A Famous Traitor and Treacherous Genius

304 – The End of Incompetence (4)

The incompetent king is dead.

It was a moment of deep thought in many ways because the person who should have died died.

“Haa…”

Naria sighed and sat down.

Her legs seemed to have lost their strength, and unlike usual, she looked more relaxed and relieved.

The end of a long nightmare.

From childhood until now, he seemed to relax with relief that the death threats of the incompetent king, who he had heard trying to kill him at every moment, were over.

“Hmm.”

His father nodded slightly and was satisfied.

If Naria says this is the end of her long nightmare her her her, then for her her father her her her, the current situation can be said to be the end of a long bad relationship.

All in all, she has finally defeated the source of all evil.

In old fairy tales, novels, and hero stories, it would be normal for the story to end because the incompetent king was killed, but unfortunately, this torn corpse was not the end for me.

“It’s difficult.”

“…What?”

“I thought it would be a bit difficult to tell people if only my head remained like this.”

I pointed to the Saint/Gio that my father had made.

“If you do something like this, it will actually have the opposite effect. People will criticize you for killing him so cruelly, and your younger siblings may dislike you.”

“Well, that doesn’t work.”

“Hyosu gives up.”

“It’s a shame.”

I think I dislike the latter more than the former, but fortunately my father listened to my opinion.

“…Maybe I should have just taken a picture instead of cutting.”

It seems like my father thought about turning the incompetent king into ‘Saint It Geo’, but he probably cut himself unconsciously with the sword he wielded a little while ago.

‘It was the fastest.’

It was the fastest sword my father had ever swung.

Not only now, it was faster than before the regression.

If you ask me how fast it was, at least at this moment it was faster than the moment I cut down Saint Geo Nostrum before returning.

‘It is said that history repeats itself, but does it take different forms?’

In the past and now, Saint Geo Nostrum was killed by his father

The difference is that before his return, he was dragged like a dog to the kingdom square and executed directly by his father his, and now he died in the golden temple with the golden dragon looking down on him.

“Queen Naria. It’s the coronation ceremony, but I think I’ll have to do some acting.”

“Smoke…?”

“The reason there is no body left is because it was unexpected.”

I pointed to the empty interior of the sarcophagus that I had worked so hard to prepare.

“Originally, we were going to enshrine Saint Geonostrum here, right?”

“I did.”

“If they had simply left behind the body, we could have used the body to hold a funeral and coronation.”

“It’s not my fault.”

His father answered curtly and shrugged his shoulders.

“Originally, I tried to cut it into pieces, and later I tried to piece it together by mobilizing knights. That’s how it ended up like this, as it repeatedly regenerated and restored its body with gold.”

“For something like that, you sliced it a little thinner than expected, right?”

“You use the expression of cutting people off. Do you think I am such a cruel person?”

“You controlled it.”

I saw.

The moment my father held on as Saint Geo turned his body into gold, he smiled and swung his sword as if to say, “It’s good.”

I have even seen cuts that were cut several centimeters ahead of the regenerating area, and later cut to widths narrower than 1 cm.

It may be cruel to say it is cruel, but my father’s revenge could be said to be just.

In the first place, Saint Geo Nostrum was founded 10 years ago-

‘Let’s not think about it.’

It’s already dead.

As we have decided to erase it from history, such an incident will now just ‘never happen’.

History belongs to the winners.

The truth will vary depending on how we present it and record it, and the whole world will accept it as the truth.

Even if there are doubters, how can they uncover the truth?

Unless you threaten the person concerned to tell the truth.

At the end of this time, only the Golden Dragon knows everything that happened in the Golden Temple.

‘It’s not like this is being broadcast anywhere.’

The scenes are not transmitted as images from Gyeongryongjang to somewhere by magical power, or recorded as video magic stones.

Therefore, we must find a way.

“Physically, there is a lot more time here, but I can’t stay in a place like this forever, so let’s go back quickly.”

I pointed towards the exit of the Golden Temple.

“Now that things have come to this, it is better to ‘deal with corruption’ more clearly.”

