I Was Threatened To Go Out With Her Majesty the Princess - I Was Threatened To Go Out With Her Majesty the Princess chapter 38

38 – Episode 38 The Traitor

The head of the School of Greed.

master of greed.

A person who dreams of grand plans.

Deculan of greed gently closed his eyes.

“Oops… He’s dead.”

The person he was connecting with just before died.

Normally, it would be normal for the sorcerer to get hit if he died without

disconnecting his mind from the organism he connected his mind to, but there was

no shock or aftermath to Deculan.

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I have explained to the great warrior that no matter how many times this

happens, the warrior always tramples on his head whenever he meets him.

It wasn’t a particularly good feeling. The feeling of having someone break your

head.

I can’t help but feel unpleasant even though I don’t feel any other emotion or

pain.

If it had been someone other than the great warrior, Glaya on Frasilant, who had

blown off the head into which his mind briefly entered, he would not have

concealed his anger and displeasure.

“Ah, it must have been hidden from the distorted.”

A madman passes through Deculan’s mind. A person who sets out on the path of a

madman in order to achieve an unattainable level.

He doesn’t know, but Degulan respects him.

He had infinite kindness towards the person who had forced himself to reach a

path that was originally unreachable.

So, give me a present.

He blinked for a moment.

view is switched

The demonic spirit engulfed his mind in an instant.

the deepest pit of the abyss.

Greed flared up there.

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A thick cloud of smoke enveloped the area.

“Coke! Coke!”

oh, smoke.

The ashes soared high into the sky, and then quickly fell to the ground by the

raindrops pouring down from the sky.

I glared at the minister.

“That’s right. Did you really have to blow someone’s head like that?”

Glaya did not answer. He fiddles with his palms.

“Is that so?”

I wondered if he was hurt, so I called the minister again. His eyebrows

twitched.

“Kadian. Why do you keep calling me Gluya?”

“Then shall I call you Minister?”

“Call me Minister.”

Well, the tone was good, but it’s a pity.

I looked down with no regrets at all.

A round pit appeared around where I was standing.

As soon as the minister exploded the head of the warlock filled with greed,

war lock’s body exploded, creating a crater.

I’ll go quietly

I rubbed my sore arm with my hand.

“Anyway, what greed said…”

The Minister of Information and the Traitor…

I stopped talking.

Knock, knock.

Another warlock was being eaten by demonic energy. Familiar Magi. Another

familiar way.

the

Greed, he’s back.

No… it didn’t come back intact.

A grotesque face covered in blood appears. It had a disgusting shape made of

dark red blood.

greed, said

it’s a gift

“Why is the one who left coming back?”

I snapped my fingers.

Lightning strikes. A red bolt of lightning pierced the dark red face.

blood is splattered On the wide drops of rain, drops of blood poured like rain.

What appears at the end of the poured road is a two-pronged arrow.

The name of the minister, Glaya, was stuck on the southwest arrow.

The arrow pointing northwest had my name on it.

As one more war lock dies, Deculan speaks through his mouth.

[Cadian, it’s good. I would appreciate it if both of you follow the direction

of the arrow with your name written on it.”

“Why should I?”

“It is not compulsory. However, this is purely a suggestion in my favor.”

“But still, why do you have to do that?”

[At the end of your road, Cadian, a magician who will soon be killed by a

traitor. –

[Glaya, at the end of your road, the magic department will soon be offered as a

sacrifice.

“Because there is.”

Before long, Deculan felt his vision cut off.

The ill-tempered Glaya swung the axe and realized Cadian had completely

destroyed his magic circuits.

Deculan gave a rotten smile.

“1 gave you a present, but you are not welcome.”

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Ce Minister of Information, Griego felt strange as he saw the approaching

black robes and backed away.

They were definitely ‘wizards’. ‘Warlocks’, not ‘Battle Wizards’ in the Ministry

of Magic.

As always.

This change is like a drop of water falling on a calm wave.

It comes at an unexpected moment.

Fishy.

A small bursting sound passed my ears. Red blood soaked the robe and dripped

onto the floor.

