I Became the illegitimate son of a duke

70 – The King (5)

“The enemy retreats!”

“…Do they go out?”

What kind of army in the world would retreat like that?

Even if you just walked forward a little bit and then backtracked, you went back to where you were.

“Catch up right now—”

“Hey, someone who knows. Just let it go.”

“…Yes, sir.”

As the aide tries to give the soldiers an order to pursue, Aras, who was by his side, freaks out.

It could have ended well at best, but you’re chasing it here? If the battle is confirmed, it would be good for me, but wouldn’t it go against the will of the master?

“Let’s see… Looks like you got everything.”

Fortunately, it seems that all the bastards who did rude things to His Majesty are taken care of.

The ones who fell off their horses and rolled on the ground earlier, and those who recklessly charged, unaware that their allies fell behind them, are all equally tied to the noose and dragged along by the horses.

Unfortunately, it’s a pity that the impact is alleviated by wearing thick armor.

No, should I consider it fortunate that it is fresher?

“The objective has been achieved. Return to Dijon.”

…………

“Zane, is this your first time meeting face-to-face like this?”

“Ah, ah…! Holy Son…”

No, he is too burdensome.

Why on earth do you act like you’re extremely moved when you see me?

It seems that since I came from another world, I am a saint or something, but is that a reason to go this far with just that?

As expected, it’s a relief that I sent a letter to ask questions in advance.

“I gave you two days, so you must have thought about the answer to the letter?”

“Yes, yes! Sure. I didn’t sleep for two days, thinking about the Holy Son’s revelation.”

“Wait a minute, didn’t you sleep?”

“How can I sleep when the Holy Son’s revelation is more important than my desire to sleep?”

What kind of bullsh*t is this?

That means if I came back in a week, I wouldn’t have slept for a week.

“Jeanne.”

“Yes, saint.”

Jane’s slightly hazy blue eyes stare at me.

And her eyelids that cover those blue eyes are trembling as if she is screaming from her fatigue, and she has dark circles under her eyes that I didn’t notice right away because it was dark in prison.

Her tired skin lost its luster from the cold prison air.

Writing… I didn’t expect it, but it’s real.

“…Let’s go to bed after all the answers are finished.”

“But I have prayer time in the evening…”

“I am a saint. Should I listen to the saint?”

Speaking a little forcefully to Jeanne.

It’s much embarrassing for me to call myself a saint, but she can’t help but let Jeanne sleep.

I’m glad it’s just the two of us here. If you show this to Chloe, Ines, or Leclerc, it will remain traumatic for the rest of your life.

“Yes, yes yes…”

‘…?’

But Jeanne’s reaction is a bit strange.

Responds with a trembling voice while laughing at the same time. Like a goat

There is no change in the fact that the eyes are relaxed, but it should be said that the skin has returned to life, or that the emotionless face has developed emotions.

Hmm… I don’t know why it suddenly became like this, but it’s nice to have humanity.

“Yes, Jeanne. First of all, tell me about your abilities in detail.”

“Yes, Holy Son. Thanks to the blessing God bestowed on me, I can know the good and evil of others—”

…………

“ㅡYou can also figure out his personality to some extent.”

“…”

I thought it would end soon… What is this…

I don’t have a watch, so it’s not an exact measurement, but 20 minutes passed as a rough estimate, and not even a single sentence with the same meaning.

Besides, he explained his ability so enthusiastically that he couldn’t find the timing to cut it off even if the talk got long. It’s like being an undergraduate with a professor in front of you.

“So to sum it up… Jeanne can see angels, know the good and bad deeds and character of a person with the energy that radiates from a person’s body, see ghosts, and send those demons back to God. Going to be?”

“Yes, that’s right!”

“That… That’s really great if you’re right…”

To be honest, I still have some doubts.

It’s a world with magic, but there was only mediocre magic, so it was the first time I’d seen a phenomenon that could be called real magic.

Of course, the things Jeanne has shown so far make it plausible enough to believe that statement, but… Well…

What?

“Zane, don’t you have the ability to brainwash others?”

Out of all the things Jeanne has said, she has no ability to direct the thoughts of others in the direction she wants, or to completely change her personality or memories.

The fact that Jeanne dragged countless residents around when she first appeared, the fact that Armand, who was hostile to Jeanne, instantly became friendly, and the fact that the heretic spread in the empire in an instant, all suggest that Jeanne has brainwashing abilities. Are doing

“Brainwashing…?”

“Hmm.”

But judging from her expression and tone of voice, Jeanne really doesn’t know what I’m talking about.

Judging by what she said and did from the time we first met until now, she is a child who can’t hide her emotions at all, so the possibility that she is acting is very low.

‘Unconsciously…?’

Seeing that there are many people who are strangely friendly to Jeanne and want to follow Jeanne’s words even at the cost of her death, it is obvious that Jeanne has her brainwashing ability.

