I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With

93 – Aranion Elderheart – (5)

“I didn’t expect to break through that kind of siege and come all the way here. I thought I’d even defeat Carolon. I’ll pay my respects.”

The snow elf in front of him opened his mouth. He got up from his chair, folded his arms, and clapped.

I put my hand on the scabbard and shrank.

‘Aranion comes out of here?’

It was a blow to the stomach.

Grand Duke of Eisenworth, Aranion Elderheart.

The title is Grand Duke of Winter. And the boss of Act 5.

It was a boss that was well-received because he came in with an army after the declaration of war and appeared in the northern plains with a scene full of wit.

That’s why I intuitively realized that the identity of that elf was Aranion, Grand Duke of Winter.

The knights in full armor standing around him must be Aranion’s vassals.

“Duke Elderheart.”

Meanwhile, Lyncia, who was hiding behind me, stepped forward.

she said in a trembling voice.

“Why did you do this? The Grand Duke of Elderheart is the Grand Duke of the Empire. Why the hell…”

“Your Majesty, if you want to answer that question, you won’t have enough time even after the morning sun rises.”

Aranion cut off Lynchia’s words and pouted her pale lips.

He touched his chin for a while before opening his mouth.

“The biggest reason is to seek sovereignty. Eisenward has been the land of elves since time immemorial.”

“…”

“I’m just trying to get back what was stolen.”

True to his words, Eisenward, a dependent state in the north of the Empire, was originally the land of the snow elves. It has already been more than a hundred years since the emperor at the time subjugated Eisenward by force.

And that incident became a source of trouble, and now, after a hundred years have passed, it has become a huge snowball.

From the point of view of Aranion, who had been crouching for a long time and persistently looking for opportunities, now would have been the right time.

The imperial family was in danger, and the church was directly planning an attack on the capital. There couldn’t have been a better time than this.

“If there’s another reason, after all…”

Aranion stopped talking and smiled widely.

“I’m a bit greedy. Since I’ve lived for nearly 200 years, shouldn’t I try being the ruler of the continent at least once?”

“That, like that…”

Lyncia backed away with a shocked expression.

The one protecting her back was Eina.

When Eina’s eyes met, she cried with an embarrassed expression. Eina herself had never dreamed that Aranion would be waiting here.

I can’t even blame Eina. Without her, I wouldn’t have gotten to this point.

I can’t help it. I stepped forward with Lincia behind me.

“Aranion.”

When his name was called, Aranion’s forehead narrowed. The tendons on the back of his clenched fist twitched. An authoritative person would not like this informal attitude.

“Guardian Iscobal. I’ve heard that he’s a mad dog who doesn’t even know the subject, but it’s actually like that.”

“Think whatever you want.”

I snorted and asked a question.

“I wanted to become the emperor, Ra. So did you cooperate with the church?”

“Cooperation. It’s a joke. We just made a very simple deal.”

“Either that or that. Didn’t you hear what Edwin, the same dwarf, did to the church?”

“Huh. Such an old beggar’s vain dream couldn’t come true. I don’t even want to know.”

“If you cut off the blood of the imperial family, you know what will happen.”

“That’s something to think about later. Besides, why should I join the superstitions of humans?”

“Do you think the other grand dukes will be alone?”

“So I tried to reduce the number of people a long time ago. Unfortunately, it failed. I also got a lump called Archmage.”

I gave up asking further.

what is the winter ball? He’s a madman with a passion that’s hotter than anyone else, who’s mad about his purpose, that’s it.

In fact, the bloodline of the creator of the imperial family did not mean much to the elves.

Elves worship their own gods.

“Where did you get the map of the aqueduct?”

A deep underground waterway that is not even drawn on the map Hilda gave me.

Aranion’s pursuers knew all the geography. That means there’s a good chance there’s an insider out there.

“I got it from Earl Orrier. It’s a pity. Orrier was a very good fellow who shared a noble cause, but there was a bit of a gap.”

“It’s nasty.”

To sum up, it meant that the use value was gone, so it was swollen.

“Would Saddam stop here?”

When the conversation did not continue, Aranion spoke.

Then, the knights standing on either side took out their weapons and raised them.

Then, between the armored knights, a man strenuously stepped out.

A trickle of blood ran through her tousled hair, covering half of her face.

“My lord! I will definitely kill him! Give me a chance!”

“Carlon, calm down. I was thinking of doing that anyway.”

The elven knight, Karlon, who had become a wreck, stomped his feet with the momentum to rush in at any moment.

Could it be that he survived the collapsed canal? He was a guy with a long name line.

Carlon gnashed his teeth and drew out a blood-soaked sword and began to blow mana cold like frost.

an imminent situation.

Aranion raised his hand and spoke deftly to Lynthia.

“It’s a pity. Your Majesty will go down in history as the unfortunate Emperor who died due to the betrayal of the Patriots.”

“…”

Aranion turned his gaze to the side. Aina was there.

“Of course, the same goes for Harzfeld’s vassals. It wasn’t meant to be, but it’s a good harvest.”

Well, right now I’m in the state of writing a false name. From Aranion’s point of view, he could manipulate the situation as much as he wanted.

Empress Lynthia Ayrn was killed in an underground cistern by border guard and traitor Fried Iscobal. It was a plausible scenario.

In addition, Aranion planned to weave Eina, a knight of Harzfeld, and implicate her in this script. It was a vicious but wise trick.

“Well, don’t complain too much, Your Majesty. It’s all for the greater good.”

“… All the bad guys I’ve met so far have said that.”

In fact, in the ending of Entourage, Fried also said that.

Saying self-deprecatingly, I also turned mana into my body.

I don’t know if I can win The odds of winning were slim. But it’s something you can’t give up without fighting.

