Lucas was thinking about what to do with Bruce.
A subordinate came with a dispatch message.
"The Marquis of Langston has asked for a meeting."
"Chancellor?”
"It's urgent."
After thinking about it for a while, Lucas made up his mind.
"Let's go to Chancellor Langston."
He thought that would be the first thing to do.
***
"It looks like Millea Spencer went to the harbor with her son Eric Spencer."
When Lucas arrived at the Marquis of Langston, the Chancellor of Langston didn't even offer Lucas a seat.
He couldn't sit down and was pacing nervously in the study.
"Recently, a prophet came to the King's palace and asked for an audience with the King."
"This is the first time I've heard of you."
"I think so. The King had told me about it. But many have seen the Prophet."
Lucas knew what Langston was trying to say.
"The prophet has made an ominous prediction about the King."
"I think that's what Millea Spencer did when she ran away."
Julian would not be able to keep the prophecy a secret for long.
Nevertheless, if he kept it a secret, and in the meantime, Milea, whom the King considers as a mother, had left for the harbor, it would have been to buy time.
Langston looked at Lucas with a sly, lustful look in his eyes.
He lowered his voice to the fullest.
"I'm sure the King will have a problem."
"..."
Lucas didn't say anything for a moment.
'Did the prophet prophesy the King's upheaval?'
Millea Spencer ran away.
But why did Bridget go to the farmhouse where the Duke of Linchester was at this time?
A smile spread across Lucas' lips.
"I don't know, but Bridget Florence must have acted alone."
Perhaps his father had something that Bridget desperately needed.
But everything was burned, and Bridget wouldn't have gotten anything.
Lucas speculated that what Bridget was looking for was related to the Shadow Curse.
"It's a confusing situation over there, too."
That's why Bridget couldn't stand still and ran to the farmhouse herself.
"It looks like the Shadow Curse is coming to an end."
"Was the prophecy of immortality false?"
"In the first place, the prophets never said that the King is immortal. Everyone was just guessing at the signs of heaven."
"..."
"Where is the King now?"
"I don't know. I think he took the knights out for a while."
Lucas clicked his tongue inwardly.
'Pathetic old man. I missed that.'
He knew where Julian was going just by telling him that he had gone out with his knight.
"He probably went to my father's farmhouse."
"To the farmhouse?"
"You are late with the news. The farmhouse caught fire, and my father had an accident. The security forces are there. I heard that Bridget Florence was there when the fire broke out."
"What are you talking about?"
Lucas cleverly edited the truth.
"I don't know the details yet, but my brother Bruce gnashed his teeth to get revenge on Bridget Florence."
Langston understood Lucas to mean that Bridget had set fire to the farmhouse and murdered the Duke of Linchester.
Lucas had said it that way.
Langston thought to himself as he watched Lucas calmly talk about it.
"When I hear that my father has been subjected to such a thing, I don't even blink an eye. I don't think it's Linchester's blood."
The two did not hold hands because they trusted and liked each other.
They put their heads together to hide their dark intentions for their own benefit.
After some calculations, Lucas revealed a secret to the treasurer of Langston.
"Bruce has a group of my father's elite warriors."
He was referring to a group of assassins.
"I think Bruce and the King are going to clash tonight."
He intended to stop Bruce, but Lucas changed his mind after hearing about the prophecy.
It wouldn't hurt to leave Bruce alone.
Langston, who understood Lucas' intentions, whispered.
"But don't you have black knights?"
"My father has long studied the weaknesses of the Shadow Curse."
"...!"
"Bruce seems to know something."
Langston's eyebrows twitched.
"Does the Shadow Curse have a weakness?"
The misfortune that will happen to the King.
Was that what happened today?
Langston swallowed dryly.
'If something happens to the King, I am the one who acts on behalf of the King.'
Lucas, seeing his eyes busy with calculations in his head, made a suggestion.
"I don't care... I think you should prepare for any eventuality."
They could have gone to Julian right away and warned him of Bruce's attack.
However, neither Langston nor Lucas had any intention of doing so.
***
Bruce found Margaret, the shaman.
She had jumped out in the middle of the lecture, so Margaret was still gathered with the Resurrection believers.
"A witch murdered my father, Duke of Linchester."
He insisted strongly.
"Let's unleash the warriors! Tonight, we must destroy the witch!"
The believers, who had been distraught by the drugs and brainwashing with the power of magic, were once again infested.
"Waaaaa!"
"Kill her!"
"Send the warriors!"
The drums beat, and people burst into tears in response to Bruce.
The crowd mentality paralyzed their remaining reason.
Excited like a hero, Bruce whispered to Margaret.
"Margaret, the time has come to use that spell."
"What if it's a spell..."
Margaret looked at Bruce as if he meant it.
"If you use that forbidden spell, something irreversible will happen."
Bruce grabbed Margaret's shoulders and stared into her face.
"My father is dead. I have to get revenge. Don't spare any strength. Do you believe me?"
"Mr. Bruce."
"Lucas is a coward. I will slay the demonic host, Julian Blake, and the witch Bridget Florenc, and rebuild our family."
Bruce's eyes glistened with madness.
"I know Julian Blake's weakness."
***
Julian was sure that Bridget had gone to the Duke of Linchester's farmhouse.
But when he arrived, Bridget was nowhere to be found.
"She said she was going back to the palace and left first."
The chief of police said so.
Julian was puzzled.
'Did the paths cross?'
At that time, the security forces were still busy pumping water to put out the fire.
Julian glanced at the collapsed and burning farmhouse.
'...'
The fire, which started around yesterday evening, was still burning after midnight and early in the morning.
Bridget was standing here.
Watching in vain as he and her last hope turned into a handful of ashes.
She must have watched with a terrible heart.
In the same mood as he feels now.
Julian glared at the scene for a moment with a look full of mixed emotions, then closed his eyes and turned away.
After ordering the chief of security to investigate the fire and find the remains of the Duke and recover them well, he got back on his horse.
'Bridget.'
Julian was worried about her.
'Where the hell is this?'
Julian divided the knights to find Bridget, and he went back to the fastest route to find Bridget.
He entered the forest near the capital.
This was the place where Bridget had been attacked by assassins not long ago.
Before he knew it, the sky was dawning.
Still, the surroundings were still in the dark.
'...?'
Julian suddenly yanked the reins and shouted.
"It's an attack!"
At that moment.
"Attack!"
With a cry that covered the silent forest, sharp pieces of metal were revealed in the moonlight between the trees.
In an instant, a multitude of arrows flew at Julian and the knights.
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