Chapter 536
My Villains Episode 536
68. To the capital(9)
The place where the group stayed was an accommodation facility named ‘The Emperor’s Attic’..
The Emperor's Attic, located in the middle of Froshafen's city center, was more like a salon or cafe than an inn. Although the 3rd and 4th floors were filled with large and small luxury rooms, the main customers were those who filled the reception rooms on the 2nd floor..
In the past, the Gelan nobles and wealthy people were probably the main users. Now, among the Nude people who occupied Angst, those of high status have come and gone as regulars, trying to imitate the nobility of the settlers..
“Haha, long time no see. Sir - No, no, your Excellency is still the same..”
“Sir Bran.”
Did they kick out all the customers? The only people filling the quiet living room were my group, subordinates, and two guests..
I smiled brightly and held hands with the person who greeted me, but I kept a nervous expression..
“No, how did Kyung get to this point?.”
“Haven't you heard the news? I heard that His Excellency the Marquis sent a letter..”
“Your Excellency the Marquis? Do you mean the Marquis of Eavon??”
When I asked the question, I roughly understood the situation before Sir Bran could answer.
“He said he would send someone, and that was Sir.?”
Sir Bran is a man from a wealthy family that has been settled in the Antram region for several generations. Thanks to his contribution in the Kalman War, he was commissioned by Count Oss, the ‘young fox’, and was promoted to a knight. His 'Lancabel family' became a proud noble family..
He was a typical Toho who exercised absolute influence only within his own territory, although his only territory was a town with less than 500 households and a few small villages..
But let's be honest - Lord Bran's true value wasn't in his useful skills, his humble family, his small fiefdom, or his handful of armies. What is noteworthy is that he was an old man who claimed to be the guardian of the Lancavel family for nearly 10 years, ever since his life was saved by Lord Bran's uncle..
“It's been a while since I saw you, too. You've waited a long time?”
The old man sitting on the soft sofa was leisurely stroking his beard even though the Count was visiting..
“Hehe, it’s been a long wait.” He is an old man who deserves it. Isn't he the battle wizard representing the western part of the kingdom, and the one who created his own spell and earned the title of great wizard? Even though I am the prince of the empire, this is not the time to bow my head..
Ogshlizo smiled kindly and shook his head..
“I didn't even notice the time passing because I was here chatting with Ellen..”
“……Is that so??”
It's hard to believe, but it was Ellen, not Theodora or Iopia, who served the two guests who were waiting first..
The guy who was sitting next to Ogshlizo, sipping a southern-style fruit drink, glanced at me..
“They said they would come back soon after turning around, but why are they so late? I waited for about two hours.”
“Was it me who was late because I wanted to be late? Something annoying suddenly happened... … . No, Sir Bran and the old man are fine, so why are you making such a fuss??”
Ellen has a sky-high nose. As I said, most nobles look down on me and do not interact with me..
The pride of being a descendant of a legendary—no, almost mythical—grand wizard, memories of being looked down upon by peers as a child, and even the experience of gaining power unbefitting one's age through crisis and adversity... … . In the midst of all these things mixing together, I guess I lost everything..
Perhaps that's why Ellen often subconsciously divided the 'class' or 'class' of those around her, and this tendency became even stronger after becoming the High Master of the palace..
Because he was so easy to read, it wasn't difficult to figure out that there were very few people, including me, Hayla, and Princess Theodora, that Ellen considered to be of the same level..
Looking at it now, it seems that Ogshlizo is one of those few..
In fact, he was a Buddhist monk who reached the state through a unique path, and he must have devoted two or three times Ellen's age to training. As a wizard, I can't help but respect you..
Or, the sight of an old wizard with fine wrinkles and a white beard might have reminded him of his teacher, Grand Master Zemar, who lost his life while protecting himself. Looking at Ellen's uncharacteristic polite and polite attitude, I think this version is closer to the correct answer..
After ignoring Ellen's scolding, I looked back at the two guests and burst into laughter..
“The Marquis said he would send someone, so I thought he would send a reliable messenger... … . I never imagined you two would come..”
