White Wolves – Chapter 41

“It looks more like a public execution ground than a courtroom.”

Azwin sat in a seat at the very front of the execution ground, which resembled an amphitheater, with other White Wolves. Lumil, uninvited, sat naturally beside her as if it were a given. Their presence was so commanding that the soldiers in charge of assigning seats did not dare to object.

“Has Dunmel not arrived yet?”

Loyal asked anxiously.

“It’s clear something happened in Denmoju. The fact he arrived later than you, who passed through Leang after Denmoju, suggests as much…”

Azwin, also anxious, turned to Sheyden.

“You opposed my suggestion to break Kassel out of prison, right? Can you explain why now?”

“Formally, he’d become an escaped prisoner. More than anything, they can’t execute Kassel. Considering our relations with Aranthia, who sent reinforcements, the King will take our side. This trial is probably to save face for Count Lumerier, who is becoming a guardian family this time.”

“Rumors suggest otherwise. They plan to present evidence that Kassel is a fraud.”

“Oh, let them try whatever.”

For once, Sheyden spoke in a frustrated tone.

Nearly three hundred people had gathered in the courtroom. The royal knights, Black Lion Knights, various nobles, ambassadors, and wealthy merchants of Normant sat in the front rows of the amphitheater-style seats, while witnesses and mere spectators were seated around the edges. Opposite the wide, round stone platform, where the accused stood, Count Lumerier and the King sat side by side.

Apart from a bandaged arm—reportedly injured during a skirmish with a black knight he met upon arriving in Normant—the Count was as impressive as ever.

Gerald commented knowingly,

“That doesn’t look like a genuine injury. He’s probably pretending. A man his age, if really wounded by a blade, would have an imbalance, but there’s no sign of it.”

“His complexion’s too good. Maybe he slept soundly, thrilled at having caught Kassel who had eluded him for so long?”

Azwin taunted unnecessarily.

Murmurs filled the air as Kassel was led into the courtroom, his arms bound. He was supported by two executioners, their faces concealed beneath hoods. He stumbled several times before finally settling onto a chair at the center of the arena, looking visibly distressed.

“Damn it, they’ve tied him up like that, a young lad without any strength!”

As Azwin rose in protest, Sheyden stopped her.

“Kassel is the captain of the White Wolves. No one thinks of him as a weak kid.”

Azwin noticed the dark bloodstains pressed into the stone floor beneath Kassel’s chair. The idea of beheading a convict in front of hundreds seemed unimaginably cruel. Azwin held back her anger, but couldn’t stop a low growl from escaping her lips, prompting nearby ambassadors and knights to distance themselves.

The trial preparations concluded as the executioners took their positions with large axes.

Soon after, Viscount Luror silenced the crowd and introduced the King and Count Lumerier. As Luror went on with a lengthy introduction of the Count as a hero who saved Normant, Azwin was in disbelief, though the crowd cheered. Luror then introduced Kassel.

“Today, we have gathered to trial a man claiming to be the captain of the Wolf Knights. Under the watchful gaze of the heavens, we will fairly judge his deserving fate.”

Luror seemed to be trying to explain the history of the roofless courtroom, but Azwin immediately stood up.

“What did that old man just say?”

Azwin’s abrupt rise prompted the Black Lion Knights surrounding the court to advance. As Azwin drew her sword, chaos ensued even before the trial could formally begin. Only when Sheyden restrained her did Viscount Luror continue speaking.

“Special permission was granted to the White Wolves present today to carry weapons in honor of their role in defending Normant. However, they were not given to disrupt the trial.”

As Azwin tried to retort again, this time Lumil stopped her.

“Listen for a moment. I want to know why they seem so confident in their claims”

“Don’t order me around, old man!” Azwin retorted, grumbling as she sat back down.

Luror continued his explanation, “First and foremost, Captain Wolf, or rather the criminal Kassel, let’s discuss his crimes. Those present have the right to refute any evidence that appears insufficient, and anyone who refutes must bear the responsibility for their claim. For those attending the court trial for the first time, remember this point. I, Luror, will conduct the proceedings, but the final judgment will be handed down by His Majesty the King. No one can refuse his decision. Now, let’s begin the trial.”

Luror cleared his throat a few times before reading from a lengthy scroll, “The charges against Kassel are as follows: Conspiring with the traitorous Count Johnstein to harm His Majesty. There will be an opportunity for objections later, Lady Azwin.”

Luror preemptively mentioned before continuing, “Not long ago, he appeared in the territory of Leang, belonging to Count Lumerier, and assassinated Viscount Jacques Lumerier and kidnapped the daughter of Count Johnstein. During this, Captain Bading was killed. Although there’s substantial circumstantial evidence suggesting he set fire to Leang, it was night, and the main witness, Captain Bading, was killed, so we’ll exclude that charge.”

Loyal whispered to Sheyden, “The one who killed Jacques was the Black Knight, and I was the one who killed Captain Bading.”

“In Leang?”

“It was a fair duel. If any of Bading’s knight subordinates are here, they can testify,” Loyal said firmly.

Gerald commented with his arms crossed, “From what I hear, it doesn’t seem like much. I may not know the law well, but you can’t execute someone on such grounds.”

After a brief tribute to the great knight Bading of Camort, Luror continued reading from the scroll, “Invading Normant to threaten His Majesty, being suspected of murdering Viscount Regeni Lumerier, and conspiring with the ‘Black Knights’ who have killed countless innocents. Attempting to assassinate Count Lumerier, who was rushing to save Normant with the Black Knight. It’s fortunate that plan failed.”

Throughout this enumeration, Kassel remained silent. He seemed devoid of energy, not appearing to be deep in thought.

The other White Wolves were also silent. Azwin, suppressing her frustration, whispered to Sheyden, “How do you explain the Red Rose Count and the Black Knight being the same person?”

“It might sound like an excuse. Loyal, do you have any evidence?”

