I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With

179 – Falling Moon – (4)

A labyrinthine waterway laid underground in the palace.

The damp passage was full of darkness, with not a single ray of sunlight streaming in.

Emma frowned at the mud that was sticking up her ankles, but she took a step forward. Eina and Cora, who followed behind her, also did not let their guard down.

“Hey, it’s quiet.”

Perhaps feeling awkward about the silence, Cora spoke up.

When there was no answer, he walked away again with his shoulders shrugged.

“Thank goodness it’s not blocked.”

I was worried that it might be closed, but fortunately that wasn’t the case.

Of course, due to the aftereffects of Fried’s sword attack during the workshop, the place was in ruins here and there, so it took a lot of effort to get over the rubble.

Furthermore, Emma had one hand completely burned by blood. That was why her speed inevitably had to slow down.

“… … .”

Aina, who had been staring at this, sighed deeply and held out her hand.

“Why is that?”

“Get carried.”

“what?”

He continues speaking, nodding.

“You can’t go up there.”

The words took on a magical force as a manifestation of the spirit.

Emma opened her eyes wide, but eventually reluctantly placed herself on Eina’s back.

Behind Eina, who bounces back with a thud from the recoil of Mana, we see Korra struggling and climbing the rubble.

He is riding on his enemy. He is carrying his enemy.

For some reason, Emma and Eina twisted their lips for their own reasons as they felt a mysterious sensation suffocating their hearts.

and.

Let’s just walk a little further.

“Is this it?”

“Yes. I can feel it. A powerful magical power.”

Nodding to Emma’s answer, Eina looked up at the ceiling where a powerful surge of mana was surging, making her hair stand on end.

Surely, there was no other place but here.

“I guess I’ll have to climb up there first. There’s something around here that I can use as a stepping stone… .”

Sling.

The moment Emma muttered, Eina drew her sword.

And as he swung his sword at the pillar, the canal began to collapse with a huge flash of light.

Cora screamed, but the falling rocks were stopped by Emma’s blood magic.

“Okay?”

I raise my head at Eina’s words.

The debris that had settled had formed a suitable slope, creating a passageway leading up to the ground.

“What should I say… … This is such an ignorant method.”

“huh.”

Eina strode up the slope with brisk steps and stopped abruptly.

It was because of the blood membrane standing firm right in front of me. The membrane, which was alive and spurting blood, was so weak that it looked like it could be broken with a single hammer blow.

“… … .”

Eina slowly raised her sword.

Before he could swing his sword at the blood vessel, Emma stopped him.

“Arthur. It is not a protective spell that can be broken by normal means.”

“… …Why.”

“Because it’s blood magic. Blood magic can only be countered with blood magic. It’s a magic I created, so it’s certain.”

Since Kazimir’s blood relatives were artificially created vampires, Emma’s interference did not work, but it was a different story for Kazimir.

He was Emma’s first and most devoted blood relative, a person who was practically like her own son.

“They say there is no parent who can beat their son… … Even if you can’t win, you can still draw.”

Emma slowly reached out and placed her hand on the blood plate. The blood flames flared in reaction, covering Emma’s entire arm.

“……you.”

“It’s okay. I can handle it.”

I bit my lips hard to endure it.

Fire is the antagonistic element for vampires.

Enduring the pain that burned her entire body, Emma used blood magic.

Anyway, I’ve lived with a stake driven into my heart for more than a few decades. If I couldn’t endure it to this extent, I would never have been given the title of Mother of Blood.

The amount of blood that Kazimir has accumulated is enormous. In comparison, Emma is simple.

However, in terms of blood quality, Emma’s side was dozens of times superior.

The title of progenitor of the blood clan and founder of blood magic was not given for nothing.

Woohoo.

Not long after Emma focused her mind, the curtain slowly began to disappear. The blood flames that had been gushing out also completely subsided.

Emma sank to the ground, gasping for breath, and Cora rushed over to support her.

“Uh, uh… are you okay?”

“No. It’s hard, for sure.”

He looks at his left arm with a bitter smile. The blood flames have spread to his body and burned half of Emma’s body.

I had used up all my blood that I had while trying to dismantle Kazimir’s blood magic.

Eina said with a cold expression.

“Are you planning to commit suicide?”

“I don’t know.”

“That doesn’t change anything.”

“Maybe so.”

Emma took a step into the blood chamber.

“Still, it’s something I can’t do without Jim.”

“It’s strange.”

The ground that we soon arrived at was completely engulfed in flames.

And in the center of it all, the space surrounded by a circular magic circle, did not receive a single bit of damage.

Naturally, the Apostle of Blood, Casimir, was waiting for Emma with a cold expression.

“Mother, are you really going to die?”

As Kazimir opened his mouth, an overwhelming blood magic enveloped the surroundings. The pressure was so overwhelming that Korra, who was following behind, naturally lost strength in her legs, and even Eina flinched.

Perhaps it was natural, since he had absorbed almost all of his blood relatives.

“Casimir, let’s go together. We have lived too long.”

“ha ha ha.”

Kazimir slowly got up.

A blood red blade rose from his wrist, and soon began to burn with red flames.

“Mother, I will become a god here.”

Emma’s face twisted in loss as she realized that she could not break his will.

As if it was a signal, Eina slowly drew her sword and stepped forward.

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[ Now loading … … 67% ]

The loading screen of Raising the Empress.

I let out a small breath as I looked at the slowly rotating gear-shaped logo.