“Lancabel has served Ariaga for half a century already. Are there any messengers as trustworthy as me??”
“Well, I guess so..”
Seeing the happy faces who fought together in a war of blades, Froshafen has become a mess.
Because of this, I feel like the stress I received goes away in an instant. I put aside my curiosity and simply solved the problem..
Let's take a moment to say hello, catch up on things, and enjoy some foamy beer and fragrant wine. Ogshlizo got to the point..
“Well, I better get this done before the drinking gets too much..”
“Work?”
“exactly. “They will be waiting for several days, so let’s talk first.” The old wizard made an incomprehensible sound, got up with a loud growl, and approached the fireplace that occupied one wall. Then, as he took out a glass bottle containing something that looked like gray vapor, scorched tree branches, and shiny powder, I could roughly guess what he was going to do..
Ellen seemed to have noticed more than me, and stood up with wide eyes..
“Is that really ‘eternal smoke’??”
“You have a good eye. As expected, you are the equivalent of the palace, Ms. Ellen..”
“oh my god. You're going to use it now.?”
“Why, what is that??”
When I nudged him with my elbow and asked him a question, he answered with a slightly confused expression..
“I told you, it's an eternal smoke. It is a precious material from another world that cannot be obtained even with money..”
“Hehe, I thought so too. But now that I'm a marquis, there's nothing I can't get with money..”
“Is the powder platinum? What is that elm tree? Burning in the flames of another world.”
“this. “I wanted to surprise you, but it looks like your intentions have already been discovered.” Before I could accurately understand the situation, Ogshlizo muttered something as he poured the ingredients he had taken out into the fireplace..
“Ex ignis, ut aromus ayair.”
Toad-duk-duk!
Sparks flew loudly as the scorched tree branches and sparkling powder were engulfed in fire..
fur
Perhaps misunderstood by the sudden loud noise, the door to the living room burst open and subordinates, each holding their weapons, poured in..
“My lord, Ellen.!”
“what! What are you talking about?!”
Ellen and I were preoccupied with the fire, so it was up to Goleman, Mira, and others who were standing in one corner of the reception room to dissuade the startled security guards and guards..
Then, just as white flames erupted and overflowed from the fireplace, the old wizard's wrinkled hand made a small gesture. A gentle breeze dampened the flames, and Ogshlizo, watching with a wary eye, pulled the cork from the glass bottle and let smoke pour out..
Whoosh, whoosh!
Instead of scattering in all directions, the smoke billowed white fire and swirled in the air. The white flame moved to Ogshlizo's eye level, fluttering here and there, transforming into the shape of a human bust. It was an unimaginable sight, so even the subordinates who came in with an ugly force opened their mouths..
But it was too early to be surprised. This is because the flaming bust imitating a middle-aged person opened its mouth with a happy expression..
“Oh, finally. Are you Ogshlijo??”
“Who else could it be? The Marquis?”
“I will bring you there right away. Please wait a moment.”
The human form disintegrated and turned into a ball of fire..
‘‘......under.”
Ellen, who was watching the scene while holding her breath, let out a moan-like sound..
“Is it now connected to Antrum and Rian Well's Marquis of Eavon??”
“Well, not Antrum. Probably 'Multting Um'. The Marquis was traveling. “This is the ‘manifestation of fire,’ isn’t it? I thought it was a real spell..”
At the sound of astonishment in his voice, Ogshul Rizzo smiled bitterly and brushed off his beard..
“Hehe, Miss Ellen overestimates this old man. This is the ‘Colvian Epiphany’. It can't be compared to those legendary spells..”
“Ah, the Corvian epiphany……
In the conversation between the two wizards, the only thing I could understand was the name 'Colvian'. I heard that he was an archmage of the temple during the 'Hundred Faces King' era of the last century and left behind many unique legacies, including paints used in magic circles and slowing down spells using caramel..
No, I have also heard of ‘The Appearance of Fire’ at some point. It looks like a technique used by a certain name.…….
