Chapter 463

My Villains Episode 463

66. The Silver Prince (18)

Around the time we left the village and crossed the old wooden bridge. From the field across the river, two riders approached us.

They were people whose behavior was unusual even at first sight. Both rode rare coursers, wore golden plate armor, and adorned their shoulders, elbows, and waist with white cloth engraved with mysterious crests.

“......Hmm.”

I whispered in a low voice to Prince Ulkar, who noticed them and put on an interesting look.

“I can feel the magic.”

“Is it a magic tool? Which one?”

“It seems to be on the armor side.”

“...Plate armor imbued with magic.”

Proper sheet metal armor is so expensive that it is the exclusive property of knights, especially wealthy noble knights. However, the plate armor worn by the riders in front of them had a considerable level of magic power. It’s probably ridiculously expensive.

“How do you think your skills are?”

“Well, you don’t know until you face the knife. However, judging from their physique and posture, they don’t seem to be lunatics who only have a lot of money.”

“Right.”

The prince nodded, took the reins and approached the two riders.

Before the prince could speak, the two riders lowered their heads slightly, perhaps guessing his true identity from the silver hair or prosthetic arm of the same color.

“It is an honor to meet the famous Third Prince of Milanol, His Highness.”

“Nice to meet you. I didn’t expect to see the ‘sacred hundred ligaments’ in a place like this.”

sacred whites. It’s a name I’ve heard through rumors.

It was said that they were the closest bodyguards of the emperor of the Mitergerland Empire and were under the command of the Guardian Guard. Those who only served the emperor and the empire for the rest of their lives, and were of a completely different level from those common imperial knights.

“I have come to follow the orders of His Majesty, Emperor Ruilix II.”

The one who came forward of the two riders delivered the words of his master with a confident tone.

“Your Highness said that since he is a hero with a reputation on the continent, sending a trivial person as a guide would be disrespectful.”

“...It seems that the emperor had no intention of hiding his location.”

“There is no reason or way to hide the existence of His Majesty the Emperor. This is because, among the countless subjects of the empire, no one dares to cover his splendid majesty.” “...yes, I guess.”

As befits the bodyguards of the richest man on the continent, the warriors armed with rare magical tools came only to serve as guides, not to have a conversation.

The prince, noticing this, nodded quietly and continued.

“I am grateful to His Majesty the Emperor for his hospitality. If so, could you guide me to the meeting room?”

“Yes, Your Highness. Gladly.” The two riders of the holy centurion bowed their heads again and turned their heads.

Looking back at the other knights, such as Sir Layam and Sir Gisela, they seemed puzzled by the situation in which the Emperor’s bodyguards had come to serve as guides instead of ordinary messengers or imperial knights.

Likewise, I also looked around, feeling suspicious for some reason, but Prince Ulkar only smiled and spurred on.

Princess Theodora, the ‘Anointed One’, and Atalante, the ‘Demon of Confidence’, Baron Luyan, the ‘Red Dragon’, Sir Ariad, the ‘Viper’, and Sir Liam, the ‘Arrogant’, enter the meeting room. Oh, it’s me, of course it’s included.

Sir Gisella, ‘The Birdhawk Knight’, and Sir Edbert, ‘Running’, will wait at the foot of the hill with the Royal Guards. Heyla will also stay at the bottom of the hill with my men.

Bundles remain. Originally, I was going to prepare for an unexpected situation by having them chase me while hiding, but the mana and momentum felt from the other side is formidable.

If you secretly take a notorious assassin called the ‘Black Lady’ and get caught, the meeting and everything else will be ruined. So, I asked Mungchi to stay calm next to Heila.

A large tent was set up in the meeting room on the top of the hill, and the fabric was rolled up on all sides to look like a canopy. It could only block the warm midday sun, but couldn’t block the escorts’ lit eyes.

Prince Ulkar, tying the reins to a wooden fence in front of the tent in place of a horsemanship, entered the conference room with a faint smile on his face.

“You guys came first.”

Inside the tent, a long rectangular table was placed in the middle, and on the other side sat seven people sent by the emperor.

“May the protection of light be with you. Nice to meet you, Your Highness, Prince Ulkar.”

When the old man sitting at the end of the table greeted him first, the prince recognized his true identity and politely returned.

“May the protection of light be with you. It is an honor to meet His Majesty Aramos, one of the foremost shepherds of Middle-earth.”

Aramos, an old man with a benevolent expression, had an ordinary impression like any other villager. If it hadn’t been for the soft luster of the purple suit and the subtle spirit of the strange spirit, it would not have been possible to believe that the old man was one of the heads of the cult of Calandari, which spread throughout the continent.

“Yeah.”

When Princess Theodora entered the tent next to the prince, greeted her with a bright face and tried to talk to them, the ‘bishop in red in full bloom’ shook her head with a smile on her face. Sensing that intent from her slightly closed eyes, the princess kept her mouth shut with a slightly stiff face and sat down on the seat to Prince Ulkar’s left.

Unlike Aramos, who greeted them first, the other six sat silently and just stared at Prince Ulkar. They stand up from their seats and do not even greet each other, let alone express their respect.

I muttered as I sat in the seat to the right of Prince Ulkar.

“Do you have no eyes or no tongue? Why don’t these bastards say hello? Or is it just that there is no top or bottom?”

All eyes are drawn to the sound that was told to listen.

I quickly glanced at those eyes. Three of the six were either unarmed or dressed only with swords at their waists, and the other three were heavily armed with expensive magic tools.

My attention naturally turned to the armed men.

The person sitting next to Archbishop Aramos was a middle-aged knight.

He was wearing stylish plate armor, a short coat that came down to his hips, and instead of a helmet, he was wearing a stylish yellow chaprong. I was able to guess his identity by looking at his white face without a single scar, his shaved beard and long sword with a yellow jewel embedded in a permal.

He was a vassal of the imperial family, the Sudamterk family, and one of the Empire’s sword masters, ‘Gombak’ Tuaselo.

The person sitting in the seat opposite Princess Theodora was a young man in his late 20s, whose face was full of scars.

He was armed with a light armor engraved with magical characters on each piece of iron, and on the table in front of him was a staff with golden scales.

He was a distant relative of Emperor Ruilix II’s nephew and a field marshal of the Empire, ‘Nadim of One Thousand Battles’.

Lastly, the person sitting across from Prince Ulkar was a slender, mature man. He was so tall that he seemed a head taller than me, a man of rare stature.

The mixture of leather and chains and the black spear leaning on the inside of his shoulder seemed to reveal his identity.

‘Aurora’s Window’ Fabio.

A man who is regarded as the Emperor’s guardian and one of the strongest in Middle-earth.

Fabio, who was looking at me with the hollow eyes between his tanned face, slowly parted his lips.