The Knight Commander’s
Sword In the middle of the forest clearing.
A blond middle-aged man was sitting on a tree stump as a chair.
“It’s taking too long.”
When he opened his mouth and sighed, the air trembled with fear.
A knight of nine stars.
A sword master who holds one of the three swords of the empire.
However, the knight commander threw away the comfortable life of the capital Kertion and declared himself the guardian of the frontier.
“Adjutant, I think this is a bit later than expected. “Is the search fruitless?”
The adjutant lowered his gaze and responded to the marquis’ cold voice.
“Yes, Captain. “Some traces of their escape have been found, but since they are good at disrupting the environment, it seems difficult to pursue them through search.”
The Marquis of Reuth clicked his tongue and the adjutant kept his mouth shut.
As the leader’s deputy, I knew that he was very uncomfortable right now.
The reason was obvious.
His eyes were flashing eerily as he solemnly muttered the prince’s name.
The Marquis of Royt greatly disliked the 3rd Prince Guilroshan.
The reason was simple.
‘My beloved youngest son Carls.’
Because the 3rd prince’s bodyguard was his son.
Carls Silion was Elon Reut’s b*stard son from a maid.
He was also an unfortunate child who had no choice but to become a slave under imperial law.
So, I washed my identity with great difficulty and entrusted him to the count’s family to raise him…
‘Why are you talking about Gilroshan?’
Not the crown prince, not the second prince, but the damn third prince!
As a father, it was heartbreaking.
The path taken by the guard follows exactly that of his lord.
The 3rd prince succeeds to the throne and Calth becomes the captain of the imperial guard?
I don’t even want to realize it.
‘I wish the 3rd prince could just act as a human.’
However, after Giloshan left the Boys’ Palace, he gave up all training and studying.
Drinking party inside the palace during the day.
Gambling outside the palace at night.
At dawn, he was such a mess that I couldn’t tell where or how he was sleeping.
So the Marquis had a dangerous idea.
‘It would be better for the prince to be eliminated like this and Carls to be taken over to the knights. Yes, that’s right.’
When I first received the report that there had been an assassination attempt on the 3rd Prince, I was very surprised.
I couldn’t help but worry that something might have gone wrong with my son.
But when I heard that Calth had survived and was pursuing the rebel assassins.
‘After all, he is my son.’
I was very proud.
And in my heart, I complained.
If the 3rd prince disappears like this, Carls will also be free.
‘Of course, the stigma of not being able to protect my master will follow, but if you think about the future, this is still better.’
After all, what could be worse than rotting next to the pig prince?
So the instructions from the knight commander were cruel.
“Adjutant, it doesn’t matter if the enemy is holding hostages. Kill them all. Do you understand?”
“I understand, Captain.”
As a result, the special forces will not consider the safety of the 3rd prince at all.
We will focus solely on killing intruders.
‘Even if some blood soaks the floor in the process.’
The moment when the Marquis smiled sharply.
A sharp whistle sounded from the other side, as if waiting.
It was a signal that the enemy had been discovered.
The Marquis of Reuth stood up and headed towards that place.
The emperor ordered that the rebels be brought alive if possible.
‘I don’t think so.’
Everyone will be killed.
You will see as much blood as possible.
But the next moment.
The Marquis had no choice but to forget his thoughts for a moment and stop.
“What? “Come in!”
“Stop this first! Block it with your hand!”
what? Don’t you fight?
An odd conversation was taking place beyond the bushes.
“I am Carls Silion, second class knight of the Imperial Knights! Get out of the way!”
“Get the knife away from me, you ugly things!”
“hey! Don’t you even recognize the prince’s face? Is the military discipline a mess? “Have you looked into it and is it like this?”
With loud shouts, unidentified monsters emerged one after another from the grass.
The Marquis of Reuth looked at them blankly.
From the looks of it, it looks like a person…
‘Are there beggars in the mountains too?’
No, their appearance was worse than that of the beggars in the market.
Not only were they scruffy, but they were covered in so much dust that it was hard to say they looked like people.
