years.

“What an honor this is! Even His Majesty the late Emperor would be very happy!”

“His Majesty the Emperor, that is.”

“Yes…!”

“It can’t be anything else than the joy of the Thersian Empire.”

The emperor spoke dryly and suppressed the bleeding blood from his shoulder with his hand.

“Are you happy?”

“Yes?”

“I’m happy.”

“Well, that is…”

“The victory was achieved only after all seven sword masters of the empire’willingly’sacrificed themselves and the emperor was wounded and bleeding all over his body. “The only trophy is the gateway to this canyon.”

“…”

The knight turned his head back.

The blood that had been sprinkled in the area where the emperor and his marquis had fought had already been cleared away.

“Victory is not refreshing.”

The person who took care of it was none other than the emperor himself.

“When I return this, will I become a perfect enemy?”

There was a broken ring in the emperor’s hand.

Dark red blood also stuck to the ring, and the emperor looked down at the ring and closed his eyes.

“Blood of Gibraltar. Gorge. …If you have this, you can manipulate this canyon at will.”

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“Your Majesty, quickly give the marching orders-“

Suddenly.

The knight’s head was blown off.

With his excited expression, his head flew off, and his blood sprayed in all directions.

“Rest in this canyon for a week. Emperor Bonn also needs to be treated, so prepare the imperial army to defend Gibraltar canyon from enemies.”

The emperor turned away from the last gate that was tightly closed.

“All airships must land.”

According to the emperor’s order, the airships flying between the canyons began to land one by one on the canyon’s railway.

* * *

Bu-woong.

Running towards Gibraltar Castle.

There was no one to meet me at the castle, but I rode my magic bike without any worries.

The fire burning in the castle cannot be said to be very large.

However, the direction in which the flames are rising is unusual.

‘Safe room.’

The place where the fire rises is the place where Gibraltar takes refuge.

As for Caroline Castle, it is also her mother’s bedroom, and the place where Gibraltar gathers when an assassin enters the Gibraltar mansion.

When a dangerous situation occurs, once a person from Gibraltar goes inside, no one from the outside can open the door.

Front, left, right, and even the ceiling and floor are all magically sealed, so no one can enter.

In any way.

Unless you have the blood of Gibraltar, the door will never be opened.

And this proposition ‘having the blood of Gibraltar’ is valid for any specific person.

A person whose father allows him to keep his blood in a ring or somewhere else.

There is only one such being in this world.

“Ha.”

I was a little relieved.

Perhaps the mother has locked herself in there in her crisis, and she is holding out against the supposed assassin.

‘Well done.’

If your father is not nearby, it is natural to leave for the safest place.

The children joined Malcolm and the Knights, and Noir led them and protected them.

If you ask why I stayed behind, why should I just run away together?

‘Responsibility.’

As the Marchioness.

To maintain the barrier of Gibraltar Castle and strengthen the canyon gate.

As a wife waiting for her husband who went to war with the empire.

And if my father retreats completely from the canyon, he himself-

‘No.’

This is an idea that has gone too far.

If the father is in a situation where he will be defeated, it is natural for the mother to run away with him in the first place.

No matter how much you decide to take care of the people of the territory, your father is Crimson Gibraltar.

At the end, he will take his wife and retreat to Orosol.

Even if we give up all of Gibraltar to the enemy.

So-

Geek!

I parked my bike in the flower bed and headed straight through the garden to the interior of the castle.

Wee-ing.

Pass through the blood-red barrier.

There was a slight foreign body sensation at first, but only Gibraltar-

“…?”

It’s strange.

The barrier should not be easily passed like this.

Even for someone with Gibraltar blood, some procedures are necessary, but I was so anxious that I forgot about them for a moment.

However, despite not following the proper Gibraltar entry procedures, they entered the barrier.

As if there was something wrong with the barrier.

Kwa-ang!

Infuse magical power into your legs and run as is.

Run through the hallway, jump up the stairs in one go, and run in the direction of the safe room.

Good luck!

“Tsk… !”

Flames rise in the hallway.

The powerful flames coming from the direction of the safe room were emitting unpleasant smoke as if something were burning.

And in that unpleasant smoke, I sensed something even more unpleasant.

The smell of burning people.

The unique unpleasant and alien smell that comes from setting fire to a freshly dead or living person.

“…!!”

Charge through the black smoke ahead.

I can’t see anything in front of me, but I run, remembering the dozens of times I came and went during my time as traitor Gray.

Cracking, crackling sound.

Beyond the flames that heat up the whole body, including the face, a strange sound is heard.

Sagjak, Sagjak, Saagjak.

In front of the door.

Something is randomly scratching at the door.

He is scratching the door with something that resembles a fingernail.

It’s as if a fire breaks out in a locked room and there is nowhere to escape, so they try to run away and end up scratching at the door and begging for their lives.

