I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With

43 – Nogisa and the Ashes – (Complete)

“Puheu. Overtime.”

Asaren, an elf librarian with light green hair who sat at the reception desk, muttered dissatisfaction.

There was not a single light source in the room except for the soft magical lamps that illuminated the area around the desk. Right next to it, bookshelves wrapped in pitch-black darkness touched the light and swayed like giants in hell, inducing fear in the viewer.

Seeing that gloomy appearance, Asaren got goosebumps.

They shout loudly on purpose to dispel fear.

“If there are no customers anyway, we can just close it down!”

The imperial palace boasts a huge scale. The imperial palace occupied more than 10% of the total area of the capital, so he said that.

Befitting its colossal size, the imperial palace was equipped with all sorts of facilities. There were countless buildings, starting with the inner palace where the emperor stayed, the outer palace where events were held, one building for each department, the barracks for the guards, and quarters for attendants.

And among them, there was one building that boasted great majesty, and it was the Imperial Library.

For nearly a thousand years, countless scholars and magicians have traveled all over the world and collected books, thanks to which the imperial library was able to become the best library on the continent.

An overwhelming scale with millions of items in the collection alone. In order to read the books here, all kinds of magic towers, and even travelers from across the sea, came to visit.

Of course, by now, it was closed because of the unprecedented situation of an attack by the church, which made it difficult to manage.

If it was the way it was, there would be no way the lights would be off like this.

The guards who need to go around between the bookshelves and find intruders with lights on are now all attached to the inner room where the new empress lives.

It must have seemed like a waste of magic stones, so now even the fire has been turned off.

If that’s the case, you can just close it down, why the hell do you need a librarian?

Asaren seriously thought about it, but the answer still didn’t come out.

“Well, I’ve been doing it for too long now to be assigned to another department.”

Asaren had been managing the collection of books as the librarian of the Imperial Library here for nearly a hundred years.

That’s why even from the point of view of the imperial family, he is a very ambiguous talent to be left out somewhere.

Looking at the trend, it seems that the library will reopen sooner or later.

“I don’t know. I’m glad they paid straight away.”

look at the clock It was a little after midnight.

Asaren yawned and took out the book he had been storing in a drawer to kill time.

Elves are basically obsessed with books. Due to the characteristics of a species that lives for over 200 years at most, it is natural to become obsessed with things that can pass the time. A prime example is a book. Of course, those who are obsessed with other things, such as s*x, are deliberately taken as slaves.

In the case of Asaren, it was both.

Isn’t reading a sensual novel solved both knowledge and s*xual desire?

My sister is good, my brother-in-law is good.

Asaren looked around.

It was late at night, and now there was no one in the library.

“hehehehe.”

Asaren smiled and slipped a hand between his groin. Since no one was watching, it was to get a greater thrill and stimulation.

And that was the moment when a man opened a bookshelf with illustrations in lewd positions.

Kwakwang.

“Ugh.”

A roar rang out.

The source of the sound was a tightly closed door.

“What, what is it?”

At first I thought it was thunder, but it wasn’t.

I heard a series of thumps, and I pushed with such force that the hinges came off with a snap.

profit. Kugoong!

The entrance door went through without a hitch.

How much is that door!

While Asaren was shocked, a human man stepped on the door with a confused expression.

It was a skinny outfit, but the strong muscles underneath it. A sword worn at the waist. The moment he saw his gray hair for the last time, Asaren guessed his true identity.

He hurriedly removed his hand and murmured blankly.

“It’s the National Guard Freed.”

Why did Hoguk-gyeong, who seemed to have no books or kites in her life, come all the way here?

Asaren couldn’t even guess.

*

“Huh. Here you go.”

I sighed and pulled out a book from the bookshelf. It was so huge that it was difficult to hold even with Fried’s huge hands.

On the back of the book, in letters embroidered with gold thread, was written, ‘The Royal Guard’s Combat Record’.

No one looked after it properly, and the front cover was covered in dust. Well, it’s fortunate that it remains as a record.

When I wiped it off with my sleeve, I saw the cover with the imperial pattern in gold on a red background. Beneath it were two crossed daggers, the symbol of the Royal Guard.

At first, I tried to find them at the Royal Guard Headquarters, but I heard that they are all stored in the Imperial Library. So I came in the middle of the night and it was closed. I didn’t try to break it on purpose, but I knocked a few times peacefully and the door was broken.

Anyway, yes.

Well, it came in anyway, so that’s okay.

I opened the bookshelf. The dust rose and I coughed out of my mouth.

As I hurriedly flipped through the pages, I came across the part I was looking for.

The Tragedy of Iscobal.

The background setting for Freed, which was not revealed in the game.

According to Hilda, it was an unprecedented situation in which renegades from the church and the imperial family summoned an alien demon.

It might have something to do with the origin and covenant of the character I possessed, called Fried. I couldn’t help but look for future measures.

