Former General Is Undead Knight

"... Two hundred years ago, there was a cursed clan in the Kingdom of Lauraul who was good at plotting, the Delbeuk family"

Lambert gazes at Count Perciris and mouths.

When I heard the words, Count Perciris's mouthpiece, which was faceless, gave me a slight grin.

"In the Derbeuk family, when five sons become, they magically force some of our Lord's thoughts and memories into their brains, destroying their original personalities... that's what they've heard. On top of that, there is a bloody wet gesture that whoever murdered the current prince and all the other brothers will be the next prince. By doing so, we are trying to recreate the first lord of the Derbeuk family, who was a real genius…"

Lambert turned his sword against Count Perciris.

"Perciris, you were descended from the Delbeuk family. I didn't know you kept lurking in this Legious kingdom for two hundred years. Sometimes I was just so afraid of puppet masters."

Count Percilis has assassinated all his parents and brothers.

According to Charles' story, so did his predecessors.

Initially I thought it was what Doma did to control the Count family, but it wasn't.

At the end of the War of the Eight Kingdoms, it was not so uncommon for a nobleman to abandon his country and flee to another country to be welcomed as a new nobleman.

Every country was hungry for new forces, assets and information on enemy countries.

It was sometimes accepted under favourable conditions as propaganda in order to suppress the sense of disobedience when welcoming the people of the destroyed country.

The Delbeuk family took the thoughts of the nations in their hands and toured the number of manoeuvres, traveling many times between kingdoms and eventually rooting in the kingdom of Legions, the victorious nation.

So secretly, he continued his cursed prince for two hundred years.

"After all, it was true that the undead of the heroes of the Eight Kingdoms War. I didn't know you knew my old family name, which disappeared. But you've been well noticed. Even I can't know the exact truth because our family has been altered for generations."

"Why have you been doing such a stupid thing for two hundred years! The war is over!

"You already know that, right? It's not over yet. We just kept waiting for the Kingdom of Legions to forget the war and make peace."

Count Perciris let his eyes remain intact and lift both ends of his mouth.

"You laughed ridiculously, but that's the significance of my life. We only leap to make the Lord king. Failure to do so means that everything that has been built up by the clan, will be in vain. Don't you understand?"

"Charles... that's what he believed you were threatened by Doma. That's why I risked my life, traveling around the Dark City alone!

"Hmm."

Count Percilis blinks.

Charles was unusually familiar with Dark City Dredda.

So much so that even the city's informant felt odd.

Perhaps that was due to some form of information obtained from Count Percilis, the true ruler of Dark City Dredda.

The oddity was evident in Charles' behavior.

Charles said to help his best friend, but it's hard to believe that he hadn't seen him in years and had taken him to a dangerous place many times to help a friend who was already likely dead.

In fact, Charles was saddened by the death of his best friend, but he accepted.

I was so ready.

It was perhaps for Count Percilis that he gathered information on Doma without the help of private soldiers and without regard to the danger many times.

You must have believed that when the Dark City Dredda would crumble if only Doma were gone and Count Perciris would be the rightful lord.

"Yeah, of course I know that. I was the one who induced you to think that."

Count Percilis said that with ease as if it were nothing.

"If my stepdaughter were to be tragically murdered in a dark city, it would be an unparalleled appeal to me to block in and neglect politics. The royal family will not question my sincerity no matter what kind of failure I play. It was necessary for her to die tragically in the Dark City in the final finish."

"For that matter..."

"That...? Look, we don't do this on the battlefield, like the life of one poor kid beats the outcome, Lambert Dracroix. Don't you see, poor general, who was responsible for politics? That's the way I thought, so I got in the way later and got wiped out of the queen."

At the end of Lambert's gaze, which was taken in disquiet, Count Percilis sighed heavily.

"Than the original, to kill later, I took Charles away. But people like you... No, I didn't expect a monster to show up. The Eight Wise Men also said that if you had told them a little earlier, they would have done more."

"... Enough, enough. There's no reason to talk to you."

Lambert pulled out the great sword and stepped into the great staircase.

"Later, I'll be a little more honest with you before I hear it out."

"Hey, go. Stop that demon."

A shadow rose from behind him to respond to the words of Count Perciris.

The shadow gently crossed the hand rub and jumped to the center of the great staircase.

It was Troinia, an old swordsman wrapped in lightweight armor.

With tough eyes that don't look good for your age, you stare at Lambert.

"Has it been twenty years since you killed all the royal scouts? Don't be serious in a while, Troinia. Is your arm dull? Wave your sword fully."

"Yes, my lord."

Troinia speaks quietly.

Previously, there was no shadow of a loathsome old swordsman who had made a mockery of his own Lord.

Both Count Perciris and Troinia were of the essence.