Sheyden inquired.

“I’m sorry. I don’t. I’ve seen and heard a lot, but I don’t know what could serve as evidence.”

Their gaze naturally shifted towards Lumil. But he, looking uncomfortable under their scrutiny, defensively said, “You think I have a clever solution?”

Lumil warned, “I know all of you well, so please be cautious. Any rash action could spark a war between Camort and Aranthia.”

“We know. That’s why we’re staying still,” Sheyden replied.

Lumil queried, “Isn’t it a bit laughable that they’re attempting to execute a foreign knight captain with just this circumstantial evidence? Is this Black Lion Count really that incompetent? Rumors claim he’s quite cleaver.”

Sheyden nervously stroked his chin before responding, “From what I know, he doesn’t act without being certain. It seems the thing I was most worried about is coming true.”

Luror then spoke of the final charge. Everything prior was merely a preamble.

“The last charge… For this, it might be best to hear from a witness personally selected by Count Lumerier. A knight, originally from a small rural village named Lurun, who, in this war, sided with Count Johnstein as a mercenary. He became a commander just yesterday.”

Upon hearing this, Sheyden let out a soft moan and Azwin took a deep breath.

“His name is Luchi Vincent. According to him, just a couple of months ago, this Kassel was a mere farmer in his village.”

The execution ground was in chaos. Only those who had heard about it in yesterday’s meeting remained silent. Gene Dunathan, who had always been favorably inclined towards Kassel, and the King, who had placed infinite trust in Kassel, said nothing with stern faces.

Kassel, who had been lying limp, lifted his head to see the witness, Luchi. Luchi, who had only one arm left, waved it as he stepped into the courtroom. He made an exaggerated bow to Count Lumerier and the King before apologizing to Kassel.

“I’m sorry, Kassel. But I cannot turn away from the truth.”

He cleared his throat and addressed everyone in the room.

“My name is Luchi. I am the very commander who invaded Normant two days ago. I understand how deeply you all despise me. Frankly, I would have no complaints if I were the one being judged instead of this imposter. All I ask is a chance to explain that I only invaded Normant because I was deceived by Count Johnstein, believing he acted for the country’s good, and I had no personal intentions in it.”

Luchi humbled himself before everyone in the courtroom.

“I’m prepared to accept any punishment for my actions. But I couldn’t stand to see the country I love, Camort, being deceived by one imposter. That’s why I stepped forward.”

“Speak clearly! Imposter? Are you ready to take responsibility for your words?”

Gerald shouted, unable to contain his anger. Luror tried to calm him, but Luchi gestured with his hand and responded himself.

“Yes. This chatty imposter sitting here grew up with me in the village of Lurun. He was a farmer’s son, growing wheat, and a few months ago, he was a mercenary in Count Johnstein’s army. I introduced him to that side and am well aware. Evidence? It’s recorded in the unit’s documents from that time. You can summon the commander who led the unit or the mercenaries who were with him. However, asking the culprit directly might be faster. Let’s see what he has to say.”

Before a crowd that found Captain Wolf’s subdued demeanor shocking, Luchi aggressively grabbed Kassel’s chin.

“Kassel, tell us, where are you from?”

Azwin lowered her head.

“Kassel, just don’t say anything.”

But Kassel replied with a weak smile.

“Luchi, you’ve always taken pleasure in tormenting me, haven’t you?”

Luchi theatrically spread his arms towards Count Lumerier, as if proud of his show. It looked like he had completed his task and awaited evaluation.

Count Lumerier snorted, then powerfully rose from his seat. Unlike before, he didn’t rise slowly from his knees, nor did he walk slowly. He strode towards Kassel as Count Johnstein had when he burst into the party. His voice echoed louder in the execution ground than before.

“If we have to provide evidence for a few charges, then let’s do so. After all, we can’t just punish a foreign dignitary haphazardly. But there should be no objections to the King of Camort punishing a Camort citizen directly.”

Count Lumerier looked down at the bowed Kassel, a victorious smile curling on his lips.

“Captain Wolf, or should I say, Kassel Noi! Remember when you kicked me out of the castle, I told you there would come a day when you’d look up to me?”

Kassel could only draw a heated breath. The count finally delivered his judgment.

“For the mere crime of a farmer meddling with royalty, deceiving numerous nobles, and the King himself, it’s sufficient for him to meet death. Kassel Noi, I sentence you to death.”

Count Lumerier turned to the king, awaiting his final judgment.

“Your Majesty?”

Lumerier urged for a reply.

“Yesterday…”

The King continued laboriously.

“I pondered it all night, but it seems this judgment isn’t an easy decision to make.”

Lumerier exclaimed in a frustrated voice.

The courtroom was no place for prolonged contemplation. “A mere peasant advised His Majesty, influenced his decisions, and shook the fate of Normant. Why such hesitation and generosity for such a man?”

The King of Camort pondered for a moment before speaking. “Even if the evidence seems clear, shouldn’t we hear the defense? Is there anyone to defend the accused?”

That’s when Sheyden rose from his seat. “I will.”

Count Lumerier glared at Sheyden with a scowl, but Luror proceeded as per the king’s decision. “Proceed with your defense, Knight Sheyden.”

“Firstly, Captain Bading wasn’t killed by Kassel. The man in Leang was Loyal, and he officially confronted him.”

Lumerier cast a cold glance at Loyal. “So, Loyal Wolf should be held responsible for murdering Captain Bading. Sneaking into the shadows and secretly killing the finest knight of Camort is a grave matter.”

“He challenged me first, and I accepted,” Loyal responded, but his voice sounded like a child talking back to an adult.

Lumerier said sarcastically, “All that was left at the scene was Bading’s corpse, and no one to attest to your story.”

Stumbling a bit, Loyal replied, “He had three or, uh, two knights with him. They can attest to our duel.”

