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Episode 173 〈Preparation for the future. 〉

Mabel and Marcel were frozen and lowered their heads.

After visiting Aslan, it took about a month to come straight to the Holy Empire at full speed.

It was also difficult to ride a wyvern due to the weather, so it took a while to ride a carriage.

The twins shivered.

Although I was tired from the long journey, there was no time to rest.

It’s not just the twins who are frozen.

Paladins are lined up in the throne room of the Holy Emperor.

Even the Paladins, who barely moved at all, broke into a cold sweat between their helmets.

To the left and right, nobles and priests bow their heads in a rigid state.

Ambassadors from other countries were watching the red carpet in the center.

‘What happened?’

‘Why on earth are we like this in front of friendly people…’

Also, Belog, Hilda’s blacksmith and the head of the dwarves.

There is also Harmon, who leads the Holy Cross.

‘More than when I was in Hilda’s territory.’

‘…Are you angry? ‘Because you couldn’t find any clues about Ruppel?’

Belog let out an exclamation, and Harmon, who had not heard the report about Ruppel, broke into a cold sweat.

One of the ambassadors from another country mustered up the courage to raise his head.

The Ambassador is in a daze, as if he is suffering from anemia.

There was something reflected in the ambassador’s eyes in his blurry gaze.

‘That’s… the Holy King!’

A man wearing mountain goat skull bone armor sits proudly on a throne.

Every time I saw the white airflow flowing from my body, my body became heavy with pressure.

On the left, the Death Knight King Rahamma, wearing black armor and a hood, stood with a mace in both hands, and on the right, an undead lich covered in robes was holding a long 2m musket.

‘It’s like watching Sword King Oscar and Cardinal Raphael.’

And King Seong looked like the devil from a fairy tale.

No, it may be something worse than them.

There are twin brothers standing on either side, and they are also bowing their heads, probably because they are nervous.

-Do you dare to raise your head proudly in front of the king?

Rahamma raises his head.

The eye light inside my skull is burning.

The ambassadors’ spines were tingled by the intense murder.

The person who raised his head quickly lowered it.

Nasus said, clinking his teeth together.

-Kneel down, humans.

They instinctively knelt down.

He hesitantly placed his hands on the floor and lowered his head.

As an ambassador to another country, it would have been enough to just bow down, but it was natural enough to be considered rude.

Fear paralyzed their reason.

“Everyone get out.”

The Holy Knights and nobles moved at a single word from the Holy King.

‘No, don’t go out!’

‘Don’t leave us alone!’

The ambassadors screamed inwardly.

However, those who were afraid of the Holy King left the throne room.

The door closes tightly.

The ambassadors’ hearts were pounding and they felt desperate.

thud-.

As the door closed, there was an eerie silence.

Some of the lines were breathless.

I feel like I’m going to lose my mind from the pressure.

‘No, come to your senses.’

I shout inside.

That came out of my mouth without me realizing it.

“Come to your senses…”

The ambassadors froze in shock.

I glared at the muttered lines as if they were going to kill me.

The silence was broken for a moment.

“I know why you came here. It must be because the Holy Emperor’s Kingdom is training an army.”

No one could say a word due to the heavy voice.

The only thing they could do was to bow their heads further and express their approval.

“We have no intention of invading. “I just want to stop Ragnarök. The end.”

“The end of Joe?”

The ambassadors were unable to make a decision.

The end? Ragnarok was also an unfamiliar word.

Looking at the current situation, the ambassadors had no choice but to be mistaken. They had no

longer heard anything about preventing the apocalypse.

The Holy King in front of them would actually cause the apocalypse. It seemed like,

‘The Holy King is planning to invade the continent.’

‘Oh my god, are they trying to take over the world?’

‘He’s like the devil in a fairy tale. There’s no way he wouldn’t do that.’

When the ambassadors were in confusion, the Holy King said,

“I will inform you, Mabel Marcel.”

They did not call him brother.

As it was an official position, the Holy King had a much higher status.

The twins were startled and looked at Allen with trembling eyes.

The Holy King raised his head.

“Show me and tell me. The end.”

The twins closed their eyes tightly.

And when they unleashed their powers, the ambassadors screamed.

The ambassadors covered their heads. They

fell to the floor and trembled.

