My Viins Episode 459


    66. The Silver Prince (14)


    After enough to soothe Atnte, who keeps talking nonsense about being a widow or a servant A few of Prince Ulkar’s friendly soldiers came to the woodworkers’ union area.


    “…what the hell, how did you know I was here?” “I’ve been questioning for a while. He left the headquarters without saying anything to his subordinates.”


    I hurriedly put on my clothes and left the tent, where I was greeted by Randell, a middle-aged man who was standing by the reins with the other troopers. Because of his rtionship with South Harbor, he is a particrly familiar man among Prince Silver’s endangered soldiers.


    “Yes what. There’s nothing to look at just sitting there. Did you get lost?”


    “It is not. It was very fortunate that Kyung was a celebrity in the city. As I already guessed, Mr. Randell did note to inquire about my well-being.


    “You are looking for me? A prince?”


    “yes.”


    “Is it something like a strategy meeting?”


    “I also don’t know your Highness’s intentions, but it’s probably not a meeting.”


    “J uu”


    There is nothing toe out unless you hold on to the wrong man and ask him questions. It would be better to face the prince soon. Coincidentally, I also didn’t have one or two questions I wanted to ask him.


    The ce Prince Ulkar had chosen as his residence was neither the headquarters of the guards where I was staying, nor the Permanent Courthouse, which had a simr role as City Hall, nor the cathedral of the Cndari Church where Princess Theodora was staying. Eisbowald’s mayor’s residence To be precise, it was the former mayor’s residence.


    During the Battle of Eisbobalt, the mayor’s residence, where several imperial knights and swordsmen led a handful of elite soldiers to fight for thest time, was burnt to ashes by the nudein warriors who were enraged at the injury of their leader.


    The traces of the captives were immediately taken away, but there was no time, materials, orbor to rebuild the magnificent building, so all that remained was a sparsely arranged fence and a few scorched beams.


    Thanks to that, it didn’t seem too bad to spread the military curtain. As it was the mayor’s mansion and also served as a government office to some extent, it was in the center of the city and had plenty of space.


    But just because it wasn’t bad didn’t mean it was great.


    Although the rubble of the official residence was removed, there were still quite a few small pieces of garbage left, and the floor was muddy from the showerst dawn, and there were also puddles here and there. It is not a ce for a man of noble status like a prince to camp.


    In fact, it was strange for Prince Ulkar to stay in the military tent.


    The tents are not luxuriously decorated like the nudes, and there are many other ces to live in, such as a luxurious bedroom in a government office or a cozy private room in a church, so why stay in a stinky military tent?


    I’ve heard the reason in South Harbor.


    Prince Ulkar said, ‘If you get used to a warm firece and a strong roof, your will to leave will be broken.’


    It was a word that spoke for his circumstances, in which he had to wander around ever since he became an adult, despite his noble status.


    However, it was my personal opinion, but the real reason why Prince Ulkar lived in a military camp in an upied territory seemed to be a kind of performance to reveal that he was different from ordinary warlords.


    If he was an ordinary warlord or any other aristocrat who came out with an army of soldiers, he would have chosen the best ce in the city for the sake of authority and hierarchy, putting aside thefort of his own body.


    It is not a scene to be proud of when the leader of the group is sleeping shivering in a leaky room, and the members say, ‘Oh, I thought he was the highest ranking among us, didn’t he?’ Because there may be some misunderstanding.


    On the other hand, Prince Ulkar was less concerned about that. no it wasn’t


    The prince is a descendant of legendary heroes such as Conqueror King Jeot, King Dogan, Adum II, Knight King Lionel II, and Junmwang Adumir. Although his father and current king, Lionel III, openly doubted Prince Ulkar’s lineage on the pretext of his silver hair and good looks, the prince has won numerous victories over the past decade, proving that he is more worthy of the Zeore family than anyone else.


    Few people were foolish enough to look down on the hero of the time, the best militarymander in the kingdom, and the lord of knights with fearful obscurity, just because of his poor living. Most of them admired his easy-going and initiative attitude, and some, like me now, would make their own guesses as to why the prince was staying here.


    In a word, the muddy mud and the stinking tent built on top of it were paradoxically a device that made Prince Ulkar’s authority shine even more.


    As I drove the spot with Uncle Randall and the guardsmen, I silently gazed at the prince’s tent, which reminded me of my days in South Harbor. Then, by chance, I moved my gaze to the building next to the site of the mayor’s residence.


    “…Since when has it been like that?”


    “Hmm? I do not know. Because I followed Her Highness and arrived at noon today.”


    What caught my eye was the dojang, a building with a □ character surrounding the courtyard. It was a two-story building with a wide floor, so it was quiterge. The windows facing all directions were blocked with wooden boards nailed up, and the walls were full of filth and graffiti.


    ‘Verraterin’. Between the marks left by the sticky dirt, you can see Gen written in charcoal. It means ‘renegade people’.


    As I was quietly inspecting the building, I saw a small human figure reflected through the iron gate. I quietly scratched my eyebrows before pulling the reins.


    “Sir, what are you doing?”


    “I’ll stop by for a while. I have some business to do.”


