I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With

178 – Falling Moon – (3)

“Tell me.”

Eina’s voice.

My shoulders automatically shrug.

“How do I get rid of that monster… … .”

“Kasimir.”

“Yes. Can you kill Kazimir?”

Every time Eina opened her mouth, the force weighing down on the entire place grew stronger.

This is the real word.

Emma could vaguely understand why Aina Agathon had not spoken during that time.

The power of speech was such. Every time you opened your mouth, you unintentionally subjugated others. The power of a king also meant the power of an oppressor.

You can’t be close to anyone. You can’t be on equal terms with anyone. The moment you try to be close to anyone, you get crushed by that power.

As the progenitor of the bloodline, Emma had lived for a long time, so she could understand how great a curse it was.

It may have been a natural choice to keep your mouth shut and not speak at all.

Emma nodded and opened her mouth.

“It’s simple. But it’s tricky.”

“What does that mean?”

“We just have to drain all the blood he’s accumulated. That’s the only way to win.”

The Apostle of Blood, Kazimir, absorbed all of the surrounding blood relatives to restore his body, and in the process, he also absorbed all of the accumulated blood.

That is why there is not a single blood relative on this continent who can stand against Kazimir. Even if Emma tried to respond with blood magic, she would not be able to catch up with the accumulated blood gap.

“Then how do I get rid of that blood?”

“I have no choice but to hit the main body. However… … .”

Emma looked at the flame-filled backyard, her tail curled up.

“It doesn’t look easy to get in there.”

A garden where blood boils.

There is no one here who is crazy enough to readily step into that hell.

Aina also seemed to have the same thought as she twisted her lips and asked.

“Then, what other way?”

“None. We have to find another way in.”

“Inside? There’s a fire burning like that.”

“Don’t worry. Blood Flame is a flame that burns everything. Even the sorcerer is no exception. That means the courtyard where Kazimir the child is is relatively safe.”

A red film was dripping down around the enlarged Kazimir, emitting bloody saliva.

The karma that burned everything constituted a kind of quake.

The problem here is that there is no way to get inside.

“We have to somehow get to Kazimir and take down his main body. And we’ll need a load to break through that blood barrier.”

Eina frowned at Emma’s words.

“The point is.”

He took a deep breath and continued speaking.

“Does that mean we have to go in there?”

“okay.”

“Through that hellish fire?”

“okay.”

“……ha.”

There was a moment of silence.

Eina’s expression hardened in an instant.

In reality, going through the bloodstream with your bare body was tantamount to suicide.

The ultimate flame that no protective equipment can penetrate, that was the pinnacle of blood magic.

“… … .”

Meanwhile, Cora looked back and forth between Emma and Eina, then raised her hand slightly.

“excuse me…….”

Kora continued speaking, his shoulders flinching at the gazes that immediately fell on him.

“By any chance… … do you jump over the wall?”

“On the wall?”

“Well… … If you’re a knight, you can store mana in your legs and jump high, right? … Oh? I think that’s called a bungee… ….”

The last words were barely audible.

Emma tilted her head at Cora’s question.

“Running? Boy, do you really think that you can get from this castle wall to that courtyard by human strength?”

“… … Yes, yes.”

“That’s ridiculous. Not only is it impossible for a normal knight, but even a Guardian Knight can’t do it. No matter how great a master of mana management you are, there are things that are impossible.”

“uh?”

Cora opened her eyes wide.

It was a face like I had seen a ghost.

“Ah, no but… … but… … . Huh?”

“It must be very confusing. It’s okay. If he’s the culprit, there’s nothing we can do.”

Emma took the initiative to reach out and stroke Cora’s hair.

But Cora kept shaking her head.

“Oh, no, that knight… … .”

But he couldn’t bring himself to continue speaking and just lowered his head.

Emma sighed at the sight.

“Hmm.”

Given the circumstances, it would be understandable that she would be confused, especially as a mere soldier.

Emma let out a faint sigh of regret and turned her head again.