They would see.

Giants mercilessly slaughtering humans and destroying the civilization that humanity had built. And

he must have heard.

The only being who can stop it.

“That is…”

“Your Majesty!”

In an instant, the ambassadors came to their senses.

They fell into their seats sobbing. They

even forgot to show courtesy in front of the Holy King.

They looked at the Holy King with blank expressions.

“What do you think?”

The Holy King’s majestic voice:

“That is Ragnarok.”

The ambassadors’ eyes shook.

They took a deep breath and relaxed their entire bodies.

“The giants will advance with the army of blood.”

Demons and Jotuns are devouring the continent.

“We want to stop it. That’s why we need your power.”

The ambassadors saw it with their own eyes.

The only country that can stop this is the Holy Emperor.

“Your power is needed for humanity.”

Ambassadors are dispatched from numerous countries.

They were diplomats who represented the country and would control its fate.

The ambassadors came to their senses and tidied up their clothes.

I knelt again and bowed my head to be polite.

“…what can we do? “Good luck, Your Majesty.”

“Don’t hold back on your support. We will be your shield and sword.”

The ambassadors hesitated and spoke cautiously.

“We have witnessed the end with our own eyes. But our kings will not respond, saying it is clearly a lie.”

“Then it’s simple.”

King Seong nodded and said.

“If persuasion fails, convey the speculation that the Holy Emperor may be planning a war of aggression.”

The lines became stiff.

“Then we can at least prepare for war.”

“Ha haona.”

“Our war will begin in five years. Until then, train knights, train wizards, develop weapons, and research magic.”

“That will be the strength to protect humanity. “You can do that, right?”

The ambassadors bowed their heads.

“I will follow.”

The Holy King’s eyes turned to look at Belog and Harman behind the ambassadors.

“Head of the dwarves, listen.”

“Yes, Your Majesty King Seong.”

Belog stood up hesitantly, approached, and knelt down again.

“There is something you must do.”

“Please give me your name.”

King Seong waved his hand in the air.

At that moment, a heavy sound was heard in front of Belog.

Belog’s eyes widened as he looked ahead.

In front of him was the Warhammer wielded by the Holy Celt, and the Aman’s Staff spellbook used by the Holy King.

“I’ll leave this job to you.”

The Holy King’s bone-covered finger pointed at the legendary weapons.

“Make a window I can handle.”

Belog raised his head in confusion.

The eye light inside the Holy King’s skull is facing Belog.

“You can do it, right?”

“It’s impossible….”

“It will be possible.”

King Seong was sure.

Seran’s [Foresight] The spear within it.

Allen, who became successful, used the Celtic [Thunderbolt].

This was a power derived from the warhammer used by the Celts.

Also, at that time, Allen did not use Amon’s staff or spellbook.

There must be a reason why you can’t use those two.

It’s a future that will definitely happen.

In that case, making a window will also be absolutely successful.

“Can you do it?”

At the words of the Holy King, Belog closed his mouth. He

looked down at the weapons for a moment and broke into a cold sweat.

Numerous thoughts passed through his mind.

“It is possible….”

“How long will it take?”

“I think it will be about four years.”

“It’s taking a long time.”

“It won’t take long to complete. However.”

Belog lowered his head and said,

“It will take time to convince my acquaintance. Please leave it to me.”

“Good. As soon as it is completed, send it to the Duchy of Ariana, Kingdom of Franz.”

“I understand. My friend is also near the Kingdom of Franz… so it won’t be that difficult.”

King Seong was not impatient.

If it’s God’s foreknowledge, there must be a reason for it.

There is an advantage to knowing the definite future.

King Seong looked at Haman this time.

“Harman.”

“Yes, please do so.”

Harmon broke into a cold sweat.

“There is what you are looking for in the Duchy of Ariana in the northwest Kingdom of Franz.”

Harman stopped and looked at King Seong in surprise.

“I feel sorry for you, but I want you to work there for five years. I will be dispatched there as an apprentice paladin. “Report in detail what happens there.”

“…All right.”

Holy King Allen tapped the armrest of the throne with his finger.

This set the conditions to a certain extent. There was

only one thing to do now.

Wait.

Build strength and wait.

