I will be crowned king

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee --!!!!"

Accompanied by the heart-rending screams of the black-robed priest, Louis, who was standing with a knife, hit the oncoming steam sickle.

"clang!"

The harsh sound of metal collision exploded into dazzling sparks, which dissipated in the expanding steam in just a moment; the thick white mist filled the entire corridor at a speed visible to the naked eye, drowning the knight.

At the moment of the collision, Louis could even hear the screams from the bones of his arms and shoulders. His hands were broken apart amidst the violent vibrations of the blade. The broken bone fragments pierced the blood vessels and completely opened the skin and flesh of the palms and wrists. .

Hair, skin, flesh and blood, organs...the standing flesh and blood body will fester, dissolve, and evaporate in the high temperature steam at a speed that can't even be felt.

This is probably my ending... Louis Bernard thought so.

In a daze, he could even clearly feel that his consciousness was slowly disappearing, sinking, sinking bit by bit...

But the next second, this feeling suddenly stopped. Before he could try to struggle, the consciousness that should have dissipated reawakened, like the morning light piercing the horizon at dawn, returning to his body.

Um?

Louis opened his eyes in confusion.

The door was still closed, and the candlelights around him began to glow with warm orange-red light again, and the murals on the walls and ceiling also disappeared without a trace.

Even his own body, which had been dissolved and evaporated by the steam, was intact, with no sign of injury; not even a trace of blood could be seen on the blade that had killed hundreds of "murals".

All abnormalities seemed to have disappeared, returning the corridor to its original normal state.

No, not yet... Louis gritted his teeth. The black mage who cast the spell was not found. He should still be in the illusion trap set by the other party.

Staring at the closed door opposite, cold sweat broke out on Louis' temples unknowingly.

"Snapped!"

Just as his whole body tensed up, a pair of soft little hands suddenly pressed his eyes.

"Guess~who I am~!"

A sly laugh sounded in the young knight's ears.

Feeling the softness coming from behind and the familiar fragrance of jasmine, Louis, whose vision dimmed, quickly regained his composure and involuntarily raised the corners of his mouth: "Can you stop making trouble, dear Freya..."

The words stopped abruptly.

The young knight's pupils suddenly shrank when he suddenly realized something, and his helpless smile froze in an instant.

No...no...I probably haven't escaped from the illusion trap yet...that black mage...this...these are all...all illusions...

"It's not an illusion."

The soft voice sounded again.

Gently letting go of her soft little hand, the elf girl standing behind the young knight matched his movement of looking back, with a delighted smile blooming on her fair cheeks.

Wearing an exquisite golden-red cavalry uniform, paired with a breastplate and armplates that are close-fitting and engraved with complicated patterns, it shows off the curves of the elf girl's petite figure like an evening dress; she wears a golden crown on her waterfall-like long blue hair. The crown reflects an intoxicating brilliance under the warm candlelight.

"My dear Louis, you are indeed here."

The elf girl who spoke softly, her scarlet pupils filled with infinite attachment reflected the extremely shocked expression of the young knight.

After being stunned for a full minute, he finally woke up from the shock and opened his trembling mouth in disbelief:

"Flea..."

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Twenty-three forty-five, the palace hall.

The bloodless Karin Jacques was lying on the carpet, breathing heavily. His two dull eyes were trembling slightly as if he had just seen another world.

Her hair, which was completely soaked with cold sweat, was hanging around like lion's hair. The tattered robe seemed to have just been washed with water. It exuded a strong strange smell and trembled with her legs. A trembling one.

His chest was constantly rising and falling, his trembling hands were holding a silver pocket watch tightly on it, and his thumbs that were already turning blue were still pressing the switch on the watch cover.

Beside him, the corpse of an Iser elf was lying there quietly; the dagger held tightly in his right hand penetrated his own neck, and his already gray pupils were still filled with an incredible look.

The moment Louis asked him and Lisa to lie down, the frightened Karin Jacques did not hesitate at all, and decisively followed Lisa towards the seemingly empty wall.

