As Dietrich left the mansion, dazzling sunlight shone down on him.
Dietrich knocked away the swords of the knights rushing at him.
“Did you even give your precious life in exchange?”
Illeon’s pupils shook ever so slightly.
Dietrich knew that what he had spat out was correct.
“How dare you insult the God I believe in by calling him a devil.”
Illeon drew his sword and rushed at Dietrich.
Dietrich, who had trained his swordsmanship to the limit, knew that Illeon was no match for him.
However, Illeon, who thought he would immediately fall down if he had obtained the power of God, unexpectedly exchanged swords with him several times.
One-on-one may be fine, but one-on-many battles. Even facing an immortal army and Illeon together would have been too much for Dietrich.
“That’s right, you should have listened when I said nice things. If you had handed the Princess over to me, you wouldn’t have met such a miserable end.”
Dietrich’s eyes instantly turned fierce at Illeon’s words as he raised his chin.
“Don’t put the Princess in your disgusting mouth.”
Illeon’s laughter rang out loud.
“I’ll kill you, clean up Abelon, and put the Princess next to me. Even though it’s a ruined country, since I'm from a good background, people’s opposition will be less.”
Dietrich’s eyes became more murderous as he heard Illeon’s words.
The fearsome murderous intent made even the formless legions hesitate for a moment.
Dietrich swung his sword at Illeon like lightning.
Clang!
The swords of the enraged Dietrich and the leisurely smiling Illeon clashed.
Illeon’s lips slowly parted.
“Your mother’s will was probably this, right? Don’t think about revenge. Just think about living happily.”
Dietrich’s eyes were filled with astonishment.
“You are not alone. This mother will watch over you from heaven. My beloved son, Kyle.”
Dietrich’s hand holding the sword trembled.
The words Illeon spat out were exactly the same as his mother’s will before she died.
Dietrich had never revealed his real name to anyone. Not even to Anderson, of course, but to Seliya.
Dietrich knew very well that Seliya was curious about his past.
However, he did not open his mouth because he had promised to tell her about his past after everything surrounding him was over.
“The unfortunate Prince of the Inata Principality, born from the second Queen who was not loved by the King. Isn’t that your true origin?”
Illeon drove the wedge in. He read the emotions on Dietrich’s face.
“What is this? It seems that you know how to be shocked.”
Illeon laughed out loud as if he was happy.
“You lost to me when you were shaken.”
Dietrich grabbed his sword again to deal with the knights who were rushing at him.
However, he could not put strength into his sword.
The shock of hearing about his past, which he had never told anyone, from Illeon’s mouth was too great.
The image of his mother, who had been excited and happy that the King of the Shan Kingdom had chosen him as the fiancé of Princess Anastasia, who was crazy about him despite his healing abilities, flashed through Dietrich’s mind.
The sight of his mother shedding tears of joy at receiving her father’s favor, which was more like a whim than love, and his mother laughing like a girl while listing information about Princess Anastasia broke Dietrich’s heart.
"Princess Asha has silver hair that shines like stars. The name of the parrot that her father, the King, gave her on her birthday is Popo. It’s a red parrot, but it has a yellow spot on its chest."
Dietrich used to listen to his mother’s chattering with a calm face.
"You have to remember it well. You have to know the person you're going to marry well so that you won't be hated."
Unlike the splendid palace where the first Queen resided, the small villa was the palace where he and his mother lived.
Dietrich didn’t express it, but he loved his mother.
His hair was jet black, like her father, the Duke, but his eye color was neither purple like her mother’s nor dark blue, the color of the Duke’s eyes.
The Duke did not like Dietrich, who had bright red eyes.
It would have been natural for him to hate himself for being the cause of his loss of favor, but his mother cherished him as if he were the most precious person in the world.
Therefore, Dietrich had no choice but to disobey his mother’s will.
He hid his identity, changed his name, and walked into the Abelon palace on his own, enduring all kinds of humiliation.
Hiding his true feelings, he lay flat in the palace, waiting for the day of revenge.
Feeling his heart being cut out alive, he looked in front of him and saw Illeon grinning at him, who had already let go of his sword.
Illeon’s sword blade aimed at Dietrich’s neck.
“I will send you back to your mother’s arms right away.”
Dietrich quickly looked around.
There was no escape.
The army led by Illeon had surrounded Dietrich’s mansion in layers.
The knights, clad in pitch-black armor, were all wearing helmets so that their faces were hard to distinguish.
Judging from the blood dripping from the swords in their hands, it seemed that they had killed quite a few palace knights on the way here.
“I wondered when you would come out. You’re coming out so late.”
Illeon, who was the only one wearing pure white armor, murmured as he looked at Dietrich.
Dietrich slowly closed his eyes and opened them, placing his hand on the sword at his waist.
“...Did you kill all my knights in the palace?”
“Our great commander of the imperial knights seems to be quite upset that I killed dogs that even their owners didn’t recognize.”
Illeon smirked and provoked Dietrich. However, Dietrich only stared at Illeon with a strange expression.
