Desire

The emperor of Portia has said nothing. Prince Hermione will be Emperor. He mutters in a small voice. The Viceroy of Portia's mouth is slightly raised.

“If King Hermione becomes Emperor." ”

This is meaningless. It may not be zero for Prince Hermione to be emperor, but it's close to zero. The least likely of the four princes.

“If so, I will naturally support the Crown Prince. Of course. A knight chooses a master, but a soldier chooses no master. Soldiers are the state, and the state is the emperor. ”

“Is that why you're neutral? ”

“That's funny. ”

The Viceroy of Portia shakes her head.

“Whose side? One? Two? Three? Or four?" It's a meaningless, ridiculous slice. I'm not neutral. I'm on the side of the state, and I follow the Emperor's orders. I don't support the Crown Prince. ”

“I see.”

Ajin neatly retreats back. I wanted to capture the Porsche Marquis, but the Marquis's intentions were too solid. The current Azin cannot pierce the Grand Marquis of Portia. Not enough preparation and not enough weapons. I don't have a hand. Checkmate unavailable.

“If.”

However,

“The Fourth Prince. If King Hermione gets closer to the Emperor than anyone else. ”

Leave room.

“At that time, could you be the strength of King Hermione? ”

A boastful.A nobleman without a title. The fourth prince's guardian is the least powerful. I was asking the first Field Marshal, the commander, and the late Porsche.

The emperor of Portia did not answer. He looks at him with calm eyes. How am I supposed to take that? According to them, treason is an understatement. The current emperor still holds his place.

‘No, it's not like that. ’

I'm not rebellious.I 'm confident I'm speaking of uncertainty in the distant future. Is it true that Emperor Hermione can be emperor?

“What's in it for King Hermione? ”

The Marquis of Portia asks: Prince Hermione has nothing. There is no power of the outsiders, no powerful nobles, nothing. Although the Steel Knights support Emperor Hermione, the Steel Knights are the weakest among the Imperial Knights. Especially Ekidna, the knight commander there, left his skills and was not treated well by the other nobles and knights.

Azin raises his hand.

“I'm here. ”

He put his hand on his chest and said, It was a smile with little arrogance. The smile made the Viceroy of Portia feel a little dazed.

“.. Whew. ”

A thin smile emanates from the lips of the Viceroy of Portia. Soon it became a low laugh. The Porsche duchess nods as she shrugs her shoulders.

“Got it.”

He nods.

“If, if. If Hermione is deemed the closest to the Emperor's throne, I will support Hermione's charge. ”

“Thank you."

Azin lowers his head, smiling. There is no falsehood in the answer. The Viceroy of Portia drank a cup of tea. He trusted his judgment. If he decides that Emperor Hermione is closest to the Emperor's throne, Emperor Hermione will become Emperor. It's just that. It is the Marquis of Portia who will make that decision, no one.

“I'll be going now. ”

Azin raises himself up, pulling his chair back. You got enough. It's just a shame we don't have the answer to the Viceroy of Portia. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. He was a rocky man who couldn't be shaken by the wind in the first place.

“See you next time. ”

The duchess of Portia lowers her cup of tea. Azin turns away. The blowing wind is still light. Can't shake the rocks. To shake a rock that size, you have to be a strong wind. No, he's not good enough.

There's a storm coming.

*

Verzola's fortified gate opens wide. It was the last day of the week after the Emperor's summons fell. The march of the fancy wagon does not stop. Even the soldiers, servants, knights, and royal families who work for Verzola didn't know why the gates were open or why a wagon was coming in.

“The Pentagon.”

Someone mutters. The blue wagon enters. It was not a horse to pull the wagon. Mana's decision to simply run without any shape. The gates of the wagon bear the pentagon's symbol. Starting with the wagon, a red, gold, purple and green wagon passed by the gate.

“The Pentagon's Five Stars. ”

All the five stars that said they didn't leave the Pentagon gathered in the Imperial Palace. Muren Octavus, the court wizard, confronts them in front of El Cast.

“It's been a while.”

Muren opened his mouth. When the wagon's door opened and the blue star came down from the wagon. The blue star looks at Muren and nods slightly.

“An old friend came to meet you in person. ”

“It's been 12 years. It's the same thing. I don't go out very often because I'm a research geek. ”

The green star from the wagon giggles. He was looking at the elf. Muren stares at the green star and kicks his tongue small.

“You're human in nature and you look like an elf with polymorph. ”

“I just didn't like the look of dark mushrooms and wrinkles. Elves are a wonderful species. Live a few hundred years younger, be loved by Manawa and the Spirit. I wanted to be born an Elf. ”

The green star smiled and said. He glances at the blue star.

