Iron Blood Earl Riccianne

And the other guild members rushed in and began to ambush the elders. There was no longer a need. The elders had already been quietly cornered as if they had given up everything, and were dragged away by guild members.

Joel looks through the empty room and mutters in a small voice.

“Phew! It's finally over! ”

Half a year of governance has finally come to an end. There is a strange feeling of devastation, but even for a moment, Joel nods with a fulfilling face.

Then the man who went out came inside. The moment I learned that Joel was qualified for the Master, I was the first to pledge my allegiance and Grehen was the biggest actor on the show.

He was quite a romantic, in a way, believing in the tradition that only the man with the Dagger of Kleus could ascend to the Master's throne. But as much as I did, I had absolute loyalty to the Master, and I was the person Joel needed the most.

He was also a person who could play a big role in the chaotic atmosphere of the leadership being demolished and a new person ascending to the master.

“Is everything clear? ”

“Yes, Master. All that's left is to repair the inside of the guild. Let's move on to the Master's seat. ”

“Well done. What did I tell you to find out? ”

“If not, I'm checking the data warehouse now and gathering information. I think we'll be done in five days at the latest. ”

“Okay, good job. Let's go, then. ”

Joel makes his move, and Grehen walks behind him.

The guild members who clean up bloodied floors, walls, and corpses were just showing the fierceness of the boss.

Joel and Grehen follow the long corridor around a few corners and arrive at the dark-painted door at the end. After Klaus disappeared, the room had been left without its owner for a long time. It was the executive office of the art room guild master.

“Phew!”

Joel takes a deep breath and reaches out.

Yuck!

The door opens and the view in the room falls into Joel's sight, shouting for a long time, perhaps neglected.

A bookshelf with a desk, a big chair, and books from all walks of life. And thick dirt piled up all over the room.

It was a sight to see how the Ten Persons Conference, which had run the art room guild on behalf of the master, had neglected the management here and had refused the appearance of a new master.

Buck, buck, buck.

Joel's footsteps are clearly marked on the thick pile of dust. Joel, standing in front of the chair, unhesitantly buries himself in the chair.

Pussy!

A thick pile of dust rises up and makes the room sprinkle. However, Joel buries himself deeply into the chair without any hesitation.

Then Grehen bows his head deeply.

“Congratulations, Master! ”

* * *

“Wow! That's amazing! ”

Wolf glances out the window and bursts into amazement with a sincere expression.

“Hey, you can't just look at it. I need to see it for myself. Ugh! Just thinking about it scares me. ”

Yulia, sitting on the couch in the room, reflectively shrouds her shoulders and exclaims.

“Are you that great? ”

“Khh, can't you see it now? I told him everything he couldn't. ”

“Well……. ”

Even with a nod, Wolf can't take his eyes off the view from outside the window.

The entrance to Lycaen's mansion in the capital city. Lycaen stands there frowning. Tom, who was guarding the entrance, was shaking his chin and looking at the scene in front of him. And the one in front of Ricaien.

“Please, Lord Frocus! Please accept me! ”

A young man clinging to Lycaen in begging. It was Rudy Poldenwein.

Lycaen flashed and said, "I don't know."

“Confucius Rudil. Didn't I tell you that your father, Sir Poldenbine, might be in trouble? ”

“Trouble? Didn't I tell you my father spoke very highly of my determination that getting trained by a good prosecutor like Sir Procures is an even better opportunity? ”

Rudyl clings to Lycaen for nothing more than training in swordsmanship.

Rudyl, who had carefully observed the terrifying dangers of Lycaen at the banquet hall that day, was confident that if she could learn that sword, she would be able to win the battle against Senna and win her love.

He told his father the idea and came after three days with his permission. So, no matter what Lycaen says, he can hang on like this.

“Haaa!”

Lycaen sighs and looks at Rudyl. And I asked for someone who wasn't here.

Where the hell are you going? ’

It reminds me of what Keith said at the banquet hall a few days ago.

Good head, good face, good body, good swordsmanship, good sense of politics. He doesn't miss a thing. ’

That was ridiculous. The man in front of Riyaen's eyes is just a loose cannon.

Then suddenly I had a good idea in my head.

“What the hell is Rudy doing with a sword? ”

“You will win a duel with Senna and earn her love. ”

“Huh!”

Seeing Rudyl's expression, answering why he asked the obvious, Lycaen burst his unwittingly worthless truth. I had already anticipated it, but I didn't expect to say it with such confidence.

Lycaen takes a short breath and says with a solemn expression.

“As a nobleman, mastering swordsmanship is meant to be the nobleman of knights and soldiers below and the power of the king above. But Rudyl will only master swordsmanship for such a selfish reason? ”

Sometimes the ideal technique can be the answer. Lycaen thought that if he said this, he would be embarrassed and back off for now. But Rudy wasn't so desperate to take a step back.

“I think the one who can devote everything for someone is the one who can love and rule his people as a great nobleman. How can one who does not love even one person truly love many people? ”

"Did he oil his tongue?" ’

Whether it makes sense or not, I put it to good use. Suddenly, there was a slight suspicion on Lycaen's face.

Is that true? ’

That reminds me of what Caith said about Rudy being a good guy.

The problem was that he was misusing his talents. And it's ruining Lycaen's temper.

Lycaen feels blood splattered on his forehead, and he looks at Rudy as if to kill him. But despite his good looks, Rudyl's shoulders were wide open and he only saw Lycaen.

‘Ha! Have you seen this bastard...' ’

I thought I'd get Rudy trained right away. Earl Frost knights fear the most, physical training.

Of course I couldn't. It is because we know that the training is good to misunderstand as harassing or punishing people.

Actually, it's not a big deal to tell him how to practice and show him how to use a sword. But it was a good idea to misunderstand that Earl Eisenhower had joined Earl Romon. It is obvious that even Earl Romon's clan would think the same.

The biggest reason, of course, is because I didn't want to give it to Rudyl, the punk.

Eventually, Lycaen had no choice but to modify the method.

“Hey, Duke Rudyl. ”

“Yes, Sir Frocus. ”

“You know there are many things to think about when it comes to teaching swordsmanship to successors of other families, right? ”

“Of course.”

“So go home today. My bear will think about it, and when it comes down to it, I'll give you a separate message. ”

After confirming that he wouldn't die if he just refused, I had to calm him down and send him back.

Rudyl glanced at Lycaen and said,

“Very well. I'll go back to my personal training and wait for you to come to my training." ”

“I can't give you my answer... but I'll take it seriously for now. ”

“Yes, Sir Frocus! ”

Rudy greets you and goes back the way he came.

“Haaa!”

Lycaen sighs for a long time and looks back at Rudy as he moves away.

“Erai, you frictionless bastard. ”

It was then.

“Huh, is there anyone who cares about you that much? ”

A sudden tapping of the ear. It was also a sound from a very close distance.

“Who are you?”

Lycaen slams toward the sound as she shouts. But there was nothing there.

And the faint noise that moves behind your back.

“Suck!”

Surprised, Lycaen quickly twists his waist and reaches out. But this time, Lycaen just grabbed the void with nothing left.

‘This can't be...! ’

The moment the second attack failed, one person came to mind. And a cold smile on the lips of Lycaen.

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