“They pointed at Captain Wolf as the murderer. Are you the captain of the Wolf Knights?”

“No, but…” Loyal began but couldn’t finish his sentence.

Suddenly, Lumerier raised a finger as if something occurred to him. “Ah, and the horse I gifted to Captain Bading was stolen. But now, it’s in the royal stable. So, did you, who claims to have dueled with Bading, bring it?”

“I, I, uh, received it as a gift!” Loyal stammered.

Lumerier laughed and turned to the audience. “Hear this, everyone. He claims the man he killed gifted him Camort’s finest horse. Or did he kill him right after receiving the gift? Which one is it, Loyal Wolf? I heard the Wolf Knights of Aranthia care only about swordsmanship. Did they only recruit murderers and thieves?”

Lumerier stared at the now red-faced Loyal and continued. “Fine. Maybe you did. Your Majesty, it seems we need more witnesses regarding Bading’s murder. For now, Kassel is innocent.”

He then turned to Luror, “Is it procedurally alright, Luror?”

“It is,” Luror replied after consulting with two judges. He then addressed the still-standing Sheyden, “What then of the accusation that Kassel sided with the Black Knight and Count Johnstein?”

Sheyden opened and closed his mouth several times, sounding almost defeated. “The one you call the Black Knight was none other than Count Johnstein. Kassel’s simultaneous appearance with the Black Knight before Count Lumerier was a mere coincidence.”

“Knight Sheyden Wolf, is that your defense?” Lumerier looked down at Sheyden with a somewhat bored expression. Sheyden glared back fiercely, but Lumerier seemed unbothered.

“I heard that when Black Knights invaded Normant, these terrifying monsters retreated without a fight as soon as Captain Kassel stepped up. Was this also a coincidence? And if Johnstein was there, why did he attack his allies? If he possessed such tremendous power, why didn’t he first conquer Leang? Unfortunately, in my Leang, we didn’t have five grand knights to fend off such monsters.”

Azwin abruptly stood up. “Then there’s no witness who saw Kassel attacking you either. Only your subordinate knights! How can we trust that they didn’t conspire and lie?”

“The Black Lion Knights are the most trusted knights in Carmoth, Azwin Wolf, even if they are paid by me. Do not dare to diminish their chivalry.”

Count Lumerier spoke in a disdainful tone. Azwin clenched her teeth, holding back a response, yet she found herself at a loss for words.

Count Lumerier’s attack continued without delay.

“How do you explain the fact that Captain Kassel turned out to be an imposter? In a way, it suggests that you deceived the King of Camort, and you could be held accountable for that crime. It could seriously impact the diplomacy between Aranthia and Camort, so I’d advise against rash answers like before.”

Sheyden took a deep breath and responded to the Count’s accusation. To the surprise of many, especially the White Wolves present, he defended the questioned identity.

“I would like to clarify one thing, Count Lumerier. Kassel is indeed the captain of the Wolf Knights.”

Count Lumerier locked eyes with Sheyden, neither breaking the intense gaze.

“You aren’t trying to tarnish the honor of the Wolf Knights just to protect one imposter, are you?” Count Lumerier questioned.

Azwin blurted out, “It’s not a lie. We formally had Kassel swear an oath to his captaincy, granting him authority!”

“When?”

Count Lumerier asked curtly.

“A month ago! In Koholrun!”

Whispers filled the room at her revelation, and Azwin regretted her impulsive confession.

Sitting near the witness stand, Luchi, with one missing hand, interjected, “Behave, female knight. Are all Aranthian women as forward as you? Without any valid evidence, all your words are but lies. Even the minor nobles of a small territory follow due procedures when granting knighthood. Yet, a month ago in Koholrun? Was the toast with honey beer?”

“If you care for the arm you have left, shut your mouth!” Loyal snarled, making Luchi step back in surprise. The menacing act further soured the already tense atmosphere. But Azwin shot Loyal a grateful glance before addressing the two executioners standing behind Kassel, holding their axes.

“Either of you moves those axes even slightly, I swear I’ll hunt you down to the ends of the continent. Stay still.”

One was so fat his clothes barely fit, and the other was lean. The chubby one clearly startled by Azwin’s threat, though his hooded face remained unreadable.

“Is it the Aranthian way of knighthood to threaten everyone into submission?” Count Lumerier casually addressed the crowd, leisurely pacing the round courtroom.

“Is that how the Wolf Knights conduct their captain selection? Snatching anyone from the streets? Quite amusing. From my perspective, it seems nothing more than a ruse to protect a mere con artist. Maybe it’s time to end this charade?”

Count Lumerier then dramatically tilted his head.

“Go back to your land. Camort is deeply grateful for your assistance, and I, from the Lumerier family guarding the royal palace, will strive for a better relationship between our two nations.”

Drawing the Aranthian Sword he wore, Count Lumerier held it out to Sheyden.

“Convey that to Her Majesty of Aranthia.”

It was the most blatant insult Count Lumerier could muster. Knowing its significance, Sheyden refrained from accepting the blade.

“No matter what you say, the White Wolves will never abandon their captain.”

“You plan to continue with this lie?”

As the tension between Count Lumerier and Sheyden escalated, Meylumil intervened.

“I’ll say one thing about the claim that Kassel isn’t the captain of the Wolf Knights, Count Nouvel Den Lumerier.”

The Count’s eyebrows raised.

Luror inquired, “If you wish to testify, please first clarify your identity.”

“Rather than pondering who I am, perhaps you should be more concerned about the identity of that sinful young man over there. You keep ranting about evidence, proclaiming he’s not the Captain…”

“State your name and affiliation!”

Luror pressed again, but Lumil continued to speak.

“While I’m not certain about other accusations, because the evidence is contradictory, the idea that Kassel isn’t Captain Wolf and thus insults the King is utterly bizarre. Does this mean you disregard the oath of the White Wolves? If the name of the wolf is treated so lightly, our Queen would surely be heartbroken.”

