And at the same time, the soldiers hiding in the forest appeared.
They were the Emperor's knights, led by Faster.
“How on earth...”
It wasn't just Carsis who was confused.
Ernest, who had absolutely no idea that someone was following him, looked at the face with wavering eyes.
“It is Ernest, of all people, who has betrayed us.”
Fasher, who was staring at Ernest instead of Carsis, gritted his teeth and muttered.
A deep sense of betrayal was welling up in his eyes.
"Have you forgotten your comrades who died to protect His Majesty and Your Highness?"
Fasher couldn't hide his anger and vented his anger at Ernest.
He knew that Ernest could not act decisively against the traitors.
Although it was an attitude that he could not understand, he tried to understand Ernest by thinking back on his usual personality.
There was also sympathy for the man who was betrayed by the fiancée he truly loved.
But he was not an ordinary man, he was a Crown Prince.
A Crown Prince who will one day shoulder the nation, not just a knight.
How could such a man, driven by personal feelings, end up betraying everyone?
Fasher's head was burning with a sense of betrayal as much as he trusted him.
“I now understand why His Majesty entrusted this sword to me and not to Your Highness.”
At first, he thought it was a bit too much for the Emperor to not trust his own son, but that was a big mistake.
The Emperor knew his son was better than anyone else.
That his son was such a weak man.
Fasher's hand gripped the sword with strength.
“Your Highness, we will make you regret your choice to betray us.”
Fasher, who had fixed his sword, gave orders to the soldiers who followed him.
“Attack!”
At the same time, the hidden soldiers of Carsis also poured out.
Beneath the spire, which had become a battlefield in an instant, the battle that had not ended two days ago began again.
Carsis also quickly drew his sword and blocked the enemies who were attacking him.
But.
'The arm...'
He wondered if there was poison on the arrowhead.
The wound was healing too slowly.
Thanks to this, Carsis, who was holding a sword in his left hand, was barely able to block the enemies' attacks.
“Lord Carsis!”
The moment Carsis turned around at the sound of Jason's urgent voice calling him.
Sigh.
The clear sound of flesh being cut range in his ears.
Carsis knew what this sound was. Golden hair that reflects the moonlight and shines beautifully. “...Why you.” It was Ernest. He didn't understand the situation right now.
Because it was something he had heard countless times throughout his life.
He raised his head, creaking like an unoiled iron gate, and saw a man standing with his back to him.
The presence of Ernest standing before him, along with a familiar yet creepy sound.
There was a heavy silence as if time had stopped when Carsis reached out to Ernest.
Ernest, who had been standing upright like a rooted tree, fell forward, spitting up blood.
"...Your Highness?"
When Ernst collapsed, it was Fasher who appeared.
To be exact, it was the Crown Prince's knight, Fasher, who was holding a sword that was clearly stained with Ernest's blood.
He too sighed at the fact that the person he had cut down was not a traitor, but Ernest.
Although Fasher felt betrayed by the Crown Prince, he had no intention of killing him. He simply attempted to kill Carsis as the Emperor had ordered.
He absolutely had no intention of hurting the Crown Prince. He certainly did...
“...Why.”
He wonders if the person lying on the floor is Ernest and not Carsis.
His hand holding the sword began to tremble.
The sensation of the flesh being cut apart was still vivid as if it were imprinted on his hand.
And everyone who was watching this froze as if they had made a promise.
The soldiers on Carsis' side froze at the thought that the Crown Prince had been struck by a sword while saving Carsis, while the Emperor's soldiers froze at the thought that the Crown Prince's knight had swung his sword at the Crown Prince.
How long did he stand there like a stone statue?
Fasher, who had barely managed to come to his senses, gripped the handle of his sword tightly once more.
Carsis must be killed.
'Only then can I survive.'
Even if he had intended to betray, he deserved to die for harming the Crown Prince without the Emperor's order.
If he were to claim that he died during the battle, it would be obvious that it was his own mistake because of the poison remaining in the Crown Prince's body.
So, he had no choice but to atone for his sins by taking the traitor's head.
Fasher, who had made up his mind, gripped the handle of his sword tightly.
