Grave Keeper of the Fallen Kingdom

He looked at Cleta with a pale face as if he had seen something Fervent couldn’t see.

“Sir Cleta… … ?”

“Sit down.”

Unlike a moment ago, Cleta sits down with a cold look in her eyes.

Sensing the atmosphere inside, Furbent turns his eyes around and sits down in front of Ren.

“No, how the hell… … ?”

Does it make sense that Ren, who had a long-cherished relationship with Arjen, was with Cleta?

Furbant couldn’t believe the relationship easily even though he was looking at it himself.

‘That arrogant Cleta Argen was only attached to Len Argen, who was kicked out of the family?’

Cleta shed a sneer at Fervent, who was staring at Cleta with blank eyes.

“Pervant Wesseler. How many times have you accepted gifts, do you dare to think that you are standing shoulder to shoulder with Arjen?”

“yes… , yes? All of that is absurd!”

“It doesn’t matter… … , A guy like that dares to come to me to catch someone from Argen?”

A chill emanated from Cleta that seemed to freeze the opponent with just a glance.

Fervent, his hands shaking, felt that something was wrong and fell flat on the floor.

“How could that be! How dare you dare to do something like that to Arzen, the best swordsman on the continent… … .”

“It’s still just a slick word.”

Seeing-

Cleta jumped up from her seat and drew her sword.

“Oh, Mr. Cleta!”

“Is the reason you tried to touch Lesia and Ren to mock Argen? Or is it an indirect expression of dissatisfaction?”

“What are you talking about? How could I, who only received help from Arzen, think that way?”

Cleta, who had bitten her lips at Fervent’s absurd excuse, lifted Fervent’s chin with the tip of his sword.

“If you get out of here with those three tongues, are you going to run to Prince Lev and beg for revenge?”

“never! How could I?”

His swollen face was wet with cold sweat.

The opponent is from the Argen family.

Even if Ferbant was killed on the spot, who could hold Arzen accountable?

Furbant was gripped by the fear that he might really die, and he gradually lost his temper.

“How can I believe that-”

“Uncle, please stop.”

Ren stopped Cleta and walked over to Furbant and grabbed his hair.

“Huh!”

Ren glared at Fervent’s face, lost in thought.

‘I just don’t understand… … .’

Let’s say you were able to touch him easily because you had no power or power in your previous life.

However, acting like that in this life didn’t suit Fervent’s usual way of dealing with life.

‘If it’s the power of Furbant, there’s no need to do that.’

I dare say Argen… … .

‘Argen? no way… , because we are Argen?’

Does Fervent have a grudge against Argen?

Or is he just a pervert who takes delight in playing with people from the famous Argen family?

“Fervent Wesseler.”

“Yes.”

“Is there any grudge against the Argen family?”

“Oh, how could that be!”

“Then why did you dare to touch someone from the Argen family?”

“that… … .”

Fervent, who was rolling his eyeballs here and there, gulped down his saliva and finally spewed out an honest thought.

“It’s fun to have those who inherited the blood of the Argen family under me, so stop… … .”

“He was a real crazy old man.”

Ren was dumbfounded and kicked Fervent in the face with his shoe.

“Kheuheouk!”

One of his cheeks was torn open, and blood gushed out.

But before he had time to hurt, Ren lifted Fervent’s face and met his gaze.

“Do you want to live?”

“All, of course… … .”

“Then make a contract with me. how is it?”

“I’ll do it.”

Releasing his hand, Ren pulled out a piece of paper and wax from his bosom and placed them in front of him.

“Now, just put your Jijang here.”

Fervent, who was reading the contents inside, looked at Ren with a white face.

“This makes no sense… … .”

“Then you should die here.”

“I will… It is.”

Fervent, who grasped the atmosphere, immediately interfered with the contract.

Only then did Ren sit down with a satisfied face.

Fervent follows him and sits down.

“Is this done now?”

“No, then shall we listen to the weakness of holding the leash properly?”

“… … yes?”

“A contract alone is not enough. If you don’t like your weakness, tell me Lev’s weakness. something we might be tempted to If that’s not the case, it’s a contract and you die here.”

“I-I really don’t know anything!”

“If you don’t know, you should die. do you have any stars? isn’t it? Uncle?”

“yes.”

Fervent’s complexion went white again.

But inside, there was a hint of leeway that Ren was intimidating.

From the fact that he presented the contract, he must have thought that it would be more useful to save himself than to kill him.

“My uncle, please stay. I will cut.”

Without hesitation, Ren drew his sword and slowly approached, holding out a blue blade.

At the same time, an Eternal Stone glowing red.

“Ugh!”

Suddenly, the pressure, like a heavy rebar on top of his body, pressed down on Fervent.

As my body became heavy and I couldn’t move properly, the composure I had inside disappeared somewhere and my fear grew several times over.

‘Gee, are you really trying to cut me? ah… , no! I can’t die in vain like this… … !’

As if his reason had been paralyzed, the anxiety that had been sitting inside dominated his mind.

“Sah, save me.”

“Then you can speak.”

“… … I will tell you.”

Fervent swallowed, barely wiping the sweat from his damp face with his sleeve.

“Prince Lev-.”

“You will have to tell me the right thing. If I feel you trying to patch things up with what we already know, I’ll slit your throat.”

Fervent, who rolled his eyes at Ren’s threat, cleared his mind again and opened his mouth.

“… … They plan to assassinate the king.”

“what?”

“You’ve finally crossed the line.”

Shocking information from Fervent’s mouth.

