Chapter 210 : Chapter 210
Chapter 210. Telegram from an Unknown Sender
Levarsen, the capital of the Empire.
Even in the brilliantly developed capital, the most splendid place was the Imperial Palace.
In that Imperial Palace was the 2nd Prince, Arteo Kudente Cretian.
Arteo sat in the reception room and asked his subordinate.
“What happened with the 4th Princess?”
The subordinate standing in front of Arteo opened his mouth with a troubled expression.
“That is, as you know, Prince, it happened inside the Academy so...... it is not exact, but.”
“No need to beat around the bush. Just say it.”
“......It seems she failed.”
Arteo’s forehead twitched.
“What?”
Don't tell me Estina failed.
‘That spiteful one?’
Arteo disliked the 4th Princess, but there was also a corner he trusted.
For example, the belief that she would quickly dispose of the 8th Prince, who was still only a first-year at the Academy.
No matter how lucky the 8th Prince was, he wasn't a genius.
A genius referred to someone like the 9th Prince.
In Arteo’s eyes, the 8th Prince was nothing more than a persistent guy.
However, no matter how persistent, the difference in skill between a first-year and a fourth-year at the Academy was like heaven and earth.
What Arteo trusted was Estina’s skill.
Her potential to survive in the Academy for 4 years was real.
“Did the 8th Prince grow in that short time?”
“According to rumors, he climbed the Combat Tower the highest among the first-years.”
Even the 2nd Prince’s informants wouldn't have been able to find out more than that.
Because the Academy’s restrictions were powerful.
But just hearing that the 8th Prince climbed the Combat Tower the highest allowed Arteo to realize many things.
He was also an Academy graduate.
As a Combat Magic major, the meaning the Combat Tower held for him was special.
The height of the tower cleared was proof of magic skill and pride.
Arteo also put in all kinds of efforts to climb even one floor higher before graduating.
‘But that guy climbed the highest among the first-years?’
Arteo’s blood pressure rose.
Ideally, he wanted to personally eliminate that guy instead of making plans like this.
Those assassin bastards, and the 4th Princess too.
There was no one he could trust.
“Ha, how do I screw that guy over......?”
However, stepping forward directly was an act that lacked dignity.
Above all, his younger sister Shartea wouldn't forgive him.
Shartea hadn't contacted him since the semester started.
No matter how many letters and telegrams he sent, there was no reply.
Even if he insulted the 8th Prince’s smelly territory, how could she be so cold to her one and only brother?
Given the situation, if she knew he was trying to kill the 8th Prince, there would definitely be an uproar.
He really hated to admit it, but this was the reality.
‘Sly snake-like guy......! How did you coax my younger sister!’
Anger surged again.
As expected, he couldn't just stay still.
“Right. I should eliminate what is precious to that guy first.”
“Pardon? What are you referring to......?”
“Well, what that guy considers most precious.......”
Arteo was speechless for a moment.
Usually, the method he used in times like this was to eliminate the people around the target one by one.
Because anyone would be shaken if their weakness was touched.
But thinking about it, the 8th Prince had no family.
Wasn't the 8th Prince’s only twin brother aiming for his neck too?
Flustered, Arteo came up with another method.
“That’s right. There was that guy’s smelly territory.”
If he touched the territory solely owned by the 8th Prince, even the 8th Prince would take a hit.
It was the moment Arteo made up his mind maliciously.
CREAK.
The door to the reception room where Arteo was sitting opened, and a man with an expressionless face entered.
He was a person with no change in expression as if wearing a mask.
With an impression that not even a needle would penetrate, he discovered the 2nd Prince and bowed his head in greeting.
“Arteo-nim, have you been well.”
Arteo also accepted his greeting.
“Isn't it Davit Stinger.”
The place they were in was the Emperor’s Palace.
Arteo had come to have an audience with His Majesty the Emperor.
There were few people in the Empire who could have a private audience with the Emperor.
Only royals or key figures moving the Empire.
That expressionless man was on his way out after entering the Emperor’s office.
Arteo smacked his lips looking at Davit, the 2nd Vice Minister of Administration.
A person who can express his dissenting opinion to His Majesty the Emperor.
Furthermore, a person without any significant backing.
He was a covetable talent.
The only flaw, if any, was that he wasn't of noble origin.
“Do you still have no intention of standing on my side? If it is someone of your caliber, no matter how lowly a commoner, I can include you in my faction.”
At Arteo’s words, Davit bowed his head again.
“I am grateful for your words, but I have no intention of becoming anyone’s follower.”
After bowing deeply, he passed Arteo and left the reception room.
Arteo’s gaze followed the back of his head.
Lowly.......
Davit chewed over his words without expression.
If it were an Empire ruled by a royal with such thoughts, it was obvious.
A person who isn't obvious, huh.
There was a person who came to Davit’s mind.
The powerless Prince he met by going all the way to Marcellent last weekend.
‘It is a useless thought. He has no intention of becoming the Emperor.’
Davit recalled the 8th Prince, whose insides were difficult to read.
To rise to the position assisting the head of the Administration at a young age, the ability to grasp people was basic.
Even for him, the 8th Prince was an opponent not easy to grasp.
He could know for sure that he had no greed for power, but he couldn't fully grasp the 8th Prince’s intentions.
‘No. There is no need to think deeply.’
Davit shook his head and erased thoughts of the 8th Prince.