“I didn’t just kill the palace knights under your command. I killed all the palace maids and servants.”
“...”
“Oh, just one. I didn’t take the life of the knight who was going to report this to you.”
Illeon smiled with his eyes wide open as if he was so happy.
“Be grateful. I disposed of the people of Viscount Brillion with my own hands.”
“...If you had this many troops, there was no way I wouldn’t know.”
Dietrich’s red eyes carefully examined the black legion wearing helmets.
The knights had no life at all.
They looked like dead people.
“What on earth did you do?”
Illeon didn’t answer Dietrich’s question.
“What the hell. Tear that guy to pieces right now.”
The order to kill Dietrich came from Illeon's mouth.
The knights who had been standing still rushed towards Dietrich like lightning.
Dietrich pulled out his sword and fought alone against the knights who rushed at him.
Chaenggang!
The sound of blades clashing with blades reverberated endlessly.
Whenever he was fighting one, the others seemed to be waiting behind him and made a surprise attack. Illeon, knowing that he could not beat Dietrich's swordsmanship, pushed forward with his own strength.
Dietrich clicked his tongue at Illeon's pettiness.
"...After I cut down all of these guys, it's your turn."
Dietrich's sword mercilessly cut through the knights.
Illeon lifted the corners of his mouth and smiled leisurely while looking at Dietrich.
At the same time that Dietrich frowned, something unbelievable happened.
The knights whom he had clearly cut off the air from were standing up and grabbing their swords.
Dietrich sensed something strange. He thought that it was strange that no blood came out even after cutting.
Dietrich quickly took off the helmet of the knight he had just cut down.
The helmet rolled to the dirt floor, revealing the knight’s bare face that had been hidden.
“!”
Dietrich opened his eyes wide after confirming the knight’s face.
The knight had no face.
It was as if a shadow was swaying, a pile of pitch-black ash wearing armor and pretending to be a knight.
Dietrich realized. The people he had cut down so far were not living people.
“God, you know. He lends strength to those who believe in him. Like me now.”
Illeon’s blue eyes, carrying the black army on his back, flashed with madness.
Dietrich knew better than anyone that Illeon was a believer in prophecy.
Because of the damned prophecy, hadn’t he and Seliya been harmed?
“Is it really a God who sacrifices people to predict the future? Or is it a devil pretending to be a God?”
Illeon’s eyes grew cold at Dietrich’s words.
Dietrich stood up like a zombie and continued to speak while cutting down the knights rushing at him.
“Tell me. What did you give to that devil to gain this army?”
“....”
There was no escape.
The army led by Illeon had surrounded Dietrich’s mansion in layers.
The knights, clad in pitch-black armor, were all wearing helmets so that their faces were hard to distinguish.
Judging from the blood dripping from the swords in their hands, it seemed that they had killed quite a few palace knights on the way here.
“I wondered when you would come out. You’re coming out so late.”
Illeon, who was the only one wearing pure white armor, murmured as he looked at Dietrich.
Dietrich slowly closed his eyes and opened them, placing his hand on the sword at his waist.
“...Did you kill all my knights in the palace?”
“Our great commander of the imperial knights seems to be quite upset that I killed dogs that even their owners didn’t recognize.”
Illeon smirked and provoked Dietrich. However, Dietrich only stared at Illeon with a strange expression.
“I didn’t just kill the palace knights under your command. I killed all the palace maids and servants.”
“...”
“Oh, just one. I didn’t take the life of the knight who was going to report this to you.”
Illeon smiled with his eyes wide open as if he was so happy.
“Be grateful. I disposed of the people of Viscount Brillion with my own hands.”
“...If you had this many troops, there was no way I wouldn’t know.”
Dietrich’s red eyes carefully examined the black legion wearing helmets.
The knights had no life at all.
They looked like dead people.
“What on earth did you do?”
Illeon didn’t answer Dietrich’s question.
“What the hell. Tear that guy to pieces right now.”
The order to kill Dietrich came from Illeon's mouth.
The knights who had been standing still rushed towards Dietrich like lightning.
Dietrich pulled out his sword and fought alone against the knights who rushed at him.
Chaenggang!
The sound of blades clashing with blades reverberated endlessly.
Whenever he was fighting one, the others seemed to be waiting behind him and made a surprise attack. Illeon, knowing that he could not beat Dietrich's swordsmanship, pushed forward with his own strength.
Dietrich clicked his tongue at Illeon's pettiness.
"...After I cut down all of these guys, it's your turn."
Dietrich's sword mercilessly cut through the knights.
Illeon lifted the corners of his mouth and smiled leisurely while looking at Dietrich.
At the same time that Dietrich frowned, something unbelievable happened.
The knights whom he had clearly cut off the air from were standing up and grabbing their swords.
Dietrich sensed something strange. He thought that it was strange that no blood came out even after cutting.
Dietrich quickly took off the helmet of the knight he had just cut down.
The helmet rolled to the dirt floor, revealing the knight’s bare face that had been hidden.
