I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With

25 – Veil of Corruption – (4)

When I just arrived, the conference room was five minutes before opening.

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Dozens of large and small holes were drilled in the inner wall, and desks, including the chairman’s seat, were scattered here and there. The roof is long gone. The sky was clearly visible through the cracks.

To make matters worse, in the middle of the conference hall, a monster that could be as tall as a small building is holding on. And on the monster’s shoulder was the woman he had seen the other day.

The last thing to do was to save Milia from being poisoned by the monster’s fist.

“It’s okay, right?”

“Perhaps.”

I frowned at Milia’s body. Everything I see hurts.

No matter how you look at it, it’s a strange level to be alive. There are bruises here and there, and blood drips from his mouth. Even one arm is bent at a bizarre angle, there was no gore movie.

It must have been painful, but Millia didn’t even show it. I’m used to it.

“Rest, for now.”

“… … thanks.”

Milia’s eye salute. I only nodded my head and responded. Carefully set her down in the corner of the meeting room.

“after.”

I turned and looked at the monster and the woman riding on it. A beautiful woman with night-green hair who uses jet-black liquid monsters like limbs.

I gave so many clues, but it’s rather strange that I can’t infer them.

I thought it was long, but now I can be sure.

“Arwen.”

I called her name

The Apostle of Corruption, Arwen.

A boss that appears in Act 4. An alien demon, one of the five apostles of the Sepia-dominated Order. It has a very difficult pattern, clear conditions, and derived dead end, making it a boss that many players hate. It was vicious enough to be said to be one of the three major hurdles in raising an empress for fun.

And the notorious boss of Act 4 himself appeared in Act 1.

To put it simply, it’s f*ked up.

“Are you calling me by name? I’m happy.”

Arwen answered skillfully.

Sepia fell flat and stopped with Arwen on her shoulders. She slowly came down to the floor and spread her arms.

“Iscobal. my faithful dog. Irion.”

“Who is your dog?”

I said with my sword raised.

A look of bewilderment appeared on Arwen’s face.

“… … I was trying to be gentle This case seems serious. But… … um, yes This, too, must be the responsibility of the owner.”

Arwen, who nodded his head and understood, took out the gold necklace from his chest and shook it.

His expression was bright as if he was enjoying a fun game.

“Oath, are you really going to reject it? You know that? That it is absolute.”

“… … .”

I don’t know what that oath is.

Freed’s karma before the possession. Whether voluntarily or semi-forcefully, he made the Church cooperate and eventually stabbed Lynthia. A story behind the scenes that did not appear in the game.

In fact, the moment I saw that necklace, my heart started beating like crazy again. For Fried, it was clear that life and death depended on the oath.

But just because you have to follow it, you can’t follow it right away.

Because I had to save Lyncia.

Even now, the quest window floating in the corner of the field of view was proving this.

then.

“I refuse.”

“… … what?”

“The oath is cancelled.”

What do you know? just did it

Spilled water anyway, no development. For now, no matter the outcome, I plan to focus only on survival. Let’s think about the small things later.

As soon as Arwen heard me, his hands trembled.

“… … Iscobal. Is it a betrayal?”

“Betrayal.”

I swung my sword wide in the air and took a stance.

Weak mana formed on the tip of the sword.

It’s not a very high level, but it’s enough to strengthen the sword. This is also the result of hard work. To be precise, it must be thanks to the high mana sensitivity of this sword.

I rolled my eyes and continued.

“I am not your dog.”

At my declaration, Arwen absentmindedly dropped the hand holding the necklace.

*

“You are Iscobal. You cannot deny me.”

Arwen muttered.

yes. That was normal.

“… … .”

The knight in front of him did not react to Arwen’s words.

However, the hand holding the sword was facing her more firmly than anyone else.

This was not the Fried that Arwen knew.

The Fried she knew was a cute little dog who was constantly conflicted, rebelled, and eventually succumbed to fate and bowed his head.

When you lead a church for a long time, you lose interest in everything. Same with Arwen. I didn’t find any fun in anything. But Arwen also had something to enjoy.

It’s always fun to see people in agony. It would be better if it was the Empire’s Guardian Knight, Fried Iscoval.

What was the problem?

Come to think of it, Fried’s condition had been very strange.

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Different from usual

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Doesn’t he save the princess on National Foundation Day, doesn’t he kill Slaine even though the intelligence went wrong, didn’t even post a regular report, and now he dares to point his sword at the owner.

At first, the dog’s rebellion. I thought that much. Until the day before yesterday, Fried had the impression of a shrinking kitten.

But when I met him today, I could feel a subtly different atmosphere.

Arwen frowned.

“Iscobal, let me ask you again. This is your last chance.”

Shaking the necklace again, he asked insinuatingly.

“… … Are you seriously disobeying me now?”

to refuse the oath.

It’s no different than suicide.

Although it is a fear imprinted deep in the veins.

More than anything, though Arwen trained like that.

Fried didn’t care.

His eyes were sharper than ever.

Arwen realized that the look in his eyes was different from that of Fried before.

There was a firm will in the pale moonlight eyes.

The smile faded from Arwen’s face.

“what? Really? why?”

can not understand.

What was the trigger that caused Fried to change like this?

An achromatic knight who obeys when commanded, even though he suffers, and obeys when told to kneel. That was Arwen’s dog.

But now he has a color he never had before.

It was very, very unpleasant.

“Who the hell made you do that?”

Arwen trembled with rage.

“I don’t understand. i know you well The Iscobal I know is upright but weaker than anyone else, proud but prone to loneliness, and a coward. You’re afraid of me more than anything. is not it?”

