I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With

175 – Millia Liantour – (Complete)

I had a dream.

No, I’m not even sure if it was a dream.

Millia was wandering in the bitterly cold forest.

My whole body was numb. I couldn’t feel anything. My legs were heavy. I couldn’t even run.

She couldn’t even breathe properly. Milia was literally dying.

If there is a hell, isn’t it here?

I even had that thought.

After walking for a while, light came.

Milia raised her head.

The full moon that was high in the sky was illuminating the ground.

In that pale moonlight, for some reason I felt at ease.

I remember those eyes that resemble the pale moon.

And then I remember the sturdy back that had supported my slender body until recently.

He already… … .

“… … .”

As I was thinking that, the moon in the sky changed shape.

The moon, which had taken the form of a human, had long silver hair hanging down like a curtain.

Between the hair, eyes like moons sparkled.

Milia called his name in great embarrassment.

“Sir Fried?”

… … .

… … .

Instead of answering, the person in front of me closed his eyelids.

At that action, Milia also blinked a few times.

“ah.”

“Are you coming to your senses now?”

What was in front of him was not Fried Iscoval, but his master, Lincia Hodie Airn, who had similar hair color.

Lincia was kneeling, supporting Milia’s head as if she was worried.

There were tents all around. It meant that someone had brought him here.

Feeling a strange sense of shame at having mistaken her lord for Friede, Milia quickly sat up.

But I gasped for breath as the excruciating pain shot through my entire body.

“You can’t move. Your body is a mess. We called a priest and gave you emergency treatment, but he said you’ll need to recuperate for at least several months.”

“Is that so… … Keuhup.”

“Sir Milia?!”

“Okay, it’s okay.”

Blood came out of my mouth and I cried.

Milia gasped for breath, trying to shake off the pain piercing her chest.

The pierced lower abdomen was well sutured thanks to the skilled hands of the priest.

Of course, from now on I will never be able to touch anything complicated like magic.

The same thing happened with my wrist. I couldn’t feel it. I tried to bend it with force, but even that just gave way.

“……at last.”

Is this it?

The path that the knight and magician, Millia Liantour, had been running on without a care seemed to end here.

With a bitter smile, Milia turned her head. Lincia was looking at her with concern.

“Your Majesty, this is… … .”

“It’s a supply base. It’s collapsed, so I can’t just ignore it.”

Indeed, Lincia would have been monitoring everything in the palace through the spirits.

He must have come running as soon as he saw Millia collapse. He had no doubts that Lincia, who needed to be escorted, was in a place like this.

Millia also knew very well that no one could stop the bold empress.

“Sir Fried… … .”

“The situation is still in a state of stalemate. It seems that Fried has come face to face with his sister.”

“That, that won’t do!”

When I shouted urgently, Lincia opened her eyes wide in surprise.

Millia had heard the story from Fried a little while ago.

The oath. If there is one, Fried can never kill Cleta.

“Why?”

Lincia asks.

Those eyes glowed quietly.

Millia hesitated, but told the truth about the oath. She was in a situation where she couldn’t move anyway. The only one who could help Fried was the empress.

“… … I see. The oath.”

Lincia nodded after hearing the story.

You can never kill Cleta.

That means Fried is in danger.

Lincia gently laid Milia down on the makeshift bed and gently swept over the bandages wrapped around her lower abdomen.

“Thank you for telling me.”

With those words, Lincia stood up from her seat.

The priests and officials widened their eyes at the sight, but Millia had already sensed the aura of mana hovering around the empress.

It is the energy of spirit magic. The range is the entire palace.

“I’ll go.”

“that…….”

He calls out to Lincia, who is about to turn her back.

Platinum hair covered in dust, jade-colored eyes, and a face that was sharp but full of firm conviction.

Lincia’s appearance was strikingly similar to Fried’s.

That’s why Millia couldn’t help but feel heartbroken.

Since they are such a well-matched couple, I thought there would be no room for me to criticize them.

“Please take good care of Sir Fried.”

In the end, I could only say this one thing.

Lincia nodded vigorously to her words.

and.

“Flamlus! Burn it!”

As Lincia went out of the tent, a giant wolf appeared before her eyes.

At the overwhelming sight, Milia closed her eyes again.

I was tired.

I wanted to rest.

Body.

And above all, the heart.

*

“Arwen… … is dead?”

Meanwhile, the Apostle of Blood, Kazimir, who was continuing to repair his body, opened his eyes wide at the feeling of emptiness in a corner of his chest.