“!”
Dietrich opened his eyes wide after confirming the knight’s face.
The knight had no face.
It was as if a shadow was swaying, a pile of pitch-black ash wearing armor and pretending to be a knight.
Dietrich realized. The people he had cut down so far were not living people.
“God, you know. He lends strength to those who believe in him. Like me now.”
Illeon’s blue eyes, carrying the black army on his back, flashed with madness.
Dietrich knew better than anyone that Illeon was a believer in prophecy.
Because of the damned prophecy, hadn’t he and Seliya been harmed?
“Is it really a God who sacrifices people to predict the future? Or is it a devil pretending to be a God?”
Illeon’s eyes grew cold at Dietrich’s words.
Dietrich stood up like a zombie and continued to speak while cutting down the knights rushing at him.
“Tell me. What did you give to that devil to gain this army?”
“....”
Dietrich knocked away the swords of the knights rushing at him.
“Did you even give your precious life in exchange?”
Illeon’s pupils shook ever so slightly.
Dietrich knew that what he had spat out was correct.
“How dare you insult the God I believe in by calling him a devil.”
Illeon drew his sword and rushed at Dietrich.
Dietrich, who had trained his swordsmanship to the limit, knew that Illeon was no match for him.
However, Illeon, who thought he would immediately fall down if he had obtained the power of God, unexpectedly exchanged swords with him several times.
One-on-one may be fine, but one-on-many battles. Even facing an immortal army and Illeon together would have been too much for Dietrich.
“That’s right, you should have listened when I said nice things. If you had handed the Princess over to me, you wouldn’t have met such a miserable end.”
Dietrich’s eyes instantly turned fierce at Illeon’s words as he raised his chin.
“Don’t put the Princess in your disgusting mouth.”
Illeon’s laughter rang out loud.
“I’ll kill you, clean up Abelon, and put the Princess next to me. Even though it’s a ruined country, since I'm from a good background, people’s opposition will be less.”
Dietrich’s eyes became more murderous as he heard Illeon’s words.
The fearsome murderous intent made even the formless legions hesitate for a moment.
Dietrich swung his sword at Illeon like lightning.
Clang!
The swords of the enraged Dietrich and the leisurely smiling Illeon clashed.
Illeon’s lips slowly parted.
“Your mother’s will was probably this, right? Don’t think about revenge. Just think about living happily.”
Dietrich’s eyes were filled with astonishment.
“You are not alone. This mother will watch over you from heaven. My beloved son, Kyle.”
Dietrich’s hand holding the sword trembled.
The words Illeon spat out were exactly the same as his mother’s will before she died.
Dietrich had never revealed his real name to anyone. Not even to Anderson, of course, but to Seliya.
Dietrich knew very well that Seliya was curious about his past.
However, he did not open his mouth because he had promised to tell her about his past after everything surrounding him was over.
“The unfortunate Prince of the Inata Principality, born from the second Queen who was not loved by the King. Isn’t that your true origin?”
Illeon drove the wedge in. He read the emotions on Dietrich’s face.
“What is this? It seems that you know how to be shocked.”
Illeon laughed out loud as if he was happy.
“You lost to me when you were shaken.”
Dietrich grabbed his sword again to deal with the knights who were rushing at him.
However, he could not put strength into his sword.
The shock of hearing about his past, which he had never told anyone, from Illeon’s mouth was too great.
The image of his mother, who had been excited and happy that the King of the Shan Kingdom had chosen him as the fiancé of Princess Anastasia, who was crazy about him despite his healing abilities, flashed through Dietrich’s mind.
The sight of his mother shedding tears of joy at receiving her father’s favor, which was more like a whim than love, and his mother laughing like a girl while listing information about Princess Anastasia broke Dietrich’s heart.
"Princess Asha has silver hair that shines like stars. The name of the parrot that her father, the King, gave her on her birthday is Popo. It’s a red parrot, but it has a yellow spot on its chest."
Dietrich used to listen to his mother’s chattering with a calm face.
"You have to remember it well. You have to know the person you're going to marry well so that you won't be hated."
Unlike the splendid palace where the first Queen resided, the small villa was the palace where he and his mother lived.
Dietrich didn’t express it, but he loved his mother.
His hair was jet black, like her father, the Duke, but his eye color was neither purple like her mother’s nor dark blue, the color of the Duke’s eyes.
The Duke did not like Dietrich, who had bright red eyes.
It would have been natural for him to hate himself for being the cause of his loss of favor, but his mother cherished him as if he were the most precious person in the world.
Therefore, Dietrich had no choice but to disobey his mother’s will.
He hid his identity, changed his name, and walked into the Abelon palace on his own, enduring all kinds of humiliation.
Hiding his true feelings, he lay flat in the palace, waiting for the day of revenge.
Feeling his heart being cut out alive, he looked in front of him and saw Illeon grinning at him, who had already let go of his sword.
Illeon’s sword blade aimed at Dietrich’s neck.
“I will send you back to your mother’s arms right away.”
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