What awaited the two of them was not a bloody mess or a spinning world, but the hall of the palace - and the hall on the other side.

They had fallen into a trap from the moment they rushed into the palace. Louis thought he was turning left, but in fact he turned right and entered the other end of the palace.

Just when he thought he was about to suffer a bloody blow, Karin Jacques suddenly remembered something and took out his mirror pocket watch from his arms.

This inconspicuous magic prop cannot interrupt the mental manipulation of black magic. It has only one effect, which is to flip all directions within the range, including movements.

So when the black-robed priest woke up, he found that the elf black mage had fallen into a pool of blood, holding the dagger that had pierced his neck with a shocked look on his face, and died.

How dangerous!

Just a little bit, just a little bit... The one who was stabbed in the throat was himself.

Alas, but then again, how did the little girl next to Anson know that the elf black mage was hiding here?

Is she also a spell caster? It's not like that, I can't feel her mental reaction at all; and even I, a dignified fourth-level spellcaster, can't see through the black mage's mental manipulation, how can a child do it?

As for the power of blood - with such a powerful insight ability, usually one would not have a combat power as strong as hers... With her amazing speed and explosive power, one could easily tell that she was a gifted person like the Holy Grail or the Wild Hunt Knight.

Could it be that……

"Hey, the guy in the black robe."

Lisa from the side came forward and stabbed him in the chest with the butt of Borni's gun: "Get up quickly, Lisa has to find Louis quickly; Lisa promised Anson to protect everyone!"

"I'm not a 'robed' person, my name is Karin Jacques!" The black-robed priest complained as he got up from the ground and shook his head quickly:

"No, I will never go back!"

"Why don't you go back?" The girl looked at him with wide eyes: "Only Louis knows how to get here. Without him, Lisa and the man in the robe would be lost."

"Did we go on the right track while he was here? Also, I said my name is Karin Jacques, not the one wearing robes." The black-robed priest rolled his eyes:

"And there are spellcasters everywhere here. If you run back, aren't you looking for death?!"

"But Anson said that we are going to save the Elf King." The girl blinked, and the muzzle of Borni's gun in her hand never left the black-robed priest:

"Without Louis here, we can't save the Elf King."

"He can't be saved - because there is no way the Elf King is in the palace!"

"How does the person in the robe know that the Elf King is not in the palace?"

"I repeat my name is not the one in the robe, my name is Karin Jacques, I just know he is not here!"

"Why?"

"Because...because I know, I know from the beginning! It's true that that bastard Draco and the Council of Thirteen took the lead in cooperating, but I have been dealing with the Ysel elves several years ago. Who else can I compare with?" Everyone knows what the Elf King...that bastard named Igor Moses Field is like!"

"Since a long time ago, this bastard has planned to completely eradicate the Thirteen Council...or use them. Because he is restrained everywhere, and Clovis finally made up his mind to invade Ysel, Draco's little Only a smart guy will make up his mind to take action - because no matter how late it is, it will be too late!"

The black-robed priest shouted hysterically, his eyes full of sincerity.

But Lisa just tilted her little head curiously: "Why is it too late?"

"Because Igor Moses Field...that elf king, he had long expected this day - yes! He knew that once the church interfered, it would definitely erode some of his power as the elf king."

"But correspondingly, he also has the entire Church of Order as his backer. He no longer has to worry about the families of the Thirteen Council being able to sideline or seize power from him, nor does he have to worry about the Kingdom of Clovis casually daring to invade Yse. That’s it!”

"The traditions of Iser will be tampered with, the history of Iser will be distorted, and the Elf Kingdom of Iser will become the first stop for the church to control the world and the church's puppet state."

"But that doesn't matter, because the Moses Field family will be prosperous for thousands of generations, and the Elf Kingdom of Yser will rise from this - this is what the Elf King wants!"

