Chapter 127
Impellias considered it their mission to elevate their truth to the national religion, but, at any rate, the God on whom the current King had sworn his oath of succession, holding his crown, was the God of Mando.
To say that they would lose a war waged in the King’s name was, at least in this country, something no one should utter.
“Still so docile. Fearing rebellion.”
“I just want to live quietly. So what do you want me to do?”
“Everyone is exhausted from the long war. Everyone despises the royalist nobles, who are the powerful figures of Mando.”
The only ones who amassed wealth as a result of the long holy war were the royalist nobles, who held high positions in Mando. They started wars and then sold supplies to earn vast sums of money. In that process, it was the soldiers, who had neither power nor money, who were sacrificed in the name of God.
“Everyone wants a new order, a new God.”
“……”
“Just as Ragnar, who returned after ending the holy war, shocked everyone.”
The one who instantly elevated Impellias to a force commensurate with the national religion was Ragnar, the young Holy Knight who had returned long ago after ending the holy war. His youth, his beauty, his strength left a deep and lasting impression on the people of the capital.
Lukwell, Daphne’s land, was a city that had achieved wealth through active trade. Lukwell harbored much dissatisfaction with the capital’s control over their land, using the holy war happening in a distant land as a pretext for the national religion. The Grand Duke of Lukwell also had reason to swiftly end the King’s holy war and elevate their God to the national religion.
“Rescue the defeated God from a lost war and show everyone a young, new order.”
“……”
“Then, it won’t be Mando that has won, but our God.”
“…”
“Just like Ragnar did.”
Daphne’s golden eyes provocatively looked up at Exion. Exion unconsciously inhaled.
“You will become the greatest Holy Knight of the next generation. You can go to the center of Impellias’s power. Above the people who rejected and pointed fingers at you.”
“…S**t. What nonsense.”
Exion deliberately uttered a coarser curse. He felt somewhat awkward, having been a little overwhelmed by the Grand Duchess’s boldness.
“Listen clearly, I don’t care if it’s Mando or Salma or whoever dies, and I have no intention of receiving adulation from Impellias hypocrites with this red hair.”
“Honor, power?”
“Impellias’s honor, it’s just disgusting.”
Exion said as if chewing and swallowing through his teeth. It was honest sincerity.
“If I only have a sword in my hand, I don’t need any of that.”
“Hmm.”
“Because if I have a sword, I can protect them, even without their recognition or the sect’s power.”
The face Exion showed at that moment was more serious than ever.
“My people.”
“……”
“So stop talking nonsense. Even hearing such words is unpleasant. Don’t cause trouble.”
“You’re so foolish, that’s why you live such a meager life. Third Commander.”
“Meager?”
At that word, the mustachioed man following Exion reacted first.
Despite the burly adult man’s threatening expression, Daphne didn’t even twitch an eyebrow.
“That’s why, despite having that ignorant strength, you’re just, just a mercenary on the borderlands, earning pennies.”
“……”
“While being scorned with such nonchalance.”
Daphne slightly extended the tip of her tongue. Exion’s neatly furrowed brow creased again.
Would that distinguished Theogrim really know she was acting like this? Both of them were hypocritical and skilled at feigning innocence, truly a well-matched pair.
“…Mind your own business.”
Exion did not fall for Daphne’s provocation. Power, honor—to Exion, it was all just talk from another continent.
Currently, Exion’s concern was only one thing.
“…Come back safely.”
The moment he recalled that cotton candy-like voice, his body warmed. The sensation of her soft body, as if holding a cloud, was vivid even at this moment.
…It had only been three days since he left, but he already yearned for the Rosenburg domain.
Had there ever been a single moment in his life when he missed the Rosenburg domain? Had there ever been a moment when he believed it was a place to return to? It had merely been a place he grudgingly lived, and he had felt nothing but hatred from all the holy, f****d-up things that existed there.
“……”
Just having one maid who was as hated as himself, the Rosenburg domain had become the most beautiful place in the world to Exion.
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