    “Your Highness will be waiting…


    ” “It will take a while. I’ll be back soon.”


    Leaving Randall with a puzzled expression behind, the building they approached was the cell-seed school’s dojo.


    Only about a month ago, the sword master ‘Tan Turlos Obir’ and the swordsmen of the Shel-Sid style lost their lives while defending the mayor’s residence with the soldiers of the city.


    And now, the seal of Tantilus, who gave his life for loyalty to the empire and honor as a soldier, has be a hall of betrayal covered with insult and shame.


    “……hmm.”


    I couldn’t have known why. On the white wall, the sentence of the curse, painted with the blood of an animal, looked like a red mark on the white back.


    I approached the dojang, sweeping the bottom of my nose to cover my mouth, which was twisting up without my knowledge. Then, a sound of ‘hik’ was heard from beyond the iron gate, and the surprised boy ran inside.


    “Sister, sister-!”


    At the scream of the youngest, who has not even had a change of heart,ughter fills up again.


    After opening the small bar on the iron gate using the Blood Sculptor and entering the dojo, the first, who had been decapitated, and the second, holding a broom like a knife, appeared in ce of the third, who ran away in fear.


    “Why are you here-”


    The female swordsman in her mid-twenties, dressed in thin leather, was the new owner of the dojo and the new representative of the Sel-Sid style, ‘Tiloria Obir’.


    I ended up grinning at the unmanned eyes toward the enemy.


    “you?”


    “…Forgive me for the rudeness, Lord Phoenix.” Tiloria bit her lower lip and bowed her head.


    Instead of answering, I walked slowly and looked around. The outdoor corridor filled with trivial decorations and arched structures and the empty courtyard embraced by it were quite peaceful. The scale was not great, but the antique atmosphere was very suitable for the home of a famous family.


    “Still, the inside is fine. I guess no one was brave enough to throw shit or a rat carcass into the yard?”


    Tiloria squeezed the broom so tightly that her fingertips turned white. On the other hand, as she was about to open her mouth with her face painted red, five or six figures came out from inside the dojo.


    “Meister! What-”


    “That red knight…


    It was a middle-aged necromancer who was said to be a cell-seed style swordsman and a caterer of the school. Judging from the fact that everyone was holding a whip or a rag, it seemed that they were cleaning the empty dojo for a while.


    None of them knew my face, so those who came out to the courtyard lined up behind Tiloria with their eyes full of sin.


    After spotting herrades and catching her breath, Tiloria looked back at me with a cold, calm expression.


    “What are you doing in this shabby dojo?”


    “That is what I want to ask.”


    There were dozens of stone pirs of various heights in the spacious courtyard. Those stone pirs seemed to be a kind of scaffolding, and it seemed like a training ground for practicing Cel-Seed’s unique flying swordsmanship.


    He shrugged his shoulders as he perched on a pir of moderate height with a wide gstone raised among them.


    “Why are you guys here? Did you even desert?”


    “No way. I came out after asking the captain for his understanding.”


    The cell-seed swordsmen, including Tiloria, decided to serve under me for a while. He agreed to sell his freedom to me for a year in exchange for his life and the preservation of his school.


    After the battle in the corridors, I entrusted them to a veteran conductor. The one that Tiloria called the captain must have been the Confair. That’s what confior is called among my enlisted men.


    “Understand it… Confier isn’t that soft of a guy.”


    “The ‘Coffin of Wings’ as well as the sword and armor were confiscated, so he must have judged that there would be no need to flee the city.”


    “aha.”


    Well, there was nothing to argue about because the confair gave permission.


    It’s a pity. If it had been desertion, I would have been able to relieve my frustration.


    Seeing Lia and the swordsmen standing behind her with fur like a hissing kitten made her yful for no reason, but she couldn’t waste her time since Prince Ulkar was waiting for her.


    “______Q”


    ……


    I quietly scratched my chin, but couldn’t hold back my regret and finally opened my mouth.


    “Do you remember what I said a few days ago?”


    “What do you mean?”


    “I told you to serve the next ruler of Eisbobalt after I leave this ce. Because I promised to keep the school alive.”


    “…I said it back then, but we cannot point our swords at His Majesty the Emperor.”


    “Ah, that condition is cancelled.”


    “Cancetion?”


    “The n has changed, so there is no need to fight the emperor.”


    “Then…


    Tiloria’s sharp eyes widened, and anticipation rose.


    “When are you nning to leave here?”


    “well. First of all, negotiations with the emperore first, so it seems like going back and forth for a while is the first thing.”


    “Then what about the next market?”


    “There is no market. Listening to what the prince said, it seemed that he would make a small princely order and put Aisbobalt in the middle of it.”


    “Then who is the prince?”


    “That’s the problem.”


    “Is it a problem?”


    “I think it will be me.”


    “What’s on…?”


    I asked while giggling at Tiloria’s face, which was distorted like a broken teacup, even though my anticipation was rising.


    “Don’t you like it?”


    “That’s it.”


    “I hate it too. Now I’m tired of wearing a coat of arms. Pray for me to persuade our prince well.”


    Leaving behind the cell-seed style swordsmen who


    were making very funny faces, I burst outughing and left the dojo.