I picked up the incompetent king scattered on the floor and placed it in the gray sarcophagus.

“Let’s go quickly. Before the Golden Dragon shows mercy and gives us one more chance, or before we come back to life after being cut down like this by another miracle or power that we don’t know about.”

“What are you trying to do?”

“I’ve already done my best and it’s not good to announce it to people…”

We only do light treatment so that the body can remain in its current intact state.

“We have to seal it so it can never wake up.”

* * *

Pa-ah.

The moment I escaped from the end of time holding the sarcophagus.

“Young master!”

“Situation over.”

Most of the Knights of Gibraltar, including Sir Robert and Sir Mente, who were already waiting outside, were waiting outside with their swords pointed.

“What time is it?”

“…That.”

“Young master!!”

With the sound of someone running outside, Sir Carlos arrived in front of the door, panting.

“The danger is-“

“Situation over.”

“Uh…”

“Thanks to the power of magic, it has been sorted out, so you can calm down.”

After I took the sarcophagus and came out.

“…Huh?”

“Why are you doing that?”

The father came out holding Naria in his arms like a princess.

“…”

The knights began to notice each other.

It was a sight I wouldn’t normally think of, and the person holding her like that was Queen Naria, not her mother or daughters.

“…”

Of course, it is true that Naria is asleep right now, exhausted.

Although it felt a bit strange to see her sleeping as if she were dead, with her musket tightly clutched in her arms, Naria was currently sleeping so soundly that the knights naturally lowered their voices.

“What on earth… “

“Saint Geonostrum used magic to attack Naria, and she died in a trap set by her father and I.”

I lightly knocked on the inside of the sarcophagus.

The knights’ expressions immediately hardened at the strong smell of blood flowing out from the slightly open gap, but I did not show them the inside.

‘We can’t allow trauma to occur.’

Even though humans are blessed with forgetfulness, memories so strong that they cannot be forgotten continue to surface.

The memory of St. Geo Nostrum’s vertically split head is enough for me.

There’s no need to go out of your way to show something disgusting to others.

“…Hmm.”

There is no response.

It seems dead.

‘I wondered if the gold was sticking out like a parasite inside the membrane, but it seems that wasn’t the case.’

Sometimes, among the demonic water flowing out of the contaminated area, there were some whose stomachs were infested with parasites.

I wondered if Saint Geo Nostrum would see gold sprouting out like insects from his severed head and unite, but there was no sign of that happening yet.

‘Are you pretending like that?’

Although Saint Geo Nostrum is an incompetent king, he is a master at running away and surviving.

Maybe my consciousness is still alive, but I’m afraid I’ll do something again, so I’m split in half and I’m still alive.

‘Unless I have to cut it into pieces like cubes, it’s been a while since I’ve done that work.’

It hasn’t been done once since the regression, but now is the time to mobilize that method.

“Then… “

“Grey!!”

Outside the door.

“Haa, haa, haa…!”

Astasia came running, breathing heavily.

Just like when other knights ran before her, Astasia ran to her room with heavy breathing.

“What happened… “

“It’s all over. It’s over, but there’s a little bit of cleaning up left to do.”

I smiled at Astasia and asked for her understanding.

“I just need to take care of this, can you wait a moment?”

“…Grey.”

Astasia looked me up and down, then nodded her head sharply with a relieved smile.

“I’ve been waiting for over 10 years, so what’s not to wait a day or two more?”

Maybe.

The reason the Incompetent King died may have been because he did not have that kind of leisure.

“Thank you, Astasia. Then…”

I held on tightly to the handle attached to the sarcophagus.

“All the knights. Grab your shovel and follow me.”

After leaving the room, I went out of the airship.

From the canyon, towards the empire, not the kingdom.

* * *

Hwiiing.

The wind blows.

The wind blowing from behind is a cold wind that announces a new beginning for the empire and the continent.

A solemn wish of mourning for the dead?

Well.

If Naria wasn’t a saint, that wind would probably have been the curse of the golden dragon that turned into a storm and swept the entire continent.

But not now.

