I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With - I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With chapter 163

163 – Cult of the Moon – (1)

“You look so sad.”

While climbing the steeple, I muttered a simple sentiment.

Scenery of the capital city at sunset. Sigrun, whose light should come up slowly. However, there was no magic light turned on anywhere outside the imperial palace.

“Everyone must be away, I mean.”

Uriad, who was looking at the scenery together, answered.

“Is it finally today?”

“Yes.”

I nodded at Uriard’s words and rolled my eyes.

And.

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▶ [ Act 4 – Cult of the Moon ]

– Clear conditions

1. Lynthia Ayren survives

2. Defeat Arwen, the Apostle of Corruption

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On the left side of the field of view, a quest window with brief clearing conditions appeared.

In the blink of an eye, two weeks passed.

Time passed like a stream, and finally summer ended and cool weather arrived. At the same time, the tension that gripped the entire empire also increased, and by now, the imperial palace had become so quiet that it was natural to say that it was lonely.

The reason was simple. It was because their families and important people left the capital and evacuated, leaving only the essentials. More than half of the people of Sigrun’s empire also vacated their homes and left for the provinces.

Received the mouse king’s intelligence that few places in the empire’s territories were untouched by blood relatives, the refugees were sent to the Rumen-El Territory, which was said to be relatively safe. This was only possible because of Harzfeld’s kindness.

In fact, when the imperial administration actively arranged for evacuation, everyone was dubious.

No matter how erratic the church was during the time, they couldn’t understand how a huge empire would be frightened by just a few apostles.

It was a tragedy not too long ago that reversed this public opinion.

As the Church of the Moon changed its doctrine and confronted the Empire’s will, the State Church also reversed its stance and tried to punish the Church. Yuriard and the military commander were also happy to say that it would be of great help, but that expectation returned to the worst result after a while.

The news that armed groups and executioners within the National Church have been wiped out.

As the national church’s influence over the entire empire was closely related to the people’s livelihood, the defeat of the executioner could be said to be the shock of the collapse of the sky itself.

It was because of this background that more than half of the population of Sigrun abandoned the capital.

“Whoa.”

Take out a water bag and moisten your parched lips.

Most of the troops within the Imperial Territory are already stationed in Sigrun.

I was preparing for the army of the Church that could come at any moment.

“Freed.”

Uriard asked me with a solemn expression as I swallowed my tension like that.

“What is it?”

“About Milia.”

With those words, I guessed what Uriard wanted to say.

“Why did you bite Millia into her rear, do you want to say this?”

“Yes. There is no force like her in our guards. It would be a great loss to the entire Empire if Milia, who should have fired firepower from her front, had to protect her from behind. No, the damage is right.”

“I guess so.”

“I know very well that you care for Milia, but this time… ….”

“I have no intention of reversing.”

As soon as I said it clearly, Uriad also closed his eyes as if he had given up.

After that conversation with Milia here, I immediately conveyed my opinion to Uriard. He asked to take Milia out as Lyncia’s escort. Because I pushed forward with the authority of the Guardian Guard, even Yuirard could not restrain my stubbornness.

‘…… Lord Fried, why? You promised to fight together!’

At that time, Milia could see her shocked face.

Milia, who was fiercely repulsed when I first brought up her story, distorted her face as if she was about to burst into tears when I asked for her opinion without giving her any more space.

However, while feeling guilty, I had no intention of giving up.

Act 4, the shadow of death over Millia.

I could never ignore this.

“You seem to know something.”

It was the words that Uriad came up with after seeming to think for a moment.

“You mean me?”

“Yes. Fred you. I’ve been looking at you for nearly 20 years, but you for the past year…… It’s like you’ve become a different person.”

“…… Hmm.”

“Did something happen?”

I was possessed in another world.

If you said that truthfully, your throat would run away.

No, there’s no way you’ll believe me before then.

“It’s just a change of heart.”

“Is it because of Your Majesty?”

“That…… That’s it.”

That wasn’t a mistake.

In the original work, Fried also continued to lead an insane life, ran into Lynxia, identified with Cleta, and conflicted. As a result, he took his own life.

Is it the simplest solution to the oath?

“Worst.”

Just as I was muttering someone’s habitual words, Cora hurriedly jumped up from under the spire.

She shouted at me and Yuriard, gasping for her breath.

“Wow, here we are! Church!”

