The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Sere's words made Tasia thoughtful, and after a long while, she whispered:

"There are no problems with His Majesty Matthias's administration at the moment."

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"Maybe. Let's not talk about this. What do you want from me?"

Tasia blinked.

"Can't I just be by your side for no reason?"

"It's just not like you."

"I received internal intelligence."

When she said 'internal intelligence,' a mysterious expression appeared on Tasia's small face.

"The Chapter Master Sotha Nul of the Sword Bearers is coming."

Sere raised an eyebrow.

"Seriously?"

"Most likely."

"Hmm, I saw news a few months ago that the Maelstrom Crusade led by the Space Knights was a great success. This Chapter Master led the Imperial army to defeat an extremely powerful heretical force and even went to Terra to receive commendation from the High Lords of Terra. If I could see such a legend, it would be a blessing. If I could fight alongside such a leader, I would die without regret. My father often told me about Archon Olga leading the family and the Chapter in joint operations, especially the battle of the Purgatory star, where they faced the most powerful heretical group, the Black Legion, led by the dreaded traitor. But even such heretics scurried away under the wings of the Grey Knights. I have dreamed countless times of participating in the siege of Attica, sitting in the mechanical throne, using cannon fire to destroy group after group of heretical enemies."

As he spoke, he smacked his lips with lingering interest.

"It's such a pity to have missed such a battle. Thinking that I have at least four more years before I can become a Knight and participate in combat makes me feel despondent."

"No wonder they call you a brawler. But why didn't the family participate in this Maelstrom Crusade?"

"Probably because there were too few people to make a difference. I heard that Titan Legions also participated in this crusade."

At this time, the team was about to enter the inner city of the capital, which is the noble district. This is also the only place in the city with defensive walls. As the team entered the firing range of the automatic defense weapons, the horn at the top of the huge alloy door resounded, and then the door slowly opened.

There are eighteen such doors, but the nobles have become accustomed to leaving the city using flying vehicles rather than going through the "commoner area", so these doors are rarely used.

Just as the gate was completely opened, a burst of urgent hoofbeats sounded. The ten students turned their heads and saw another loose line rushing out of the street. They were also students from the Knight Academy, wearing exaggerated clothing of various colors and adorned with beautiful precious metal ornaments and gems. Each person had a sword at their waist.

Leading them was a large man, wearing a black knight's uniform with a large number of black pearls arranged in rows and engraved with intricate scorpion patterns. His skin was a healthy bronze color, his face was cold, his eyes were narrowed into slits as if pressed together by his eyebrows, his chin was narrow and pointed, and his yellow hair was tied behind his head.

The beast he rode was quite large and was also covered in armor gleaming with golden rings.

When that person saw Tasia, he made no secret of his greedy expression, and Tasia immediately showed disgust on her face.

When he came to the door, the man raised a hand, ordered his followers to stand where they were, then sharply pulled the reins, and drove the beast towards Sere's group.

He held his sword, slightly raised his chin, looking like a true prince. The guards near the gate bowed to him, and he surveyed everyone opposite him with appropriate contempt.

Gonzalo Dupontdrin, the second son of Archon Ofer, the current second-in-command of the family, and in Sere's mind, an extremely brutal and shameless scumbag. It's hard to imagine that this guy, who is 1.8 meters tall, is only fifteen years old. A year ago, he broke into a small merchant's house at night and stole the merchant's twin daughters, who were said to be very beautiful and only fourteen or fifteen years old. The merchant tried to find law enforcement agencies to report the case the next day but was found dead in an alley.

Half a year later, the poor twins were found hanged next to their father's grave, and both had signs of miscarriage—

However, Sere only learned about this when he secretly overheard his father complaining to his mother at night. Archon Olga's adopted sons may be good at combat, but they were all orphans in the past. Suddenly having great power has caused many to become lost. They haven't learned the responsibilities of nobles, but they act like nobles, and because of their tragic childhood experiences, they are generally very lenient with their children, even to the point of indulgence. They even came up with the strange argument that 'a hero's son is also a hero'.

Gonzalo is a prime example and consequence. He committed such evil deeds, but in the end, he was only symbolically whipped twenty times. This is also a point of dissatisfaction for Sere with High King Matthias. No matter what merits Archon Ofer once had, he should not be granted such extra-legal grace. He has lost even the most basic justice of a knight!

Sere reined in his beast, using his body to block Gonzalo's aggressive gaze. This bastard has been flattering Tasia, and he's the relentlessly persistent type. If Tasia weren't the apple of the eye of Count Edson, a similarly powerful figure in the family, this guy probably wouldn't be so "gentle".

"Cotton Kid."

Gonzalo frowned rudely, not even saying Sere's name, arrogant beyond compare.

"I want to talk to Lady Tasia. Please move your lowly body aside."

Sere completely ignored him.

"Are you deaf?"

Sere turned back in feigned surprise, pointing at the beast under Gonzalo and saying to Tasia:

"Good heavens, I thought it was it talking."

"You're courting death! Cotton Kid!"

The angry Gonzalo clanged as he was about to draw his sword.

"Are you sure?"

Sere was not intimidated. A displeased smile appeared on his face.

"I said after the last duel that I wouldn't hold back a second time. As long as you dare to draw your sword at me, I will definitely chop off your hand. I won't be as gentle as your father, Gonzalo."

Gonzalo instantly tensed his muscles, one hand on the scabbard, the other grabbing the hilt, most of the sword already drawn.

Sere stared at him coldly.

"Are you sure? If you're sure, then throw your glove over here, and I'll catch it. Then one of us will fall in a pool of blood, ushering in an ending befitting a knight."

His voice still had some of the immaturity of a 14-year-old boy, but it was filled with chilling killing intent, as firm as a rock.

This was not a bluff. Sere had indeed killed people. Not long after his 13th birthday, he encountered a robbery while going to the city to buy things. Two robbers were beating a woman and trying to steal her bag. They carried knives, but knight nobles are also allowed to carry deadly weapons in the city. Sere first shot one person dead and then killed the other with his sword.

Therefore, everyone in the academy knew that he had killed people. Although death was not a rare sight for these noble children, very few had actually killed someone with their own hands.

Now Gonzalo was in a dilemma. Everyone was watching him, but he was clenching his teeth, frozen on the saddle like a statue, the hand holding the hilt trembling slightly, as if the feeling of the sword's edge against his neck had returned.