I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With

55 – Disciplined Apostle – (Complete)

“Ughhhhh!”

Atral was drained of power and writhing in pain. When the mysterious aura of the armor he wore disappeared, the armor returned to a dull-colored piece of iron.

Now, the amount of black smoke surrounding Atral is weaker than when he first appeared.

Seeing that, I cheered up.

I couldn’t even imagine that Lincia would slit her wrist and soak it in blood. The idea was terrifying. Who would think such a crazy idea?

Somehow, after the first act, it seems that his acting ability has risen vertically as if he has sprouted wings.

A translucent notification window popped up, as if my questioning had triggered it.

belt ring.

[ Notice – The stats of the person designated as the protector will be reflected in the Empress’s status. ]

“Is it because of this too?”

It seemed that not only the status was reflected, but even the personality was partly followed.

Here, perhaps, Fried’s original personality influenced Lyncia.

For some reason, a sense of guilt came over me, as if I had poured bad water on the pure empress. I can’t do anything because the situation is urgent.

“No! God’s favourite!”

Atral hurriedly waved his arms to catch the escaping smoke.

Of course it was to no avail. His arms were just slicing through the air.

Seeing that, I snorted.

“Yes. As our Apostle of Justice said, it seems that we have become fairer now.”

My physical condition is, in fact, the worst to stand still. His left hand is completely broken and cannot be used, and his side is deeply dug. It’s hard to even breathe as if my lungs have shrunk. Blood still came up from the end of his throat.

However, the odds were good enough.

In any case, it was an opportunity that Lincia devoted herself to. I had no intention of missing out.

“Let’s stick together without authority and mana.”

At my words, Atral gnashed his teeth to the point of breaking and drew his greatsword.

*

Whoo!

“Kill! Kill Irn too!”

Atral swung his sword like a maniac.

But the speed wasn’t what it used to be. Slow pace no matter who sees it.

The knight in front of me evaded Atral’s attack and threw the sword in his hand. Freed’s sword bounced off Atral’s thick armor, but the result was the exact opposite.

“Keuuugh!”

The armor gradually began to crack.

A tearing pain began to rise from the crack.

After becoming an apostle, he thought he had lost most of his human senses. But at this moment, Atral was feeling indescribable pain.

lineage of the creator. That pure lineage was rejecting Atral, the very existence of another dimension.

visor!

The swords clashed again. However, the sword attack without authority was blocked by the thin sword body and only bounced off.

Atral moaned in pain and swung his sword, and each time the knight in front of him was able to slash them away with ease.

The repetition of pointless fighting.

Even so, Atral felt that even the authority constituting the body was gradually being drained. In a dizzying sense of exhaustion, he swung his sword in anger.

When was the last time you felt life-threatening to this extent?

A feeling of fear crept in. After being chosen by a foreign press, I thought I had thrown away all those useless feelings.

“Ugh, ugh!”

Atral leaned in and aimed at the knight in front of him.

He’s not even wearing armor. There are many wounds. He seemed to have difficulty even moving.

The same goes for Atral, of course. It was the limit no matter what anyone did. If that was the case, he was going to end the battle with a speedy decision now that he could move even a little.

thump thump.

Atral sprinted with a battered body.

The article was the same. For some reason, the expression on his face as he prepared to face it while leading his tattered body was wet with ecstasy.

When I look at it, I suddenly understand.

“ah.”

Neither do I.

matchmaker. It was the same in the arena before life.

Paradoxically, thanks to the loss of the power, Atral’s memories from his life began to come back one by one.

The forgotten fighting spirit. The fear that comes from a crisis and the exhilarating joy.

Also, the same type was correct. Pleasure peeked out through the endless pain.

Atral laughed wide involuntarily and stepped forward to swing the greatsword.

and that moment.

Fu-wook!

My body didn’t move.

Why?

I soon realized why.

It was because the knight lowered his posture as if he were about to fall, and while holding the sword in reverse, accurately shot Atral’s foot.

The sword containing the power of God pierced even the veil. With her foot stuck to the floor, Atral could no longer move.

“Keew.”

I understood the situation. The guy read his actions and laid down his attack first.

Then the pain followed after a while.

“Your habit is too obvious.”

With blood dripping from his mouth, Fried laughed.

And the knight who quickly pulled out his sword and approached right in front of him.

He poured all his strength into the sword he held in his hand and drew mana into it.

The blade engraved with the blood of the creator god contains pure silver mana.

And the gray knight thrust his sword into the small gap in Atral’s helmet without hesitation.

