Count Scribe's Tutor

Immediately after the lack of negotiation.

Imperial emissaries, including Muhka, left the capital as if fleeing. In the atmosphere of a heavy landing, the knights walked with a stiff face. And the atmosphere in the wagon sank even deeper.

Kuang!

Then I heard a fist knocking on the wall.

Muhka. He slaps the wall for a while, as if he couldn't take his anger.

Dozens of minutes.

Muhka chews his bloody fist and mutters.

“· · · · · · · · Damn you. ”

It was obvious who it meant.

An insult to a god he serves.

“At best, you dare · · · · · · to the subject of the king of the small country. ”

Muhka shudders to think of him.

Robert wasn't the only one who was rude. The existence of the Dark Elves, with the old inspiration of gray hair and the power between them, angered him.

A moment later, he grunts.

“I'll make you regret what happened today. You must!”

When I worked so hard to get rid of my anger.

Muhka realizes that the wagon has stopped late. How long has it been stopping? When I was about to open the door with the question, someone opened the door outside first.

“Kundal.”

A middle-aged knight with orange hair.

It was the leader of the 2nd Knights in charge of escorting the Mission, Turz Faiham. He immediately explained why he stopped the wagon.

“I think we should stay here tonight. ”

Muhka lowers his window slightly and looks around.

The sun was in the middle of the day just when I left the capital, but it was getting late. Is that why? The wagon has stopped in a small village beneath the mountain.

Muhka, who knows the situation, wonders.

“Is there room for all of us? ”

The town is small. Hundreds of people barely get in.

The number of emissaries, on the other hand, is 500. That's why I asked with a worried face, but Turz replied as if he didn't need to worry.

“Yes, it hardly fits. ”

Thank goodness for your misfortune.

Nobody's homeless. Muhka nods.

“I see. Rest well and we'll leave as soon as tomorrow is light." ”

“I have my orders! ”

Turz bows his head with a gentle answer.

The envoy moved swiftly after permission had been denied.

“Just unload what you need! We're moving on tomorrow. ”

“Keep all the horses in one place! ”

Leaving behind those preparing for overnight stay.

Muhka set foot in the lodge first. I felt a little better for the village in the valley because it was clean and tidy. After a brief meal, he laid out the map in the assigned bedroom.

“Tourz. How much farther to Sererheim? ”

“If you leave at 6 am, you will arrive around noon tomorrow. ”

The polite answer came back.

That's not that far. When we arrive at Sererheim, we will first convey the rude conduct of the Kingdom of Laderon to our country and discuss its future disposition. Muhka made a step by step plan.

“I was a little more surprised. ”

Tourz mutters, looking out the window.

Muhka, whose mind was broken, asked curiously.

“What do you mean? ”

“Here, Earl Morco. I heard the war has been devastated, but I never thought a village this big would be reborn. ”

Tourz replied admirably with the speed of reconstruction.

What am I supposed to say? Muhka laughs as the silly answer returns.

At that moment, his eyes opened wide.

“Wait, this is Earl Morco? ”

“Yes? Oh, yes. It's not central, it's borderline. ”

The words bring a shock to Muhka's face.

A moment later, he mutters in a puzzled manner.

“But Earl Morco said, ”

I heard all the settlers left.

This is even the winter report from last year. That's why I heard there are no cities or villages in the Earl's decree. And this town was built in less than a year?

Muhka looks suspicious.

Later, I felt a somewhat uncomfortable feeling blossoming.

Knock, knock!

Someone knocks on the door.

At the same time, I heard a clear voice from outside.

“Hello. Excuse me, may I come in? ”

The voice of an attired girl. After sharing his eyes with Muhka, Turz carefully opens the door. A girl with a gorgeous figure who immediately came into view. She hands the tray in both hands to Turz.

“I don't remember ordering anything like this. ”

“My father asked me to bring it to the guests. ”

Is it food, after all?

Turz removes the sheet from the tray with a suspicious face. A pink fruit the size of a fist placed on a tray. The dark color looked unusual as if it was painted with paint.

Meanwhile, did he care about Turz's face?

The girl adds the horse with a fat face.

“I didn't put anything weird in it. It's a structure you couldn't put in the first place. ”

Well, he does, too.

It looks pretty sturdy, so you can't poison it. Muhka picks up the fruit from the tray without a word. It was hard as expected and smelled much better than I expected.

“I've never seen fruit before. What's your name?"

“I'm Rump. It's sweet and delicious.”

This is a fruit I've never seen on the Eastern Continent.

If it tastes good, you can go straight to the Emperor. Muhka, who smelled it several times, opened his mouth wide to bite.

Whoo-hoo!

The Tourz next to the constellation snatches the fruit.

Then I hurled myself to the ground without hesitation. Muhka looks surprised at this absurd act.

“Tourz, what are you doing? ”

“Get behind me! Poisoned Fruit! ”

Urgent screaming tours.

And frighteningly at the end of his words, a chunk of the fruit shattered in the mountains quickly turned black. At first glance, it looked like an abnormal phenomenon.

