I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With

42 – The Old Knight and the Ashes – (5)

“hehehe. heheheung. Heuhheung.”

An alluring woman with dark hair. She hummed and stretched her legs out of the bathtub. Then, warm drops of water flowed down her smooth bare legs.

The woman who was intoxicated by her beautiful legs raised her hand and touched her stomach. There was a lumpy scar between the voluptuous and soft breastbones. You can feel the protruding dark blue veins.

The grinning woman’s expression hardened.

“Has it not healed yet? It’s very deep.”

It’s only natural that the sharp curve is almost rooted in, but I can’t help but feel bad about it.

The black haired woman, Apostle Arwen, touched the scar on her chest and said in a dissatisfied tone.

“Iscobal, this guy, no matter how much I think about it, it’s disgusting.”

After the raid on the Senate Council ended in failure, Arwen was concentrating on restoring his body here, at the headquarters of the Order.

This is because the sword that Fried had inserted completely destroyed the heart and other organs, so it was difficult to recover even with the help of foreign powers. So, I am spending my leisure time soaking in warm water all day long.

It wasn’t bad because it was a long break after becoming an apostle, but Arwen had a personality that made it easier to move his body somehow. Sitting still is disgusting.

“Ugh. I need to see Iscobal during the bureau!”

A head of state that will happen soon.

The Church intended to launch another raid.

Of course, Arwen failed once and suffered a fatal wound, so he had to wait in the back. Edwin was eaten without a word, so the other apostles went mad and almost imprisoned him.

That made me very angry. What was wrong with killing a dwarf?

Arwen stomped like a child.

Splash splash.

Bath water splashed everywhere.

“It’s annoying. Stop it.”

Then the knight in black armor who was sitting in the corner of the room growled.

The knight had pale skin, but his pupils were completely black, so he couldn’t see anything. The black armor on the body made a creaking sound whenever it moved, and black smoke seeped out from the seams.

Its appearance reminded me of Death Knight.

In reality, it was more terrifying than that.

However, Arwen did not hesitate at all and stuck out his mouth.

“What is it?”

“The apostle of stinginess. Of course.”

“Yes, yes. You must be.”

“And.”

Cutting his tongue, the knight walked towards Arwen.

Although she was showing her naked body, she didn’t think it was a big deal and bit her chin.

The knight approached the bathtub, sat down on the edge, crossed his arms, and spoke in a hoarse voice.

“You are an apostle. Reflect on your failures. Take responsibility. That is a leader.”

The knight, the stingy apostle Atral, spat black spit into the bathtub as soon as he finished his words.

Arwen put his hands together and gently removed the saliva floating on the surface of the water and sprayed it on Atral’s face.

Chew!

“Kuk.”

“Sell that small dick. Or, what, suck it? Since when were we so classy?”

Arwen was so upset that he rolled over on his back.

Seeing that attractive backside, Atral scratched his cheek in displeasure.

“I’m sure you guys are fighting with a great mindset, but I’m not?”

Each of the apostles was favored by foreign media and received strength. As such, they compete with each other to monopolize even a little more love from foreign media like Giabi.

The momentum was rather strong, to the point where there were even some apostles who were at odds with each other.

Arwen didn’t understand that at all.

If we have a common goal, why not just work together? Anyway, when the power of the outside world starts flowing in, everyone will enjoy enough power and authority without having to share it.

Atral snorted and said.

“Hmph. You don’t serve God. You’re only interested in that knight. You failed because of that last time. Stupid.”

Hearing that he was an idiot from an ignorant guy made me angry, but I endured it.

This wasn’t the first time he faced Atral.

“Why are you asking about something obvious? I think Iscobal is more important than cutting off Ayren’s Godblood.”

After answering deftly, Atral’s face twisted and he took out his fist and hit the wall.

It rumbled and the ground shook.

overwhelming strength. The stingy apostle Atral possessed the greatest strength among the apostles.

“He killed his subordinate.”

As he spoke in a voice full of murder, the room vibrated.

It’s starting again. Arwen gave an appropriate answer.

“So you should’ve delivered the intelligence properly. Don’t kill Fried Iscobal.”

“That’s what Arwen has to do.”

“hahahaha.”

Serpent’s Eye Slaine.

Even under Atral’s command, he was one of the most cherished church members. In fact, he was quick-witted, cold-hearted, and a competent person who handled his duties with certainty.

However, during the National Foundation Day, he was accidentally caught by Fried and his head exploded and he died. His sword was captured and dug into Arwen’s chest.

“This one also lost Rowan. Although he’s strange, he’s quite a smart kid.”

“I’m not interested. It’s not my business.”

Atral turned around. Every time that happened, a creaking cry could be heard from the armor.

“I understand other things. But if you harm a subordinate, I won’t let you go. I will kill you.”

“You’re an apostle of justice. Why don’t you change your name at this point? Or how about an apostle of speech impediment?”

“noisy.”

Atral was clearly angry.