Luror stopped, seemingly too tired to argue further.

Meylumil climbed atop a chair, addressing everyone, “The Wolf Knights don’t discriminate based on nationality, gender, or age if one is qualified and skilled. If all White Wolves agree, anyone can become a captain of the Wolf Knights. Whether they were a knight from an enemy country, a nameless mercenary, or even a farmer. The only requirement is a minor procedure approved by the master of the Wolf Knights. Even the Queen doesn’t intervene in the captain’s appointment.”

Meylumil seemed to enjoy the trial, “Hard to believe, isn’t it, Count Lumerier? But truly, as long as conditions are met, we can randomly appoint anyone as Captain Wolf. This is the way of Aranthia’s wolves.”

Sheyden stood up, raising his sword, “If needed, I’ll teach the weight of our oath right here.”

“Kassel Noi is the captain of the White Wolves, and I have granted him all my authority,” Azwin declared, her blade aloft.

“I am prepared to make any sacrifice to protect the captain’s life,” she asserted.

“If it means war, so be it. And I will be at the forefront of that war,” Gerald proclaimed, standing his axe upright.

Lastly, Loyal added, “I, along with my sword, will join.”

Meylumil, grinning, rested a hand on Sheyden’s shoulder, “And as one of the former White Wolves, I vouch for this oath using the master’s authority. I appoint Kassel Noi as the captain of the Wolf Knights.”

Murmurs swept the audience at Lumil’s declaration. Even Count Lumerier and the White Wolves looked shocked.

“What? Were you a White Wolf before?” Azwin whispered incredulously.

Meylumil responded in a hushed tone, “Didn’t you sort of know?”

“I thought you were just one of the retired Wolf Knights, never thought of you as a White Wolf! And revealing it now? My, you do love a good drama.”

“I’m starting to regret using the magic powder on you, Azwin. Could you not call me ‘old man’?”

Azwin chuckled, glancing at Kassel, who was seated with a faint smile despite his weary state.

The courtroom was plunged into chaos. Luror, flustered, glanced towards Lumerier for guidance. The count, lips quivering with anger, turned to the king.

Suddenly, King Charles stood up, “Kassel, speak. Did you deceive me or not? I don’t want to hear anyone else’s words. Speak!”

The courtroom fell silent. Kassel weakly opened his mouth, “I wish to speak to you alone, Your Majesty.”

Ignoring the protests of his advisors, the King approached Kassel. After hearing Kassel’s whispered words, the King retreated, staggering back to his throne.

Count Lumerier eyed both the King and Kassel suspiciously, “Your Majesty?”

Luror inquired. King Charles gestured for quiet, “We will take a short recess…”

Everyone in the courtroom pondered. They speculated that Kassel must have presented the King with crucial evidence or proposed an irrefutable deal, or maybe even a threat.

“Well, in that case, we’ll just…” Luror began, but was cut off by Count Lumerier’s outcry,

“The oath of the White Wolves?!”

For a moment, the tide seemed to turn in a way that made all of the White Wolves let their guards down. Count Lumerier brandished his sword, continuing to shout loudly.

“So, there should be all of you! Aren’t there five White Wolves? One is missing! By your logic, Kassel isn’t accepted as your captain, right? Even if there were five, if he’s only now been acknowledged, then wasn’t he not yet a formal captain before he deceived His Majesty?”

The Count quickly issued a command.

“Then, he’s still a citizen of Camort, and my judgment stands. Strike the criminal’s neck.”

It was evident that this had been preplanned. Of the two executioners, the stout one raised his ax immediately upon hearing the Count’s command. The four White Wolves drew their weapons in unison, but it was too late; they were too far to intervene.

The executioner’s ax swiftly descended towards Kassel’s neck.

“Stop!”

King Charles shouted, abruptly rising from his seat.

A fraction of a second faster, Azwin hurled her sword. Though it was too late to stop the descending ax, in a surprising twist, the slim executioner blocked the stout executioner’s hand. The ax halted above Kassel’s neck, and shortly after, Azwin’s flying sword embedded itself into the stout executioner’s wrist.

“Ugh!”

The stout executioner screamed, dropping the ax and retreating.

The slim executioner pulled Azwin’s sword from his colleague’s wrist and gave the stout one a hard kick in the chest. With a thud as loud as his weight, the hefty man tumbled down the stairs.

The slim executioner swiftly cut Kassel’s ropes with Azwin’s sword and threw it back to her. As she caught it, Azwin looked at the executioner with disbelief. Sensing her gaze, he removed his hood. The four White Wolves collectively gasped.

In the midst of this rapidly unfolding situation, only Kassel remained calm. With a flick of his wrist, he rose from his seat, glanced at Count Lumiere, who was watching the absurdity of the situation with Aranthia’s sword in hand, and ordered the unhooded executioner in sign language.

‘Dunmel, retrieve my sword.’

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Dunmel revealed two facts to Kassel.

The first was that the Black Knight was the Red Rose Count. He once aimed to rule not just Camort, but something greater. However, for some reason, he gave up his own life. It was added that the fearsome power of the Black Knight, which he relinquished, might still exist somewhere.

The second revelation was that the same individual had ordered the assassination of both the White Wolves and the Duke of Sheffield. It was the Black Lion Count!

Dunmel had appeared beside Kassel as he was about to enter the courtroom, disguised as an executioner. Kassel didn’t recognize him until Dunmel signaled him with sign language.

‘There’s someone among the audience who can confirm what I told you yesterday.’

Dunmel even showed him the person’s name using sign language. However, Kassel wasn’t yet familiar with sign language names and couldn’t identify the individual. Still, knowing that he had support was reassuring.

Throughout the trial, Kassel strained to hold back his discomfort. His throat hurt, his head throbbed, and Luror’s words echoed painfully in his ears. He had tried to hold back, but when Luchi revealed his identity, Kassel’s heart sank. Still, he waited for the right moment.

