The next morning.
The knights who had been guarding the palace gates with their eyes wide open all night long found Dietrich in armor.
Next to Dietrich, who was wearing black armor and holding a sword, was a knight they had never seen before. He was wearing a helmet so they couldn’t see his face properly, but the knight’s physique was so slender that it was hard to tell if he was wearing armor or if the armor was wearing the knight.
‘Your adjutant, Sir Anderson, who you always carry around with you, is much taller and thicker than him, so he can’t be. Then who is that knight?’
The knights seemed to have a lot to ask.
Dietrich stood in front of the knight as if to interrupt his thoughts and spoke.
“Did anything happen last night?”
“Your Excellency the Duke of Calypso... No, my lord.”
Ever since Anderson had scolded them to use their titles properly, the palace knights were very careful not to utter the title that had become stuck in their mouths.
“Bring out the witches from every street, it’s a holy fire. The prisons are full and we can’t put any more instigators in there.”
The knight added, carefully watching Dietrich’s expression.
“Why on earth did the rumor spread that my lord’s lover was a witch...?”
Dietrich listened to the knight with an indifferent expression.
“Do not let anyone into the palace. No one should leave the palace.”
“Understood.”
Dietrich left with the knight.
Only after they had moved away from the palace did Seliya, who had been silently standing next to Dietrich, speak up.
“But I don’t necessarily need to wear a helmet, do I? The other knights don’t wear them.”
Dietrich looked down at Seliya’s emerald eyes, visible through the gap in her helmet, with a face filled with deep affection.
At the same time, he recalled the time when he had gone out into the street with Seliya and attracted the attention of many people.
Dozens of pairs of eyes were looking at Seliya, who was wearing a pure white bonnet, with lustful eyes.
Since it was impossible to pluck out each person’s eyeballs, Dietrich armed Seliya as a knight and brought her out.
However, Seliya’s physique was too different from that of other knights. Even wearing solid armor and a helmet, her height and unique atmosphere could not be hidden.
Dietrich stared at Seliya.
When they first mixed, Seliya soon lost consciousness and collapsed.
Dietrich thought that he had to feed Seliya a lot of delicious food to increase her physical strength.
Dietrich also decided to include mixing with her every day to make Seliya very healthy in his schedule.
There was no way Seliya would know Dietrich’s intentions.
Seliya seemed to be staring at him too intently, so she grabbed his hand and shook it.
“Dietrich, are you listening to me?”
“...Yes. I am listening.”
Dietrich smiled faintly and naturally wrapped his black-gloved hand around Seliya’s hand. Seliya narrowed her eyes.
It was early in the morning, so there were no people on the street, but he was advertising himself as a lover.
“If you do this, isn’t it too pointless for me to wear armor?”
Dietrich answered Seliya’s words, releasing his hand with a regretful expression.
“That’s true.”
“...Let’s stop talking.”
Seliya said as much as she could, but she had a hard time controlling the corners of her mouth that kept rising.
“Fortunately, I’m wearing a helmet, so only my eyes are visible.”
Dietrich’s voice fell into Seliya’s ear, who was smiling.
“I’m going to search all day, starting from the Imperial Palace Street, for places where Illeon might be. I’m also going to kill the Brillion Family today.”
Dietrich stopped talking and stared at Seliya with calm eyes.
Dealing with the Brillion Family while they’re out of the palace? Seliya had no reason to refuse.
When Seliya was in the Count's mansion, the Brillion family exploited her every day.
It was nothing to belittle and degrade Seliya as a rascal who didn't even know her parents. They even held a public courtship, showing her off like a commodity to men who paid a lot of money, and selling her off to the old Emperor, and now they are taking the lead in instigating her by calling her a witch and cutting off her tail.
Seliya was really sick of it.
The Brillion family, and this damned Abelon they were standing on.
All of them.
"There are so many people in the prison that they could be summarily executed. If they want, they could make the Brillion family stand in court."
Court? Was it really necessary to make those people go all the way to the court?
Seliya shook her head and answered.
“You can do whatever you want. You can kill them or save them.”
Seliya was a little surprised at what she had said.
Seliya looked up at Dietrich, wondering if she had treated human life too lightly.
Dietrich had a gentle smile on his lips, seemingly unconcerned.
“...Then I’ll do whatever I want. Kill them or save them.”