"So although I don't know where he is now, he is definitely not in the palace, and he is definitely not in the big library - he hopes that the Knights of Judgment can bloodbath the Royal Court of Yser, because then he can deal with those lurking in the dark. The old gods will catch them all in one fell swoop!"

Huh... After saying all this, Karin Jacques finally let out a long breath, and his whole body seemed to be relaxed a lot because he had completely told the secret buried deep in his heart.

As for whether the little girl in front of him will tell Anson afterwards, it doesn't matter. Anyway, it doesn't matter even if the bastard knows now, everything has been settled.

More importantly, what does this have to do with him?

He knelt down, looked into the eyes of his "savior", and said in a softer tone: "So do you understand, that bastard Elf King doesn't need our rescue at all, the Truth Seeking Order or the Judgment Knight The people in the regiment will definitely save him."

"As for the relics of Saint Isaac... Hehehe, I guess your brother Anson Bach must want it very much; but listen to me and advise him not to think about it. That thing is very dangerous. It would be better to leave it to our Truth Society for safekeeping. good."

"As for the two of us... it would be wiser to quickly find Anson to meet up and run away."

As he said that, the black-robed priest had already stood up and turned around to retreat.

"So Karin Jacques, do you know where that relic of Saint Isaac is?"

The girl blinked and continued to ask.

"Nonsense, of course I know; and my name is not the one in robes, my name is... oh, you actually pronounced my name correctly?!"

The surprised black-robed priest couldn't help but laugh and turned to look at the girl behind him.

Then he stopped laughing.

At some point, the eyes of the girl standing behind him had turned scarlet; in the dark hall, the glimmer of blood was so alluring.

boom--

The moment he saw those eyes, the playful Karin Jacques suddenly felt trembling all over, as if his body had lost all strength. "Plop!" he fell to his knees without any hindrance.

It was the feeling of a low-level being, being looked directly at by a being far above oneself.

It seems that with just one look, one thought, one thought from the other party... he will be torn apart in an instant and his soul will be scattered!

This little girl...no no no...Lisa Bach...she...she is...

"The Truth Society...well...if I remember correctly, I think I heard Mace Honnard mention it a few times."

Lisa... Thalia August Rune looked at the frightened black-robed priest and raised the corners of her mouth slightly: "His evaluation of you is not very friendly, but it is obvious that he underestimated you... just like he underestimated you. Like Anson Bach."

"Obviously, the Truth Society is a very well-intentioned non-profit public organization, and the people in it are also very well-meaning, right?"

The black-robed priest kneeling on the ground was trembling, not even daring to breathe.

"So, dear Lord Karin Jacques, for the sake of saving my life and being Anson Bach's friend." The soft-spoken Thalia gently held his cheek with her little hand. , scarlet pupils and trembling eyes looked at each other:

"Can you tell me...where is that relic?"

………………………

"……no."

Facing the young knight's ardent gaze, the elf girl who was struggling endlessly clenched her teeth and used all her strength to speak out this extremely painful word.

"Why?!" Louis subconsciously took a step forward.

He didn't understand...why it was obvious that she was forced, that she was still alive and did not die at the hands of the Clovis people, and that everything the Council of Thirteen told her was a lie from beginning to end, wasn't it? !

"Because... because... Freya Moses Field... is dead..." Despite the pain, the elf girl still said resolutely:

"Now I... am the head of the Thirteen Council, the Queen of the Iser Elf... Freya I!"

"I will never allow a group of empires and Clovis people to attack my capital so openly, kill my people, and slander my faith!"

"If you really want to do this, you must first step on my body; if my army and I cannot protect our city, then we will drag you invaders into hell together... I swear!"

After that, she pulled out her sword from her waist and proved her determination to the knight in front of her.

"Is that so..."

Louis nodded slightly, and his shocked expression gradually became serious: "In that case, I also swear to you... I will attack your city, kill all enemies of the Ring of Order, and rescue Freya Moses Field from the hands of the Old Gods. Your Highness."

"No one... can stop me!"