I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With - I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With chapter 101

101 – Covenant and Mayhem – (3)

On a late afternoon, in the Empire’s office, all I could hear was the rustle of bells.

“You’re busy, you’re busy.”

Executive Officer Korold Higgins touched the papers in a cold sweat. It seemed that they were doing post-processing related to the damage caused by this incident.

“Do you have a lot of work?”

“Without blinking eyes.”

Coreld busily teased his hands as if he didn’t even have time to answer. Signatures in neat handwriting are written on the paper one after another.

On the other hand, I was reading a book I had brought from the library, yawning boredly.

Actually, I was planning on sparring with Millia, but the schedule was disrupted as he suddenly disappeared into the guards quarters, probably feeling upset.

But there was nowhere else to go to do other things.

This was because most of the facilities were closed due to the temporary strengthening of the palace’s security after the incident.

After all, time is melting in the office.

Lyn Sia, who would be my companion, seemed to be getting a good night’s sleep as she was exhausted from the library trip that lasted nearly a week.

“Um.”

I’m sorry for staring at you like this.

Sorry for some reason, I picked up a document.

“Oh! That’s an important document!”

“Huh.”

But at that moment, an evil spirit fell.

At some point, Coreld turned and turned on the light in her eyes.

Do you have eyes on the back of her head? Its multitasking ability was comparable to that of a supercomputer.

That’s why it must be rumored to be the best worker in the empire. I heard that he even returned his vacation last time, but his passion was great.

“I just wanted to help.”

“It’s okay. It’s helpful for Sir Fried to stay still.”

“…… Her.”

This is being treated as a complete waste.

There’s nothing I can’t understand.

Corel de said, wiping her mustache.

“Lord Fried’s responsibility as a border guard to keep His Majesty safe is more weighty than these chores.”

“Well, that’s true too.”

“Recently, it seems that His Majesty has been very concerned. Please take good care of me. Unlike this one…… His Majesty does not trust Sir Fried.”

Having said that, Coreld bowed her head, as if she was embarrassed, and began to focus on her work.

His back looks slimmer than when he first saw it because he was exhausted from work.

“Mr. Coreld.”

“Hmm?”

“That, you, too, are like Millia.”

Coreld frowned at her.

“What does that mean… ….”

“There is just such a thing.”

Well, that sounds good.

At first I thought it was long, but now it’s clear.

There was no one like Korald in the Empire.

*

The office was vacated for Coreld’s concentration. In fact, even without my help, Coreld handled the job skillfully.

He wandered aimlessly, and then a thought struck him and he walked to the edge of his introspection. And when he reached his destination, the door was still open.

Even the enhanced guards of the imperial palace couldn’t close this place.

I went inside and walked through the hallways. And stopped in front of the door.

“This is it.”

Partitions made of pure white cloth, stretched out beds, and the strangely spicy smell of herbs tickle the nostrils.

I also had a place where I owed a few times.

It was a hospital room.

“Hey, Lautrec.”

“Is it Freed?”

As I waved my hand and went inside, I was greeted by a mummified Lautrec who had become a bouncer.

I heard that Cleta beat her almost to the point of death, but she managed to survive.

I’ve said everything that was more serious than the last time Yuriard’s injury.

“Are you feeling well?”

“For now.”

I pulled the chair in front of Lautrec’s bed and sat down.

And then I noticed the strange warmth I felt from the chair.

“It was strong.”

Lautrec spoke first.

“Your sister.”

“Is Cleta?”

“I couldn’t even compete with you. If it wasn’t for Seira-sama’s aid, both Yuria and I would have been destined to die.”

Lautrec searched for his memory and twisted his mouth. And he clenched his fists in anger.

“I have never seen such an unclean being. Besides, as the battle went on, it got stronger and stronger. To be honest, I was afraid.”

“… ….”

I guess so.

Cleta is the boss of Raising Empress. She was, in effect, the final boss of Act 8.

“I realized this through this incident. The fact that you need to be stronger.”

