Troller

Castles are not just architecture.

Even if it's just a cost, you need more materials than you need to build a similar mansion or house, consume a lot of manpower, and require a lot of construction skills, and there's an overwhelming cost to maintenance.

Because this is a good example of the power's ability to build and maintain such things, powers such as nobility and royalty have tended to think of castles as symbols that embody the honor and pride of themselves and their families rather than just the meaning of defensive strongholds.

For such people, the appearance of being crushed by beating the castle single-handedly was a disaster.

Winning the battle alone against a thousand photowarriors was closer to the sound of a thunderbolt than the fall or crush of Grefs.

Because of this, the nobles also suspected that they had used something different, and sent someone to check the condition of the castle.

What they found was the image of the Duke of Graves, who was wandering through the rubble of his castle and struggling to reclaim even a fraction of his fortune.

Of course, that effort was in vain.

As soldiers surrounded the quadrant and the cavalry was preparing for an assault, a squirrel climbed the wall to rob the secret vault of Duke Graves and all his hidden possessions.

Most of the soldiers in the cavalry ran away, and the cavalry had no body, and the horses they were riding had no way of knowing where they had fled. The castle was destroyed and even the precious metals they had hidden in preparation for it were stolen.

Although the camps themselves did not disappear and some of the property, including the mansion, remained when they went up to the capital, the problem was that most soldiers had no way of ensuring their safety while they were travelling to the deserted Terra Capital.

No wonder, but Duke Greaves was not a very reputable lord.

What if it is said that he is headed to the capital without being properly protected?

It was obvious from the beginning that those who sought his possessions, including those who had pride, would rise up like a swarm of bees and attack the Viscount and his family.

No, it might be better if you just hit them.

In the worst case scenario, the soldiers who were originally led by Viscount Greaves had the possibility of grasping the knife upside down and targeting the Viscount's family.

At this point, life is not a life.

Because of this, Duke Grefs asked them for help when other nobles' investigators came, and the investigators who wanted to find out more about the inner lining rushed him and his family back to the capital.

Little Grefs was halfway out of his mind, but it was not impossible to say what he saw or heard.

But he, the soldiers he had, the servants, the family, the royals and the nobles of the capital couldn't grasp the reed of whether to believe this or not.

I thought I could tell by myself what kind of method they were using, but their statements were more exaggerated than the rumors that were now spreading.

Even if he was incapacitated by just wielding the sword on the thirty horsemen, his eyes glowed red, and the demon came down from the sky and smashed the castle, which was hard to accept with normal thinking.

By this time, the royal and capital nobility were in chaos.

I didn't know what the number was, but the investigation team confirmed that the castle of Grefs had been transformed into an unknown pile of rubble.

Moreover, it was clear that the residents of the Holy Village, a little further away, went to the castle of Grefs alone without confronting the others.

By this time, the nobles who had sent the infants to Ibeloa had no idea when a tribute would appear in their territory and had no choice but to be proud.

And you are.

That is how the right-handed aristocrats were finally told of the quasi-equity.

“You're headed for Ted's castle? ”

Surprisingly, Junsung was moving towards the territory of Duke Tedran with a relaxing movement like a man who had left the cruise.

With the lion's mask on, the foreigner in the form of a ghost horse with a long cape and a fiery flame emanating from his eyes, most nobles sigh of relief once they know how to move along the path.

Only one person.

Except for Duke Tedran, who set his next objective.

Duchess Tedran, Grioli Consted Bruzen, hastily proposed to join forces with the royal and other nobles, but only polite rejection returned from them.

“Stupid! I don't know why they're next! ”

Grioli hastily returned to Tedran Castle, leading all those who remained in the capital as he pondered.

When he arrived at the castle, Junsung finally reached the border of Tedran territory in a relaxed manner.

As soon as he heard that Duke Tedran was approaching the castle, he made a troubling look and led all the soldiers out of the castle and waited for him.

Junsung approaches the entrance of Tetran Castle, which is located at the foot of the Yatmak Mountain, and once he sees the standing soldiers, he stops.

When he saw hundreds of soldiers standing open, he immediately understood that the rumors were not false.

Duke Tedran Grioli could only realise what he had to do now by treating himself like a quadrilateral.

“I see. Haha...”