Then, what remains is that Jeanne unconsciously brainwashes the people around her?

Write… Then it’s a bigger deal. The thing you can’t control is the scariest thing.

‘…If I stay like this, I won’t be brainwashed like that, right?’

I suddenly get chills all over my body when I think so. I might end up worshiping Jeanne someday.

No, trusting Jeanne for no reason, putting her into her operation, and taking care of Jeanne, who rebelled, could have already happened.

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Mmm…

“Why, why do you…?”

“…Nothing. Let’s move on to the second question.”

Seeing my stern expression at that time, Jeanne looked at me in fear and trembled, and while I reassured Jeanne, I moved on to her next question.

If I am truly brainwashed by Jeanne, there is no need to distance myself from Jeanne. She’s already been brainwashed, so why not keep your distance and sleep?

“The second question…”

“So, what does the world’s church look like in Jeanne’s eyes? Does it have to be overthrown? Or is reform enough?”

After my words ended, the temperature in the prison instantly cooled, but Jeanne’s eyes, which had been frightened just a moment ago, were burning in contrast.

Looks like you have a lot to say.

I had to listen to Jeanne’s passionate speech for an hour after that, and when the speech was finally over, I was able to get a rough outline of what direction the church should be reformed.

…………

“This filthy blood!!”

“Please have mercy!!”

“At least let me die with noble blood!!”

‘It’s noisy…’

In the plaza, a group of young aristocrats are screaming at each other while being restrained. I try to listen to what he is saying, but I can’t hear him well because the words overlap so much.

No, you weren’t even gagged?

They aren’t prisoners of war who need Ernie’s convenience.

“There, gag these sinners!”

“Yes sir!”

At that time, after reading my expression, some of my servants shouted at the soldiers to hurry up and gag the prisoners.

Well, I’m very satisfied.

At first, this kind of loyalty was too burdensome, but now, without it, I feel slightly worse than sorry. Because power is good too.

The nobles who were taken prisoner trembled and struggled to avoid being gagged.

In the process, some nobles got their teeth broken, but it doesn’t matter since they’re going to die soon anyway, so they won’t be needed anymore.

“Let’s see… Yeah, that guy on the far left over there. Bring that rude guy to the front.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Eup!! Eup!!”

After I finished my words, the nobleman I pointed out was being dragged onto the podium by the soldiers, screaming very strangely.

I think it happened because I couldn’t scream properly because my mouth was gagged. I’ll have to change the gag later so that I can’t even make a sound at all.

Come to think of it, you bastard, I think you were just asking me for dirty blood or something?

As painfully as possible… No, since I said before that all death sentences are unified by guillotine, that’s not going to work.

“Hmm…”

A lot of onlookers gathered in the square, and the guillotine was already prepared.

But it’s a bit disappointing to kill them like this… Before, I had persuaded the nobles who wanted to expand the battle by saying that I would turn the honor of these bastards into vulgar people.

Hmm… In the eyes of nobles, the common people are on the same level as beasts, maybe?

Okay, I’m going to do this.

“Go to the barn and bring back the same number of pigs as these bastards. Every time you cut the heads of these gangsters, the pigs’ heads will be cut too. These are pigs, not people.”

“Your Majesty…?”

When they see me mentioning pigs out of the blue, doubts fill the faces of some of my servants.

The onlookers in the distance are still muttering as if they didn’t hear me properly, but the nearby servants and prisoners look shocked and ask if they heard it right.

It’s winter soon anyway, so you’ll need a lot of salted meat. Killing pigs and getting executed as a bonus kills two birds with one stone, right?

“Cut off the pig’s head, then repeat cutting off the criminal’s head. What are you doing? Get the pig quickly.”

“Oh… Yes, Your Majesty!!”

“Eup… Ugh…”

Some of my servants, who finally came to their senses at my successive orders, hurriedly ran into the barn, and the prisoner who saw them started shaking his head little by little and screaming grotesquely.

There was no fear in the sound he made while dragging him, but only endless anger, but this time, only fear and disgust were felt in the scream.

Kuh, what are we going to do now? If you’re going to have etiquette, you should have done it a long time ago.

“There is a misunderstanding… Jim is a king. Regardless of his origin, you, a mere foreign low-ranking aristocrat, are not something you can do anything about.”

Puck!!

“Aww!!”

After speaking in a quiet whisper close enough that no one else could hear, I kicked the prisoner and tumbled him down the podium.

The last expression I saw was that of realization… But it was too late.

After that, the servants brought a lot of pigs from the barn, and the execution finally began.

Onlookers were puzzled at first, not knowing what the pig was for, but then closed their eyes or turned their heads when they saw how the pig was used.

Of course, not only the spectators, but also the palace officials and some of the vassals in attendance showed similar reactions. Perhaps this execution ceremony will spread abroad.

There were people who kept looking down on me, so I tried this cruelly to discipline myself, but the effect seems certain.