I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With - I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With chapter 100

100 – Covenant and Mayhem – (2)

Another one.

Walking down the hallway.

Officials are busy working through the work meeting. However, as soon as they heard the dull footsteps, the large crowd spread to the sides like a miracle of Moses.

The reason for this was the female knight who was striding forward with the momentum to pull out her sword right now.

The female knight, Milia Liantur, seemed very angry. She took a step with an upright posture, but her back was cold.

She must have felt betrayed since she gave away her present, which she bought with a lot of money, to the bewitched Lynxia. Indeed, Milia didn’t say a word to me as she walked out of the library and into her closet.

What are you going to do with this atmosphere?

“Looks like another love affair.”

“Even though the situation is at this point… ….”

Unsurprisingly, people’s attention was poured on me, who followed after Millia.

I’ve just cleared the suspicion of the assassination of Count Aurier, but I’m talking about it like this.

There will be another strange rumor going around.

I felt embarrassed for some reason, so I called Milia and stopped her.

“Milia.”

“Why?”

The answer came right back. But what was inside was a cold feeling.

Looking at her blunt back, I continued.

“You must be wrong. That’s because there was no way.”

“What misunderstanding are you talking about?”

Milia finally stopped and then turned her head away. I didn’t miss the fact that her mouth was quivering as she smiled.

It certainly seems to be offended.

In this case, I’ve learned that it’s better to just politely apologize than make lame excuses.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“…… “

“The situation was urgent, and her Majesty didn’t trust me, so I handed it to her as proof of her loyalty.”

“Evidence?”

“A dagger. It just didn’t have the right stuff.”

“…… Ah.”

Upon hearing her story, Milia crossed her arms and she let out a small moan.

Then she smiled slightly.

“I wanted to say something. I’m not particularly upset about that.”

“What?”

“Of course, it’s a bit embarrassing that I handed over to His Majesty what I gifted her, but…… Because the situation was the situation. I can understand.”

Millia stopped her words.

“I am angry for another reason.”

Chuck.

And pointed at my face.

“Sir Fried said it himself. After this is over, I will tell you the whole truth.”

It was when she went to see Hilda.

I made that promise to calm the doubting Milia.

“By the way, what is an oath? Should I kill His Majesty? Her sister became an apostle? She had such troubles, but she never said a word to me?”

“That… ….”

No matter how sensitive it is, isn’t it? If she confessed, she would be a traitor without a trace.

Most of all, it was because she did not know the details of the oath at the time.

But even if she said this, there’s no way Milia would believe her.

“I am just, disappointed.”

Milia smiled bitterly as she said that.

“It is a difficult time. I don’t think there should be lies between Guardian Knights. To think that he had been holding her by himself without telling Sir Yuirard or Sir Lautrec, or even to His Majesty. That doesn’t solve any problems.”

“Sorry.”

“If you have any problems or concerns, tell us in time. I will too.”

Milia said that and she smiled brightly.

“Because if you get sick, you will get sick.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Is this for real?”

“Yes. Really.”

It was only after Milia checked again that her expression relaxed.

“Let’s find a way to solve the covenant together. I will also contact my father. You’re probably nagging inexhaustibly, but…….”

“Thank you.”

I kept looking at that graceful face and inadvertently let out a laugh.

“hahahaha.”

“…… What is that laugh?”

“I just wanted to show the same reaction as His Majesty.”

I trust you without a single lie.

Milia was also saying the same thing as Lincia.

“Milia.”

“Yes.”

“You are right, how to say.”

Upon hearing her words, Milia tilted her head.

The two blue eyes formed the shape of a crescent moon.

“…… What the hell does that mean?”

“I mean good.”

“… ….”

Millia pondered my words for a moment, then widened her eyes.

“Ugh.”

She turned her body around and began to stride faster than before.

It was so fast that even my wide stride made it difficult to keep up.

Why are you doing that again?

“You’re not angry, are you?”

“I’m angry this time.”

As Milia walked, she paused for a moment and muttered quietly.

“…… Little bit.”

Since they don’t tell you why, it’s just sad on this side.

*

A basement built into the inner castle.

Every time the mana lamp hanging from the ceiling swayed, the shadow on the mossy bricks grew and decreased repeatedly.

In the midst of it all, Archduke Winter Aranion Elderheart leaned back in his chair and exhaled a cold breath.

The things around are iron bars made like a prison.