There was one opportunity, but Kassel did not seize it. He still doubted himself.

‘Should I do it? Should I risk everything?’

At that time, the White Wolves had gladly acknowledged Kassel as their captain. Kassel, full of pessimistic thoughts, wondered why. What had he done to deserve this?

‘What have I done? We just fought side by side. And I want to continue doing so. They do too.’

The approach of the King, wanting to hear Kassel’s words firsthand rather than relying on others, provided a turning point. Was he deceived, or not?

Kassel spoke quietly to the approaching King.

“Your Majesty, didn’t you just say that time that you would not listen to the words of others?”

King Charles appeared deeply flustered before returning to his seat. Then, the King declared a recess, and the Count ordered an execution.

In the next moment, chaos erupted, but Kassel, aware that Dunmel was behind him, waited calmly. Dismissing all absurd thoughts, he rose from his seat.

Kassel, rubbing his now free wrists, looked at the four White Wolves with surprised eyes and thought,

‘Considering everything, I feel undercompensated. A month’s memories won’t do. I need more!’

Dunmel managed to snatch the sword from Count Lumerier’s hand more easily than he would buy a flower from a vendor with a single gold coin. By the time the delayed fury showed on the Count’s face, Kassel was already receiving the sword from Dunmel.

“Count Lumerier.”

A silence descended on the once-chaotic execution ground. Luror approached, intending to halt the proceedings since the accused had been freed, but the King stopped him.

“Let him speak.”

Kassel responded with a smile to the King, continuing his words.

“Do not tarnish Captain Bading’s honor.”

All eyes were on Count Lumerier. Kassel inwardly shouted,

‘Step forward, Black Lion Count! Don’t throw stones from the outside. Stand in the middle of the battlefield with me!’

Regardless of Lumerier’s glares or the Black Lion Knights surrounding the execution ground, Kassel exclaimed,

“Bading and Loyal had a duel to the death. To call that murder, what do you mean?”

“You say anything to escape your crimes. Enough of this. Why are you all waiting? Bind the criminal again.”

Count Lumerier, not losing his dignity, shouted in a deep voice,

“The only one who can pass judgment here is His Majesty the King!”

With blazing eyes, Kassel rebuked Lumerier,

“Do not act as if you rule this land, Count Lumerier. It’s too soon for that.”

Kassel swiftly turned to the audience and shouted,

“If you were there, bear witness. It’s the moment to restore the honor of the captain you served. Who is the wicked murderer who brutally killed Bading?”

As everyone was taken aback by Kassel’s words, a knight from the Black Lion Knights removed his helmet to reveal his face.

“I am the knight Biang, who stood right next to Captain Bading.”

Without needing permission to speak, he continued, the center of everyone’s attention.

“There is no murderer. As a knight who witnessed Captain Bading’s death, I can tell you about the duel. Captain Bading and Loyal Wolf dueled, and it was the most remarkable duel this continent has ever seen. Right before Bading’s death, he gifted his horse to Loyal, grateful for the incredible match.”

Before the Black Lion Count could point and say something to Biang, Kassel spoke even louder. Even though his voice was hoarse from prior exertions, he didn’t stop; after all, verbal battles were about will, not volume.

“Firstly, apologize to Loyal, Count Lumerier. When two knights duel with their lives on the line, one must fall. To call that murder? Do you even comprehend the disgrace of what you’ve just said?”

Loyal unknowingly clenched his fist upon hearing this.

Kassel approached the Count,

“And another thing. Why did you try to assassinate the White Wolves, Lumerier?”

Kassel’s voice grew so soft that it was almost inaudible. On behalf of Luror, someone requested,

“Please, Kassel, testify louder.”

Yet, Kassel, seemingly defiant, spoke even softer.

“Shall I guess? You’ve been meticulously planning to rule this land for a long time. Bringing all the nobles around Normant under your control, and strategically isolating the only threat, Count Enoa.”

Kassel whispered into Lumerier’s ear in a voice barely audible.

“Count Johnstein was an unexpected variable, yet you took it as a golden opportunity to wage war. As planned, you now claim Normant under the guise of protecting the royal family from Count Johnstein.”

“Speak louder, Kassel. No whispering is allowed in this court,” Luror admonished with a more stern voice. But Kassel paid no heed.

“The Black Knight confused me. But once I realized the Black Knight’s identity was Count Johnstein, all my questions were answered. Because Count Johnstein was making the same calculations as you. He just chose differently, whether to use the Black Knight or the Blackfoot. Isn’t that right, Lumerier?”

“There’s nobody here who will believe your lies that once shook the royal court,” the Count retorted, barely moving his lips.

Kassel clenched his fist. For the first time, the Count had stepped into the center of the battleground prepared by him. And Kassel didn’t step down from the center either.

‘I won’t step down. This is my fight.’

Had he announced loudly what he had just told the Count, Lumerier would have retaliated.

Kassel knew his opponent was far more experienced as an orator. Three out of every five present were on the Count’s side. There were hardly any who would take the side of a faux Captain Wolf, set to be a guardian family soon. Even with evidence, the battle could easily be lost. That’s why Kassel’s weapon was Count Lumerier’s anxiety.

The anxiety of this fact potentially being revealed.

Thus, Kassel spoke so that only Lumerier could hear. Wondering what Lumerier would do to shut him up.

“Step down, cur! Even if not here, there will be countless moments where I can kill you. The moment you lose the shield known as the White Wolves, I’ll hang you in the very center of Normant.”

Count Lumerier was not someone that feared anything physical. But anxiety has no form. Kassel further inflamed the Count’s anxiety.

“If it’s revealed that you ordered the assassination of the Duke of Sheffield, you’d be the one hanging, right?”

