Swordmaster of the Red Light District - Swordmaster of the Red Light District chapter 172

Duty (1)

172

Ernst reported to the emperor what had happened.

Most of it was true, but Ray’s performance was deliberately omitted.

By omitting Rey’s performance, Ernst’s achievements naturally inflated.

Ernst felt embarrassed for a long time, but he did not change his expression.

Right now, it seemed like he was taking credit, but in the long run, it was clear that this judgment would work in Rey’s favor.

Upon hearing the report, the emperor did not have a good expression on his face.

The job itself turned out not bad.

Ernst carried out the duties entrusted to him by the Emperor neatly, recovered all of his Dragonhearts, and prevented an attack that could have caused great harm to the Empire.

It was definitely a great result.

However, in the process, it was confirmed that demons appeared in the middle of the empire and performed their tricks.

The appearance of demons would be a good reason to purge some nobles or lose their power, but the emperor could never be happy.

Ernst emphasized once again.

“Given the demon’s abilities and circumstances, it is presumed to be ‘Eridanus’, a demon that appeared about 600 years ago.”

“…”

It was a demon worthy of being called a giant.

Moreover, according to Ernst’s testimony, Eridanus exerted a power somewhat close to that of a Lord-class in the middle of the Empire, not in the Demon Sacred.

What this meant, the emperor did not know.

“Tough times may come.”

The Emperor turned to Phoebus, who was kneeling beside Ernst.

“You have a heavy duty to bear.”

Phoebus bowed his head deeply.

After looking at Phoebus for a while, the Emperor sighed and briefly discussed with Ernst what to do next.

Simple but very effective measures were first discussed, such as increasing the support of the intelligence service and special forces, and taking a more detailed look at the trends of other countries.

After a brief discussion, the emperor clearly congratulated Ernst for his achievements.

Although Ernst arbitrarily used the warp gate without the permission of the imperial family, the slaughter of demons was much greater.

It was very rare to talk about the procedure and make an issue with the public servant who prevented the situation that nearly divided the empire.

The emperor, who promised to complete the detailed pedagogical work as soon as possible, sent Ernst out.

Phoebus, who was alone with the emperor, improved his appearance even more.

The emperor’s eyes looked down on Phoebos, and regret lingered in his eyes.

“If the devil’s will has begun to descend upon the world again, you must become the center of mankind and fight a great disaster.”

“I’ll show you.”

“Jim was immoral and did not give you a good foundation ahead of a difficult time. But I believe that you are wise and will get through the difficult road well enough.”

“…”

“First, create a successor. The number of the imperial family has decreased a lot. Your position is also unstable, so you need a succession to solve him.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Before Jim dies, I want to see a child born.”

“Your Majesty, how could you…”

The emperor cut off the obvious answer Phoebus was about to say.

The emperor rose from his seat and descended from the throne.

The emperor still looked correct, but he knew very well that he didn’t have much time left.

“Follow me.”

The Emperor and Phoebus walked through the Imperial Palace together.

After continuing to walk towards the depths of the Imperial Palace, even the Royal Guard who was escorting them disappeared.

The emperor, who had reached the depths of the palace, approached the blocked wall and stretched out his hand.

With an unknown mechanical sound, the original wall was covered in blue light, guiding the Emperor and Phoebus to the space beyond the wall.

Phoebus, who had closed his eyes for a while due to the bright light, opened his eyes again.

A large square came into view, and all sides were made of a material that looked like crystal glass.

The emperor walked to the small fountain in the center of the square and ordered Phoebus to cut off his finger.

Phoebus cut off his own finger and dripped blood onto the fountain.

The emperor opened his mouth as he looked at the fountain that shimmered for a moment and returned to its original shape.

“As of this time, you are the Crown Prince of the Empire, and you are qualified to act on behalf of some of the Emperor’s authority.”

Phoebus fell to his knees.

The emperor himself raised Phoebus and went to the edge of the square.

Blue marbles were lined up in a row on the wall that made up the square.

the emperor ordered

“Put your hand on it.”

Phoebus obeyed his orders.

The moment he touched the marble, Phoibos’ consciousness was swept away into another space.

“…!!!”

Phoebus saw the vision.

He was watching the moment when the history of the empire first began, with his own two eyes.

The welcome kept changing.

Someone’s gaze on past events covered Phoebus’s eyes without stopping.

Phoebus could understand what kind of causal connection between the events of the day led to such a conclusion.

Phoebus, who had been watching the vision half-consciously, felt a headache and stepped back.

Whoops!

Phoebus, who returned to the square after the illusion was extinguished, stumbled in place.

After clearing his mind for a moment, Phoebus looked at the emperor.

Phoebus was startled.

I thought at least a few days had passed, but the Emperor’s time seemed to have gone by only a few seconds.

The emperor took a deep breath as he looked around the hundreds of marbles embedded in the wall.

It was somewhat of a reminder.

“Over 1000 years of empire history is here.”

“…”

“I will be able to fill in the experience you lack.”