In fact, it has been that way ever since the foundation day. It wasn’t like that at first. However, due to Atral’s naive and high-pride personality, it only got worse as time passed.

Arwen frowned.

“Is that why you’re so armed?”

Arwen alternately glanced at the skull-like helmet that Atral had dangling from his waist, and the gigantic greatsword hanging from his back.

“I’m going out myself.”

“You’re crazy, you.”

“Arwen did the same. He went in alone.”

That’s because there was a corner to escape from. You don’t have that means. A guy whose solid body is everything.

Arwen sighed.

That stupid and stingy apostle couldn’t use judo.

“Yeah. What’s your plan?”

“Use an underground waterway.”

“Did you think a lot? Who’s going?”

“Me and three priests. The rest will fall.”

“Only four?”

Well, if the apostle intervened, it would actually be enough alone.

Moreover, among the priests under Atral’s command, there were only people of the Slaine level. All of them had enough power to fight on a roughly equal footing with the Guardian Knights, so it was rather an over-investment.

Arwen honestly admired that he managed to go ahead with the plan despite the opposition of the other apostles.

“Unconditionally kill Ayren. By the way.”

Atral pauses for a moment.

His pale expression was tinged with considerable concern.

“I think the mouse king noticed. It’s strange.”

“Hmm. It’s amazing. I don’t think he left any clues to catch his tail.”

“Arwen. You seem to have a guess. What is it?”

“Well?”

Arwen laughed and immersed herself deeply in the bathtub.

It was a lie, of course.

Just looking at it, wouldn’t it be that Fried worked behind the scenes?

looking forward to the future Wouldn’t it be possible to see Atral and Fried confront each other?

“It’s okay. Rather, it went well. You can go directly to the mausoleum. Go and kill Eirn.”

“Yes. Your sh*t is thick.”

“Hmm? Well, my sh*t is thick. Have you seen it?”

“Sick.”

How did he give such strong power to an asshole who couldn’t understand a single word?

I want to see the look in the eyes of the foreign press who put this kind of guy as an apostle.

“But it won’t be as easy as you think?”

“because.”

“You have a uriad.”

Wise Uriard.

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Decades ago, the Church suffered a bitter failure by the Guardian Knights led by Yuriard. The foreign demon that was barely summoned was subdued, and two of the apostles died.

Since then, Yuriard has been treated as a public enemy by the Church, regardless of whether he is an apostle or not.

The reason he planned the National Foundation Day terror was because he was away from the imperial capital.

“It doesn’t matter. Guardian Knight, you’re weak. Uriad is old. I’ll kill them all.”

“Well, if it’s one-on-one, that would be the case.”

“It’s okay to have a lot. Kill them all. I’ll kill that knight too.”

“Are you talking about Iscobal?”

“Yes. This, this, this.”

“Haa… It’s Iscobal.”

“Yes. Kill Isgovan.”

Arwen wrinkled his forehead.

“It doesn’t matter if Arwen doesn’t like it. We’ll take revenge.”

“Well, if that’s what you mean, then I wouldn’t mind.”

Arwen flicked his wet hands.

Water droplets landed on Atral’s face. He said playfully, looking at his eyes.

“I don’t know if you die then?”

“I’m not dying.”

“That’s right. It may disappear?”

The apostle disappears. It is an unprecedented situation. The church will be overthrown, and the winds of chaos will blow.

Atral twisted both of his jaws to ask what nonsense he was talking about.

“Arwen is an asshole. I’m strong. I won’t lose.”

“Yes, yes. You are strong, but plans do not always go as planned.”

think of fred

It was a dog that bit its owner. still displeased The desire to tear Irn to death right now, who made Fried like that, was like a chimney. But at the same time, I was curious about what Fried was up to.

It seems certain that he had some sort of agreement with the mouse king, but how will he respond?

Perhaps it’s because he’s seen Fried since he was a child, so he’s intrigued by each and every one of his actions.

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Don’t you call this motherly love? Arwen thought so.

“Strange. Arwen thinks that knight is strong.”

“Iscobal is stronger than you think. He might kill you.”

“I will not die. I will perish.”

“……Sigh.”

Arwen sighed and waved his hand.

It’s a signal to turn off. It’s stupid Atral, but I was amazed at this one signal. He strode out of the room, leaving Arwen behind.

Seeing that confident back, Arwen smiled.

That might be the last one. Shouldn’t that be called the apostle of arrogance, not the apostle of stinginess?

“I wonder who will win.”

When the silence came again, Arwen dipped his mouth and let out bubbles.

Then he remembered the first time he met Fried.

was when you were six Remember him who was offered as a ceremonial sacrifice. But he didn’t cry, so all the apostles thought it was strange.

Those unfocused strange eyes were still vivid.

“Poor Iscobal.”

It’s like being abandoned by my parents.

If it were me, I would be able to take good care of it.

“The next apostle… must be Iscobar.”

Arwen was smirking in the bathtub with such ambition.