The Count glared at Kassel with wide eyes. Had this been announced to everyone, he would have dismissed Kassel’s words as lies. But in this situation, where it seemed Kassel alone knew the truth, the Count couldn’t hide his emotions.

“You seem to be lashing out in desperation before your death. In this court, no one…”

“I won’t be the one testifying. With the evidence Bading’s aide, Biang, brought, Count Godimer from Koholrun will. Perhaps then there’ll be some pushback?”

Lumerier instinctively looked towards the audience. Kassel only stared back at the Count’s eyes and shook his head, “Not there. To the right.”

Lumerier’s eyes shifted right.

“Further. Further. The very last seat. The man in the robe.”

Kassel had already pinpointed the location.

“Found him, haven’t you?”

Mimicking Azwin’s tone, Kassel said, “Planning to deceive with some vagabond?”

The Count’s voice was no longer firm. Kassel narrowed his eyes and smirked. Then, suddenly, he turned and shouted.

“Count Godimer! It’s time for you to show your loyalty to His Majesty. Ready to testify, risking your life?”

The robed man stood up, removing his hood.

“I am Godimer from Koholrun. My apologies, Your Majesty, for entering in disguise. Allow me to pay my respects now.”

Luror, having no idea what was happening, momentarily flustered, asked, “Well, Count Godimer, what testimony…”

“One must be questioned to testify,” Godimer stated, turning his gaze to Kassel.

Luror then inquired, “Hmm, Kassel, what question do you have?”

Kassel glanced not at Luror nor Godimer, but at Lumerier. The count’s eyes quivered with anger and fear. Suddenly, Gene Dunathan, who had been biting his nails, stood abruptly and spoke.

“I request a halt to this trial! The proceedings have changed since they began. Never in this execution ground has the accused changed midway. I ask for a recess.”

The King, who had intended to halt the trial from the beginning, granted the request.

“Let it be so.”

Gene Dunathan continued.

“And Your Majesty, I request new troops for Count Lumerier for the next trial.”

Lumerier was visibly surprised, but the King made his decision swiftly.

“Do so. After this time, Count Lumerier is forbidden to leave Normant and his guards will only be from the royal knights.”

The count glared at Count Godimer with bloodshot eyes and said,

“Godimer, do you think waving your flag at me like this will keep Koholrun safe?”

“I simply stood, I said nothing.”

Godimer replied, his smile never wavering.

“But once I testify, I will only speak the truth. And I have a document, a diary left by your guardian knight captain, Bading. You’ll probably have to testify about Bading’s handwriting.”

Lumerier, clutching his bandaged shoulder, fell deep in thought for a moment. Soon, he spoke.

“I wondered why I kept hearing voices inside me telling me to kill everyone. It seems they foresaw this. How interesting.”

With a calm voice, as if he’d given up on everything, he addressed the King.

“Your Majesty, make your choice. Either kill everyone or die with them.”

King Charles shot up from his seat.

“I choose neither. Arrest Lumerier now!”

At the king’s command, the royal knights readied their spears. The Black Lion Knights did the same, unsure if they were truly going to fight with the royal knights, they looked to their lord for a sign.

Lumerier let out a hollow laugh and drew his sword. Kassel thought it was aimed at him and was momentarily taken aback, but Lumerier’s target was the King. Gene Dunathan rushed to intervene, but was slashed across the chest by the count’s sword.

“Your Majesty, King Charles, you were much cuter when you did as told.”

Lumerier raised his sword toward the king.

Just then, an arrow from a distance pierced through Lumerier’s arm. In the brief moment the count was startled and dropped his sword, over fifty archers had their arrows aimed at the Black Lion Knights.

Even though the royal guards saw the arrows weren’t aimed at them, they dropped their weapons in surprise.

The archer who had precisely shot the count’s arm approached and spoke.

“Don’t get me wrong, Lumerier. This is just a petty revenge for driving me from the position of captain of the royal knights.”

It was only when he reached the trial grounds that people recognized him.

“Captain Derick!”

Luror was the first to recognize him, and King Charles, who had narrowly escaped the count’s blade, rushed to him.

“Derick, I didn’t expect you to come.”

“It was Count Enoa’s wish.”

He then addressed Kassel directly.

“Captain Wolf! A message from Count Enoa. Instead of the promised reinforcements, he has sent new troops. He hopes you will find them useful.”

Kassel nodded slightly in acknowledgment. Now, all eyes turned to Count Lumerier. In what might be his final moments of power, he appeared small and frail. Yet, the Count was smiling.

“It’s brief, but it makes one think a lot.”

He squeezed his bleeding arm, pierced by the arrow, and cast a fleeting look at King Charles. Then he turned back to the empty throne.

“It would’ve been over with just one step. Who’s interfering like this? Captain Bading? A splendid revenge. But it’s not him. Johnstein? The guy actually helped me. Godimer? Whatever nonsense he spouted, it didn’t affect my plan.”

Count Lumerier began unwrapping the bandage from his shoulder. Kassel, feeling a sudden unease, took a step back. Dunmel was right behind him, guarding his back, but it seemed that wouldn’t be enough. An icy cold smile fixed on Kassel.

“Ever since I acquired its power, ‘it’ has been urging me to kill you. And now I know why. Ah, Kassel, if only you hadn’t been there…”

A heavy darkness clouded Kassel’s vision. Tears welled up, and though he blinked several times, the surrounding gloom only seemed to intensify.

Kassel shook his head vigorously. A sudden realization made him look back at Lumerier. From where the Count stood, shadows began to spread.

“The Black Knight?” Kassel uttered, voice laced with disbelief.

Count Lumerier collapsed on the spot. The Black Lion Knights, paralyzed by an unseen force and unable to move, couldn’t rush to his aid. Instead, it was Luchi, promised a prestigious position after the ongoing trial, who raced over to support him. Luchi always seized opportunities when they arose.

“Black Lion Count, are you alright?”