Although he met the 8th Prince, he hadn't decided what to do yet.
As he left the reception room, the sound of the 2nd Prince instructing in a low voice was heard in his ears.
“Release the magical beast herders on that guy’s territory.......”
* * *
Peaceful Raviedel.
Chariot, the Lord’s Deputy, came out to the empty lot early in the morning and was training.
His goal was to increase his magic power capacity.
It was a necessary process to summon the Great Spirit he contracted with.
Because the Great Spirit exhausted all its power after contracting with Chariot, it went under the lake and fell asleep.
To protect the territory and to protect the tourism business the Lord Radel developed diligently, Chariot had to make an effort and become stronger.
‘Mana is everywhere.’
Chariot recalled the teachings of Armandy, who was no different from his master, and closed his eyes, opening his senses to feel the flow of mana.
It was then.
Something dangerous was detected.
“What is this? This has never happened before.”
Chariot opened his eyes and looked up at the sky.
Because the dangerous aura was felt from above.
Really, the sky was darkening.
‘Is it a Griffin?’
Was there a Griffin beyond the clouds casting a shadow?
Perhaps the Griffin the Lord raised was bored because its master wasn't there, so it sometimes came down to the village.
However, this time it didn't feel like that.
- KYYAAAK!
- SKREEEE!
Ominous screams incomparable to a Griffin’s cry tore through the sky.
FLAP!
Soon, the identity of the ominous cry revealed itself.
Monsters with the body of a bird and the head of a woman.
A flock of Harpies covered the sky.
- SKREEEE!
- KIIIK!
“Harpies?”
Because Harpies usually inhabit the seaside, they didn't come this far inland.
However, without even time to feel strange, Chariot moved quickly.
He had to evacuate the territory residents and inform the Lizardmen of the danger.
“What is this sound!”
“What is that in the sky!”
Fortunately, the Lizardmen who sensed the crisis were already drawing their swords and running out.
The Harpies, circling over the village and looking down at the territory, cried among themselves exchanging signals.
- SKREEEE!
- KYAAK!
Then they swooped down to the village like arrows.
Their targets were the children with small bodies.
WHIZ!
Someone bravely blocked the Harpy swooping down toward the children.
- KIEEEK!
It was the Griffin!
THWACK!
The Griffin spread its wings, flew over, and struck the Harpy’s side, sending it flying.
- SKREEEE!
However, the number of enemies was too high.
Soon, the Griffin was also surrounded by Harpies.
- KIEEEK!
The Griffin cried out, threatening the Harpies.
The Lizardmen watching that from below burst into rage.
“Those winged things dare attack our Griffin!”
“Ah, frustrating! We can't drag them down to the ground one by one!”
“Isn't there any good way, Brother?”
It was the moment the Harpies surrounded the Griffin and were about to start attacking with their beaks.
WHOOSH!
A huge spear flew and pierced a Harpy’s wing.
- KYYAAAK!
The Lizardmen and territory residents were startled and looked at where the spear flew from.
There stood people they were seeing for the first time.
“Where do these winged things come from, running wild in someone else’s territory?”
“That’s right! Even though we haven't even arrived yet. Isn't that right, Commander?”
Is it a mercenary group?
Or a knight order?
While the territory residents were confused, their leader revealed himself.
He was a man with a large scar crossing his face.
“Is this Raviedel? There are a lot of birds.”
He looked up at the sky and grinned.
“Let’s catch them all in celebration of our arrival! Dinner tonight is roasted whole bird!”
“Sounds good!”
“YAAAH!”
Chariot watched their performance dumbfounded.
I am thankful for the help but...... who are they?
* * *
Academy’s Black Falcon Dormitory.
Radel received two telegrams that just flew in.
One was a telegram sent by Chariot from Raviedel, and the other had no name written on it.
A telegram from an unknown sender, huh.
“It makes me want to open these kinds of things first.”
Radel muttered to himself and opened the telegram.
Two short lines were written there.
Beware of magical beasts.
Territory.
“Does it mean to beware of magical beasts?”
It was difficult content to understand.
Radel immediately opened the next telegram.
This time, Chariot’s neat handwriting was revealed.
Flock of Harpies appeared in the territory.
Meteor Shower Knights appeared.
Resolved with the help of the Knights.
“What does this mean now?”
It was content even harder to understand than before.
Didn't it mean the Meteor Shower Knights were in Raviedel right now?
Especially in the passage that the Meteor Shower Knights appeared, Chariot’s bewilderment seemed to be felt.
It seemed he received a shock no different from monsters appearing.
Radel nodded without realizing it.
Indeed, seeing the Knight Commander, it was understandable.
But since Chariot got along well with Lizardmen, he would adapt to the Meteor Shower Knights quickly too.
‘Can I take it as meaning they want to become followers?’
Radel didn't think this situation was bad anyway.
Having a knight order officially stay in the territory gave a different sense of stability.
If they combined strength with the Lizardmen, they would become a decent force.
By the way, who sent this telegram from an unknown sender?
Seeing that a flock of Harpies appeared in the territory, the person who sent this telegram seemed to have wanted to warn Radel.
“I don't know who it is, but they are a good person.”
Radel passed it over lightly.
Anyway, he thought it must be someone trying to help him.
In fact, there was something more important right now than digging into the telegram from an unknown sender.
Because there was a summons from Professor Marianne in the afternoon.
It was a signal that midterms were starting soon.