It was a space where many valuable records of those who were called heroes as well as the history and experiences experienced by successive emperors were left behind.

It is impossible for a human to embody all the records here, but it was an optimal place for a wise man with little experience to fill the gap.

Phoebus, who was walking in the square with the emperor in silent admiration, stopped.

A red barrier was blocking the place where the marble should be embedded.

“What is that… what?”

“It’s a sealed record.”

“…?”

“It is someone’s record 600 years ago. It is said that the emperor of the time sealed it himself.”

“…!”

“They say you need the Imperial Divine Sword to unlock the seal. If you try to open it forcibly, the record inside will also be destroyed.”

After the emperor turned to Phoebus, he placed a hand on his shoulder.

“When the time comes, the new sword of the Empire will also return to the Imperial Household. Wait.”

Phoebus followed the emperor with a mischievous smile.

*

Earl Phillips has been living with a headache lately.

I couldn’t help but worry that Rey was properly photographed by the Imperial Swordmaster.

How unlucky would it have to be to meet the Sword Master of the Empire in that vast empire?

Count Phillips let out a suffocating sigh.

It was literally an emergency.

However, it was difficult to move around recklessly because I was trembling with Yunan and wanted to raise suspicions for nothing.

“Jimmy, take good care of Leia.”

“All right.”

Jimmy has recently reduced Lea’s contact with outsiders as much as possible.

There are very few people who know that Leah is not Jimmy’s real child, so if only a few people get into trouble, the probability of a big problem is low.

Count Phillips heard Jimmy’s report and went to Clemens.

The Count, escorted by Jimmy and Picor, climbed the stairs of the building where Clemens lived.

Sha Sha Sha Sha Sha!

“…?”

The Count climbed the stairs and looked between the hallways.

An elf, not some big c*ckroach, was crawling down the hallway with an apple in his mouth.

The Count, who was looking at him quietly, asked Jimmy, wondering if it was possible.

“Have you ever heard of an elf race that walks on four legs?”

“This is the beginning of the golden hour.”

Hearing the chatter, Miner looked back belatedly.

Miner, who found the Count, turned around a few more times with his hips raised, and awkwardly stood up.

Miner got up from a slumped position and muttered an apple in his hand and spit it out.

Miner, whose mouth was finally free, bowed slightly to greet him.

“Ah, hello…?”

The Count looked at Miner with his eyes on the four-legged savage animal and asked.

“Where’s Clemens?”

“I’m in the room over there…”

“Thank you.”

Still, the Count passed Miner with the least courtesy.

After the Count entered Clemens’s room, Miner glanced at the surroundings and touched the ground with both hands.

The elf, who had degenerated again within a few seconds, hummed with an apple in his mouth.

*

Clemens welcomed the Count who had come in person after a long time.

The Count and Clemens were now building a relationship of trust of their own. It was all thanks to Clemens’ efforts.

Thanks to this, the Count opened his mouth to Clemens with a lot of ease.

“The Empire is in a lot of chaos. Be mindful of your words and actions. Do not try to contact outsiders for a while.”

“I’ll be careful.”

“Lord Picor will protect this place. It’s more about the elves than about you.”

Clemens smiled a little and looked through the door.

“Miner is also doing well without causing any major problems.”

“I hope to do that in the future. If an elf shows any suspicious behavior, please let me know. I also don’t want to see blood, so I want to stop it before it becomes a problem.”

“All right.”

After finishing the story to be told, the count changed the topic.

“You should have been mad.”

The Count looked at the landscape painted by Clemens and admired himself.

Even though it had not been long since he started painting, Clemens’s skills had developed rapidly.

The Count, who was looking at the painting that felt the cold of the twilight dawn, turned his eyes to the side.

A painting of an elf sitting on a chair hung on the wall.

The elf in the picture was elegant and beautiful.

Until recently, an animal that could walk on four legs could not be considered a model.

There were quite a few other drawings of elves.

The Count made a strange expression when he saw the picture of the beautiful smiling elf.

Clemens, noticing the strange atmosphere, waved his hand.

“That… it’s not like that.”

Clemens diligently added that there were no picture models, so there were only a lot of pictures of elves.

After the Count replied that he would know, he stood up.

“I wish you all the best in the future. If you need anything, tell me. I will prepare as much as possible.”

“Thank you for the Count’s grace.”

*

Count Phillips, who returned to his office after meeting with Clemens, leaned back in his chair.

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Now, with the exception of abandoning the territory and running away, most of the crackdowns and preparations that can be done have been completed.

There wasn’t much else I could do about it other than hope things go well.

“…”

The Count was worried about Alessia.

By now, I was hit here and there and ignored, and my heart ached for nothing.

If you don’t keep coming forward and stay still, you’re not going to be stoned, but Alesia, whom the Count knew, wasn’t the kind of person to do that.

The Count sighed and opened the letter in the office and read it.

Before long, the count’s expression became much worse.

“The Count?”

Didier expressed concern and called the Count.

Count Phillips put his eyebrows on the thorn in the pain.

In the letter, there was news that Viscount Ult had a problem .