Disciple of the Three Kings

Volume 10 Episode 11+

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Petus Spirit was on fire.

Petus Saint with a long history.

Everything in the territory that lived along with that history was burning with blood.

The benevolent party just looked at it with their arms crossed.

The blazing Petus Spirit fluttered in their eyes.

The battle against the Duke of Slaughter was won.

But what is burning is the spirit of Petus.

The being that burned the Petus Spirit was none other than that.

Count Petus.

He was the owner of the estate.

“Do you have any regrets?”

Fillet’s question.

Petus said firmly.

“It is a castle that has been burned down.”

I just kept the shape.

The day the former slaughter duke, Crimea Vladimir, visited the province of Petus, it was already burned to ashes.

The land of the dead, where everything is dead.

What was filled on it was nothing more than a mirage created by Petus’ power and image.

“Everything in Count Petus is already with me.”

What constitutes a territory?

A land and a castle?

That’s also true.

-This is Jimin Young.

Petus’ father, his father’s father.

From generation to generation, the counts of Count Petus said that Yeongji-min was everything that made up the realm.

As long as they reside in Count Petus.

“The Count of Petus is immortal.”

The Count of Petus will last forever.

Youngji walking around.

Is that Fetus?

It burns.

Kugugung!

It collapses.

“… … Count Petus.”

Filet calls him with sad eyes, and Petus quietly turns his head to look at her.

“That name no longer exists.”

And his estate.

It was destroyed today by the Duke of Slaughter in exchange for treason.

“Blood Vladimir.”

“Call me that.”

It was the new name of Petus.

A being who burned and slaughtered everything.

Get the name of the being Petus hated the most.

It’s not about succeeding him and succeeding his will.

-to prevent further inheritance.

Petus ate it so that the duke of slaughter could no longer be inherited.

-Also, this is plural.

An existence whose only value was the name and itself.

If you stole all of it.

“This is revenge. Everything you do under this name is revenge. My life is his denial, his revenge.”

Existence purely for revenge.

That was Blood Vladimir.

At that desperate revenge, Philae and the Knights of Batella kept their mouths shut.

It wasn’t something they dared to get involved in.

And all of this.

“We will prove it.”

Shadows suddenly appear and surround them.

They were crows.

“Today, Count Petus was subjugated by Vladimir, the Duke of Slaughter, the Duke of Slaughter, for plotting treason.”

The crow spoke as if writing something down.

“Crimea Vladimir was seriously wounded, making it impossible to maintain the title. He inherits the title to his chosen successor, Vladi Vladimir.”

“Is that possible?”

Kainrich’s question.

The crow nodded.

“The duke of slaughter was originally inherited in this way.”

Long life.

There is only one duke of slaughter, Crimea.

All the peacocks had different appearances and different ages.

“Because he could change his form.”

Creme had only succeeded to the title by changing his appearance through his abilities.

A measure to avoid revealing that he is immortal.

Blood nodded at the glances of Rowoon and Rowoon and opened his eyes.

Gugugugung!

The spreading force was vibrating in all directions.

This is definitely the power that cream exudes.

“I have confirmed the circle of binge eating.”

Blood has the only power that Cream has.

“It is not a circle of gluttony, but a circle of predation.”

The substance is a higher version that cannot be compared to binge eating.

It was a human circle based on the spirits.

It’s never been possible.

However, the impossible becomes possible with the help of the right person.

Slurp!

The blood that spewed out of the shadow of the blood pooled and began to form a single shape.

“I also identified Rondo, the only knight of the Duke of Slaughter.”

Appearing there was Rondo, the success of Crimea.

“Baek, Count?”

It wasn’t Rondo that made up the genus.

“Yeah. Will you be my knight again?”

The memory and life of Hamaye.

It’s different from resurrection.

Though it can be said that it is just a projection of will, a projection of memory.

As if recognizing the situation, Hamaye no Rondo knelt down on one knee.

“I will offer my allegiance.”

Seeing that scene, Philet couldn’t keep her mouth shut.

“All this will be attested by our crow, and will be reported to the imperial court.”

The crow’s horse.

Except for the imperial family, their reports, which were never followed, were comparable to the voice of the dukes.

That’s it.

Everyone will be deceived, and everyone will accept.

Now, Petus’ work is over.

Then the main story.

“I am Blood Vladimir, the Duke of Slaughter.”

Blood looks at Lee Rowoon and says.

“Reporting the treason of Count Petus and helping with the subjugation… .”

He closed his mouth as if waiting for Lee Rowoon’s words.

Into the mind.

-What name should I use?

The past passes by.

-Master, don’t you know my name? That empire, if I had it, I’d need a name.

A question I asked the Sword King Master.

– Zeek.

– Sieg von Damian. That will be your name.

“Zek.”