“I’ve been better. Can you lend me a hand?”

“Of course!” Luchi responded loudly. In a swift move, Count Lumerier grasped Luchi’s throat. Luchi attempted to wrestle free, but the Count’s grip was unyielding. Effortlessly, Count Lumerier stood, lifting Luchi as if he weighed no more than a feather.

“Strangely, I feel better now.”

Within Count Lumerier’s grasp, Luchi shattered to pieces.

Splattered with Luchi’s blood, Lumerier declared, “All will bend to my will.”

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A black mist exploded around Count Lumerier. The moment Luchi shattered, Kassel had a gut feeling something was amiss. He hastily retreated but the explosion’s radius was far greater than anticipated. Nearly losing his balance, Kassel was caught up in the blast, lifted several meters into the air before plummeting downwards. Just as he braced for impact, someone caught him mid-air and gently set him on the ground.

Regaining his bearings, Kassel looked up to find it was Sheyden.

“Rise, you who have died here.”

The only figure standing amidst the exploded black smoke was Count Lumerier, his attire and physique now seemingly devoid of color, a stark contrast of black and white. His voice reverberated chillingly through the execution grounds.

“By my will, you will become a body that will never die again.”

Screams erupted. These were not just startled cries from the black smoke but genuine terror. On all sides, panic ensued, gripping all in attendance.

Bodies long dead and buried began to rise—skeletal remains, devoid of flesh. As they stood, flesh began to regrow on their bones.

The royal knights and guards, taken aback, lashed out at the reanimated corpses. Despite being impaled or shattered, these beings didn’t falter. One cannot kill what’s already dead.

“Twelve priests who serve me, return to my side.”

Count Lumerier slowly extended his hand. From afar, the haunting sound of a horn echoed.

Gerald shouted in alarm, “Linke!”

The dreadful horn, which once instilled fear across Normant, now signaled impending doom. Not only the execution grounds but all of Normant was gripped in panic.

The horrifying roar of a monstrous steed sounded dangerously close.

Azwin looked to Gerald, eyes begging for an explanation, “I thought those creatures were destroyed?”

Gerald, grinding his teeth, replied, “So did I, but they’re merging again. And this time, they can come back to life as long as he’s around.”

Count Lumerier nonchalantly tossed aside the shriveled corpse of Luchi and glanced at the arrow embedded in his arm. Just by looking, the arrow disintegrated to dust.

He looked down at his hands. Black smoke wrapped around them, transforming into black iron gauntlets. When he glanced at his shoulders, they too were encased in iron armor. It didn’t take long for the black smoke billowing from his mouth, nose, and wounds to envelope him, crafting the silhouette of a full set of black armor.

Finally, a ragged breath echoed from within the massive black helmet.

Darkness covered the sky, and a palpable gloom settled over the courtyard. Panic ruled. Even knights, trained for all sorts of combat, had no knowledge of how to fight the dead. Falcon’s usually orderly troops couldn’t find the will to fire their arrows at the corpses.

Initially, the corpses moved sluggishly. Now, they darted like monkeys, screeching and pouncing on those who ran in terror.

People tripped over chairs in their confusion, and others stumbled over the fallen. Soldiers swung their swords wildly, occasionally stabbing their comrades. Those few who mustered the courage to strike the corpses found their bravery extinguished when the dismembered bodies reassembled and grabbed at their ankles.

Another horn sounded, closer this time.

The White Wolves gathered around Kassel. They kicked away corpses rising from the ground, severing their heads. Gerald swung his blade fiercely, cutting through the animated corpses while shouting for them to attack him.

“Fall back. There’s no use wasting our energy on things that just rise again,” Sheyden yelled.

“And then what? There are even more formidable foes coming soon, twelve of them,” Gerald bellowed as he cleaved another crawling corpse with his axe.

King Charles couldn’t help but scream when he saw the skeletal corpse, composed of bones and rotten flesh, rise from beneath the execution platform. Falcon immediately swung his blade to protect the king, but it was futile as the severed head quickly reattached itself.

With a hazy gaze, Kassel stared at the Black Knight, once known as Lumerier. Now completely restored to his former self, the Black Knight stood tall, his dark gaze from within the abyssal helm fixed on Kassel.

Kassel took a step towards the Black Knight. The White Wolves, preoccupied with battling the corpses, kept pace with Kassel, solely to protect him.

“Do you recognize my power, Kassel?” The Black Knight’s voice was inhuman.

“I do, Lumerier. But the you I knew wouldn’t flaunt this power so openly. You would’ve hidden it, reserved it for something greater. Have I pushed you to such an extent?”

“Perhaps.”

The Black Knight chuckled, the sound sending chills down the spine.

“At least Count Johnstein didn’t raise the dead,” Kassel said, stopping five steps away from the Black Knight. A void seemed to form between them, even as the darkness swirled around.

Azwin and Dunmel took their positions on the left, Sheyden and Gerald guarded the rear, Loyal stood to the right, and Lumil aided Falcon from a distance, shielding the King.

“Recall your power, Lumerier. The battle was over before. This is but a grotesque resistance,” Kassel declared, drawing his blade and pointing it towards the Black Knight.

With a guttural voice, the Black Knight roared, “The battle starts now. Immortals, wipe out all that lives!”

Barely held together, the flesh of the corpses bulked up. From the distance, dark horses leapt over the walls, quickly encircling the courtyard. The deathless Twelve Knights pointed their long lances forward.

Some soldiers outright abandoned their weapons. Gerald and Azwin gritted their teeth at the thought of facing these terrifying foes again.

But then Kassel, holding his blade high, shouted, “Listen, soldiers of Normant! Don’t be entranced by the horror before you. Look closely. They aren’t enemies you can’t defeat. If they rise when cut, then cut them down again.”

Kassel’s voice echoed eerily. Azwin noticed that the dark aura surrounding them, including Kassel, had vanished. The encroaching darkness began to recede, and light started to fill the surroundings once again.