A sharp sword that everyone admires.

Puff!

The sword that pierced through the gap and pierced Atral’s head with an explosive sound.

*

Atral’s body tilted with his head exploding.

And, missing the sword, he slowly fell backwards.

“Cool.”

I sat down and vomited blood.

My head hurt as if my head would break as I drew mana to the limit and blew it into the sword. So is the body. I don’t even have the strength to lift a finger.

It was the first time I possessed this world and abused my body to this extent.

The moment I tried to lie down with a pained sound.

“Awesome.”

Hearing Atral’s voice, he took a stand.

It was sprawled out, its half-busted head pointed at me.

“I was strong. Isgovan was stronger.”

“I don’t think anyone buys it. The silk thread stretches dirty once, really. Die a little gracefully.”

“I don’t die. I perish.”

I slowly got up from my seat. I somehow managed to energize my screaming body and pick up the sword that had fallen to the ground.

I went up in front of him and raised my sword upside down.

Atral also did not dare to hold on to the fading light of life.

before dropping the sword.

Atral smirked, dripping blue brains.

“It was a good fight.”

“Is that the sound until right before you die?”

“Do not die. Extinct.”

“Yeah. You’re great, indeed.”

I laughed out loud, thinking that it was more like a knight than a knight.

take a deep breath

“And my name is Iscobal. Not Isgoban.”

I closed my eyes and drew the sword.

Poo-wook.

After Atral turned into black dust and flew into the sky, the alien sight surrounding the Veil gradually began to crumble.

quite a beautiful look.

Seeing that, I felt relieved that it was over, and the thread in my head came undone.

I just fell backwards.

Right now, rather than sounding the news of victory, I just wanted to rest.

*

In my clouded consciousness, I dreamed.

More precisely, not the dream of ‘the modern me’, but the dream of ‘the guardian knight me’.

Floating between fragments of panoramic memories, I saw many things.

I saw the apathetic look of my father.

I saw my dying mother.

I saw alien rituals and dead children.

I also saw Arwen.

I saw the bloody battle between the knights and the apostles.

I saw young Uriad digging up ruins.

Lastly, I saw a girl with colored hair that looked like silver powder mixed with lye.

With impressive moonlight eyes, she looked four or five years old at most.

She smiled bashfully and walked over and called ‘brother’, and then I realized her true identity.

“Cleta Iscoval.”

At the same time, feeling a terrible longing and a headache, I came to my senses.

“Huh, cool.”

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a deep blue sky. Between the eyes, someone pricked their face.

In front of my eyes was a girl with white hair.

It was a mature look, but the appearance I saw in my dream was the same.

I muttered involuntarily.

“Cleta?”

The girl whose name was called blinked her green eyes and tilted her head.

for a moment. green eyes?

“Fried! Are you okay?”

Lynthia Ayrn was on top of my boat, weeping.

Only then did my mind come back. quickly assess the situation Before I knew it, I was back in the middle of the mausoleum. Guards, guards, and nobles rushing in rushed around me.

I see Lyncia again.

She was looking at me with a sad expression.

“ha ha ha.”

When I saw it, I involuntarily realized it.

In the game, the reason why Fried betrayed Lyncia at the end even though he was bound by an oath.

Lyncia’s appearance was surprisingly similar to Fred’s younger sister, Cleta.

What a coincidence.

I tried to get up, but he wouldn’t listen to me. Well, it was even more strange that I could move because I was so overworked.

Instead of getting up, I nodded to Lyncia, who was sitting on my stomach.

“Anyway, cool. It seems to be fine.”

“You don’t look okay at all. I called the priest, so you’ll be okay soon. Hold on a little longer.”

“How’s the situation?”

“It’s over. The undead have been wiped out, and the apostles have also died. We’re dealing with the situation right now. It’s all thanks to Freed.”

Blinking his eyes, he squeezed out the rest of his strength and asked.

“Is the empress okay?”

I put Lyncia’s figure in my eyes.

Bandages were tied to his wrists.

She nodded.

“It stopped bleeding properly.”

“Cool, I’m glad.”

“It’s the same for the others. Sir Euryd and Eina didn’t seem to have any problems with their lives.”

As I let out a sigh of relief, she stabbed me in the chest.

“So, Fried. Do you have anything to say to me?”

“Um…”

The strangely mischievous expression is slightly enraged.

“Isn’t that what I was able to do because I was good at it?”

“It’s really too much.”

Lyncia inflates her cheeks.