My body felt heavy. It felt like it wasn’t my body. I guess that was…

“so.”

It must be because of this guy.

Before your eyes stands the original personality of Fried Iscobal.

“Where is this place?”

First, I asked the question I was most curious about.

Fried simply answered with a blank expression.

“unconscious.”

“This dull loading screen?”

“It’s just a familiar scene. You call it Earth, right?”

Fried said in a sarcastic tone.

Well, just like me, he probably reads all my thoughts and memories.

By the way, isn’t the world in the subconscious the loading screen of the game, the very image of a game addict with no answers?

He smiled bitterly.

If I had to pick the scene I saw the most while playing Raising a Queen, it would be this loading screen.

Starting with the Save Road new skill, the loading time was longer than the playing time as I had to see all the hundreds of dead ends.

That means… … .

“So you’ve been here the whole time?”

“similar.”

Fried simply replied like that.

Now that I think about it, what I saw unconsciously in Act 2 and Act 3 were fragments of memories that were originally in Fried’s head.

The reason I felt excited whenever I saw Cleta, as well as the oath, was probably because of the residual personality that remained.

“How do I get out of here?”

“Please sit down first.”

My question was answered by the same voice.

As we sat down, Fried spoke while still standing.

“Cleta.”

“huh?”

“I can’t kill you.”

“I know, you idiot.”

I tried several times.

It was I who sent long emails to the developer dozens of times before the Emma update, and it was I who somehow developed the optimal build and shared it with them.

Cleta was so strong that it could not be broken unless it was done so.

“More than anything, Cleta is my younger sister. I can’t leave her as an apostle of foreign affairs.”

“I know that too, you idiot.”

What do you want me to do?

She is my younger sister and a foreigner, and now she is an apostle of the foreign press.

Is it because it came in unconsciously, or because it exists in a state separate from Fried’s personality?

I didn’t feel even a single grain of the longing for Crete that I had felt a moment ago. Only the calm, cold emotions of a modern person remained.

“You don’t want me to kill you just because you’re my little sister? You want me to leave that crazy b*tch who’s going to give the world to a foreigner alone?”

“… … .”

“Can’t you see that I’m the only one suffering because of that fucking oath you made? And what? Cleta is your sister? Fuck you. She’s just the final boss.”

If you’ve been watching me subconsciously, you’ll know.

And when you think about the pre-Bing Fried, this kid is just a piece of trash.

Thinking that he alone is carrying the world’s misfortune.

One that can never be looked at with good eyes.

“… … .”

As we continued to fire, Fried looked slightly into the distance.

There was a gear-shaped loading screen that was still spinning.

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“I don’t want to save Creta.”

“Then what is it?”

“I just want to save her. I am the same, but Cleta was forced into an unwanted fate from a young age. That is why, even if I cannot save her, I want to let her sleep in peace.”

Fried continued to speak in a blunt tone, but I, who had been listening to his voice so many times, could tell that there was a strange excitement in his words.

“If Cleta dies like this… … she will simply be consumed by the power of the outside world.”

“… … What does that mean?”

“It would be meaningless if Cleta died without resolving the oath.”

I frowned when I heard that.

Of course, in the original, it was impossible to proceed with the final battle while keeping Fried alive. Only Deadend, the close aide who stabbed the Empress, remained.

If I kill Cleta without resolving the oath, will the demon inside her just run wild?

The final boss of Raising the Empress, the Incarnation of the Abyss.

The pale skin and the dot graphics that moved like a puppet were vividly remembered in my mind.

If it is not the original will of Crete but the devil’s agency, then it is somewhat understandable.

“Then how do we resolve that oath?”

Fried was silent for a moment at my question.

After a while, he answered in a heavy tone.

“The subject must die.”

“… … .”

The same development as the original.

Fred Iscobal commits suicide after Act VI. In a place no one knows about.

I thought it was to protect the Empress, but was it also for the sake of Creta?

“Any other way?”

“does not exist.”

“Fuck, then, do you die?”

As the fever spread and he began to curse, Fried simply nodded.

If that were all, I would have immediately raised my fist and struck him, but then Fried came closer to me and put his mouth next to my ear.

“… … Don’t think that death is the end. There is a way.”

“What is that?”

Fried just told me as it was.

“……ah.”

I let out a small gasp.

The answer he gave was simple and clear.

No, it was just strange that I hadn’t thought of it until now.

“Do you understand?”

“So damn good.”

Nod.

But, I couldn’t help but feel my heart flutter.

It was a plan and I had to die once.

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In fact, it is something that a modern person like me would never do.

But I’m not alone in my thoughts.

The mad dog, Fried. This b*stard is also standing right next to me.

Fried Iscobal.

Judging from his past actions and current attitude, he’s still a piece of shit.

But at the same time, we had been together for almost a year.

“therefore.”

I let out a small sigh.

Of course, I guess it’s safe to say that we’ve become attached.

“I will do as you wish.”

Fried’s eyebrows quirked at those words.

“I will spare the Empress and kill Cleta. In the most gentle way possible, as you said.”

“thanks.”

“You should be grateful. I do this to survive.”

I slowly walked forward and stroked the gear icon with my hand.

Finally, I turned around and looked at Fried.

“Can I tell you one last thing?”

“what.”

“You are a fucking boy.”

“I know.”

As he spoke, Fried’s lips were surprisingly raised.

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Loading is complete.

Soon, my eyes became bright.

This was the last memory in my subconscious.