Since Naria has become an adult, the curse avoidance condition of ‘there must be one adult royal in Nostrum’ has been met.

So.

“One country does not need two suns.”

I pushed the sarcophagus along the wide open gateway railway.

Thanks to the wheels that were quickly attached to the bottom, the sarcophagus easily rolled along the railroad.

Although it felt like it was shaking inside, there was no problem as the sarcophagus lid was tightly closed.

“Master.”

Robert followed behind me.

“Shall I push it?”

“No. I have to do it myself.”

“Still, it’s this heavy…”

“Uh huh.”

Robert tried to help, but I stopped anyone from getting close.

“What are you going to do if the ghost of Saint Geo Nostrum comes upon you?”

“Yes?”

“What if I become a ghost and possess the body, and then turn into Robert Saint?”

“Is that really happening?”

“I don’t know.”

“…”

“But that could happen, so I guess that’s why we ended up here.”

Hwiiing.

The wind blows.

Along with the smell of dust, the unique smell of this land that cannot be erased no matter how much you plow irritates your nose.

“Do you remember 10 years ago? It was here that my father mercilessly cut down the orcs.”

This is the land of the empire.

“Not only the blood of the Orcs, but also the blood of countless Imperial soldiers who died because they could not cross the gates of Gibraltar, has been accumulated here for 500 years.”

It is not the land of Nostrum, but a place that gradually moves away from the guardian of the golden dragon called Gibraltar Gorge.

“I plan to seal this coffin in the farthest place on the Nostrum continent, at the tip of the continent.”

“It’s imperial land, right?”

“That’s right.”

Goo goo goo.

Sky, something is flying far away.

“As expected.”

“That is…”

“Emperor Habsburg. Was he waiting nearby?”

The emperor’s navy blue airship is flying from the sky of the empire.

“…Was there a spy?”

“They put a golden airship on top of the canyon gate, so they probably thought they were going to do something here. It’s okay…”

The moment I thought something sparkled on the airship.

“Gray, Gibraltar.”

“…”

The Habsburg emperor landed right in front of the sarcophagus.

“Is this really his coffin?”

“Yes. Saint Geonostrum is dead.”

“…As expected.”

The emperor prayed silently toward the coffin, as if making the imperial sign of the cross.

“Please, may you rest in peace.”

It is empathy.

There will be a formal funeral held soon, and there is nothing more embarrassing than seeing gold coming out of the spot and saying, ‘I am resurrected!’

‘Death is the perfection of man.’

The emperor’s theory.

Saint Geo Nostrum will end up being recorded as an ugly, incompetent, and disgusting human being that cannot be compared to anyone else in human history.

“So, why bother bringing this coffin here?”

“Are you worried about being corrupted?”

“If you’re going to hide it and bury it, you can put it in a place where no one can get to it.”

“I plan to bury it in the furthest place from Nostrum, the furthest place where the Golden Dragon cannot give me any sympathy.”

“To go out through the sea?”

“…It can return to Nostrum by riding the ocean current, so we should bury it in the ground so that it cannot move forever.”

I lightly tapped the inside of the coffin with my hand.

“I would like you to get me something so that no miracle can reach me.”

“A thing, what is it?”

“White silver.”

“…”

The Habsburg Emperor smiled.

“Live forever in a dream and live in a hallucination that you will never be able to reach?”

“No, I need silver to fill this coffin.”

“…”

The Habsburg Emperor opened his eyes wide and was surprised.

“Hoo…”

As if I didn’t expect it to go that far.

“It is…”

“And there is a lot to prepare, including limestone and water.”

“…What on earth are you going to do?”

“After kneading and hardening.”

I knocked on the inside of the coffin again.

“I plan to fill everything, even the inside.”

“…”

“The body of King Nostrum is poured on the land of the Empire and even inside the coffin with the Empire’s silver and mud to solidify it. Do not allow any gold to touch it.”

Although it could be said to be an insult to the deceased.

“If this becomes known, you will be committing an unprecedented insult to the royal family.”

“Is that so?”

It doesn’t matter.

“No matter what history judges, I am doing the right thing. Now, at this moment.”