No, he was trying to squeeze it.
Until Carsis, who had come within a stone's throw of his sword, swung it.
The air is split by the sharp blade.
It was a movement so fast and flawless that no defense could be made.
Thud.
They were the Emperor's knights, led by Faster.
“How on earth...”
It wasn't just Carsis who was confused.
Ernest, who had absolutely no idea that someone was following him, looked at the face with wavering eyes.
“It is Ernest, of all people, who has betrayed us.”
Fasher, who was staring at Ernest instead of Carsis, gritted his teeth and muttered.
A deep sense of betrayal was welling up in his eyes.
"Have you forgotten your comrades who died to protect His Majesty and Your Highness?"
Fasher couldn't hide his anger and vented his anger at Ernest.
He knew that Ernest could not act decisively against the traitors.
Although it was an attitude that he could not understand, he tried to understand Ernest by thinking back on his usual personality.
There was also sympathy for the man who was betrayed by the fiancée he truly loved.
But he was not an ordinary man, he was a Crown Prince.
A Crown Prince who will one day shoulder the nation, not just a knight.
How could such a man, driven by personal feelings, end up betraying everyone?
Fasher's head was burning with a sense of betrayal as much as he trusted him.
“I now understand why His Majesty entrusted this sword to me and not to Your Highness.”
At first, he thought it was a bit too much for the Emperor to not trust his own son, but that was a big mistake.
The Emperor knew his son was better than anyone else.
That his son was such a weak man.
Fasher's hand gripped the sword with strength.
“Your Highness, we will make you regret your choice to betray us.”
Fasher, who had fixed his sword, gave orders to the soldiers who followed him.
“Attack!”
At the same time, the hidden soldiers of Carsis also poured out.
Beneath the spire, which had become a battlefield in an instant, the battle that had not ended two days ago began again.
Carsis also quickly drew his sword and blocked the enemies who were attacking him.
But.
'The arm...'
He wondered if there was poison on the arrowhead.
The wound was healing too slowly.
Thanks to this, Carsis, who was holding a sword in his left hand, was barely able to block the enemies' attacks.
“Lord Carsis!”
The moment Carsis turned around at the sound of Jason's urgent voice calling him.
Sigh.
The clear sound of flesh being cut range in his ears.
Carsis knew what this sound was. Golden hair that reflects the moonlight and shines beautifully. “...Why you.” It was Ernest. He didn't understand the situation right now.
Because it was something he had heard countless times throughout his life.
He raised his head, creaking like an unoiled iron gate, and saw a man standing with his back to him.
The presence of Ernest standing before him, along with a familiar yet creepy sound.
There was a heavy silence as if time had stopped when Carsis reached out to Ernest.
Ernest, who had been standing upright like a rooted tree, fell forward, spitting up blood.
"...Your Highness?"
When Ernst collapsed, it was Fasher who appeared.
To be exact, it was the Crown Prince's knight, Fasher, who was holding a sword that was clearly stained with Ernest's blood.
He too sighed at the fact that the person he had cut down was not a traitor, but Ernest.
Although Fasher felt betrayed by the Crown Prince, he had no intention of killing him. He simply attempted to kill Carsis as the Emperor had ordered.
He absolutely had no intention of hurting the Crown Prince. He certainly did...
“...Why.”
He wonders if the person lying on the floor is Ernest and not Carsis.
His hand holding the sword began to tremble.
The sensation of the flesh being cut apart was still vivid as if it were imprinted on his hand.
And everyone who was watching this froze as if they had made a promise.
The soldiers on Carsis' side froze at the thought that the Crown Prince had been struck by a sword while saving Carsis, while the Emperor's soldiers froze at the thought that the Crown Prince's knight had swung his sword at the Crown Prince.
How long did he stand there like a stone statue?
Fasher, who had barely managed to come to his senses, gripped the handle of his sword tightly once more.
Carsis must be killed.
'Only then can I survive.'
Even if he had intended to betray, he deserved to die for harming the Crown Prince without the Emperor's order.
If he were to claim that he died during the battle, it would be obvious that it was his own mistake because of the poison remaining in the Crown Prince's body.
