A Famous Traitor and Treacherous Genius

354 – To the Night Sky (2)

I like speed.

Running faster than others, flying faster than others, and pursuing safety bring joy to people.

But the story is a little different now.

“Ugh…!”

A sharp wind blows.

A sharp wind made of gold swirls and flies, and I hold on to Nidhogg’s gray feathers as tightly as I can.

“Left! 15!”

It conveys direction and angle.

Knowing that it would not be possible to convey it only in human language and numbers, I pulled Nidhogg’s back with my fingers.

Bu-euung!

Nidhogg turns to the left.

At the same time, a golden wind flew like an arrow toward the direction Nidhogg was flying.

Crrr…

Nidhogg lets out a low cry.

If the reaction had been a little late, Nid Hogg would have had his head cut off.

“Yes. That person over there is a person who has decided to kill not only you, but also me.”

If you fall from this height, you will die instantly.

It’s possible that he survives miraculously, but he will need treatment for at least 5 years.

Even if I swing my sword wide and create a shock wave before hitting the ground, I might be able to survive, but Nidhogg doesn’t know.

“You can’t get hit even once.”

“…”

The moment you get hit, you will be caught up in the golden storm and plummet to the ground.

“So, just focus a little more.”

I will be the one to read the magic power and indicate the direction.

All Nidhog has to do is fly.

“Turn around first. You’ll have to check to see if they’re trying to catch you on purpose, but once you extinguish the storm, it takes time to reload.”

Nid Hogg spreads his wings and glides.

The Flying Imperial Palace is still flying towards the royal capital of Nostrum, but it seems that it has no intention of just flying away easily.

Gooo-

As soon as I leave the land of Gibraltar.

Kwa—–!!

It shoots a golden ray straight down.

“Ha…”

A magic bombardment as wide as the flying imperial palace hits the ground vertically, and the intense magic storm instantly destroys the land of Nostrum.

Just as if you stick your finger into the sand and draw a line, everything disappears as if the land touched by the magic bombardment is swept away by a powerful explosion.

“…On purpose.”

Of course, it was intentional.

“Even though you can supply mana using silver, are you deliberately extracting mana from false gold and firing a bombardment? You seem like a disgusting human being.”

If you killed the imperial vampire soldiers, accumulated the mana, and fired a bombardment, a silver-colored storm and bombardment symbolizing the empire would definitely have come out.

But now it’s golden.

It’s as if he is now declaring that ‘the golden miracle belongs to the Habsburg emperor.’

Or maybe the Golden Miracle is no longer protecting Nostrum, but is trying to destroy it.

In a similar way, it could create the appearance of that white giant becoming a golden apocalypse.

“Nidhogg. Are you okay?”

Purr.

Nidhogg, who was taking a moderate rest, nods his head loudly.

The large-scale artillery bombardment still continues, tearing up the ground, but now is the time to fly higher into the sky as all artillery fire is concentrated on the ground.

Flap.

Open your wings wide and then close them.

I spin my body and spread my wings again, dodging the golden wind blades flying towards me.

From noble mtl dot come

Crrrr…!

“It’s okay. I’m moving along well.”

If you fly in a straight line, you can definitely get there quickly.

However, the lines Nidhogg draws are curves, arcs, and sometimes broken lines that fall downward and then rise again.

‘It’s hard to break through alone.’

Since all artillery fire is focused on Nidhogg, it is impossible to penetrate Nidhogg alone.

If you have any help-

Cheolkeong.

“…?”

Some of the wind stones that were heading towards us for magic bombardment change direction.

At the same time, the wind stones that were laying waste to the ground by spewing out golden magic bombardment gradually began to reduce their firepower.

“That is…”

“Gray ㅡㅡㅡ!!”

A group of black wings are flapping and running from the direction of Nostrum.

“I won’t ask about the situation!”

Grand Duke of Winchester.

“What can we do!!”

One side of his face was covered in bloody bandages, and his black armor was broken or cracked in several places, but he held on to his spear firmly and flew towards us at once.

“Archduke.”

“Anything, tell me!”

“…”

“Come on!”

The Duke of Winchester urges me.

At the same time, the dragoons behind him also look at me with determined faces.

The look in their eyes was as if they were watching the revolutionary army take on the empire.

Those eyes that seem prepared for death.

“…This could be the cruelest order in the world.”

The Flying Imperial Palace stops its magic bombardment and heads towards Nostrum at a faster speed than before.

If you don’t make a decision quickly, he won’t forgive you for even the slightest hesitation, as if he will leave for the royal road first.

“Please draw my attention so I can land on that castle.”

“Hmm…!”

“You could die. Not only the drake, but also all of you riding on its back.”

These are not the Knights of Gibraltar.

“It’s different from the time of Gyeongryong.”

Most of them are those who competed in speed at the Gyeongryong Stadium.

Even if they were Morgania’s Black Rose Dragoons, they were already very tired.

“You only get one chance, and falling means death.”

Even though he is old, the Master, the Duke of Winchester, is like this now.

I don’t think other knights would be in better condition than they are now.

The same goes for the flying dragons that flew here in such a hurry.

“Still, will you follow instructions?”