Read the letters slowly.

Not a single light was on, but I could read it with difficulty.

“Me, over there.”

“yes?”

Suddenly, someone spoke to me and I raised my head.

There, a female elf with green hair held out a small lantern with an awkward smile.

Perhaps because of the light, the elf’s face turned strangely red.

“It’s going to be dark, so please use this.”

“Ah, thank you.”

I took the lantern

And frowned. The handle part is strangely damp.

Looking at the elf again, she couldn’t control her twitching lips.

“Any other business?”

“It’s nothing! Something! It’s nice to see you studying hard!”

“……Ah, yes.”

“Oh, I’ll cheer you on!”

The elf clasped both hands tightly, waved them as if to cheer up, and left as if to run away with quick steps.

how to say All the elves in this world seem strange.

“Whoa.”

Focus again on the typeface.

A record of battles written in a dry style. It was simply stating facts and results.

The incident happened 20 years ago. At this time, the Guard was still led by Uriard. And it seemed that eight Guardian Knights, including him, faced off against the Order in the Iscobal Territory.

In the process, instead of the deaths of four Guardian Knights, it is recorded that two of the Church’s apostles and the alien demon they summoned were killed.

And the moment I saw the apostle’s name written below it, I frowned.

“Raham Iscobal.”

He had the surname of Iscobal.

I had only a foreboding of what this might mean.

I hurriedly flipped through a few more pages, but didn’t find what I was looking for.

This record describes only the results. The cause was not described in detail.

“Damn it.”

In the end, it was just the content that was not very different from what Hilda had told me.

He clicked his tongue and held his head.

Then, an elf snorted and immersed himself in a book with a black cover stood out.

I don’t know what kind of book they read that made them so excited, but elves are long-lived species. Chances are high that you know about this as well.

“there.”

“Muhhh? Heh? Yes, yes heh?”

The elf shuddered and closed the book, hiding his hands behind his back.

What are you so surprised about? Is it because of Fried’s notoriety?

I raised my hand to express that I have no bad intentions.

“I have something to ask you.”

“Ah, yep.”

“Do you know about Raham Iscobal?”

The elf’s eyes narrowed at the question.

“Are you curious about your father?”

“…”

just as expected.

Apostle Raham Iscobal seemed to be Fried’s father. And he seems to have sacrificed his son.

The elf started talking.

“I’m an insignificant librarian, so I haven’t had a chance to meet him often. He’s a high-ranking administrative officer, so I’ve been mostly in the castle.”

“Is that so.”

“However, in the weeks leading up to the incident, I had been in and out of the library noticeably. And I was reading banned books a lot.”

“Forbidden books?”

“Over there, these are the books in the controlled area. They are prepared for research by high-ranking people and magic university professors.”

I turned my sight

Just looking at it, I could see several bookshelves separated by solid wire mesh. Is that a controlled area?

“Can I have a look?”

“…Unfortunately, everything has been disposed of now. Since that incident, the imperial family has burned all books related to rituals.”

“……Hmm.”

consciousness

How wicked would it have been if it was a ceremony that even his son would dedicate?

Certainly, there was a way for Fried to be crooked. It’s sad that he was abandoned by his father, but everyone must have cursed him for being the son of a renegade. In this damn world, it must have been.

“Isn’t there such a thing as an Iscobal family tree?”

“If that’s the case, it’s probably in storage. It probably wasn’t rewritten because the price was leaning.”

The elf tried to say something, but covered his mouth, perhaps realizing that he had said something rude.

I shrugged.

Following the elf’s guidance, I took out Iscobal’s family tree. It must have been a family with a fairly long history, and the thickness is quite thick.

Slowly unfolding, I stopped at one point.

Raham Iscobal.

and his son, Fried Iscobal.

There were no surprises so far. Because the elf had already told the truth.

But one name written right next to Fried’s name.

Cleta Iscoval.

The moment I saw that name, I felt my heart beat fast.

It felt similar to the gold necklace that Arwen took out.

I hurriedly asked the elf.

“Do you know the 7 children who were sacrificed at the time?”

“Ah… that’s right.”

As if asking a new question, the elf hardened his expression.

“Seven people were sacrificed, including two sons and daughters of Raham Iscobal and five children of other influential people.”

As he said his last words, he looked into my eyes. Seeing as if I didn’t mind, the elf cleared his chest and continued.

“In the end, only one came back alive.”

“…”

Were these two siblings?

Freed was sacrificed along with Cleta by her father who became an apostle. And for some reason, he came back alive alone.

What is hidden in that fact?

“Kuk.”

My heart felt cold.

Judging from how her body reacted violently, it seemed clear that the background to Freed was related to the person named Cleta.

“I’m going crazy.”

A huge cog is moving somewhere I don’t know.

thoughts are complicated It was as if there was a dark fog in my head.