You can’t write your last name yet.

Blood nodded at Lee Rowoon’s words and said.

“I bestow the title of Count to Sir Sieg.”

The highest title you can give as a duke.

“This will be attested by the crows, and I, Blood Vladimir, Duke of Slaughter, profess to be officially conferred the title. The treatment of the estate should be given an appropriate place.”

The tone of voice that seems to be disrespectful is definitely that of a duke.

Lee Rowoon nodded instead of answering.

An example for a duke is unacceptable, but all of these are just ceremonies.

“I have been professed.”

The execution of the crows.

“Please take care until the day we meet again.”

Blood, who has finished the ceremony, speaks as he bows towards Yi-woon.

He will now leave for a while to find his estate and become the perfect slaughter duke.

“See you next time.”

“The hotel is all empty.”

5-star hotel in Paris.

The manager comes out in person and bows his head in disappointment.

“I hope that it will be of some help to the contribution of the knights.”

“I appreciate favors.”

When Philet smiled and said, the manager was helpless and lowered his head again.

“Anything needed will be done immediately upon request.”

After those words, the manager disappeared as if trying to be careful about anything that dared to stand out.

Those who rented the hotel.

“It must be a proper rest after a long time.”

Nothing else than Filet and Cainrich.

It was the Knights of Batella.

Originally, they hid their identities and infiltrated Paris for a mission.

I had to aim for the Crimson Duke, so I couldn’t reveal my identity, and I couldn’t do everything in their name.

-You’ve been invited in the name of the Duke of Slaughter.

The situation has changed.

The power of the duke in this empire.

It was possible to do a lot more than I thought, and to be able to receive various benefits.

“If it turns out that this is a fake later, wouldn’t it be a big deal?”

Cainrich’s voice.

“A big thing happened anyway.”

Filet shrugged and said.

“We hate it, but we like it, but we were involved in the duke’s death.”

The story of when Blood was discovered.

Batella had already fought against the Knights Templar of the Church, the Knights of Slaughter in Josae.

As long as they weren’t the cause, the duke of slaughter was dead.

Did you find out that Blood was fake?

“You joined the treason, what do you want?”

It means that you have joined the treason.

“The manager, it seems that your personality has changed… .”

“Now I have to live comfortably.”

Through what has happened, Filet has changed.

“Why. So you don’t want to see it?”

Keinrich shakes his head and laughs at Philet’s question.

“It looks good.”

Fille has always been something that has been suppressed.

Hiding itself, tangled and twisted.

For that reason, Philae was the one who had the potential to turn into a slaughter peacock at any moment.

‘It takes center stage.’

Fillet seemed to have a center and established values.

Although he was a knight of the Kingdom, Philae’s change as a member of the Knights Templar who truly followed Phile was not bad.

“And don’t worry.”

“Because I’m not that lame.”

“Even if it seems like you are doing things haphazardly, you are not. Think about certain possibilities, and think about the future. Like… .”

It’s like seeing the future.

“If our destiny is to be hanged for treason. Or we can safely complete our mission and return to the Kingdom of God.”

But all of that.

Fille shut her mouth.

It was because he realized something was strange even while he was talking.

Things you shouldn’t have.

Never.

‘Ideas that humans shouldn’t have.’

Kainrich shut his mouth as if feeling it.

“Relax. The party is still left.”

The Duke of Slaughter also sent an official invitation to Batella for a party in Paris.

There.

The name of the new count was also written on it.

“We already have.”

That’s what Philet meant.

“It’s a storm.”

When did the storm begin?

Now that we’ve already entered the storm, it’s pointless to argue about it.

It is doomed to either move with the storm and crush everything, or be caught up in the storm and torn to pieces.

“I will prepare.”

Fillet nods at Cainrich’s trustworthy words.

“I, too, will prepare.”

Her eyes were watching Yi Rowoon, who sat quietly on the other side of the hotel lobby, holding a glass with an annoyed face.

The Knights of Batella were invited to Paris.

The news quickly spread throughout Paris.

But it didn’t get too much attention.

Although it is because of the reputation the Knights of Batella had.

-The Knights of Dragon Claw have entered Paris!

People with a reputation no less than theirs were entering Paris one after another.

Party in Paris this time.

It was because the large-scale party hosted by the Duke of Crimson was something special that didn’t happen very often even after the invasion of the world.

The giants are making their way to Paris.

-It’s the Chibile Knights!

Among the Seven Great Knights of the Kingdom, up to the Knights who reached the third rank.

The party was now less than a week away.

Fille contorts her face in astonishment.

“Are you going to wear it?”

Fille was preparing for the party.

“I’m going to get dressed right now!”

She shouted at Yi Woon.

It was because Lee Rowoon was wearing something that was unacceptable for her while checking the party’s attire.