How did these get through the Templars?
Just as he was about to instruct them to clean it up quickly, the Marquis couldn’t believe his ears.
“This is Captain Royt!”
“hmm? “A marquis?”
“That’s right, I finally found it in the right place.”
This was because they were talking side by side and pretending to know nothing about themselves.
The Marquis of Reuth recognized the one shining face among them.
“Carls? “Is that you?”
Then Beggar 1 grinned, showing his white teeth.
“It’s been a while, Captain. “This is Carls, the eldest son of Count Silion.”
What does that mean?
“Tirvaen Sui from the Imperial Research Institute. “But I don’t know if the Marquis will remember me.”
Beggar 2 with the wrinkled face was the prince’s magic teacher.
The last Marquis of Reuth looked intently at the three beggars.
Just like the other two people, their faces were messy and dirty.
But somehow, a very cool energy flowed from his eyes.
The Marquis of Reuth hated this feeling very much.
The unique sword-like force of the Baltic royal family.
But was the 3rd prince like this?
‘It doesn’t matter anyway.’
The Marquis bowed deeply to the three beggars.
“Elon, matriarch of the Marquis of Reuth, meets the 3rd Prince.”
He was not the 3rd beggar, but the 3rd prince.
The royal b*stard.
A stain from a great lineage.
“I’m so glad that you seem to be okay. Ellahorten helped with this.”
However, since he could not tell the person to go out and die in front of him, the Marquis spoke appropriately.
But something was a little strange.
“The guardian dragon didn’t help, but let’s just say it’s fortunate that he survived.”
A strangely crooked voice.
It seems like the 3rd prince has changed somehow.
‘Is it because I was on the verge of death?’
Anyway, they succeeded in finding the 3rd prince a week after the incident.
It would have been nice to deal with the rebel assassins, but isn’t there another opportunity?
The Marquis of Reuth smiled softly.
“Now then, let’s go back to the imperial palace. “Our special forces will escort you.”
Because it was only natural for the prince to return to the imperial palace and for the knights to guard it.
However, the 3rd prince scratched his cheek and said something strange.
“I’m sorry for seeming rude, but I’m not going. marquis.”
“I’m not going back to the imperial palace.”
Giloshan began to claim that with a face dripping with blood.
“Sir, what kind of absurd words are you talking about?…”
“Collect the knights surrounding the nearby area. “I am going to Aurax with the revolutionary army.”
The Marquis frowned.
‘What kind of crazy talk are you talking about?’
Why does the prince of the empire go to the city of the revolutionary army?
It was embarrassing nonsense from start to finish.
But that wasn’t the end.
“If the Marquis blocks me.”
…What if you block it?
What are you going to do?
The 3rd prince drew his sword with an unbecoming solemn expression.
“I will go even if it means cutting down the Marquis. “This is the prince’s order and a warning.”
It’s crazy, it’s crazy.
‘He must be out of his mind.’
Smiling, the Marquis of Royt could only be sure of that.
* * *
‘There won’t be any idiots.’
He’s a sword master, so saying that he’s warning me that I’m going to cut him while pulling out my sword is not only funny, but cute.
I know everything too.
But I didn’t back down.
From the moment I realized that Elon Royt was blocking the way, my head started rolling.
And I kept thinking.
This is a game world, and there is a route through which even stages that seem completely impossible can be overcome.
< The God-forsaken World > was that kind of game.
I decided to take full advantage of having a system in place.
I asked for the understanding of the Vengeful Priests and put my own preparations into action.
In the process, Kals and Tirvaen were reduced to nothing.
Of course I did too.
But it’s something that can’t be helped, right?
‘This is not enough for level 0 to surpass master.’
But the Marquis had no idea about the process.
“The joke is too much.”
So he laughed bitterly at me.
“I may be presumptuous, but I am a sword master. You may not be able to tell because you don’t know much about swords, but there are only three swordsmen in this empire who have achieved 9 stars. And I am one of them.”
Three superhumans who achieved the 9th grade.
‘Duke Shedrick Fenn, Spear of the Empire.’