Unlike his smiling face, his voice was very cold.
Seliya knew that the end of the Brillion family would not be so good.
How fortunate it was to have someone who would shed blood on her behalf.
A reliable companion who she had met when she was on the edge of a dead end.
Seliya smiled silently as she watched Dietrich, who healed her wounded body and would eventually destroy Abelon.
As the morning sun rose, people began to appear one by one in the once-deserted streets.
The faces of the people who found the armed Dietrich turned pale.
The new Emperor from the Duke of Gregrick, who would bring prosperity to Abelon, was imprisoned.
The one who imprisoned the new Emperor, Illeon, was Dietrich.
Not only that, Dietrich had his knights imprison people who even mentioned the word 'witch'. The Great Temple, the center of faith, was burned down, and rumors spread among the people that the commander of the imperial knights was possessed by the witch, Seliya Brillion, and was leading the destruction of Abelon.
However, no one could dare to speak carelessly in front of Dietrich.
With his solid physique that could not be hidden even by armor, his tall stature, and his red eyes beneath his hair as black as a crow's feathers.
Everyone, regardless of their gender, was quick to avoid eye contact with Dietrich, who radiated an intimidating presence.
It was then that a boy walking with a noblewoman ran toward Dietrich.
The noblewoman's face turned pale.
Dietrich looked down indifferently at the small head that suddenly blocked his path.
“People say. You’re possessed by a witch?”
Dietrich narrowed his eyebrows at the boy’s words.
It was the words of a child who looked to be no more than seven years old.
An age when he wouldn’t even be able to tell if his words were malicious.
“Are you really going to destroy Abelon? You’re the commander of the imperial knights. You shouldn’t be doing that.”
Dietrich tilted his head. The lady, who came to her senses belatedly, hugged the boy tightly and repeatedly bowed her head toward Dietrich.
“I’m, I’m sorry. Your Excellency the Duke of Calypso... The child doesn’t know what he’s talking about, so please forgive him..."
“Hey.”
Dietrich cut off the lady’s words and called the boy.
He bent down to meet the boy’s eyes.
Then the boy looked up at Dietrich while still in the lady’s arms.
Dietrich asked the boy with innocent eyes,
“Who are the ‘people’ who said those words to you?”
As a result, the boy did not tell who the people who had said those words were.
Dietrich did not scold the child.
The child was not guilty.
The child was simply relaying to Dietrich, the person involved, the words that the adults said every day.
It was true that he intended to destroy Abelon. If he destroyed this Abelon, that child would live his whole life resenting himself.
It was an endless vicious cycle.
Being destroyed, destroying, being killed, and taking revenge.
But now he had no intention of retracting the destruction.
Whenever he praised Seliya, he would always say something ridiculous, calling her an evil witch.
Dietrich knew that people needed a scapegoat.
A beautiful scapegoat who would appease their anxiety and discontent.
After Seliya was burned at the stake, they would try to burn someone else at the stake.
Of course, he would not let that happen.
Dietrich wanted that damn Abelon to be destroyed as soon as possible.
Seeing all the witch hunts and all, it was obvious that this Abelon would destroy itself.
'We just have to deal with Illeon and the rest of them, and the humans of the Brillion family who harassed Seliya.'
Dietrich and Seliya wandered around the capital city streets until the evening sunset.
It was not that they had not found anything after wandering around for half a day.
"Ugh!"
Viscount Brillion, whose body was tightly bound with ropes, was forced to kneel in front of Dietrich.
The Viscount's eyes shone blue under his brown hair.
"Your Excellency, Duke Calypso, no matter how much you desire my daughter, you cannot treat me like this."
The captured Viscount acted proudly as if he was innocent.
Dietrich lifted the Viscount’s chin with his scabbard.
His face was disgusting and oozing with desire.
“I don’t think you’ve ever considered her your daughter.”
The Viscount. glared at Dietrich’s words.
“I’m the one who turned a woman of unknown origin who used to rummage through trash cans into a noblewoman. I fed her, clothed her, and even gave her a place to sleep.”
Seliya, who was standing next to Dietrich, looked down at the Viscount as if he were a bug. It was fortunate that he couldn’t see her face because she was wearing a helmet.
“Your Excellency, I have just one question.”
The Viscount asked with a smirk without waiting for Dietrich to answer.