[Kaaah!]

Soon, a roar erupted from inside.

I immediately remembered where I heard that roar.

The end of time.

Golden Temple.

The scream that makes a unique metallic sound, as if minerals are being corroded by hot acid, is definitely him.

‘Incompetent King?’

St. Geo Nostrum.

The golden ghost I thought I had killed.

“…”

Hold on to the door.

At the same time, he pulls out his knife and prepares to stab the person who opens the door.

It’s not just a stab.

I quickly scratched my arm with the knife, smeared the blade with blood, and opened the door.

Wiggle, wiggle.

When I open the door, intense heat escapes from inside.

It felt like something, a little different from a flame, was exploding inside after it had already burned out.

Tzueoeook.

Something flows down in front of the open door.

That is, the one that only showed an ugly face among the melting gold.

King of Incompetence, Saint Geo.

I instinctively swung the knife downward, but it was no longer alive.

Pushy.

Extinction.

Just as the false gold disintegrated and disappeared as soon as it touched the blood of Gibraltar, the lump of false gold with the stricken face of St. George crumbled to ashes.

“…”

And at the same time, I became dizzy with the view inside.

The interior was completely burned out.

All of the sofas provided in the center for relaxation were burned down, and numerous furniture burned to ashes.

And the bed attached to the wall.

There.

“…”

There was nothing.

Something that was supposed to exist did not exist.

Just.

“Ugh…!”

The middle of the bed.

-Master, Lady Lettar…

Memories of the traitor Gray days come to mind.

Just like Letard, who died calmly on the bed, something similar to the traces of Letard, who had died on the bed with his hands folded, was laid out before me.

Traces of a person lying down.

Traces of flames following the person and sweeping the bed.

There are only traces of a person lying on the bed, and the shape of those traces is…

“Ha.”

My mouth feels dry.

There was still a crackling heat around me, but I had no time to pay any attention to the flames.

Whatever happened in this room.

Whatever the situation is.

Near that bed.

The clumps of burnt blonde hair belong to a woman who is all too familiar to me.

“…”

At that moment, memories of the time when I was a traitor, Gray, came to mind.

-It is a bit difficult to say that it is fortunate, but at least Lady Lettar will not have her chastity her her violated …

“Wow…!”

My eyesight became dizzy.

I wanted to stop my head, which was spinning so furiously and imagining so many terrible things, right away.

However, the eyes are tracking the situation in the room, the nose is picking up the smell of a person burning, and the skin on the whole body is struggling to figure out what happened, catching the mana flowing feebly in this room.

“Fire, fire…”

Look for traces of fire.

Find the starting point of the utterance.

Did the fire start from outside, or did the candlestick inside fall or something like that, or-

“Ah.”

I found it.

I ended up looking for it.

“Why?”

The fire starts from the bed.

Near the traces that looked like my mother was lying down.

The person on the bed started a fire.

Because the barrier was maintained, the golden ghost, unable to escape, scratched at the only entrance and died.

That means-

“Young master!!”

A familiar voice.

“Sir Robert, why are you-“

“The Marquis-“

The moment when my eyes met Sir Robert.

I see his bleeding father and his being supported by Sir Robert.

Sir Robert looked at the bed I was looking at.

“Gray… I’m sorry, I-“

And then my father, with a pale face, raised his head and-

“I let my guard down.”

My father saw it.

On the bed.

Traces of someone lying on the bed with only embers remaining.

The traces are as if he was lying dead and sleeping even as the fire was burning, or as if he was covered in fire while dead.

It was like saying that someone burned to death here.

“…”

My father’s eyes were shaking.

Whisk.

“Huh, Your Excellency the Marquis?!”

Just like that, I fell to the side.

“…”

My father had no right arm.

“…”

Ah.

I see.

“Sir Robert.”

I clenched my trembling hands and took a deep breath.

“What happened?”

Even I didn’t know who the question was directed at, but I already knew the answer.

“No. That’s… Later.”

If you know the answer, just proceed as usual.

“Take your father and retreat to Orosolo immediately. Don’t be caught by others, do it secretly. Don’t get caught by anyone.”

“Master.”

“Come on. If nothing else, we must not let Nostrum know that Crimson Gibraltar has fallen. Even if the Empire preaches it as propaganda, we must say that it is groundless. No one saw my father lose his arm. Do you understand? “

“Master.”

“Shut up and move now.”

I said to Robert, who was looking at me and biting his lower lip.

“That’s what you have to do.”

Always.

You just have to move as you would when reconciling a family member after death.

Even if you can’t erase the possibility that ‘he may not have died’ in your mind.

“It’s war. It’s not surprising if someone dies. So…Don’t let the confusion and fear you feel now spread throughout Nostrum.”

As always, stay calm.

“I only trust you, Sir Robert.”

It is my responsibility to take care of the death of my family.