This could mean only one thing.

Arwen, the Apostle of Corruption, is dead.

There’s no way Seneca could have had this much power. If Clete were dead… … I don’t even want to think about that.

“So, Arwen, you too were a mere mortal after all?”

I felt bitter, but only for a moment.

Arwen was only part of the plan.

If Cleta is alive, that’s fine.

“Okay, that’s it.”

It sucked in all the surrounding blood relatives and drained their life force. It had been a long time since its body was completely restored, and the blood magic was still flowing through its body more strongly than before.

A strong scent of blood approaches the tip of your nose.

I can’t help but be excited.

Kazimir raised his body. The sticky film of blood slowly fell away, and the tentacles that extended from the corpse like umbilical cords fell off with a thud.

“Phew.”

However, the person who appeared before Kazimir’s eyes was an unexpected person.

No, if I expected it, I expected it.

‘She’ wouldn’t have left him as his son.

“Are you awake? Is your new body okay?”

“… … Mother.”

Emma, ​​the blood mother, was waiting with her arms folded.

“Did you really think you could handle me alone?”

“No way. Even if Jim is higher in blood magic, there is no way to keep up with his accumulated blood.”

“then…….”

“So I sought help.”

With those words, a woman with lavender hair and a long sword appeared behind Emma.

One arm was replaced with a prosthetic hand, and both ears were pointed.

“you are…….”

Eina Agathon.

How could he not know? Kazimir was also present at the scene of the incident at the Iscoval mansion.

The one who slaughtered dozens, if not hundreds, of priests there was the Guardian Knight. He was one of the most fearsome figures among them.

“Now that you’re joining hands with your mortal enemy, it seems like even your mother has become very corrupt.”

“Hey, I guess I should be better than you.”

Emma snorted and waved her hand.

“Until now, I was so confused that I didn’t have time to organize my thoughts. But now I understand.”

Emma’s body turned red, and the blood energy soon became a blazing flame.

“It is the parent’s destiny to properly guide their children.”

“Nonsense.”

Kazimir’s impression hardened.

*

“Is this all?”

The gateway to introspection.

This place, where a fierce battle had just taken place, was already in ruins.

The fallen knights and pieces of their armor were scattered about. Not to mention the soldiers.

The only person standing properly in this place is Cleta Iscoval.

“It was petty.”

Cleta, who had committed a massacre that would astonish even the gods, spoke with a bored expression.

And then he walked forward slowly, and saw the wounded knight, Yuriad Ielback.

“You are the only knight left now. The spirit knight has also been rendered powerless. Yuria will soon… … die.”

“Phew.”

“Are you still not going to get out of here?”

Yuriad smiled on her wrinkled face.

“Why do you ask the obvious? Cleta Iscoval.”

“Don’t call my name. Especially not my last name… … .”

“Iscobal.”

A wrinkle appeared between Cleta’s eyebrows.

It seems like he still doesn’t understand the situation.

You have lost. The oath has to be fulfilled. So… … .

“Are you so afraid of giving up?”

Cleta said.

Yuriad remained silent.

“Open the way, or I will kill you.”

“I’ve lived a long life. I have no more regrets.”

“… … Haa. They said I was a wise man, but I guess I’m just a senile old man.”

We can’t communicate.

This is why I hate articles.

Are their brains made of muscles? They were truly an incomprehensible race.

Cleta raised her hand, feeling a strange sense of disgust.

A black power gradually appears in his palm.

The powers that Arwen bestowed upon Kleta immediately after her death were nearly doubled.

Literally, it means that there is no one in the palace who can defeat him right now.

“Have a nice trip.”

With those words, he unleashed his power.

however.

As initially expected, Yuriad’s heart was not pierced.

Kwak-kak!

Because a silver sword that flew from the sky blocked the gap between Cleta and Uriad.

The sword that had been radiating a brilliant light had already repelled all of Cleta’s power.

“Is it the power of the Creator God?”

The power of Cleta cannot be stopped by simple brute force. That means that it is a sword imbued with special divine power.

I remembered something Arwen had once said.

“The Sword of Ernst. My brother’s sword.”

Imperial Treasure, Ernst.

And about the knight who received it.

Cleta naturally raised her head.

“……also.”

There stood a man with gray hair, panting for breath.

It was Fried Iscobal.

“Cleta.”

“It’s been a while, brother.”

At that reunion, Kleta felt a pang in her heart.