“This, this. Looking at the long chatter, it looks like everyone is telling us to die.”

The Duke of Winchester chuckles.

“After all, you are still young.”

“…Archduke.”

“In that case, an adult should step in.”

Flap.

When the Duke of Winchester turns his body, the flag wrapped around the spear he holds flutters.

Two flags, the flags of Morgania and Gibraltar tied together.

“Black Roses of Morgania! Listen! Here is the weapon of the empire that seeks to destroy our royal capital! And here is the one who will destroy the weapon of that evil empire before us!”

One by one, the knights hold on to the reins.

His beautiful eyes shine beneath his broken helmet, and he clutches his spear with gloves soaked in blood and sweat.

“Raise your spear! Spread your wings! Show off the pride of Morgania, the might of the Black Rose Dragoons!”

The drakes form a formation.

There are some empty positions, but the dragons stand at the front, leaving me at the very end.

“Winchester commands! Guide Gray Gibraltar to the Imperial Palace of the Empire in the safest possible way!”

Prepare to die.

“Fly! Open the way!”

“Archduke.”

“You, follow me.”

Flying in the sky.

The dragoons in the lead quickly soared in a straight line toward the flying imperial palace, and soon the dragoons that followed scattered in all directions.

Dispersion of gaze.

At the same time, disturbance.

Risking their lives, they are trying to send me all the way to the imperial palace.

“All of the dragoons here have been riding dragons before you ever picked up a sword.”

The Duke of Winchester soars vertically.

I also follow the Archduke and fly in the sky.

“You may say you are stronger than all of us, but we are all a dozen years older than you.”

Kwa-ang!

The golden storm flying towards us causes an explosion.

The Archduke’s drake uses the explosion in reverse to soar upward, and I also move along its trajectory.

A drake and rider falling down.

The drake has fainted, and the rider is falling from the drake –

Chuck.

For some reason, he was smiling at me and holding his thumb up.

“Just look ahead.”

The Grand Duke of Winchester’s voice pierces my ears.

“None of us came here to die.”

A golden storm is coming.

Instead of flying in a straight line, it twists its trajectory and flies towards us, similar to a magic missile.

“Lord Gibraltar!!”

A black rose running next to me shouts.

“Forward!”

Nothing much to say.

The only thing he left was one word: from now on.

Kwa-euang!

An explosion occurs.

The momentary sight of the black armor breaking was like a black rose fluttering with petals.

“Gray!”

The Duke of Winchester shouts.

“Believe!”

What?

Nostrum?

Those who are willing to throw their lives away in the face of national disaster?

“Believe!”

Those who grew up forced to make heroic sacrifices, who willingly throw themselves into the golden storm to pave the way for us, thinking that when they die they will be praised by everyone as heroes?

“We all came here to protect someone!”

“…Yes.”

Yes.

“Even if it means risking my life, to protect it.”

These are not the people I watched before the return, during the days of traitors.

“Knights–!!”

“””Yes–!!”””

Even if some of them were no different from before and after the return to now, those people did not even come to this position.

“We do not covet fame!”

One black petal crumbles.

“We do not covet glory!”

Two flags are swept away by a storm.

“What we want is the safety of our family!”

Even if humans and dragons fall to the ground together like falling flowers.

“What I hope for is the survival of those I love!”

Forward, moving forward.

“Go, Gibraltar!”

The Duke of Winchester stands on the drake with both feet and draws his spear back sharply.

“Please take care of our ‘front’!”

A spear filled with aura flies towards the flying imperial palace.

At the same time, as if the imperial palace was responding, a golden storm flew towards us as if covering our sight.

Kwaaa!!

The moment the dragoons were swept away in an instant, and I ran over them as if passing by the Duke of Winchester.

“Please take care of Carmen.”

Leaving behind the spoken words, I lowered my head and followed the spear thrown by the Duke of Winchester.

Kwa—–!!

A series of explosions.

The drakes scream, and the sound of armor crushing and falling becomes increasingly distant.

And at the same time, white hair fluttering from the explosion passes by.

“…”

White hair splattered with red blood.

Perhaps due to the aftermath of the explosion, the white hair flies up into the sky against the wind.

‘Forward.’

Look ahead.

In front of us, there is a black arrow piercing the golden storm.

The black auror flies after the spiraling trajectory, and the tip of the spear comes out and plunges into the wind stone that meets Nidhogg’s gaze.

Pajijik.

There is a crack in the wind stone.

Other wind stones continue to pour out storms without any problems, and their output becomes more and more harsh.

However, the black spear stuck in a single windstone facing forward, in the direction we were flying, clearly pierced through the golden storm and stopped the windstone.

Flap.

Nidhogg spreads his wings.

“It was hard.”

It was one last flap of my wings, and I jumped in front of Nid Hogg, stepping on his shoulder.

Currrr.

Was the last big flap of the wings meant to throw me away?

Boom.

Both feet touch the ground.

So high in the air that I didn’t know how many kilometers I had already climbed above the ground, I set foot in an unfamiliar yet very familiar place.

“Welcome.”

The other side of the garden.

“To your imperial palace.”

There is a Habsburg emperor.