Remembrance.

Aranion raised his arm to the sky to give a signal. The knights lowered their stance and prepared to attack at any moment.

And the moment Aranion’s arm was about to fall.

“Well?”

Aranion hardened his expression. And the ears growing sideways twitched.

Elves’ sense of hearing is superior to that of normal humans. It was like I heard something.

He was looking at the back of the canal with a blank expression.

Soon I heard a voice too.

shoot it

to ride

The sound of rushing water and the sound of footsteps intermingled between them.

Before I could figure out its identity, water like waves began pouring out from inside the dark waterway.

“Kuk! Come on and kill me!”

Aranion hurriedly gave a signal. The knights rushed out, but it was already too late.

It was because a stream of water that was so huge that it covered the waterway covered the site as it was.

Shoot aaa!

“aaa!”

Carlon let out a mad cry and swung the sword containing mana, but it was not enough to block the pouring tidal wave.

In the end, the knights including Carolon were swept away by the wave.

“Kuk!”

“Freed!”

I grabbed Lynchia’s arm and held onto the railing of the canal.

I was hit by a flood of water that made it difficult to breathe properly, and I managed to endure it with all my strength.

how long has it been

The water that swept through the aisles gradually began to subside.

When the torrent finally stopped, the place where I had just been standing was a mess.

Only me, Lyncia, and Eina, who was holding my legs, remained in the canal. Aranion and the knights, who had no place to support their bodies, were swept outside the entrance.

Lyncia blinking like a rat in the rain. She opened her mouth as if she didn’t understand.

“Uh, what happened?”

“I don’t know either…”

I also blankly looked around.

It wouldn’t have rained today. What the hell is going on?

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Did someone open the floodgates?

Tadadak!

At the moment of asking such a question, several men in rags hurriedly ran out through the darkness at the end of the canal.

They came towards us and waved their hands.

Judging by their appearance, they were beggars living in an underground canal.

“What, what is it?”

I stood there dumbfounded, unable to comprehend the situation.

Then, behind the running men, he noticed that there was a brown-skinned woman with a veil on her face.

And the woman was someone I knew well.

“Hilda?”

Hilda thistle.

Master of the Thieves Guild.

In an instant, she ran up to my eyes and urgently grabbed my arm and dragged me.

“I don’t have time to explain! This way for now!”

“What, what?”

“hurry!”

I suddenly came to my senses at Hilda’s words.

Anyway, the process kicked out Aranion and its knights. But it wouldn’t have done any significant damage. Now was the time to leave.

I picked up the swaying Lyncia in a princess hug position and ran into the canal. Eina also quickly caught up behind me.

“Ah, ahh.”

Lincia, who was held in her arms, covered her face with both hands as if she was ashamed, but she ignored this as well.

*

It ran non-stop for a while.

Hilda, a resident of the underworld, was also familiar with the geography of this place. I followed her through the cooking passage in the dark and arrived at a platform surrounded by wooden fences.

There were dozens of tough men stationed there. At first glance, it seemed that everyone seemed to be a gangster, an outlaw with considerable influence even here in the underground waterway.

I saw it until here. Does this mean that this is the hideout of the thieves’ guild?

“You’ll be safe here.”

Hilda finally stopped and let out a deep sigh. She ran hard and showed no sign of exhaustion.

“Huh.”

I exhaled as I placed my wobbly legs on a nearby chair.

Lincia was shy, so it was a bonus that she put it down on the table.

Anyway, this might give you a break. I didn’t think Aranion would come this far.

“therefore.”

Meanwhile, Hilda, who was sitting in her seat, opened her mouth as if she was dissatisfied.

“How did this happen? Who is the elf who tried to kill you? The one next to him… why is the Empress here? What kind of accident did you have?”

“Long, so to speak.”

“Then speak quickly.”

At Hilda’s questioning, I explained the circumstances.

Upon hearing the story, Hilda put on a smirking expression.

Well, no matter how fast information warfare was, Hilda would not have known about the rebellion of the Great Duke of Winter and the attack of the Church.

“Ahhh. Things got bigger.”

Hilda banged her forehead on the table as if embarrassed.

“How come you seem to have only accidents. Isn’t it a big trouble for us who helped us like this? Shouldn’t you have helped?”

Hilda wiped away the cold sweat by chewing on her nails.

I showed my appreciation for nothing, so I hesitantly expressed my gratitude.

“Hilda, thank you. I lived thanks to you.”

After belatedly expressing her gratitude, Hilda calmly lifted the veil.

A young face caught my eye.

I thought she would be angry, but Hilda’s face was calmer than anyone else’s.

“What? It’s just to repay the favor back then.”

“her.”

Are you talking about the chief’s job?

“Fried. This person…”

Lincia listened to our conversation and looked at me.

The eyes are unusual.

This woman who was talking to me kindly seemed to question who I was.

I answered with just a shrug.

“Besides.”

Hilda said that and snapped her hands.

“I am not the person to be thankful for.”

“yes?”

At Hilda’s gesture, the men who had been guarding their seats walked over and opened the side door inside the wooden fence.

Inside was a stairway leading down to the basement.

“Go in.”

“……what?”

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Do you mean you know where it is?

I looked at Hilda with an old heart, but she clicked her tongue.

“He wants to see you. Of course, the Empress too.”

“…”

At that, I hardened my expression.

A person Hilda respects?

Superficially, no one with a higher rank than Hilda in this underground waterway exists.

yes. superficially anyway.

That said, the person who will be waiting for me inside is.

“The Mouse King.”

“bingo.”

At my words, Hilda nodded.

I groaned and my saliva flowed out.

The ruler of the underworld of the Empire, the Mouse King.

It was the moment when he took off his dark veil.