Allen glanced at the sides.

The two twins were scared. They were trembling.

Allen put his hands on their heads and said,

“…Thank you for your hard work, brother.”

A small murmur.

The twins’ trembling stopped at that.

Ambassadors from each country hurriedly opened the door to the throne room and came out.

They were exhausted from the continued tension.

At that moment when they felt thirsty, Charlotte was standing in front of the throne room.

In her hand was a tray. Water bottles were placed together.

“Ah, aren’t you the Marquis of Charlotte?”

Charlotte bowed her head with an expressionless face and greeted the ambassadors,

“Drink and go.”

“Thank you.”

One by one, the ambassadors held water bottles filled with water, or rather, holy water that Allen had made. The

sweaty ambassadors drank it without noticing anything and moved away.

Charlotte looked behind them and lowered her head as she saw the Holy King between the open throne room doors.

‘. ..the perfect guy.’

Allen had a taste in his skull.

Even if he had seen the apocalypse himself and instilled fear with Amon’s relics, five years was too long.

During that time, the ambassadors’ thoughts could have deteriorated.

But if they were fed holy water, those thoughts would disappear. It would be friendly to the Holy Empire to some extent.

Even though she was not told to do so, Charlotte acted tactfully.

The ambassadors left the Holy Empire.

Belog went to the mountains deeper than the Kingdom of Franz, and Harman went to the Duchy of Ariana.

With this, preparations were completed.

**

Three months later, Belog passed through the Kingdom of Franz and was wandering through the ice mountains with his skilled dwarves.

White snowballs were falling in the northwest.

In the heavy snow, dwarves dressed in wool breathed their breath.

They carried a burden much larger than themselves. I climbed the mountain path carrying the lump.

“No, Captain. Are there really skilled blacksmiths in these mountains?”

“There is a person who is much more skilled than me.”

“What? Human? Humans are more skilled than the captain?”

“Oh my God, you can’t do that, Captain. Where have the honor and pride of the dwarves gone?”

The dwarves are clamoring.

“I have good weapons. If I lose them, I’ll be in big trouble. They are all legendary weapons given to me by His Majesty the Holy King. And if you look closely, the person with great skills is truly an incredible human being. You too will have a lot to learn.”

Belog broke out in a cold sweat.

To be honest, even Belog thought he had lost out to that human.

“You can’t believe you’re learning from a human.”

“We also have pride.”

“The person we are about to meet is the Archduke.”

The dwarves were startled by Belog’s words.

“Grand Duke?”

“Oh my god, do you really believe in that superstition?”

“There is no way the Archduke actually exists.”

The dwarves clicked their tongues.

The Grand Duke.

He was a being who was dismissed as the legend of a blacksmith.

The weapons he made were praised as divine weapons, and it was even said that he had the ability to turn an ordinary person into a king.

Rumor had it that it was the weapon staff of the old Necromancer King Amon. There was even a rumor going around that he was the one who created the magic book.

“He definitely exists. He was once indebted to the Grand Duke when he escaped as a slave.”

The dwarves tensed up.

It didn’t seem like Belog was joking.

He raised his head and was able to spot a small cabin in the harsh snowstorm.

“…I found it.”

Belog walked quickly.

Arriving in front of the hut, Belog became nervous.

Swallowing dry saliva, he knocked.

There was no response.

Belog held the door carefully.

‘I’m sure he’s not dead, right?’

It was quite a long time ago.

It had been over 25 years since we had met, so the old man may have died by now.

Belog tensed and opened the door.

It was an empty cabin.

“There’s nothing there.”

“There’s no furniture.”

While the dwarves were complaining, Belog burst into laughter with a happy expression.

“Haha! He’s still alive! After all, you have to be persistent to be a blacksmith!”

Although the cabin was empty, he could feel the warmth.

He was definitely alive.

“What are you guys doing?”

At that time, Belog heard a longing voice from behind him.

He looked back with a bright smile.

There stood the legendary figure of the blacksmith. He was in his

late 70s, had a wrinkled face, but had a bulky body covered in muscles, and was holding the beast he had hunted behind his back. The old man carrying it.

“Grand Duke!”

“…Is it Belog?”

Archduke

Avaldi, wearing a human mask, was frowning.


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