“You didn’t sleep with Seliya, did you?”
Next to Dietrich, who was wearing black armor and holding a sword, was a knight they had never seen before. He was wearing a helmet so they couldn’t see his face properly, but the knight’s physique was so slender that it was hard to tell if he was wearing armor or if the armor was wearing the knight.
‘Your adjutant, Sir Anderson, who you always carry around with you, is much taller and thicker than him, so he can’t be. Then who is that knight?’
The knights seemed to have a lot to ask.
Dietrich stood in front of the knight as if to interrupt his thoughts and spoke.
“Did anything happen last night?”
“Your Excellency the Duke of Calypso... No, my lord.”
Ever since Anderson had scolded them to use their titles properly, the palace knights were very careful not to utter the title that had become stuck in their mouths.
“Bring out the witches from every street, it’s a holy fire. The prisons are full and we can’t put any more instigators in there.”
The knight added, carefully watching Dietrich’s expression.
“Why on earth did the rumor spread that my lord’s lover was a witch...?”
Dietrich listened to the knight with an indifferent expression.
“Do not let anyone into the palace. No one should leave the palace.”
“Understood.”
Dietrich left with the knight.
Only after they had moved away from the palace did Seliya, who had been silently standing next to Dietrich, speak up.
“But I don’t necessarily need to wear a helmet, do I? The other knights don’t wear them.”
Dietrich looked down at Seliya’s emerald eyes, visible through the gap in her helmet, with a face filled with deep affection.
At the same time, he recalled the time when he had gone out into the street with Seliya and attracted the attention of many people.
Dozens of pairs of eyes were looking at Seliya, who was wearing a pure white bonnet, with lustful eyes.
Since it was impossible to pluck out each person’s eyeballs, Dietrich armed Seliya as a knight and brought her out.
However, Seliya’s physique was too different from that of other knights. Even wearing solid armor and a helmet, her height and unique atmosphere could not be hidden.
Dietrich stared at Seliya.
When they first mixed, Seliya soon lost consciousness and collapsed.
Dietrich thought that he had to feed Seliya a lot of delicious food to increase her physical strength.
Dietrich also decided to include mixing with her every day to make Seliya very healthy in his schedule.
There was no way Seliya would know Dietrich’s intentions.
Seliya seemed to be staring at him too intently, so she grabbed his hand and shook it.
“Dietrich, are you listening to me?”
“...Yes. I am listening.”
Dietrich smiled faintly and naturally wrapped his black-gloved hand around Seliya’s hand. Seliya narrowed her eyes.
It was early in the morning, so there were no people on the street, but he was advertising himself as a lover.
“If you do this, isn’t it too pointless for me to wear armor?”
Dietrich answered Seliya’s words, releasing his hand with a regretful expression.
“That’s true.”
“...Let’s stop talking.”
Seliya said as much as she could, but she had a hard time controlling the corners of her mouth that kept rising.
“Fortunately, I’m wearing a helmet, so only my eyes are visible.”
Dietrich’s voice fell into Seliya’s ear, who was smiling.
“I’m going to search all day, starting from the Imperial Palace Street, for places where Illeon might be. I’m also going to kill the Brillion Family today.”
Dietrich stopped talking and stared at Seliya with calm eyes.
Dealing with the Brillion Family while they’re out of the palace? Seliya had no reason to refuse.
When Seliya was in the Count's mansion, the Brillion family exploited her every day.
It was nothing to belittle and degrade Seliya as a rascal who didn't even know her parents. They even held a public courtship, showing her off like a commodity to men who paid a lot of money, and selling her off to the old Emperor, and now they are taking the lead in instigating her by calling her a witch and cutting off her tail.
Seliya was really sick of it.
The Brillion family, and this damned Abelon they were standing on.
All of them.
"There are so many people in the prison that they could be summarily executed. If they want, they could make the Brillion family stand in court."
Court? Was it really necessary to make those people go all the way to the court?
Seliya shook her head and answered.
“You can do whatever you want. You can kill them or save them.”
Seliya was a little surprised at what she had said.
Seliya looked up at Dietrich, wondering if she had treated human life too lightly.
Dietrich had a gentle smile on his lips, seemingly unconcerned.
“...Then I’ll do whatever I want. Kill them or save them.”
Unlike his smiling face, his voice was very cold.
