Chapter 329 Episode 327: Schwartz

When you reach the gates of the city of Deuce.

There was a huge lightning strike inside.

It's daytime now. And it's blue sky.

It is not a natural phenomenon.

It's magic.

"And it's pretty powerful."

While it will undoubtedly be modern magic, users have a considerable level.

Tra n s l at ed by ｊpｍtl.ｃ o m There are high level magicians in there.

What's the situation?

There's no gatekeeper, and he's too defenseless.

We're going straight into the city of Deuce.

I can see my heart rattling with a bad feeling.

My bad feeling often hits me.

That's why I moved the horse forward.

T ra n s l ated b y Jpm tl .ｃ oｍ And the city square of Deuce. What I saw when I got there was a conflict.

Both factions had knights. But one is with the bandit-like, and the other with the sobbing inhabitants covered in their backs.

Which is on the side of the people? It was obvious.

There are several apparently burned houses around, with vandalized traces.

The numbers are overwhelmingly higher for the bandits.

But that didn't matter to me.

The center of the square.

It was burning there. I guess as much lightning struck there just now.

In front of it.

There was a black coffin placed there.

It was a grand funeral that was taking place to see the style.

Something like the bandits broke in along the way.

"Shillings! I didn't know you would betray a gracious lord!

"The lord is dead! I don't have an in-laws anymore! I'll let His Royal Highness Gordon follow me! He said he'd give me a lot of money!

I don't understand the contents, even though the words come into my ears.

T ra n sl a te d b y Ｊp ｍ t l.ｃoｍ Just slowly advancing the horse.

Looks like Lars is screaming something behind him, but I don't really understand that either.

He proceeded with his horse in a boisterous fashion, breaking between the two factions into a form of entry.

When I saw the stranger who came out of nowhere, a bandit man stood before me.

"Ahem!? What the hell!? This place is ours already!?

"... shut up. I'm gonna kill you?"

"HI, HI NO NO NO!!??

I stare at you with a sense of killing.

Then a bandit man hits his butt and lags behind.

After I saw it, I got off my horse and approached Flirty and Coffin.

What was the name written there?

"Marquis Adam von Zweik......!

It was the full name of the Marquis Zweik.

Why, why not.

Word turns my head looking for a reason. But yet I failed to understand the word death.

T r a nsl a te d b y ｊpｍt l.ｃ oｍ I calmly accept that you're dead, and I'm confused if you don't understand.

My emotions are all over me and I'm losing control.

Slowly reaching into the coffin, only the cold feeling returned.

The cold makes me understand death.

My benefactor is dead.

"What the fuck! Kill him now!

A young knight just called Shillings.

In circumstantial terms, he must have betrayed the Marquis of Zweik and pulled the bandits in during the funeral.

Fool caught in Gordon's scheming.

The undead who defiles the funeral of the Marquis of Zweik and ravages this city.

Oh, yeah.

I had one word to sort out my emotions.

That's what Shillings said.

If you order me to kill you, I'll refresh all your messy emotions.

If you order me to, I'll kill you. Some of my men.

T r an s l a ted b y jpmt l .ｃ o m I can afford to be subdued. You can kill them all.

Yet.

I can't get a simple word out of it. The more I try to say, the more my heart rejects me.

I know.

I wanted to show the Marquis how I grew up. I wanted to prove it wasn't a mistake to kneel down.

And yet you can't do what you've done in the past, and you can't expose yourself to ugliness.

Marquis Zweik was not dominated by emotions and appreciated me for looking ahead.

I didn't say a simple word then either. I didn't choose an easy path.

And yet now, we can't choose that path.

"I can see how amazing you are again..."

It's hard to control emotions.

Marquis Zweik continued to endure irrationally and silently.

I pushed him to death all the time. For the future to wait ahead.

Believe me, that's the best.

In front of someone like that, you can't dress badly.

Finish organizing your emotions in yourself. Ordered me to kill you. What's it gonna be? I'm just gonna freshen up.

There are more things to be commanded than that.

My purpose is covert action.

And northern aristocracy persuasion.

Then there is one thing to do.

"This land is ruled by the greatest aristocrats in the north. Confusion doesn't suit you. And the thieves - they don't have to. Protect the people! Don't make anyone hurt you any more!!

I'll take care of it.

That said Lars leaps out in front of the bandits and instantly controls a few.

And.

"Are you sure you want to be helpless?

"Oh. Minimize killing. Capture the mastermind."

"Ha!"

Nerbe Ritter in his black cape pulls out his sword and hunts down the bandits.

The knights who were with them are so captured.

That should be Nerbe Ritter, or I haven't missed a single one.

If they had all ordered us to kill, there would have been more confusion. The damage should have increased and some bandits would have fled.

I'm glad that's it. On the other hand, I think so, there's a void in my mind.

The crackdown is almost over now.

I move my gaze into the coffin and touch it again.

"I knew it was cold..."

How can this not work?

Mother's illness doesn't heal, and the great benefactor is gone by the time she rushes.

For the sake of the country, even though we are pushing Leo to the emperor for the sake of the people, the country and the people suffer from a dispute over that emperor.

Why can't I do anything right?

"I wanted your advice..."

Slowly I hold my fist with my hand that was touching the coffin.

There was a feeling of water passing through my cheeks.

"Are you crying...?

Turning his gaze, there was a beautiful blonde girl there supported by a samurai.

He ties his long hair left and right and wears long, simple white clothes. She felt sick or pale, and she felt hard standing.

Exactly the girl with the impression of being sick.

The girl's eyes were green in her left eye and reddish brown in her right.

iridescent different colors. Is it because of that, I feel quite a bit of magic from the girl.

There were tears in his eyes.

"You're crying too..."

"I'm gonna cry. Well... because I'm the granddaughter of someone who sleeps in the coffin you're touching..."

"... well. How did the Marquis die?

"I just slept the whole time. I got sick the other day... because of the war. My hard work reduced my grandfather's life expectancy."

"... too bad"

With all kinds of emotions in the words, I slowly knelt in front of the girl.

"My name is Schwartz. He leads a mercenary regiment. Once upon a time, the Marquis helped me. I came to wonder if I could help the great Marquis."

"Black (Schwartz) or... pseudonym?

"I inherited it from my father"

"Yes... my name is Charlotte. Thank you, Mr. Schwartz. I can do the funeral slowly. You too...... will you join us?

"Of course."

"Thanks......"

Sadly Charlotte shrugged, distressed by the bitterness.

That appearance somehow overlapped with my mother, and I turned my gaze away.