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"Thanks to Isela, I got a good opportunity.”

"Sure. I'd rather have a competent daughter than be raised as a son-in-law. It's much better to honor themselves than to find a good line of blood."

Berdick sat down and lived with a smile on his mouth.

The most worrying revenge was the fall of Prince Gwiz, which made him needless. Failed to kill the king, he was no longer a prince. He was a traitor. His resignation was quickly decided by Prince Gwiz.

All the nobles were in favor, and so were the ordinary people. Merchants like Verdick Evans were humming. This is because the authority of the aristocrats has been completely undermined.

"It can't be better for a new king to have a kite directly with our help. We saved it when it was the most dangerous.”

"Sure, and Sir Zion Electra has done a good job."

"As expected, Isela has an eye for men."

I thought it was just a swallow with a shiny face. Berdick swallowed the aftertaste. Selina, already a wife, was in love with her son-in-law. When Raymond was Isela's fiance, he felt uncomfortable eating with her because he was embarrassed, and he seemed to like Selina's moderately grumpy Zion.

I think it would be pretty since she played a major role in it. Zion became a gold ball from his daughter's pretty toys from the Evans family. Iselago Selina and her ex-fiancée Raymond didn't even say anything.

"And now that Lord Raymond... No, it's nothing."

"Hung."

Verdick, who was deeply involved, also heard of Raymond's performance. Most of all, from Zion.

But Raymond refused all the awards. Raymond even asked Prince Louis himself not to comment on his performance. "I just did what I was supposed to do, and I just wanted to go back to my hometown quietly."

Some nobles who knew the truth praised Raymond's nobility, but Berdick seriously swept his heart.

I'm glad Isela didn't marry that guy.’

Evans's belief was that if there was anything to receive, it would be tripled. It was natural in the world that if you did not receive money or land, you would have to receive at least dozens of times the honor.

What's the point of morality that no one knows? What honor is it that only you know? Such a thing is an illusion. Those who pursued such values were foreign objects that should never be associated with the Evans family.

"When did you say the coronation was?"

"Next week. We'll sit in the same area as the royals, so we have to get the best."

"Next week? That's too soon.”

No matter how long you say you've been sick for, your body must not have cooled down.

"Why don't you refrain from wearing too much glamour?"

"Berdick, what are you talking about to me?”

How dare you tell yourself to refrain from extravagance? When Selina's eyes turned triangular, Verdick shook his hand in a hurry.

"No, but next week... You're wearing something too flashy, even though it's going to be after the coronation.I'm afraid I'll hear you talk."

At Verdick's words, Selina gave up her ugly face and clicked her tongue.

"Berdick, you don't know yet, do you? The king is still alive."

"What?"

***

The gray-haired old man lying surrounded by white chrysanthemums quietly closed his eyes in the coffin.

"You stopped breathing."

"I know."

"Why don't you take a little rest, Your Highness?"

"It's more comfortable to be like this. Go away."

"Okay."

The royal physician bowed his head and retired.

Prince Lewis stayed up all night lying down beside the coffin. Underneath the snow was black with tears and tiredness. I thought it would be a big burden for him to kill even his father, King Hyon. However, he could kill his brother without hesitation, so even his father overlooked that he would kill him if he had a chance.

"…hehehe."

Although Gwiz is related to himself, it was hard to think that he was a true family. When Lewis learned to speak and started walking, he realized that the way he looked at him was not good. From then on, he knew he was the one to kill himself.

When Lewis saw him, the feelings he felt were fear and compassion. He was born to take his place. And Lewis expected that if he survived, it would be him who would bring him down anytime.

Although he knew the Marquis cared a lot about him, he was a big aristocrat who was in charge of the defense of the frontier, and it was only a few times a year that the two could meet.

The wife, who was rumored to have given birth to herself, would not even make eye contact with her. Lewis didn't even bother to visit her, as it was a natural reaction for her real mother to save her life. The knowledge he had heard from his teachers to complain made his head grow too fast.

"Your Majesty."

Indeed, Lewis's family is only grandfather, King Hyeon. Louis stroked the old king's face. It was cold. This is what happens when people die. a cold lump of meat He himself will be like this in the future. And Gwiz tried to make himself like this today.

"…father."

Louis whispered in a small whisper.

I wanted to call him that once. Of course, being a royal family, it could not be the same as other secular aristocrats seeing their children. Even the Marquis of Pancair was a gentle father to Lewis and a strict father to his young children.

The king, who was too old, asked Louis for more than that. Nevertheless, there was only one king who could consider Lewis a family member of his own. In the end, only the royal family could understand the royal family.

There was too little time together. The king had so much to do in his own way, and so did Louis. Every time we met, the king was worried about how much Louis would have been completed before he died. I ended up dying like this.

Look, Your Majesty. Look, Father. I eventually go up to the throne.

"...Your Grace?"

Louis was frightened as he touched the king's face. That can't be true. The king's breath must have stopped. But just now, Louis felt a breath from his fingertips. It's an illusion. It's a fantasy created by one's wish. I can't believe that the earlobes made this mistake.

"No way..."