“Not at all.”

“… … Noisy!”

Arwen deliberately made a loud noise.

Now it was Fried’s turn to shake his head.

However, although Fried was agitated, he did not budge. It was as if he really had no fear of her at all.

In a series of processes, Arwen came up with an answer.

“… … Are you Airn?”

“what?”

“The last lineage of Irn. Did that bitch make you that way? Did you seduce me with sweet words?”

Arwen was a very possessive woman.

To have the thing marked as her own taken away was the greatest insult to her.

Fried was Arwen’s favorite dog. It was raised with so much care. would just lose it.

All the anger that had lost its way was directed towards Lynthia Ayren.

“This is the last order. Kill Eyren right now. Rip her throat, tear her body apart! Fulfill your oath!”

“Nope.”

I hoped it was an immediate answer.

Arwen opened the lid.

“Don’t disobey me!”

Whoops.

He drew all the mana from his body. Powerful mana flowed through his veins and gradually began to condense at the tips of his hands.

Seeing this, Fried fixed his sword without hesitation.

Are you really going to fight?

Arwen’s face contorted. I can’t help it more than this Even if it is broken, it must be corrected.

“Kroururuk.”

Through his thoughts, he ordered Sepia. Sepia’s huge body stirred greatly and raised its sharp claws.

“It will hurt a little. be patient Because it is necessary education.”

Arwen reached out his hand while reciting a spell. Then, a whirlpool of jet-black magic formed around her white fingertips.

Shaaah.

Along with the huge night sky blue tsunami, Sepia thumped her feet and moved forward.

The joint effort went to Freed without mercy.

“yes?”

Instead of swinging his sword, Freed drew something from his bosom.

A few pale black jewels. Holding them between his fingers, Fried swung his arm vigorously.

Black jewels were scattered everywhere. It clearly caught my eye as it soared through the air and caught the light, shining ominously.

Arwen realized what it was.

“Spellstone?!”

Quagmire and light!

As soon as the words were finished, the jewels began to explode with a roar.

Both the tsunami and sepia that attacked Freed were all swept away by the explosion. It wasn’t a powerful explosion, but when several spell stones exploded at the same time, Arwen’s attacks were all offset.

Before long, a thick black fog began to spread from the center of the explosion. Fog of Corruption. It was a magic often used by the Church, and one of Arwen’s favorite spells.

Fog fills the conference hall. I couldn’t see anything ahead.

“Do something pointless!”

Arwen shouted and waved her arms. Sepia stood in front of her as ordered.

He must have been thinking of blocking his sight and aiming for a blind spot.

For an honest Fried, he used his brain quite a bit. He deserved to be praised, but it was disgusting to think that the point of the sword was aimed at himself.

Arwen held his breath and paid attention to his five senses. She is also a talented person with a lot of experience. The level of sensation was far beyond that of ordinary people.

Arwen’s heightened senses saw a silvery flash twinkling right behind her through the dense fog.

faded silver. Fried’s mana.

“under! Clumsy!”

Arwen gestured, and Sepia caught the sword attack in response.

Arwen was going to relax and enjoy the devastated face of Fried, who was thwarted from the attack with a smile of repentance.

“… … uh?”

What Sepia grabbed was just a sword.

The one who grabbed the sack was nowhere to be found.

“Did you throw the sword?”

Arwen is confused.

That honest Iscobal? Abandoned your only weapon?

Today’s Fried seemed to choose only incomprehensible actions.

Arwen, whose head was complicated, let go of his attention for a moment.

As if they were aiming for that moment, the fog in front of them cleared and the gray knight jumped at her.

Sureureung.

What Freed held in his hand was a round ball that glowed blue.

A blade enchanted in the manner of the Church.

At the same time as belatedly realizing that that was the snake’s eye Slaine’s favorite weapon.

Woowook.

The curved sword was deeply embedded in Arwen’s exposed chest.

*

“Ouch.”

Arwen staggered back. Blood flowed from his mouth and chest like a waterfall.

“Hey, Kaheuk. Wow.”

She shouted something in a hoarse voice, but I couldn’t hear it because the blood continued to rise from her throat.

Is that why? Sepia, who hadn’t heard the command, stood still without even moving.

seconds to do so. Arwen slowly moved backwards.

Stretched out, she lay motionless, her unfocused eyes wide open.

“Whoa. I thought you were going to die.”

Only then did I let out a sigh of relief.

Somehow I managed to catch it.

It was fortunate that the other side seemed to be excited as well, as they were bluffed according to the number of targets.

“You did well to take care of it.”

I patted the package I had in my bosom.

A spell stone found in Melina’s room. I thought it would be useful, so I sneaked it out, but it was also a filial son.

After this case is solved, I’ll have to ask Rowan to make some more.

“By the way.”

I looked at the sky through the hole in the ceiling. A purple curtain still covers the assembly hall.

It would be normal for the veil to disappear when the caster dies, but it’s strange that it’s still there.

I glanced at Arwen. Lying still motionless. If you look at that, it’s true that it’s a dead body.

“Isn’t this also not enough?”

That strong is the apostle of the church. I didn’t think I would die easily just because my heart was pierced. If so, it must be said that it must be destroyed through a special method.

How did you catch it in Act 4?

I was thinking about it, but there was a commotion behind my back.

Millia dragged her injured body and came to my side.

Millia, who was watching the situation, opened her mouth at once.

“Have you done it?”

“Yayi.”

Bitch, voodoo later.

Swoop.

just as expected. Black mana rose from the ground and began to form on Arwen’s pierced chest.

“f*k.”