I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With

176 – Falling Moon – (1)

Cleta Iscobal.

Fried’s, no, my sister.

Since the in-game description of her was very limited, I had to construct the character of Cleta based on the fragmentary information I obtained after the encounter.

The path was, of course, in Fried’s memories. In the memories that continued in a dreamlike hazy manner, the Kleta he saw was a pure yet clever girl who followed her father, Raham Iscoval, well.

‘Brother?’

And, I remember a girl who looks exactly like Lincia, smiling and asking.

Although I couldn’t fully experience the feeling because it was a memory that was forcibly injected into me, I could clearly understand what Fried thought of Cleta.

My dear sister.

At the same time, the father’s chief who is always afraid.

Cleta Iscobal was a victim of the malicious brainwashing of the Apostle of Oman, Raham.

No, I wasn’t sure if he was a victim.

Cleta smiled meaningfully and agreed with her father. Perhaps she followed him with sincerity.

In fact, you can tell just by looking at how faithfully he follows the maintenance.

“Cleta.”

“It’s been a while, brother.”

When I called Cleta’s name, she raised her head and smiled faintly.

It was the same smile as when I was young.

The Apostle of Later Arrogance, the Devil of the Foreign Ministry, the current head of the Iscobal family, the Incarnation of the Abyss, etc.

Cleta is the final boss of Empress Ki-wooki, and is literally the root of all evil.

A literal fraud who has been granted the most power by foreign media and whose amount is still increasing.

“Thank goodness. If I had been a little later, I would have killed the wise man.”

“Yeah. It looks like that.”

The wounded Yuriad looked at me and shook her head.

Even though the two Guardian Knights, who were the strongest force in the imperial family, and almost all of the Royal Guard Knights rushed in, this situation persisted.

To make matters worse, I can never kill her.

Arwen’s words were true. As soon as she faced Kleta in person, the oath engraved in her soul seemed to cry out.

Live for her.

To kill the empress.

“under.”

He shook his head.

I don’t know the solution yet, but right now I’m the only one who can stop her.

“Miss Arwen… … is she dead after all?”

“what?”

He frowns at Cleta’s words.

It was something I never expected.

That Arwen? Dead? How?

Tiring.

[ Ending – #54 / “Arwen, Apostle of Corruption” ]

＞ Avoidance

＞ Survival score + 1

Starting with this, the dead ends that come up one after another are all related to Arwen.

Soon, the clear message for Act 4 was displayed.

[ Act 4 – The Order of the Moon ]

＞ Clear

＞ Survival score +15

“… … .”

He smiled bitterly.

This means… … .

“Surely not Milia… … .”

It meant that Milia, who should have met her death as planned by the world, had overcome it.

I felt like I should definitely apologize later. It was my foolishness to not trust her and get involved.

Cleta took a deep breath and said to me.

“All that’s left are Mr. Casimir, Seneca, and me.”

“… … .”

“Are you really going to fight, Brother?”

Cleta narrowed her eyes.

It means you can kill yourself.

“It doesn’t matter now that Arwen is dead. Brother, this is your last chance. Surrender. And fulfill your oath with my own hands.”

“… … .”

“Then… … God and Father will gladly forgive you, Brother.”

“Are you trying to persuade me?”

“That’s right. No matter what, I’m reluctant to kill my own blood relatives.”

Slurp.

As an answer, I picked Ernst.

The imperial symbol entrusted to Lincia.

At the sight of the silver sword light, a vein appeared on Cleta’s forehead.

“As expected, you are incredibly foolish.”

“You’re the fool, Cleta.”

Even though I said that, I’m still scared.

Cleta reached out without saying a word.

Ss …

Then, Cleta’s tentacles flew in.

As I swung Ernst with mana in my entire body, a heavy recoil was transmitted to the sword.

If the normal attack is like this, then the power is truly unbelievable.

Cold sweat ran down my back.

“Huh!”

He rolled forward and dodged the consecutive attacks. Then he thrust Ernst’s sword directly into Cleta.

Cleta didn’t bother to stop it.

And that was the right decision.

Thud!

As if the world had decreed so, the attack on Cleta stopped right before her eyes.

Cleta smiles brightly.

It’s ridiculous. I couldn’t even laugh.

This is the oath.

I can’t kill Cleta.

The world was originally ‘determined’ that way.

“Fuck.”

I swore.

There was no way to solve it this way.

“If you’re going to give up, now is your last chance.”