“Hmm.”

“Cleta will also come back stronger than before. Next time, she will never lose.”

Lautrec silently makes up his mind.

His eyes were burning.

Seeing that Coreld, Milia, and even Lautrek were full of enthusiasm, I thought that Lincia had a good person around her.

So all the more, I couldn’t believe that this kind of Lautrec would later become an apostle.

“By the way.”

I sighed.

I’m sorry to have a serious conversation, but I keep getting nervous.

I said looking across the bed.

“Come out soon. I see everything.”

“… ….”

At that moment, light blue hair rose from the corner of the bed.

“…… You can see it too.”

The priest of the church, Yuria Nruin, was looking at me with her strange eyes sticking out her face.

“Can’t you notice? There are even chairs here.”

“Worst. Trash.”

After the dungeon collapsed, all remaining prisoners were transferred to a makeshift camp outside Sigrun. However, Yuria remained here.

This is because of Lautrec’s influence. Seira’s testimony was also added to this. In fact, Yuria said that she rebelled against Cleta.

Considering that she was a death row inmate, she still had the magic tool around her neck, but the shackles on her limbs were off. It couldn’t have been a dramatic rise in status.

“Looks like you have a new pet you haven’t seen before.”

“Yuria is not a pet.”

“I am not an animal.”

Everyone says a word.

Of course, that figure growling at me was the perfect watchdog itself.

Even the magic tool worn around the neck looks like a leash.

In a way, you can say that Lautrec’s absurd interrogation method worked.

She sees that Yuria is a very easy-going woman.

“It just went well. She has something to discuss.”

As everyone gathered, I changed the subject.

“Apostle of the Abyss, Phaedras.”

“… ….”

At my words, Yuria hardened her expression.

Lautrec nodded her head politely as if he had heard the story as well.

“Yes. She heard that there is an apostle who wants to corrupt her spirit realm, just as Yuria said.”

He waved his hand. Then, Sylphy crawls out from between Lautrec’s blankets.

However, unlike before, the light emitted by Sylphy was noticeably dimmed.

“Sylphy’s condition is not very good. It’s probably their trick.”

“Are you saying that plans are already underway? Yuria, do you know more about this?”

Yuria shook her head.

It was a sad expression.

Well, she must have heard that the other day was all I could find out from her.

I clapped my hands.

“If left unattended, it would probably become a major disaster. It’s something that might harm His Majesty, who has learned spiritism.”

In a calm atmosphere, I continued.

“So, before they launch their next raid, I plan to hit that apostle first from this side.”

“…… An apostle?”

Lautrec gave a look of disbelief.

But there was no way. Waiting for the fifth act was too risky. Besides, it’s not like you don’t know how it will turn out again. Then, like the second act, it was necessary to pluck it from the root.

I looked at YuRia. She was looking at me with an angry expression.

“Yuria, he said he was working at Highlings or something like Fedras.”

“…… Yes. It’s because High Linx is a region that is no different from the origin of sorcery. It is the closest land to the spirit realm.”

“Then go there and kill Phaedras. Doesn’t that solve everything?”

“…… That’s it, but…….”

Yuria looked at me in an unreliable way.

I can’t help but look at it with those eyes.

“Still an apostle? Are you very strong?”

“I know. So, I prepared a way.”

“What is that?”

I smiled and took out a magic tool from my bosom. It was a tool for long-distance communication.

Unaware of her identity, Yuria tilted her head, but Lautrec laughed.

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“You are going to eat everything to the bone, you.”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been helping, so I have to accept it.”

I blew mana into the magic tool.

After a while, a frivolous voice came out at the same time as the magic tools were lit.

[Yo! Mr. Fried! What did I call this sister for today?]

It was Seira’s voice.

I answered as routinely as possible.

“I have a request.”

[Yes. If it’s our West’s request, we should always do it. So, what is that request?]

“I just wanted to see if I could kill a person.”

If that side wins, I thought that this side would also respond as a fraudulent character.