Seliya knew that the end of the Brillion family would not be so good.
How fortunate it was to have someone who would shed blood on her behalf.
A reliable companion who she had met when she was on the edge of a dead end.
Seliya smiled silently as she watched Dietrich, who healed her wounded body and would eventually destroy Abelon.
As the morning sun rose, people began to appear one by one in the once-deserted streets.
The faces of the people who found the armed Dietrich turned pale.
The new Emperor from the Duke of Gregrick, who would bring prosperity to Abelon, was imprisoned.
The one who imprisoned the new Emperor, Illeon, was Dietrich.
Not only that, Dietrich had his knights imprison people who even mentioned the word 'witch'. The Great Temple, the center of faith, was burned down, and rumors spread among the people that the commander of the imperial knights was possessed by the witch, Seliya Brillion, and was leading the destruction of Abelon.
However, no one could dare to speak carelessly in front of Dietrich.
With his solid physique that could not be hidden even by armor, his tall stature, and his red eyes beneath his hair as black as a crow's feathers.
Everyone, regardless of their gender, was quick to avoid eye contact with Dietrich, who radiated an intimidating presence.
It was then that a boy walking with a noblewoman ran toward Dietrich.
The noblewoman's face turned pale.
Dietrich looked down indifferently at the small head that suddenly blocked his path.
“People say. You’re possessed by a witch?”
Dietrich narrowed his eyebrows at the boy’s words.
It was the words of a child who looked to be no more than seven years old.
An age when he wouldn’t even be able to tell if his words were malicious.
“Are you really going to destroy Abelon? You’re the commander of the imperial knights. You shouldn’t be doing that.”
Dietrich tilted his head. The lady, who came to her senses belatedly, hugged the boy tightly and repeatedly bowed her head toward Dietrich.
“I’m, I’m sorry. Your Excellency the Duke of Calypso... The child doesn’t know what he’s talking about, so please forgive him..."
“Hey.”
Dietrich cut off the lady’s words and called the boy.
He bent down to meet the boy’s eyes.
Then the boy looked up at Dietrich while still in the lady’s arms.
Dietrich asked the boy with innocent eyes,
“Who are the ‘people’ who said those words to you?”
***
As a result, the boy did not tell who the people who had said those words were.
Dietrich did not scold the child.
The child was not guilty.
The child was simply relaying to Dietrich, the person involved, the words that the adults said every day.
It was true that he intended to destroy Abelon. If he destroyed this Abelon, that child would live his whole life resenting himself.
It was an endless vicious cycle.
Being destroyed, destroying, being killed, and taking revenge.
But now he had no intention of retracting the destruction.
Whenever he praised Seliya, he would always say something ridiculous, calling her an evil witch.
Dietrich knew that people needed a scapegoat.
A beautiful scapegoat who would appease their anxiety and discontent.
After Seliya was burned at the stake, they would try to burn someone else at the stake.
Of course, he would not let that happen.
Dietrich wanted that damn Abelon to be destroyed as soon as possible.
Seeing all the witch hunts and all, it was obvious that this Abelon would destroy itself.
'We just have to deal with Illeon and the rest of them, and the humans of the Brillion family who harassed Seliya.'
Dietrich and Seliya wandered around the capital city streets until the evening sunset.
It was not that they had not found anything after wandering around for half a day.
"Ugh!"
Viscount Brillion, whose body was tightly bound with ropes, was forced to kneel in front of Dietrich.
The Viscount's eyes shone blue under his brown hair.
"Your Excellency, Duke Calypso, no matter how much you desire my daughter, you cannot treat me like this."
The captured Viscount acted proudly as if he was innocent.
Dietrich lifted the Viscount’s chin with his scabbard.
His face was disgusting and oozing with desire.
“I don’t think you’ve ever considered her your daughter.”
The Viscount. glared at Dietrich’s words.
“I’m the one who turned a woman of unknown origin who used to rummage through trash cans into a noblewoman. I fed her, clothed her, and even gave her a place to sleep.”
Seliya, who was standing next to Dietrich, looked down at the Viscount as if he were a bug. It was fortunate that he couldn’t see her face because she was wearing a helmet.
“Your Excellency, I have just one question.”
The Viscount asked with a smirk without waiting for Dietrich to answer.
“You didn’t sleep with Seliya, did you?”
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