“…… Is it finally?”

Yuri Erd hardened her face and tied the hem of her cloak. I also glanced behind her, taking her sword and pauldron from her cora.

A half-moon was slowly rising against the background of the imperial palace, which had become dark after the sun had set.

The symbol of Iscobal is draped over the capital.

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“I thought they would give me a big welcome.”

As the darkness is thick. Sepia, a giant quadrupedal monster that walks slowly over it.

As Lying down in sepia and floating around, Arwen spoke skillfully.

Behind her were a row of fanatics with unfocused eyes, priests of the church with hoods pressed down deeply, and a girl in pure white riding on a palanquin.

Cleta Iscova, the girl in the lead, looked at Arwen flying in the sky and the panoramic view of the capital, then tilted her head.

“It’s as quiet as a dead mouse.”

As Arwen said, we had just entered the capital’s walls, but there was no trace of people.

The dimly shining lights of the imperial palace are the only milestones.

As he was questioning that fact, Arwen approached and poked Cleta in the cheek as he answered.

“Well, everyone must have rolled their tails and ran away. That’s why I said it was too much, I. You have to send one or two people alive so you have the will to fight.”

“That…… I think it was self-defense.”

The paladins of the church who attacked them not too long ago.

Cleta didn’t let a single one of them live.

It seems that this incident has become a seed.

“But I thought that Iscobal would shoot at least a cannon, but that’s not it.”

“… ….”

“Why. Are you excited to see your brother after a long time?”

“It’s not like that.”

Cleta flatly denied it.

It’s been a long time since I met Fried in my own mind, but rather than that, I had a stronger sense of purpose for a greater cause.

“You have to kill it.”

“You don’t have to kill me. Because it can only be neutralized. Just in case? Might become an apostle.”

“No. Never. My brother will never be broken unless he dies.”

“You seem to know Iscobal well.”

“I know that.”

Well, isn’t that the person who killed his father?

Cleta’s eyes fell calmly, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

Anyone can see that she is losing her temper. Arwen put a smile on her lips as she looked at Cleta.

“Cleta, there is something you should know.”

“What is it?”

“You only think about dealing with Iscobal and the Empress. My people and Sepia will take care of the rest.”

The key to the plan is Cleta. The rest of the priests were just chaff, or attendants.

The plan to become a god. Arwen couldn’t come up with a person who could be considered the most threatening. Arwen turned her body over as she lay in sepia, looked up at the sky, and she pondered.

“No matter how strong you are, Cleta, you are not invincible. If you are attacked with a pincer, you can lose as much as you like.”

“How many times do you say that? I know, me too.”

Like it or not, Arwen pondered, folding her fingers.

“First of all, you have to be careful…… The sage Yuriad, the spirit knight Lautrec, and again…….”

“Isn’t that Seira Liantour?”

“Oh, that’s right. There was that monster, too.”

Arwen clapped his hands at Cleta’s words.

Cleta also had the experience of almost succumbing to the Archmage’s power not too long ago. Had it not been for Arwen’s help, she would have changed her life there.

She was, of course, Cleta who became stronger than she was back then, but she was still a bit reluctant to face the Arch Mage alone.

Arwen also asked Cleta to confirm that he fully agreed.

“Only the monsters of Liantur must be avoided. Because that b*tch can destroy our formation by herself.”

“Yes… ….”

Cleta, who was about to agree calmly, felt her hair stand on end.

Then she raised her head hastily.

The dark road was shining brightly, and huge beams of light were pouring down from the sky as if a light was shining down on it.

“No.”

It is not a ray of light.

This…….

“…… Matan.”

Kwaguawang!

Soon after, a huge explosion shook the land.

Smoke rose, and nearby buildings collapsed. The roadside was devastated, but fortunately the area around where Cleta was standing was not damaged.

Because Sepia spread her body wide above her head to catch her attack.

After taking the sepia back, Arwen sighed deeply.

“Yes. The tiger said he would come if I told him, but the dragon came at all.”

The sky I looked up with those words.

There, a girl with her golden hair flying in the moonlight was flying.

“Long time no see, trash.”

It was a small voice, but the echo came down smartly to the ground.

Cleta swallowed her saliva and looked at the wizard in front of her eyes.

“Did I tell you last time? I will kill you all with my own hands.”

Arch Mage Seira Liantour.

The continent’s strongest man was right in front of his eyes.