I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With

172 – Millia Liantour – (4)

“… … .”

As I gently descended to the ground with the help of the wind spirit, a strange atmosphere arose.

The magical banquet that had been pouring down from the sky had died down now that Millia had descended to the ground.

Only silence lingered in the inner chamber.

Arwen also looked down with a dumbfounded expression, as if she had no idea what had just happened.

Milia swallowed her breath as she looked at the face of the man holding her.

“are you okay?”

The man asks.

At that voice, saliva naturally rolled down my throat.

“Uh, uh-uh.”

He stutters.

I tried to say something in response, but for some reason my voice wouldn’t come out.

“… … .”

When was it?

Was it when the conference hall was attacked?

Even then, Millia was in danger of being killed by Arwen, the Apostle of Corruption, and this man saved her.

What did he say at that time?

“Oh, hello?”

“I don’t think you’re doing well.”

Yeah, this was it.

Milia lifted her face with a bitter smile.

Fried Iscobal.

Silver-gray hair, moon-colored eyes, a blunt impression, and a scar on one side of his lip that only made his impression even more sinister.

A handsome parasite brother, or a debaucher.

That was Millia’s first impression of Fried Iscobal.

When I was young and living in the family mansion, young men with similar appearances would try to woo me whenever they were bored. Of course, I rejected them all. I could never be with such frivolous men.

“… …Milia?”

okay.

That’s what it was.

Until just over a year ago.

“Knock knock knock.”

But at the moment, Milia was keeping her mouth shut and was doing her best to control the corners of her lips and cheeks that were twitching.

Otherwise, I thought it would make a strange sound.

Fried tilted his head at her reaction.

“That, Millia? Are you okay?”

“Uh, uh-uh-hum. Oh, it’s okay. Oh, it’s nothing.”

Milia cleared her throat and turned her head away.

As expected, meeting face to face wasn’t that easy.

“But, Sir Fried, why did you come here?”

Fried shrugged his shoulders at Millia’s question.

“There were various reasons. For various reasons, I can’t stop Kleta right now.”

“Is that… something to do with the oath?”

“Milia is quick-witted, as expected.”

Fried, expressing his admiration frankly, continued speaking.

“The situation is grim. The Apostle of Blood has been neutralized, but not killed. Emma said that his body is recovering. And Cleta… … .”

“Lord Lautrec and his knights would have gone to stop him.”

“Yeah. That must be it. That’s why you’re here. There’s no one to stop that apostle.”

Fried nodded and looked at Arwen floating high in the sky.

When their eyes met, Arwen narrowed her sharp gaze.

“Ahahaha. Iscobal~ My loyal dog. I see you’ve figured out the details of the oath?”

“Thanks to you.”

“Hahaha. I saw earlier that Cleta seemed to want to meet you. Shouldn’t you at least say hello as your older brother?”

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge explosion rang out from the gate.

I looked over there in a hurry and saw fog mixed with black energy rising up.

Arwen looked at the sight and laughed out loud.

“It looks like Cleta is excited. With that level of power… … it seems like no one can stop her.”

“Ugh… … .”

“How about going? My fellow knights are dying?”

Fried bit his lower lip. His expression was clearly one of impatience.

Milia looked back and forth between the two faces.

And soon, he realized why Fried had climbed up to the spire and captured him, and why he had moved him far away from the front lines to be the Empress’s escort.

Kwakwakwang!

The next moment, an attack came flying in, and Fried jumped up while holding Millia in his arms.

Only after they reached the safety of the courtyard did he catch his breath. But Millia’s expression had long since turned cold.

“Sir Fried.”

Milia said with cold, sunken eyes.

“Are you worried that I’ll lose to that woman and die?”

“… … .”

When Fried remained silent, Milia sighed deeply.

“So that’s why you came running barefoot, leaving Cleta behind? Was that the reason you asked me to stay by Her Majesty’s side?”

“Milia, that’s… … .”

“Was I that unreliable?”

Milia’s eyes trembled.

I promised over and over again. To trust and rely on others. To not make up lies. To survive without dying and to visit that old bakery again.

I even thought about what I would say to open the conversation in advance.

But Fried still saw himself as just a child.

That’s why I put everything aside and came running here.

If this continues, nothing has changed since National Foundation Day.

That kindness was so painful to Milia.

*

“First, can you let me go?”

“… … Uh, yeah.”

Milia said in her arms.

She staggered for a while, perhaps because the feeling of stepping on the ground after a long time felt more awkward than she had thought.

Finally, Milia opened her mouth.

“… … Please answer.”

Milia took a step forward towards me.

“When you said that you thought of me as a worthy fellow knight, that I had grown, and that you trusted me, was that all just empty words?”

As Milia muttered like that, her expression was so dark that it was embarrassing, so I kept my mouth shut.

