A Famous Traitor and Treacherous Genius

175 – Light Dragon Is Not Air Force Training Anyway (4)

Here, there are a total of 20 riders.

A jockey standing at the starting line and leisurely preparing for the race.

The rider extends his hands to encourage cheers from the Orosol Academy students in the stands and the ladies who even bought expensive tickets.

A rider faces his dragon with a very nervous face and mutters, ‘I will win no matter what.’

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And there are drake riders wearing full body armor as if they are going to war, and gorgeous golden armor as if they are participating in the war as real dragoons.

“Nice to meet you, His Excellency Marquis Zeros Barcel.”

I walked up to him and greeted him.

However, despite my warm greeting, he just fiddles with the saddle of his dragon, ‘Behemoth’, and waits for the signal to give for his departure.

“Are you not going to say anything?”

“…I have no intention of mixing words with someone who is attached to the empire.”

“Did you answer now?”

“These are words spoken to oneself. These are not words spoken to a traitor from Nostrum who abandoned the kingdom and joined the Empire to gain the next throne.”

It’s a childish and petty conversation, but it’s the only thing this man can say.

“Marquis Zeros Barcel. Are you worried?”

“…”

“I’m afraid that if I provoke Gray, the whole of Gibraltar will fall.”

“That can’t be possible.”

“Did you answer?”

“Shut up, traitor.”

General Manager Zeros Barcel began to protest.

“The Margrave of Gibraltar is not that type of person.”

“Do you really think so? I heard that my father and I once studied together as seniors and juniors at the same academy.”

“The Crimson I know and the Crimson Margrave of Gibraltar are different.”

“Ah, I see. Your Excellency the Marquis is a person who believes that a position makes a person.”

Marquis Zeros Barcel is one of the loyalists, and is one of those who think that it is natural for people born in Nostrum to be loyal to Nostrum and sacrifice their lives.

“But what should we do if the person to whom we owe our loyalty is not worthy of our loyalty?”

“Are you talking about treason in front of me now?”

“Are you going to pull out your sword like this?”

Provoke openly.

In front of everyone, even Nostrum’s royal family – Queen Carmen and the next king, Naria Gio Nostrum – openly irritates Leader Zeros in the VIP audience.

“If someone else than St. Geo Nostrum had become king even once in my life, and I had never even thought about it, you could cut me with that sword.”

“…!!”

Leader Zeros put his hand on his waist, but the sword was not drawn.

“…He is the King of Nostrum.”

I have no choice but to pull it out.

No matter how loyal he was, he never hoped that a human replacement called Saint Geo Nostrum would appear.

It’s just that the next king, Naria Geo Nostrum, who can be said to be the replacement, is still a minor, and if someone who has not yet become an adult ascends the throne, the country will turn upside down, so they have endured it so far.

“I see. You are the King of Nostrum.”

“You really… ?”

“It’s time. If we talk any more, will we be late?”

The judge who signaled the starting signal stood on the podium extending from the starting line.

“But I would like to ask you one thing.”

In the Empire, the starting signal is replaced by firing a musket into the sky to make a loud explosion sound, but the person who wants to take over that role is attracting everyone’s attention.

“Are you loyal to Nostrum, or are you loyal to St. Geo?”

Flap.

“At least I am a person who was loyal to Nostrum.”

On the podium.

“I’m still one of those people who wants Nostrum to do well.”

Naria, dressed in her crown prince’s uniform, adapted to fit her own body, clutches the flagpole on which her Nostrum flag flutters.

“A lot of people think that way. Especially since the academy started, the students of the academy say, the moment I, Ria Zion Nostrum, turns 20, she will become the King of Nostrum.”

“It would be better not to say such unnecessary things. Your Majesty Saint Geo Nostrum, please correct yourself. There are at least several decades left before you pass away.”

“Have you ever wished you could die quickly?”

“You… !”

Flap.

Naria flaps her flag in the traditional Nostrum ceremony of her honor guard her.

Thanks to standing on the podium, there is a lot of space on the left and right, so even the large movements of twirling the flagpole left and right are performed accurately without a single error.

“If you want to treat it as treason, treat it as such. Even if I die, I will not be loyal to Saint Geo Nostrum.”

“Grey…!”

“This is Gibraltar. Hehe, if you’re curious, why don’t you take up the sword? When Gray Gibraltar is killed by the Commander of the Knights of Golden Dawn, what choice will the Crimson Margrave of Gibraltar make? Are you not sure?”

“…”

If.

If someone else had been the king, it would have been heartbreaking even if the child he gave away was executed for insulting the king.