‘Imperial Shield Fox Marquis de Buares.’
‘Marquis Elon Royte, leader of the Empire.’
In terms of swordsmanship, Marquis Elon Royte is said to be the most outstanding among them.
When magic is involved, there is a feeling of being pushed out by the other two, but if you are given only one sword…
‘Literally the strongest swordsman in the empire.’
So he had a very interesting look in his eyes.
“How on earth do you mean to ‘cut down’ me? “I’m very curious about that.”
At the same time, he slowly began to gain momentum.
I gritted my teeth as I felt it with my whole body.
“Cutting is cutting. Is there another way?”
“Of course, that’s true, but… honestly, I’m confident that I can beat you down with just a stick.”
“Yes, I admit it honestly. “Perhaps the Marquis would be able to knock me out if he rushed at me with a poker under his arm instead of a whip.”
“Hehe, those are truly terrible words, but you know very well. But why?”
I smiled coldly at the relaxed Marquis.
I know your secret.
“Is that really still the case, Marquis of Reut?”
“I mean, is that shoulder in a state where it can easily knock me out today?”
The face that had been teasing me and laughing the whole time hardens.
And the cold energy spreads.
It was speculation.
Momentum for a fight.
The Marquis of Royt, who had slightly adjusted his posture, looked like a completely different person.
“I don’t know what or how much you know, but my name is Elon Royt. “That never changes.”
The confidence of a superhuman who has reached the end of kendo as a human being.
‘No matter what, you won’t pull out your sword?’
But I had one last move.
“Marquis, let’s be honest.”
The Marquis’s expression became strange as his words suddenly became shorter and he started making strange noises.
But I kept talking.
“I already know what you want to achieve by killing me.”
“What nonsense are you talking about again…?”
“It’s not good to worry too much about your petty sword master son. “If I decide to send it, I have to send it, right?”
I fell with Carls on the line.
“…How dare this guy!”
In the end, the Marquis of Reuth became enraged and pulled out a huge sword.
The ‘Roaring Sword’ in his left hand was emitting a roaring force like a wild beast.
But I actually became calmer.
“Yes, honestly, I feel sorry too. Wouldn’t you want to do well if you were me? But a father must also know how to respect his son’s choices. “Isn’t that right?”
It gives me chills, as if a knife has been thrust into my face, and my voice becomes more bitter.
It was a strange feeling.
The Sword Master’s expression, stained with anger and embarrassment, was truly a sight to behold.
“If it was just nonsense to provoke me, it was a huge success. Lowering.”
Elon Reut was trying hard not to look at Carls.
I grinned at him, took off my gloves, and threw them away.
The meaning was clear.
“Since you have been humiliated and have drawn your sword, we should have a duel, right?”
Then the Marquis of Royt laughed.
A 9-star knight can’t believe he’s in a duel with the 3rd prince.
The expression on his face was that he could not believe this situation.
However, the duel was set, and Elon Royt held out his sword carefully, as a swordsman who had trained with the sword his entire life.
“Elon, head of the Reut family, challenges Gilroshan, the third son of the Balt family, to a duel! “Enter the noble duel according to the strict imperial laws!”
“Gilroshan of House Balt will challenge you to a duel. “Then what are the rules of the duel?”
It was the dueling procedures specified in imperial law that established the rules of the duel.
Of course, it was also the system implemented in < New Verse >.
“Everyone, do as you wish.”
It was a voice that did not anticipate defeat at all.
As the three swords of the empire.
As a nine-star knight.
As a sword master.
‘You probably think there’s no way you can lose to someone like me.’
“Okay then, let’s do this.”
I set some conditions and rules…
[A surprise event ‘Noble Duel’ occurs!]
[Defeat your opponent ‘Elon Royte’ and achieve victory!] A
system message appeared.
‘Defeat the Sword Master and achieve victory.’
It was an impossible goal no matter who saw it.
But I was confident that I would succeed in this impossible mission.
Because I am not just a defector from the Magic Empire.
Because I was a defector with the soul of a great gamer.
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