Lewis touched it again. There was no breath, either feel no breath. It was time for Lewis to get up again because he was disappointed.

"Cough, cough, cough."

"...Your Grace?"

"…water, water. Is anyone there? Jim is thirsty."

The king spoke in a rough but straight voice. Lewis flopped down and got up. Then he hugged the king.

"…Lewis? What's the matter…Is this place...? Has the luggage fallen down?"

"Yes, it is."

"That's... that's fine."

The king patted Lewis and realized that he was lying in a coffin full of chrysanthemums.

"…what is this? Jim didn't even die, and this....”

"Your Majesty?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

shouted the poet, who opened the door before the king could finish speaking.

"Si, the body... no, your Majesty is alive!"

***

Gwiz sat down in his room.

Where did it start? I wonder where it started. I'm sure you made a good plan. From where on earth. Nothing was right about the result.

"Why the hell... why would I....”

Gwiz did not know how many weaknesses Berdick had in the aristocracy. And even if Verdick knew, he didn't care. It was natural for a loan shark like that to roll on the mud floor.

What he didn't know most was that the support of the nobles he thought were on his side was infinitely weak.

The mind that can live in gold coins is to leave according to the gain and loss. And those who were next to him were aware that they could be so at any time, seeing the primitive violence he was doing.

They were all very perverted, but they did not believe each other anymore. Dirty -- the people, unreasonable are those who himself was taking advantage of you to do so, the world was how, others don't want to do so.

Even if you are a villain, the other must be good and stupid. So he didn't know that Lewis' young age would have made them choose Lewis instead of Gwiz.

"Your Highness, the king is alive."

"…what?"

"Congratulations. This saved your life. You say you can't kill your child."

The Marquis of Pancair told Gwiz with sarcasm. Gwiz was dumbfounded by the unexpected news. Even if it doesn't work out your way, how can it be this bad? How?

"…that can't be true. I'm sure... I'm sure with my hands....”

"You'd better not say more, Your Grace."

"I've confirmed it stopped!"

"The medicine must have been defective."

The Marquis went out ignoring the evil-doing earwax. This was the perfect time for the Gwiz.

Many silent people were accustomed to the king. The current king was on the throne for about 70 years. Therefore, it was difficult for people to imagine anyone other than the current king.

There was no backlash against Gwiz's refusal to take over the throne, but he did not approve of being too young Louis.

Most people who hate change. They did not tolerate Crown Prince Gwiz, who tried to kill the King, and in protest, they were ready to follow any of the king's choices.

"I'll have Gwiz on the periphery, and I'll have Louis coronation. I think I'm too young, so I've put it off, but I don't think anyone's going to argue with me anymore."

Everyone bowed and agreed to the present king's announcement.

"Your Highness is right."

A peaceful coronation without resistance was foreseen.

***

"It was Father Duran who made the medicine."

Raymond sat with Karen behind the palace garden. It was a quiet and peaceful garden that made such a fuss. But the walls were broken here and there and the remains of the battle remained. Karen picked up a separate shell and asked, fiddling.

"Did you expect Duran to make a fake drug?”

"Yes."

"How?"

"I can tell from the fact that he's not dead."

Raymond answered, sweeping the giant dog's tail at him. It looks like a monster, but it has a lot of aegyo. However, Karen's hand was so annoying that she immediately hid her hand behind her.

"It's probably because you're not used to it yet."

"I don't have much connection with animals."

"Why don't you get along with a hundred dogs or cats next time if you care so much?"

"I won't, I won't. Stop the dog and give me more explanation."

When Karen grumbled and watched the dog next to Raymond, Raymond tied it up and retired. Only after Raymond poured water into his hand and wiped it with a handkerchief, Karen went next to Raymond and started walking together.

"I've known him for a long time. The scope of his knowledge... It's like how far he can get. He always gets weak at the end.”

"…Dulan?"

When Karen asked back, Raymond replied with a smile.

"I'm not saying you're nice. It's because he can't even bear the burden. He is the one who cannot kill others even if he is at the crossroads of death. You can't be fine with the burden of killing the king."

Raymond went on.

"You may think of it as morality or faith. Anyway, he's only killed a man once so far."

Karen could tell who the only one was.

"That's me."

"Yes, at that point he had a clear conviction that you were coming back."

Dulan was the one who could kill Karenman, if not anyone else. Even if Karen is the most important person in him.

"That's his worst part."

Raymond finally understood Duran.

His evil parts, his weaknesses, and to the point he couldn't bear. Maybe and decided. Raymond stopped walking. And asked Karen, eye-to-eye contact.

"Will you marry me again?"

"…this is the second worst proposal. Lord Raymond. Bring your rings and flowers as standard."

Of course I'd be angry if I had that. Karen answered lightly and walked on. However, when Raymond did not follow him, he had to stop walking.

"Everything I have is yours."

"Is there anything else but that obvious?”

"I put my everything on the line....”

The blond knight lowered himself and swore to his lady.

"I'll bring you death."

The setting sun was setting, so his face was not visible, and the collapsed palace floor was strewn with bullets. Besides, the two were tired. There was no ring and no flowers. But what Raymond decided to give her was really what she wanted and no more answers were needed.