There was Eina, deep in thought, with her hand on her chin.

“I don’t have time.”

“Yes. Soon, the blood flames will grow bigger and swallow up the palace. Above all.”

At that moment, a loud noise was heard.

An explosion echoed near the inner gate. Above it, several large bodies were jumping around.

The highest spirit. The one who serves this is clearly Empress Lincia Airn.

She could only think of one enemy that she could deal with while simultaneously operating six of the highest spirits.

“Cleta. The moment that apostle kills the Empress, everything will be over.”

Eina nodded at the gloomy words.

Emma took a deep breath.

The fact that a fight broke out between the two there means that Fried Iscobal is currently unable to fight or is dead.

I shake my head because I don’t even want to think about it.

Because the most urgent task right now was to somehow overcome this situation.

“There is a way.”

“huh?”

After thinking about it, Eina spoke.

There was a strange light in her eyes.

“You can use the basement of the palace.”

“underground?”

“There was a passage. Hartsfeld told me. I actually used it.”

At Aina’s words, Cora also nodded blankly.

As I recall, the banquet hall floor had caved in, revealing a hidden underground waterway.

If you use that, you will be able to easily reach where Kazimir’s main body is.

“Of course… … it might be closed. After all the chaos.”

Eina said so, but Cora shook her head.

“I think we have to do something!”

It was a correct answer.

“Then it’s decided.”

Eina nodded, and Cora gave a small hiccup.

Emma picked up the cloak as it was.

The destination was the basement of the palace.

*

“… … .”

I raised my head from my hazy consciousness.

The surroundings were pitch black. I couldn’t see anything.

He flipped over his heavy body. He wasn’t wearing any armor.

I took a deep breath and tried to remember.

The last thing I saw was… … Lincia gently pouring mana into my head.

Only then did I feel like I was coming to my senses a little.

Sleep magic.

Yes. Lincia used a sleep spell on me.

He deliberately took me out of the battle.

That means that Lincia somehow found out about the truth behind the oath.

‘I thought that if the Empress who adores you so much were to find out about this, she would try to neutralize you and kill your sister herself.’

In the end, Emma was right.

Lincia was trying to incapacitate me and really wanted to kill Cleta.

However, the final boss of Empress Raising, Cleta Iscoval, is strong. Very strong. In the original, it was impossible to clear it without an efficient build.

This meant that no matter how overwhelmingly strong Lincia had become, it was impossible for her to defeat Cleta alone.

I clenched my fist.

I didn’t feel any pain.

“shit.”

If Lincia dies to Cleta like this… … .

I don’t even want to think about that.

No matter how much effort has been put in so far, it is in danger of going down the drain.

“Fuck. That damn oath. That fucking agreement.”

He muttered like that and got up.

First of all, I had to know where this place was.

With that thought in mind, I stepped forward and looked around, but the whole area was pitch black.

“……ha.”

I rolled my feet over it a few times, but it didn’t even show any sign of breaking.

Let’s rub it, it has a smooth surface.

Like glass.

There was a moment when I felt doubtful.

Tiring.

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“no way.”

A familiar phrase. This black screen feels somehow familiar.

That is, the loading screen for Empress Raising.

“Are you awake?”

At that moment, a voice called out to me from behind.

A thick and slightly hoarse voice. However, it was a voice with a charm that captivated those who heard it.

The voice was surprisingly familiar.

No, I couldn’t not know.

Because it was the voice I heard the most after entering this world.

I slowly turned my head and saw a man wearing armor standing there.

He was of considerable build. His shoulders were broad, and his long legs stood firmly on the ground.

His ash-gray hair was hanging down in a pall, and his face was hidden by a grayish fog, but the scar at the corner of his mouth was clearly visible.

Even though I couldn’t see his detailed face, I could tell who he was.

“… …Fred Iscobal.”

Call his name slowly.

The man also nods slightly.

Fried Iscoval. The original owner of the body I possessed. He was standing before my eyes right now.