He smiles like that for a moment, then slowly descends from the horse and approaches the quadrant.

And as he looked, he bowed under his horse's hoof and said,

“Surrender. Please have mercy. ”

“... ”

No matter how defeated in the Knights' Feud, the lords have never acted in this way.

Just kneeling to the opponent is perceived as a means of obedience.

Soldiers who were leaving the castle with a nervous expression and waiting for the award were embarrassed by the Lord's actions that led them out.

However, the face of Duke Tedran, who had done the same thing himself, was rather bold.

Humiliation, even shame, remained in his face.

Although there was some regret, it was not about his actions now.

Why didn't you think about meeting this guy yourself?

It was that regret that came to mind in the head of Duke Tedran Grioli.

Grioli fell down in front of the quadrant and was submerged in retribution.

Only when he first entered central politics did he have the ambition to become a different person from the royal and capital nobles, who only struggle for his own gain.

But over time, he began to assimilate with them, forgetting his first aspirations.

The power of one's self was too insignificant to take control of the capital's political system and spread his aspirations, and after adjusting to that reality, it was soaked in tarnishment.

Junsang looked at Grioli quietly and opened his mouth slowly.

“Surrender?”

“Yes.”

First of all, Joon Sang confirmed his words again.

“Then, what will you give me as reward for my hassle? ”

Grioli replied with a deeper grimace.

“I'll put the title down. ”

“... ”

Abandonment of title.

This cannot be quite a tragedy.

You should try defeating the Knight Feud because it is usually just a matter of giving the opponent an appropriate amount of compensation along with an apology.

Of course, that reputation and the weakening of its position was a bigger problem for the nobles, but it was something that could be handled sufficiently, and it was also a recoverable blow at any cost to the mind.

By the way, this middle-aged aristocrat was saying that he would give up his position in front of Joon-hyang without hesitation.

Of course, this was not a matter for his family to give up the title, but rather a matter specific to an individual named Grioli, so the next generation of titles would continue according to the established succession, but as an example of the forgiveness that could be done in Knight Feud, it was the best.

Junsung nodded and said again.

“What happened to the name of the Immortal sent to Ibeloa? ”

“Yes?”

Grioli raises her head with a puzzled expression, and responds in a hurry, astonished at her actions.

“This is Donnia.”

“Donia...”

Joon Sang left the name, and he said,

“Can you help her well in the future? ”

“... ”

Grioli did not understand the meaning of the word for a moment.

However, the next moment he felt a thunderous illusion in his head.

Oh, my God.

Is that the real reason you were protecting them?

Grioli only realized that.

What is the most fatal mistake made by nobles, including yourself.

It is too bad to hand over the powerful existence of Jun-san to the Princess of Eshtalen.

But giving blood to a kinsman to a stranger is also a disgrace.

So, the book of the prophecy was to take a young child as a foster child and send it to a seminarian.

However, they did not realize.

Whether you are of hereditary blood or whatever, you know that you are already entitled to succession at the time you are adopted.

Of course, it has been unprecedented for a woman to succeed to the throne alone, and if she could, she would have avoided it by entering into other bilateral agreements, but not if she asked if it was stipulated that it should never be done by law.

In other words, at the time they sent their foster children, they were given a way to legally take their title.

Grioli also realized.

I don't know why Jun-san, who has been silent for so long, has begun to destroy such a violent act as the destruction of the castle.

Duke Grefs was lucky.

He is merely the first example to show that a quasi-image can do this.

If he had eaten a little more ferociously, he would have been swept away by the destruction of the castle and slaughtered without a single worker, and the only surviving heir would have been the foster daughter of the unnamed Duke of Greves.

Grioli immediately felt her back wet with cold sweat.

What if he didn't show his intentions to surrender first?

If I hadn't put down the title as a token of my supreme apology, what tragedy was happening here now?

Grioli was forced to stumble, feeling the extreme dizziness of his mind.

Junsung quietly looked at Grioli, who was confused and unconscious, and asked him again.

“Hard?”

Grioli's mind flashed as she listened to him.

He realized one really important fact.

It is not only the noble families that sent the foster children.

The Delordan royal family did not repackage the foster daughter in the name of the Princess.

As soon as that fact came to mind, Grioli exclaimed deeply.

“Leave it to me! I will give you my name and help you with all my heart! ”