But the current king is Saint Geo.

“When the first blade of St. Will they regard it as a traitor, or will they regard it as a traitor who, like the leader, betrayed Nostrum and must be disowned immediately?”

“Gray Gibraltar.”

Slowly, Naria’s honor guard ceremony approaches its conclusion.

“I thought you would be the light of Nostrum.”

“I am still like a light that brightens Nostrum’s future.”

“…Bullshit.”

The other riders each sat on the dragon’s saddle and prepared to ride forward, while Leader Zeros lowered his face mask and glared at me with sharp eyes and said.

“You are just a traitor who was lucky enough to fall into the eyes of the Emperor and try to sell out the country.”

“You must have forgotten one thing. “What will your father think if he hears such an insult?”

“Do you think Crimson Gibraltar will budge if he tells you that he has heard such insults? “I know him well.”

“As a son, there are times when I don’t know much, but St. Geo Nostrum’s loyal dog says he knows his father his well.”

“What…?”

Wow.

This looks like it’s been scratched a bit.

“You-“

Flap.

When Naria planted the flagpole on the ground, Nostrum’s flag fluttered in the wind and an explosion occurred behind it.

Beep—-!!

A signal announcing departure.

All the other jockeys started at a fast pace, and I shrugged my shoulders and placed my left foot on the footrest that had fallen below Nidhogg.

“What are you doing? Aren’t you leaving?”

“…Cheeky b*stard.”

“They say people swear when they are in an environment where they cannot logically refute-“

Flap!

Before I could even finish speaking, Director Zeros Barcell flew in front of him on his flying dragon.

“Hwiyu.”

The instantaneous speed was so fast that, despite the late start, they had already reached the leading group and were engaging in fierce competition.

“Then… “

Unlike the racetrack, there is no one inside the racetrack holding the magic microphone and broadcasting the race.

However, the image on the broadcasting screen hung on the ceiling was divided into three parts and was projected in three parts.

The lead group has just left the stands and is starting to circle the track.

Princess Naria overlooking the stadium, still waving her flag.

And I haven’t even left the starting line yet.

“Nidhogg.”

At my call, Nidhogg slowly spread his wings.

“The race is two laps. I won’t have to go out, but if the situation calls for it, I will go out. So…”

I tapped his right foot lightly on the ground, and Nidhogg nodded deeply and bowed his head.

“You do whatever you want.”

Pulp Luck.

Nidhogg, who started flying forward, and a broadcast screen that seemed to pass by.

“…The guy.”

No matter how excellent a dragon’s physical strength is, it is still a mute beast.

“Meanwhile, I got nervous with Behemoth as well.”

Nidhogg was laughing.

* * *

“It’s dangerous.”

Noir Gibraltar, a black-haired boy sitting in the stands, spoke in a nervous voice.

“It’s dangerous?”

“Yes, it’s dangerous.”

“…I don’t think the great master would just ride a flying dragon like that without any safety devices.”

Wednesday, sitting next to Noir, she tilted her head as she looked at Gray Gibraltar on the electronic display screen.

“Why not just send the riders in front and follow leisurely behind them? I don’t think there will be any major accidents as long as you don’t speed.”

“No, it’s not dangerous in that sense.

“What do you mean when you say you don’t mean that?”

“When you make an expression like that, it’s when it’s really dangerous.”

Chat Noir felt a shiver run down his spine.

“When I was sparring with him, if he made that kind of expression, I would always attack him in a more serious way than usual.”

“…”

“How should I cook this b*stard? Hit his head his? Stab him in the solar plexus? Or crush his waist his? Or his thighs his? Yes. It’s the kind of expression on his face where he was contemplating how to punish this child and then came to a conclusion.”

“…”

“It’s true. Only people who haven’t experienced this don’t know.”

“Then, now everyone will know.”

Wednesday handed a bag containing fried corn to Noir’s side

“The true value of Gray Gibraltar.”

“…”

“Master. Gray has decided to reveal himself. Are you nervous?”

“…No.”

Noir shook his head with a stern expression.

“My older brother was someone who would eventually attract attention even if he stayed quiet. Even if he were the emperor of the empire right now, it was the same. Just look at the fact that he is already suddenly trying to make my older brother his person.”

“Yes. And at the same time, attention will be drawn to you, Master.”

“Me?”

“As the loyal Count of Nostrum.”

“… Ah, I guess so. The older brother goes to the empire, and his younger brother stays in the kingdom and becomes a count.”

Noir covered his face with his hands for a moment.

“You know.”

“Yes, master.”