The wind blew the makeup marks on her cheeks. Looking at it, my eyes are swollen and I must have cried quite a lot.

“It’s all thanks to the Empress. If it wasn’t for Her Majesty, we wouldn’t have been able to win.”

As if she wanted to hear a thank you, when she said that, Lyncia picked up and vomited air.

“It’s very prostrate to bow down.”

“hahahaha.”

“What do you think of the example of the servant?”

“Always loyal.”

“You speak well.”

That’s what she said, but Lynchia herself seemed to be enjoying herself, so she shook her shoulders and giggled.

Looking at it, I saw a notification window that popped up in one corner of my field of vision.

[Notice – The Empress’s stress level has risen! ]

[Notice – The Empress’s stress level has risen! ]

＞ Current stress level [ 9(+2) / 10 ]

“…”

Fortunately, it did not exceed 10.

At last, one more negative trait was almost created.

“So, Fried.”

While doing so, Lynchia suddenly opened her mouth.

Looking forward to what he had to say, he continued with a look of hesitation.

“Do you remember a conversation we had a while ago?”

“what……?”

“About the purpose of being an empress.”

“ah.”

Come to think of it, I remember having a conversation like that.

At that time, I couldn’t give a proper answer. It was the same with Lyncia.

“Fred wants me to be his empress, right? So does the rest of us.”

“That’s right.”

“It’s decided.”

Lyncia nodded and continued.

“I will become the empress for Fried.”

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Declared so.

After pondering for a moment, he opened his eyes wide.

“Yes?”

“Fried wants me to become an empress, and he’s working hard for me even when he’s in a mess like this. Of course, not just Fried, but other knights and servants as well.”

“……Huh.”

Lynchia looked around.

Everyone was looking at her and me.

“So, I think I need to live up to that expectation. Just as everyone strives for me, I will become an empress for everyone.”

“…”

“That’s my answer.”

Well, if it’s the Lyncia I know, it should be like this.

subconsciously understood.

The Empress of Dawn opens a new horizon for the Empire after growing up through the crisis of life and death over and over again.

Because that’s Lyncia Eyren.

“So I’ll work hard for Fried and everyone.”

“……Yes.”

“Frid, please continue to be a mess for me.”

How strange is the tone?

I smiled and nodded my head.

“All right.”

“Can you swear?”

“I swear.”

Upon hearing my answer, Lyncia shook her head.

“No, Fried’s oath is meaningless.”

“Well?”

“Freed is a talkative horny man who is completely unrelenting.”

Why did you ask, then.

While complaining inwardly, Lyncia smiled slightly and raised one hand.

Then he touched my lips with his soft fingers.

“So, I will swear an oath.”

“……Yes?”

Before I could understand the situation, my eyes were filled with platinum.

Soft, flowing hair pierced her skin.

Before long, I felt the touch of moist lips.

A shiver ran down my spine.

“…”

silence.

Everyone in the mausoleum was embarrassed by the empress’s eccentricity and could not bear to speak.

Of course, the same was true of me, who suddenly lost my lips.

“This, this is the proof of my oath…”

Lyncia removed her face and said.

He was ashamed of himself and was red like a carrot.

Then everyone comes to their senses.

In an instant, the surroundings became noisy. It was very pitiful to see Coreld staring at me with his mouth wide open.

It seemed that it was a certain thing that a line was added to the list of travels of the foolish protector of the border.

“……You always think of this token. You always think of your oath. Oh, okay?”

“……Yes.”

“That’s why you have to work hard!”

Lincia panicked and got up on top of me.

I looked to the side and saw the priests running with stretchers.

Looking at that, I asked Lyncia sneakily.

“……Your Majesty, did you have your first kiss?”

“…”

Lynchia pursed her lips and looked at me with crescent-shaped eyes.

Now my face is as red as the sun.

“Ki-Ki… it’s not a su, it’s an oath. Don’t misunderstand.”

“……hahahaha.”

The priest hurriedly approached me and examined the condition of Lynchia and me before casting a healing spell.

I felt my vitality quickly return and admired the technological power of this world.

Just before being put on the stretcher for the last time, I asked Lyncia.

“Then the first key… no, how was the taste of the first oath?”

“…”

Lynchia kept looking at me with a tone telling me not to make fun of her, and smiled softly.

“It only tastes like blood.”

“ha ha ha.”

I was put on a stretcher and looked up at the sky.

The rain, which had been pouring down a while ago, had stopped before I knew it.

A cloudless spring sky comes into view.

It was sunny after the rain.