Cleta nodded calmly, and Ren glared at Ferbent with his eyes wide open.

“A meeting with the Kingdom of Rosaria, sending Prince Louis to the north, and the king while power is empty… … , I plan to assassinate you.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because I will be the next President of the now vacant Privy Council.”

“Well, the plan will need Fervent’s power.”

In order to do all this, the general co-operation of the Privy Council is essential.

The king, now in a sickly state, could not ignore the advice of the Privy Council.

‘Is this really true? He confided in the plan too easily.’

Cleta was suspicious.

No matter how terribly he is about his life, the moment he blows up his plan, even if he is alive, he is not alive.

Doesn’t he know that he will be dragged by the leash from the moment he reveals all his cards?

However, as soon as Ren approached with a sword, Ferbant blew away the secret so easily, like a man whose reason was broken.

‘Did Ren do something?’

But what the hell?

If he had used magic, there was no way he wouldn’t have noticed.

Even if he did, there’s no way Ren could use that level of magic.

“good. The full story of the plan we will look into further. There will be an observer attached until that is confirmed.”

“thank you!”

“I’ll check it out.”

“thank you. Uncle.”

After the story was finished to some extent, Ren gave Fervent a final warning as he grabbed Fervent by the collar.

“And if you glance at Lesia one more time, I’ll make sure you don’t even think about it, so take care of yourself.”

“Ah, I see.”

Fervent nodded hurriedly and went back.

Cleta asked Ren with a slightly uneasy face.

“But do you think what he said is true?”

“… … I’m not sure, but I think so.”

spell of weakness.

This basically has the effect of lowering the opponent’s physical ability, but there was another additional effect.

Those who are weaker than the power of evil spirits feel severe mental pressure.

It was a fact that I learned after continuing to study the spell of debilitation.

‘I don’t know if it’s for those who have reached the state, but most of those who don’t have mental training.’

Debilitation spells were useful for torturing or pressuring opponents in addition to fighting.

If you catch a stronger evil spirit, it will work for the warriors in the upper row.

“There’s no way Prince Lev would come up with such a bold move for nothing.”

“What do you think is behind it?”

“Perhaps I would like to borrow the power of the black magicians.”

Maintaining the position of temporary leader of the Knights of the Golden Lion and providing support to the North.

And even the assassination of the king.

The sketch that Prince Lev was drawing was drawn more or less clearly in Ren’s head.

“I will take this opportunity to completely push Prince Lev out.”

* * *

late night.

The sound of someone’s footsteps resonates even today on the narrow streets of Decane, where footsteps have not ceased these days.

“Are you here? Prince Louise.”

“okay. It’s always cold here.”

“You didn’t have to come all this way because of me.”

“No, there is no other place than here to have a quiet conversation.”

The sea I agree with.

After I returned, people seemed to come quite often, but even so, it was only compared to the past.

Decaine’s night is still quiet and desolate.

“Aren’t you the one who came all the way here at this hour because of me?”

“no. I usually spend a lot of time here.”

“is it.”

While me and Louise were having a personal conversation, I heard someone else’s footsteps.

that buck… , that buck… … .

Red hair covered in darkness.

A handsome man with distinctive dark features walked this way with a sturdy knight beside him.

“Are you here? older brother.”

“Yes, Louise, it feels new to see you in a place like this.”

The second prince of the Brilliant Kingdom, Alan Hertia.

He came all the way here for a secret meeting with Louise.

“It’s the first time I’ve been here since I was a kid.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, but the air is nice and it’s okay. I think I may come more often in the future.”

Saying that, Alan looks at me with a greasy look.

“Len Argen? nice to meet you If I had a knight like you, it would have been really reassuring.”

“thank you. His Highness the 2nd Prince.”

“Don’t be harsh, call me comfortably. ha ha ha.”

“All right. Prince.”

“Yeah, it’s friendly and how nice is it?”

“Okay, let’s do that and get to the point. older brother.”

With a slightly stiff face, Louise stepped forward slightly and said.

“okay. Is it because of this meeting?”

“yes.”

The reason why Louise and Alan held a secret meeting was because of the meeting about Rosaria’s support for the North.

And the direction for that was already in line with Louise.

“I will be attending this meeting.”

“Yeah, I thought that too.”

“And the reason must be because it contains Brother Lev’s intention that I will eventually go to the North.”

“Yeah, I know that too. So, do you feel that intention, do you mean you don’t want to go?”

“I was going to go, but… … .”

Louise, who had been talking for a long time, glanced at me and spoke again.

“I have changed my mind.”

“How has it changed?”

“Brother Alan must go.”

“… … .”

His eyes moved gently as if he were looking into Louise’s insides with his mouth shut.

he opened his mouth slowly.

“The reason is?”

“I plan to completely eliminate Lev-hyung from the competition.”

Alan, who raised his eyebrows as if slightly surprised by those words, snorted and smiled.

“you? or not… … .”

His gaze turned to me, who was behind Louise.

“Who else?”

The eyes mixed with a slight sneer returned to Louise.

“… … I do.”

Ruiz, who grieved at this, hardened her expression at the mocking eyes and said,

“good! I will do that.”

“Are you sure?”

Louise asked in a slightly flushed voice, as if she hadn’t expected that she would accept it so readily.

“okay. Instead, there are conditions.”

“Tell me.”

A confident tone that will listen to anything.

As if mocking his promise, Alan raised his finger and pointed at me.

“I will take Len Argen as my escort. Are you okay?”

At Alan’s sudden mention, I accidentally blurted out a half question, trying not to interrupt the conversation.

“yes?”