A dark red puddle pooled, and blood continued to spurt without knowing how to

stop.

2 Seogwan Lee, Trani. For an instant, he felt his body lighten. The senses are

dizzy. Weakness throughout the body.

he spoke with difficulty. He spat out the name of the being piercing his body.

“What… are you doing… Plan…”

“Tranin.”

Plane met his eyes. heart pulled out

There is no way to live in this state, at least not in the abyss. So, Plan

whispered to Tranin.

“sorry.”

It was sincere.

2 Seogwan Lee Tranin gritted his teeth. He tried to raise mana.

However, it was not easy to gather mana in a state where the source of life, the

heart, was pulled out.

Not to mention, the mana of the body that had been planted with magic candles

was quickly disturbed regardless of his will.

“why…”

Tranin was wondering. It was a question about the betrayal of Plan.

Plan laughed bitterly. And at the same time, he completely ripped out Tranin’s

heart.

The light disappears between his eyes. Like the sky located high up there.

Tranin’s eyes turned gray.

Plann doesn’t say anything, and the dead are also silent.

“Did you kill the night mouse?”

In his ears, words are heard.

“What would you do if I told you that there is a traitor like that?”

Flann shook his head.

Deculan had been talking to him in his head since earlier. He explained the

whole situation.

Plan denounced him for notifying Cadian and Minister Glaya that there was a

traitor and also calling Cadian here.

[Since the night rat was looking for a traitor, the result was to be known

anyway. –

The Minister of Information was ordered by the Emperor to find the traitor of

the Ministry of Magic.

Emperor, Lane knew. That there is a traitor in the Ministry of Magic.

That’s why he did not explain anything to Glaya, and gave the emperor.

Also, from the moment Glajah headed to the bottomless pit, I was worried about

what he would see.

[By the way, the night mouse…

“I’m going to kill you from now on.”

Flan drew his sword.

Taaat.

The surrounding scenery changes in an instant. My feet pound the ground, and the

hem of my clothes flutters in the wind that resists.

Griego, who was being chased by black wizards, blamed his stupid head.

“That was stupid.”

I was late in judging the situation. Is it a little too late to run away?

One arm was blown off by a warlock.

Griego runs with slow footsteps. Griego’s fighting skills were not very good,

but his ability to escape was excellent.

But… the moment the sword fell over his head.

Griego had an intuition of his inevitable death.

squeak.

Plan was more of a swordsman than a wizard. His family was a renowned swordsman.

The family head of the time, Plan, learned magic, but like Glaya, the basic

frame is more like a swordsman.

His sword shines gracefully. The silver light turned dark red, and the head that

had lost its owner fell to the floor.

Took.

The fallen neck rolls. The floor wasn’t sloping, but the impact of the fall

caused the neck to bounce and roll to a stop right in front of someone’s feet.

Someone stopped running.

Flan looks at someone and smiles.

In his laughter, madness, anger, mourning, sadness… All emotions were mixed

and mixed like chaos.

Soon he opened his mouth.

“Are you here? Vice Minister.”

Waving black robes, the one approaching was not a warlock. Even if it is the

same black robe, it looks even blacker when this person is wearing it.

As he walks his wrists and snaps his fingers, bright circuits of light float in

the air.

Plane was naturally nervous.

How many spells the man had inscribed on his body right in front of him, what

types and types of magic he had.

Even though it’s a plan I’ve worked with for years.

Like the others, he, too, had no idea how many spells were inscribed in his

body, and what types they were.

The man took out a magical weed from his bosom and put it in his mouth.

Plan knew. That it was part of the process of preparing him to fight.

So, Plan also grabs the sword.

His feet sweep the ground once. A cloud of dust rose and then settled.

The man who was slowly smoking the magic candle threw it onto the ground and

rubbed it with his feet to put out the fire.

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spoke slowly.

“.were you a traitor?”

His voice was low. Underlying it was sadness as well as anger.

“Flan Derilane.”

Plann cheerily affirmed.

“yes. That’s me.”

I am a traitor.

It was the moment he spoke.

dismissal.

sparks fly A single flash of light ran towards the flan.