“If that happens, people will probably force me to marry a Nostrum person, right?”

“…”

“Since my older brother is marrying someone from the Empire, I, as my younger brother and the guardian of Nostrum, will not be able to decide who I marry. Right?”

“At least it must be decided within the people of Nostrum. Why? Is she among the Empire’s women that she would like to marry?”

“…”

Noir just looked ahead without answering.

“…If it’s just a count, it might be different, but if it’s the Count of Gibraltar, it might be a different story.”

“What?”

“You could either take an imperial woman as a second wife and take one of the daughters of Nostrum as your main wife, or adopt the child of one of her younger brothers who might be marrying a Nostrum citizen.”

“…”

“Well, if you really want to marry an imperial woman, I won’t stop you. Let’s focus on the game.”

Wednesday cleared her throat and pointed back to her screen with her white-gloved hand.

“You are a great master, but Kyungryong itself has to be done starting next year.”

“…I see. But, I feel like something is strange right now.”

Noir, who regained his composure, tilted his head as he watched the Drake Knights appear in real time on the screen.

“I don’t think that would be difficult… ?”

“Yes. I think so too.”

Wednesday glanced at her left and right.

Not only the students studying abroad in the empire, but also some white-haired men and women who deliberately paid high ticket prices and came in as spectators were all diligently writing something in their notebooks with similar expressions.

“The pride of Nostrum, the Dragoons… The dragon knights that were truly legendary.”

A legend is just a legend.

“…If it weren’t for Gyeongryong, I wonder how the world would have known it was this ugly.”

The reality was a gutter.

“To be honest, even if I ride it, it’s better than that…?”

* * *

Under the command of the Duke of Winchester, the Drake Knights accelerated their Dragoon Race training.

And those currently running on the track were carefully selected by the Duke of Winchester to save face.

Yes, to save face.

“Wow!!”

“That’s why, instead of just going horseback riding to seduce a lady, you should have also been riding a horse.”

I turned my eyes towards the walls of Orosol Academy, easily dodging the magic bombardment coming from afar and the dragoon who was shot down by the bombardment.

“And usually…”

“Everyone, prepare for sniping—!”

“You should have been nice to the wizards instead of being sassy.”

On the castle wall.

“Prepare to intercept!! Queen Carmen said she would give a reward to anyone who drops the dragoons!!”

“Oh oh oh ㅡㅡ”

“A 4-day, 3-night vacation together!”

“””Ohhh!!”””

The wide-eyed wizards were pointing their wands at the track, unlike usual, in a half-hearted manner.

Wizards on the castle wall.

A dragoon running to avoid it.

It is an overinterpretation to think of this as military training.

This is just-

“At times like this, or when will the wizards throw magic at the dragon knights? The magic explodes on the track, and that’s how it’s fun to watch.”

It’s just fun to add a dramatic element to the race.

“Shall we try to speed things up a bit by adding in, Nidhogg?”

Kyaaa!!

Three riders fall backwards in an instant.

“If it were a simple horse race, it would be cool to come back on top at the end, but this…”

“Ugh, die!! Gray, traitor!!”

“It’s a light dragon.”

The rider climbs the dragon while wearing a weapon.

“A traitor who betrayed the will of guardians!”

“To overindulge.”

“Ugh, tie your feet somehow! I can’t let the imperialist get into the top three!”

Two wyverns clinging to each other from left and right.

The dragoons and knights on their backs take out folding spears.

“I’m not going to stop you from getting to third place.”

Ka-euang.

“You all have to worry about yourself being eliminated.”

I swung the cane in my right hand wide.

“Ugh!!”

A rider who gets hit on the head falls straight from the saddle.

Boom!

Falling from a height of 5 meters above the ground.

It doesn’t die.

It doesn’t hurt.

Just.

“I may survive thanks to mana, but since I fell from the drake and was eliminated, I am dead as a dragoon.”

A cavalryman who received more than 1 billion won a year and was trained solely for horseback combat fell from his horse in a horse racing competition?

“What is the legend?”

There is no legendary dragon knights.

All there is is a ragtag bunch of fattening coal.

“These guys are the best knights in the kingdom, and they are ruined because they hit them with hundreds of billions of won a year.”

Phew.

“aaah!”

“That’s it! Lord Magic Tower, here comes another one!!”

Kyungryong Race, currently 1/4th of 1 track.

If you count the two laps, it is 1/8th point.

“Those knights who get paid hundreds of millions of a month, ugh.”

There were already 5 people eliminated out of a total of 20.

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“That too with taxes.”