So, he had no choice but to atone for his sins by taking the traitor's head.
Fasher, who had made up his mind, gripped the handle of his sword tightly.
No, he was trying to squeeze it.
Until Carsis, who had come within a stone's throw of his sword, swung it.
The air is split by the sharp blade.
It was a movement so fast and flawless that no defense could be made.
Thud.
With a thud, a familiar arm fell to the floor.
At the same time, his body began to tremble from the heat that felt like an earthquake from the approaching fire.
An unintelligible muttering came out of Pasher's mouth as he stared blankly at his right arm lying on the dirt floor.
But that was only for a moment.
“Kwaaaaak!”
Soon, the ear-piercing scream of Fasher broke the heavy silence.
"...A, arm! My, arm...!"
The arm of the Fasher, lying on the floor, was tightly holding the Emperor's sword, and beside it, Fasher was struggling while holding onto his empty right shoulder.
The soldiers he led began to panic at the sight of the horrifying scream of the Fasher.
“Everyone, attack!”
At Jason's command, who did not miss this gap, the soldiers on the Carsis side began to attack the enemies all at once.
The soldiers, who had lost their commander, Fasher, following the Crown Prince, were helpless against the oncoming attacks of the enemy.
It was at this time that Jason was leading his soldiers and gaining the upper hand in what seemed like a fierce battle.
Carsis walked straight to Ernest without even wiping the blood off his face from his sword.
Then he supported him as he continued to bleed.
Looking down at the blurry, red eyes that were about to close, Karsis said.
“Wake up.”
He lowered his gaze and examined Ernest's wounds.
'The wound is too bad.'
Also, there was too much blood.
Carsis tore off the clothes Ernest was wearing in an attempt to stop the blood seeping out through the cracks in his flesh.
But it wasn't easy to stop the bleeding from the long wound on his chest right away.
'If we leave it like this, Ernest...'
He will definitely die.
Carsis bit his lip in an unknown emotion and bit his finger.
Then he fed Ernest the blood that flowed between his fingers and sprinkled it on his wounds.
However.
“Why is there blood...”
He wonders if it won't stop.
Normally, it would have been natural for the bleeding to stop, but for some reason, Ernest's wound showed no signs of healing, let alone stopping the bleeding.
Carsis, confused by the situation he was experiencing for the first time, was racking his brain to find the cause.
A sword caught his eye.
A sword held in the hand of Fasher was thrown to the floor.
" Be careful with the sword that the knight has. It was given to you by the Emperor, but I have a bad feeling about it."
Ernest's warning from two days ago flashed through his mind.
The knight he had just cut down was definitely the one Ernest had told him about earlier.
'Then that sword...'
It was the Emperor's sword that Ernest had spoken of.
And that sword will surely contain a deadly secret that could take his life.
"Shit."
Carsis bit her lip as if passed that fact.
He didn't know what secrets the sword held, but it was clear that his own blood could not save Ernest.
All he can do right now is stop the bleeding a little.
'I have to take him to the castle.'
He had to go and show it to the doctor quickly.
It was at that moment that Carsis, who had thought so, was about to stand up while holding Ernest.
“Ca, Carsis...”
Ernest exhaled and called out to Carsis.
With every word he uttered, red blood poured out continuously from the deep wound in his chest.
But Ernest, as if he didn't know how hurt he was, handed over what he was holding with trembling hands to Carsis.
“This, this…”
What he was holding in his hand was a pendant with a broken string.
A pendant stained with Ernest's blood.
The ruby embedded in the middle looks especially red, perhaps because of the blood.
“Sorry...Ri, ventia...”
Was it because the sword swept through?
The red ruby embedded in the center of the pendant was deeply carved.
It was so dangerous that it seemed like it would shatter into pieces if he touched it even slightly.
“I wish I had told you a little sooner...”
This kind of thing would never have happened.
He swallowed his regretful words.
Carsis took the Riventia handed to him by Ernest and held it tightly.
And then he looked at Ernest with an indescribable gaze.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure to tell Bellona. Just hold on a little longer. I'll be with the doctor soon..."
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