All of them were treated with special mana, so it was impossible for even an Aranion to pierce through them.

He looked up at the ceiling and muttered slowly.

“I feel lonely.”

“I have to do that.”

In front of Aranion’s eyes was a middle-aged human male with a handsome beard. He handed me a glass and began pouring it slowly.

Then he brought the glass to his moustache and sniffed it, and the man smiled happily.

“I always feel it, but it’s a good drink. As expected, I can’t help but acknowledge the brewing skills of the dwarves.”

“Hatzfeld, what are you doing here?”

In the end, Aranion asked first.

Meteren Harzfeld, the Grand Duke of Iron Blood, came to Aranion, who was detained in the cellar of the inner castle.

However, Harzfeld was just sitting across from Aranion and sipping a drink.

“Oh, would you like a drink too? It’s a good drink. Not full of flavor Even when I close my eyes and smell the incense, it reminds me of the lush vineyards of Lumenel.”

“No need. You won’t even get drunk anyway.”

“Hmm. Is it? Elf, so Eina is drinking well, but it’s a pity she is. Then I’ll give the rest to Seira. Seira has a small body, so I think she will be able to drink well.”

Hartzfeld grabbed a bottle of sake and crossed his legs.

And he opened the topic.

“By the way… …. You did something stupid, Aranion.”

“I know.”

“I knew you were greedy, but this case was severe. Does it make sense to cooperate with the church to invade the imperial palace? Even trying to assassinate the other Grand Dukes. No matter how I defend it, it will be difficult to escape the death penalty this time.”

“I know that too.”

“Did you know you would fail?”

“To some extent.”

“Then why did you do this?”

Hatzfeld’s obvious question.

It was actually a question that interrogators came and asked again and again.

Aranion was all silent.

But he had a special relationship with Harzfeld. He was also the only person who listened to his words while sitting in the seat of the Grand Duke for a long time.

“It was just a personal desire that was neither sublime nor sacred. Before freeing Eisenward, he wanted to open up an empire for the elves. I thought now was the right time. Even cooperating with the church was just a deal.”

“Is that guy trying to kill Eina? Don’t you know how much Eina loved you?”

“Did you send Eina?”

At that question, Harzfeld smiled and tilted his glass.

As if he understood, Aranion laughed.

“As always, he’s like a serpent.”

“Thank you for the compliment.”

Hatzfeld continued.

“Didn’t your people in Eisenworth even think?”

“They are loyal people who will die when I tell them to.”

“I guess.”

Hatzfeld also visited Eisenworth a few times for work.

Eisenward’s elves were unusual. Their unity and hatred for the imperial family was such that even Harzfeld could stick out his tongue.

“You know what happens when the bloodline of the imperial family is severed, right?”

“I was thinking of finding a way then.”

“hahahaha. Nonsense.”

Hatzfeld was sarcastic, but Aranion did not object.

A few minutes later, Harzfeld, who had finished drinking, stood up from his seat.

And before he left the basement, he said to Aranion, who was sitting alone.

“The result will probably be the death penalty.”

“I see.”

“Formally.”

Hartzfeld added briefly.

“Are you saying you won’t die?”

“Yes. But you will never see the sunlight.”

Laughing at that, Aranion shook his head.

Finally, he summoned Harzfeld.

“You will have to be careful.”

“Hmm? What do you mean?”

“Cleta Iscobal. The apostle is dangerous.”

Aranion remembered the first time he saw the arrogant apostle, Cleta.

A product of all sorts of negativity. Among the beings of the abyss, he became one with the deepest and most evil being.

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And that power should be growing even now.

After the death of the empress, if the connection to the outside world began, it would become a powerful being that would blaspheme even the gods.

It was to the point that the first thing Aranion planned after devouring the empire was to assassinate Cleta.

“The apostles will continue to invade the imperial palace. Tenaciously.”

“Hmm. Are you worried about me?”

“…… What am i

Aranion wrinkled his forehead.

Seeing that, Harzfeld giggled and then nodded.

“Let me keep that in mind.”

Then he lightly waved his hand.

“And later, when I can afford it, come back. At that time, I will bring you better wine to satisfy you.”

“I don’t need it.”

“To be unkind.”

Jumping.

With those words, the door closed.

With that wind, the mana lamp began to shake more violently.

In the cellar left alone, Aranion muttered again.

“I feel lonely.”

I was really lonely.