Grumbling-
Before I could recall, the waving fireball took on the shape of a human being..
oh!" He was an impressive old man with a neatly trimmed beard, combed hair, and a finely wrinkled face. He looked back at the living room with an exclamation and greeted me in a humorous tone..
“What an amazing sight. It's all burning like a flame. Hey, is everyone okay??”
“it's okay. Your Excellency is just like the spirit of fire..”
“I?”
“yes.”
The Marquis of Eavon, the High Lord of Antrum, known as the Old Fox of Ariaga - no, the white fireball that had taken his form looked down at his hands as if curious. For a moment, he burst out laughing..
“Haha, they got caught! I am Ifrit, the Spirit King of Fire! Bow your heads, you worthless mortals.!”
This old man is still the same.
I smiled at that pitiful sight. However, the sight of a fireball floating in the air bursting out laughing and puffing out its chest was very threatening..
The men who had lowered their weapons took up a fighting stance, and Gollman and others, who had been trying to stop them, came out with a calm expression and looked at Ellen..
“it's okay. It's no big deal, so everyone go out.”
“lord, but.”
“what. I'm afraid I might get eaten by that little ifrit.?”
Seeing your hesitation, I touched my forehead..
“ get out.”
I suppressed my irritation and gestured, and only then did my subordinates retreat. The Marquis of Eavon was giggling as to what was so funny..
“What's so funny??”
“Well, wouldn’t that be fun? The famous Red Knight's subordinates tremble when they see the majesty of this body. Even the virgin who warmed my bed yesterday wasn't that good..”
I quietly wrinkled my face, but the old man paid it no mind and continued talking cheerfully..
“Well, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you, so aren’t you glad to see me?” “Oh, yes. Nice to meet you. From what I heard, it looks like they wasted a lot of money on this. I'm not trying to be funny.?”
“I spent some gold coins. I also saw the bamboo statue of the king, so I think I've paid my dues at this rate..”
“Hehehe - just a joke, a joke.”
The Marquis of Eavon corrected his expression and spoke with a pretense of seriousness..
“Don't you believe in me and only cross the sword? You can't attract the enemy knights with a few poorly written letters. “It was considered polite to show this level of sincerity.” “I thought a henchman with full authority would come... … . Well, it's much better to talk in person..”
I am also satisfied with the arrival of Lord Bran and Ogshlizo. I don't think he would have thrown his favorite vassal and the most powerful magic power as bait just to trick me once..
“Well, the reason I went through this troublesome task was to give you an accurate explanation.?”
“That's right.”
“Then let’s take a listen..”
I sat down on the sofa and asked the Marquis..
“How do you plan on letting me into the royal capital??”
“It's very simple. I've prepared a decent identity for you..”
“Status?”
“He is a swordsman who trained in the Ohit family, a prestigious swordsman of the Mitergeland Empire. The name is 'Ludo'. He is from Asuberg and has a great desire for wealth and success..”
“Swordsman, you say? A swordsman from Asuberg, from the Empire?” “I see.” I was speechless and quietly scratched my eyebrows..
“…… How does an imperial swordsman enter the royal capital? No, how do you get over the castle gate? What about the Avenues of Glory? You said you could let me into the Avenue of Glory.?”
The fireball old man shrugged his shoulders..
“To be precise, I said I would give them access to the Royal College..”
“So how on earth could a swordsman from the empire enter the Royal University?,”
“Is it any wonder that teachers go to universities??”
“yes?”
When I made a stupid noise, the old Marquis smiled brightly..
“Ludo, a swordsman from Asuberg, is a swordsman of outstanding skill who has been endorsed by Count Jovian, the 7th cousin of King Zacharis..”
Count Jovian.
A collateral relative of the royal family and the great lord of the Okdeli region. The young wife of the Marquis of Eavon and the false father of Panabel..
While I was stumbling over the name Jovian, the Marquis continued speaking..
“These days, interest in the Empire's swordsmanship has increased through the Battle of the Blades. It's not unusual for a swordsman who is said to be a close associate of the King's faction to be invited to the Royal College..”
As the Marquis of Eavon spoke calmly, I gaped..
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