“It’s noisy.”

“… … .”

Cleta licked her lower lip at my reaction, pulled out her tentacles again, and picked up the fallen Uriad’s sword.

“As expected, my brother is foolish.”

Cleta rushed in.

The sword strike that plunged in smoothly like a stream was very similar to mine.

No, it’s not similar, it’s the same.

Iscobal’s method.

Because it must be a swordsmanship with the same roots.

visor!

“Huh!”

But the intensity was still worlds apart. Even though I charged up my mana and fought back, I was pushed back a few steps. It wasn’t like this when I crossed swords with Artral, but Cleta was stronger than that.

Kwakwakwang!

A series of consecutive attacks accompanied by an explosive sound. I barely managed to block them, but one of the attacks split my shoulder armor in half.

Kkakakak!

Finally, the heavy swords clashed with each other, and behind the tip of the sword pointed at Ernst, Cleta smiled bitterly.

I took a step forward with all my might, but Cleta was like a mountain. She would never be pushed back.

“……shit.”

Just recently, during a practice match, Eina pointed out to me:

I’m not using my body to its full potential right now.

In fact, when I faced Cleta, who had the swordsmanship of the original Iscoval, the difference in skill was noticeable.

Even now, I am in a situation where I can’t even land a fatal blow to Cleta.

There was no other way than to stall for time.

however.

Crunch!

“Ugh.”

“Hmm, that was a little shallow.”

Cleta’s sword passed right past my chest. A drop of blood spurted out.

The things flying in simultaneously are tentacles imbued with power.

The tentacles that rose from Cleta’s shadow each had the same strength as the swords of a knight.

I was beaten helplessly and rolled on the ground.

The armor was dented. Even the breastplate, which had just been melted by Kazimir’s blood, was crushed by the tentacles and dug into the chest.

It was so hard to breathe.

“shit.”

Are you saying you won’t win in the end?

I spit out the blood that was welling up and look at Cleta in front of me.

The girl who looked exactly like Empress Lincia Airn raised her hand with a lonely smile.

Power rests upon it.

“Brother, even so… … I don’t have any ill feelings toward you.”

“… … .”

“So, it’s for my father’s sake.”

Cleta declared, saying so.

“I will become a god. I will meet you in the afterlife. My whole family.”

Swish.

The power that was shot right after that reached my heart.

But it came closer.

Kookookookookung!

I couldn’t even reach it.

The reason was simple.

“… …Flamlus.”

[Grrrrr.]

Because the giant flame wolf, Flamlus, stood before me.

Standing proudly, holding the mane, is Empress Lincia Airn.

There were two girls who looked alike in front of me.

“Fried, are you okay?”

After a while, Lincia looked at me.

There was a blazing anger in those green eyes.

I tried to open my mouth, but there was so much blood flowing back up my throat.

Lincia bites her lip until it bleeds, watching the blood flowing out.

“I heard from Sir Millia that Fried went to stop the Apostle of Arrogance.”

No one asked why Lincia, who should have been in the spire, was here.

Negative trait: “Obsessiveness”. The target was clearly me, and I didn’t think she would stop watching me.

but.

“Run away. Cleta… … .”

If Lincia fights Cleta, I will follow the worst plan according to the oath.

That is the 100th Dead End “Entourage”.

The worst future I don’t want.

“I know. Fried can’t kill Cleta, he has to kill me.”

Lincia said calmly.

But soon his face distorted.

“But, I’m different.”

As Lincia slowly turned her head, there was Cleta, looking at her with her lips pursed.

“I, I can kill that disgusting woman.”

“… … .”

“therefore.”

Lincia unleashed her mana, and a giant figure began to take shape next to Flamlus.

A dragon with its two heavy wings spread out and its mouth open to reveal fangs the size of a person’s arm.

Denebris, the highest dark spirit.

In addition, the highest spirits began to slowly reveal themselves.

There are six highest level spirits.

They looked at Cleta and emitted colorful mana.

“… … .”

I had an idea that Lincia was making great progress, but I never thought she would reach such great heights.

Lincia got down from Flamlus’ back and placed her hand on my head. Then she spoke kindly.

“Fried, you can rest for a while.”

“… … Lincia.”

“If you close your eyes and open them, it will all be over.”

Silver mana appears in Lincia’s hand… … .

Just then, I started to lose consciousness.

As soon as I thought this was the aftereffect of a sleeping spell, I fell into a deep swamp of sleep.