“That old man over there is telling me what a good old man looks like. ”

“Magic is evil, and truth is truth. It is a contradiction that those who explore the truth deceive themselves with vanity and falsehood. ”

“Isn't it true to embrace vanity and lies? ”

The red star from the wagon said. Muren kicks his tongue at the sight of such a red star. “You're not worth the night.” Muren wags his head and mutters. The red star smiles widely, lifting its protruding chest with its hand.

“Youth is good. No backaches.”

“You're full of desire. Your virginity boobs weren't that big. ”

The golden star shakes its head as it descends from the wagon. The red star glances at the golden star. Muren laughs low at the jokes that come and go. Only 12 years ago, he was with them. The hostile Muren on the Pentagon was called a silver star.

“I've never seen you before. ”

Myren accepted the Emperor's offer to become a court wizard, and one of the Pentagon's five stars set late. And another star filled that vacancy. Purple Star. Muren stares closely at her getting out of the wagon.

Purple Star. She inherited the Rhide School. Ride Academy is a place that seeks the drama of psychic magic, a place that has never stood out from the crowd.

It was thanks to the existence of her, Asella Pelid, that such a Rhide scholarship had reached the pinnacle of spiritual magic. A year after Muren left the Pentagon, the Pentagon became four stars. Asylla visited the Pentagon alone. And just half a year later, the Pentagon gave her the name Purple Star.

“You're a purple star. I've heard a lot of rumors...”

No one knows the identity of the purple star. How old she was, where she was from, how she learned magic. Nevertheless, she climbs to the top of the Pentagon. No one underestimated the depth of her magic, and all five stars recognized her. And Muren also recognized the purple star.

‘I don't see it. ’

Ignorance soon became chaos. Myren felt his fingers dry. I looked under my feet in a feeling of blemish. A black abyss lies beneath his feet. I looked at it quietly. Monsters wiggle beneath the Maw. The monster reaches out. Sharp fingernails, rough hair grabs the ankle.

“Haha. ”

Muren smiles. He takes a step back. The Maw disappears. The floating senses return. Muren raises his hand and wipes off the cold sweat.

“I can't believe the Rhide magic is so deep and profound. ”

“Was that rude?”

The purple star smiled and asked. Muren shakes his head.

“Knowing what you don't know is joy. It was a great stimulus and a great experience. ”

- Was that just a hallucination? Muren was unsure. His fingers are still dry, and his body is damp with cold sweat. Worth admitting. If a purple star had entered the Pentagon in the past, Muren would undoubtedly have recommended a purple star by five stars.

If there were no seats left, he would have given up his seat.

“I don't have time to talk about reunions. ”

The blue star mutters. You hear the sound of a chariot howling. He turns his head.

“The swordsman.”

The wagon has stopped.

The one and only Grand Duke of Gracia.

Another swordsman.

Again, dragon slayer. Hemonia Bigenhart. The carriage's gate opens. A man in a black uniform walks out of the wagon. A thick face and a fierce look.

“.. what happened to your hair? ”

Muren asked with a frown. The bald head said, taking in the blazing sunshine. “Hm.” Duke Biggenhardt raises his hand and touches his head.

“I cut it off. The waving of my hair bothers me. ”

Muren's lips opened up. He knew Biggenhardt 10 years ago. Long hair scattered. Black dragon, known as the Black Dragon, stuck a sword in Beljacrush's neck.

What we have here is a hairless middle-aged man.

“... the Emperor will be amazed. ”

“I didn't fall for it. I'm not ashamed of what I cut myself. ”

The Grand Duke mutters. The red star howls. Ignoring that smile, the Grand Duke raised his head and looked at El Cast.

“It's been a while since I've been here. ”

“... the king awaits. ”

Murren says, the Grand Duke nods. Almost 10 years.

“Puhaha!”

After 10 years, it began with the laughter of the emperor. He smirks madly as he slaps the bracelet on the throne with his hand. The duc bows his head and grinds his teeth as he listens to the Emperor's laugh.

“Biggenhardt! Where did you leave all that plump hair?" Beljac Crush's curse must have ripped your hair off! ”

The emperor smiled and asked. The Grand Duke barely raised his head and looked at the Emperor. The emperor was smiling with a red face.

“.. was interrupted and cut off. ”

“Not missing? ”

I wiped the tears from the emperor's eyes and asked. There was blood on the Duke's forehead. Seeing that, the emperor burst into laughter again.

“I can see the blood flowing from the lack of hair! ”

I'll kill you.

I felt dishonest for a moment, and could hardly bear it. “You speak too much, Your Majesty.” The Grand Duke said, The smile disappeared from the emperor's face.

“I see. That's all I have to say. ”

The emperor raised his head. The Pentagon's five stars have gathered. The swordsman who cut the head of the Demon Dragon is here. Murren, the palace wizard in command of the Magic Legion, the commander of each field around the Grand Marquis of Portia, and all the chieftains of the Knights were gathered here.

“War.”

The emperor opened his mouth.

“Strike down the kingdom of Gallios. ”

It's over.

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