“There was a reason for everything. That’s… … .”

“Did you really think I couldn’t defeat one of those apostles?”

“Milia, let me talk to you first… … .”

“If that’s really what you thought… … . The promise back then, the oath, even the conversation we had… … if it was all just my delusion… … .”

Milia continued to spout off words in excitement.

The hand placed on his chest was trembling slightly.

Looking at her pained expression, I realized my mistake.

I didn’t consider Milia’s doctor at all in this matter.

It was all my own decision to deploy Seira to avoid a one-on-one meeting with Arwen, and to remove her from the Royal Guard defense line and place her next to Lincia.

But from Milia’s point of view, who didn’t know the circumstances, it wouldn’t have been strange for her to think that I was ignoring her.

Of course, there was good reason for that.

Act 4. The inevitable death of Milia at the hands of Arwen. This was something that could never be tolerated, no matter what happened.

Millia must not die. She must survive until the day of her coming of age and enjoy the glory of the eternal empire. She must do so.

But it’s not something that can be revealed straight away.

then…….

“Milia. First, listen to what I have to say.”

With those words, I took a step closer to Milia.

After working with Millia Liantour for nearly a year, I realized something.

As Milia is upright, she has a strong desire for recognition.

and.

“I’m sorry I didn’t explain the situation. But I never wanted you to die. More than anyone else.”

Weak to pushing.

“… … Yes? Me, me… … ?”

“Yeah. You.”

Milia opened her eyes wide.

I just nodded.

“We promised not to die. It would be dangerous. I knew you would overdo it like last time, so I wanted to protect you. I’m sorry if that hurt you.”

“Ugh, ugh.”

Milia took a step back, but without stopping, he grabbed her hand.

“Trust me. I wanted to protect you. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you in advance.”

“… … .”

The deep blue eyes rolled around and eventually stopped at one point.

“I understood.”

Finally, Milia spoke with a brightly-remembered face.

He appears to be out of breath, with one hand placed on his chest.

“So, Sir Fried didn’t want me to die… …he wanted to protect me?”

“okay.”

“More than anyone else in the world?”

“… … Hmm.”

I wouldn’t go so far as to say more than anyone else.

As I hesitated, Milia spoke as if driving a wedge into my words.

“Better than Your Majesty?”

“… … Uh, yeah?”

I stopped talking.

Then, Milia looked into my eyes and smiled faintly.

“I’m kidding.”

“… … .”

“I know that much. I know where Sir Fried’s heart is headed.”

“Milia.”

“That would make it even more miserable.”

Milia smiled bitterly and drew her sword.

“But Sir Fried.”

And he looked at Arwen with blazing eyes.

“I think you underestimated me. I’m not that clumsy and weak.”

The next moment, a flash of golden mana swept around Millia. The torrent was so dazzling and dazzling that it was almost awe-inspiring.

Magic slowly gathered into the sword. The runes engraved on the blade glowed brightly, and a sword blade a span long slowly rose.

“Do you really think I can’t defeat that one lowly apostle? That woman who uses her power to spread her legs for a foreigner?”

“… … .”

“I tried so hard! To defeat you, Sister! I tried for almost a dozen years! And yet… … I received that much power just by pledging allegiance? It’s outrageous!”

Stamping her feet, Milia raised her sword high.

And he declared proudly.

“I, Millia Liantour. Millia the Speedy. I’ve grown a lot. I’m not behind anyone.”

The dazzling mana filled my vision and hurt my eyes.

Her golden hair fluttering in the strong wind is like that of a maiden on the battlefield.

There was no other way to describe it than to say it was beautiful.

When I saw that sight, I had nothing more to say.

“I’ll show you clearly this time. Sir Fried, go stop Kleta. And save His Majesty.”

“but…….”

“And even after all this, you still can’t stand me?”

Milia pursed her lips with a new expression. Then she puffed out her cheeks.

“It’s a shame. I’ve grown up so much. I’m not the same as I used to be… … Please consider the feelings of a woman who says such embarrassing things.”

“sorry.”

“Let’s do it after we’re all done apologizing.”

Milia turned her head abruptly.

“Right now, the priority is to take that woman down.”

“… … .”

How can I refuse when someone says something like that?

I took a deep breath and made up my mind.

Yes. The original is the original. I have confirmed several times that the original story is not the same as reality.

And now, the woman in front of me is not the original Milia. She is not a piece of data. She is a single personality. And, I realized in Act 5 that Milia, who actively uses magic, is strong enough to be comparable to Lautrec or me.

then…….

I took a deep breath and took a step back. I was planning to go support Lautrec and Uriad.

“Ah, Sir Fried.”

“huh?”

“It wouldn’t really matter if I knocked that down, right?”

“… … .”

I feel really anxious as soon as I hear those words. Is it just my imagination?