What would happen if you ate that?

Muhka shudders, feeling a chill. Meanwhile, Turz frowns and yells at the girl.

“You! You definitely didn't put anything weird in. ”

“That's right. I didn't put anything weird in it. ”

He admitted that he had disguised himself as a girl.

After a while, he smiled, glowing at the eyes of different colors.

“It was just a poisonous fruit from the beginning. ”

A gesture of audacity.

Kalman tears his ragged clothes apart and rushes quickly. Turz draws his sword in haste to stop the threat.

Kang! Kaga Gaga!

Kalman's dagger and Tourz's longsword collide relentlessly.

In a split second, they exchanged dozens of workshops and took a short breather. Then you quietly talk to Muhka behind the scenes.

“· · · · · · · I hate to admit it, but he's a lot like me. ”

Muhka's eyes turned round.

Tourz is the leading man in the path of the Sword Master. If that's what he says, it's definitely a peculiar skill.

“I'll deal with it. Stay out of it. ”

On his return, Muhka nods.

With little combat ability, you'll only get in the way. Meanwhile, Turz, who was having an snowfight with Kalman, exchanged workshops with him again.

And the moment I turned my back on the door.

“Now!”

He shouts in a hurry.

At the same time, Muhka's feet hit the ground. Suddenly, he leaves the room without looking back and goes down to the first floor. I was thinking of calling in the raid and requesting backup from the knights who would be near my listing.

But as soon as I got to the first floor,

Muhka realizes something's wrong.

Silent atmosphere. Maybe it's time for everyone to eat, but you can't even hear the dishes moving.

Yuck!

Soon after the door was closed tightly.

There was a strange sight in his eyes. Most of the knights and apostles lie on the dining table. Did he fall asleep? I took a trembling step thinking about it.

“ · · · · · ·!? ”

Immediately, I was appalled by both eyes.

It was because I found a wound on the back of a fallen knight's neck. The wound appears to have been punctured with a dagger, considering its depth. Because of that, the knight must have fallen facedown and died.

Not only that, but so were others.

Only a few hours ago, those who were active were all turned into cold corpses.

“What is this? ”

I slammed my teeth and stepped back.

I pounded my butt without being able to feel my body tremble uncontrollably. Later, as Muhka's face pales, he hears someone kick his tongue from the floor.

Tsk, what's the cat doing upstairs?

A strange voice I've never heard before.

He looks down with trembling eyes. The place where the voice was heard was the shadow of Muhka. After a while, the young man who had soaked his whole body suddenly soaked.

I can't get rid of a rat.

An unidentified young man frowned.

Immediately, he holds a black dagger in his hand. A dagger that looks fierce enough to see just flew towards Muhka's neck. But then.

“Stop.”

Someone stopped the young man's behavior.

Immediately, someone showed up with a clear popularity. A man in a mask. It was Ferda.

“He hasn't been dealt with yet. ”

Chet, you're in luck.

In Ferda's paper, the shadow frowns and hides its appearance.

Muhka, who barely saved his life, confronted Ferda with an unsettled face.

“You, you are definitely from the Royal Feud! ”

Muhka shouting in surprised expression.

Ferda faced this with a cold smile.

“I didn't think you'd recognize me. Surprisingly good memory. ”

“You bastard! ”

As soon as I admitted it, I immediately began to mourn.

Muhka struggles to conceal his fear and spews out his old age.

“I represent the Norse Empire! How dare you think you can do this and be safe! If the Empire finds out, the Kingdom will be in the ground in no time. ”

“July 17. Late night past midnight. ”

Muhka, however, was unable to finish his sentence.

It was because a strange word came out of Ferda's mouth. He narrated the scenario in a bland voice.

“Due to the sudden landslide, the mission of the Norse Empire remains intact. The kingdom searched, but no survivors were found, and that's how the accidents ended. ”

Ominous content in dry voices.

Is he aware of his intentions? Muhka's complexion is dull in a flash. A moment later, he asked with a stuttering tone.

“W-what is that noise? ”

“It's a sign I made up for you. ”

Ferda answered dry.

Earlier this year, he built dozens of empty villages near the eastern and southern borders. He even buried a rune of explosions, specially crafted by the realm beneath or around the ground.

‘We originally prepared for the war against the Holy Nation, but · · · · · · ·. ’

I never thought I'd use it like this.

Ferda bursts out a cold smile. Then I looked at Muhka, who was horrified, and I opened her tightly closed lips.

“But I have work to do first. ”

I flicked my finger with a shrill murmur.

Then another shadow rises from the ground. He climbed up the Smurf and instantly overpowered Muhka's arms and legs.

Shhh!

A sharp scepter is drawn from Ferda's blade.

“Answer my question from now on. ”

Is he intuitive of his own destiny?

Muhka starts to twist. But it was pointless. The more I did, the stronger the shadow leaned.

“You'd better remember that fast. I want to ease the pain a little bit. ”

After a dry word, the water boiler split the air.

At the same time, a desperate scream echoes from Muhka's mouth.

Constantly until dawn.

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