“Giving up means welcoming death. Do not surrender. This can be a moment of glory for the Kingdom of Camort. Every soldier here will be remembered as heroes who stood against death itself. Every nation, every order of knights, will remember you. Fight, warriors, and the glory of Camort shall be with you.”

The soldiers had already formed ranks around the arena where the White Wolves stood. Even those who had tried to flee turned to face their adversaries, and the royal knights intertwined with the Black Lion Knights, joining forces.

“Do not retreat. The White Wolves are with you.”

With a final shout, Kassel turned his sword back to the Black Knight.

The darkness was receding. The battle resumed. Initially, the strength of the corpses wasn’t enough to penetrate the knights’ armor. Sharpened swords and spears could easily shatter these lifeless bodies.

“How quaint, Kassel. Command your troops and resist as much as you like.”

Lumerier taunted in a voice that was a mix of languages, making it hard to understand.

“Your eloquence will mean nothing before the power I now possess. With a mere snap of my fingers, the twelve knights waiting in the wings will descend and obliterate you and your revered Wolf Knights. If once isn’t enough, I’ll attack ten times, twenty times. I can fight you for eternity if you wish.”

The transformed Black Knight Lumerier reached out his hand.

“I’ve gained the power to control those who cannot die. In front of my might, you’ll realize your weakness and suffer endlessly.”

Loyal quickly stepped forward to stand by Kassel, realizing the meaning behind the Black Knight’s gesture. Yet, Kassel didn’t retreat; instead, he mirrored the Black Knight’s hand gesture, extending his sword forward.

“No matter if you wield magic that revives the dead or control endlessly resurrecting corpses…”

Their intense gaze met – fearless eyes of Kassel versus the smoky eyes of Lumerier. Kassel clenched his teeth so hard that it almost seemed like they’d break, before finally speaking.

“…Only a White Wolf can survive after seeing the fangs of the White Wolves, Lumerier.”

The Black Knight burst into laughter at Kassel’s words.

“Still full of empty boasts and lies, Kassel Noi. A mere farmer from Lurun, and now you claim the fangs of a White Wolf? Everything about you is a sham!”

“I once lied, but I don’t anymore. I once was a farmer, but not now. I once was a fake, but I won’t be anymore.”

Kassel’s voice overpowered the sinister tone of the Black Knight.

“I am the captain of the White Wolves, Kassel Wolf!”

A brilliant white light erupted from the sword Kassel held, illuminating the surroundings. The encompassing darkness was instantly pushed back. It was a blinding yet gentle light. The radiant blade seemed as if Kassel himself was the source of the luminescence.

Everyone in the court was taken aback. The White Wolves were especially stunned, but among them, Meylumil was the most astonished.

“I never thought I’d see this light again.”

The Black Knight was equally startled by the light, but he quickly recomposed himself, extending his palm forward.

“A mere sword’s magic cannot defeat me!”

Black tendrils emerged from the Black Knight’s palm. The twelve Black Knights, who had been waiting, charged simultaneously towards the center of the court.

Kassel, with a poised stance, ordered, “White Wolves, protect your captain at all costs.”

The White Wolves formed a protective circle around Kassel.

Checking on the King’s location, Kassel was relieved to see Lumil and Falcon beside him.

“Loyal.”

Kassel swiftly tossed the glowing sword to Loyal on his right. Loyal, caught off guard, managed to catch it. The light transferred to Loyal, yet a residual glow still surrounded Kassel.

“Remember what I told you?”

Kassel asked.

When Loyal hesitated, seemingly unsure of what he meant, Kassel chuckled and said, “Show me some magic.”

The Twelve Black Knights charged over the lined-up soldiers, lunging at the White Wolves. Their leader, the lord of the Black Knights, stretched out his finger, emitting a dark energy.

The assault from the Twelve Knights was repelled by Sheyden and Gerald at the forefront, while Azwin and Dunmel swiftly followed, taking down four of them in an instant. The dark threads emanating from the hand of the Black Knight, who was once Count Lumerier, were entangled and halted by the glow of the magic sword.

Seeing the dark energy stopped by the sword’s power, Loyal’s eyes widened. He swung his sword fiercely, dispersing the dark energy. When the dark threads enveloping the White Wolves were cut, the Black Knight staggered back.

“This blade can cut through,” he remarked.

The Black Knight, who had once been Count Lumerier, swung his arm, and from it, a fan-shaped burst of energy was released. The stone floor cracked as if hit by an earthquake, sending shattered rock into the air. But even as Loyal, leading the defense, made an unseen slice through the air, the dark energy was cleaved apart. The force didn’t even reach where Kassel stood.

Seeing his darkness ineffective, the Black Knight roared, raising both hands. A surge of dark power erupted from the ground like a geyser, plunging the surroundings into night-like darkness. Eight of the fallen knights quickly regenerated, once again forming a dozen. However, the four White Wolves didn’t stop their assault.

Loyal glanced back at Kassel and said, “Keep watching, Kassel.”

He lunged at the Black Knight who took on the form of Count Lumerier. Diving into the darkness, Loyal was almost invisible. The Black Knight swung his arm, but by then, Loyal was already within his grasp, slicing through the darkness, the air, and the knight’s armor.

From the slashed armor, a burst of white light exploded.

The luminescence enveloped Loyal, breaking apart as the Black Knight’s body split in two. The spreading white light pushed back the continuously regenerating Twelve Black Knights and even took down the corpses that the royal soldiers had been fending off.

The shattered black armor writhed and burned white-hot on the ground, like a piece of meat thrown onto a grill. A grotesque black figure rose from the helmet, ascending into the air before being consumed by white flames, losing its form. The other twelve Black Knights also burned away in the same manner.

In the place where the Black Knight once stood, only Loyal remained, his magic sword stretched out. The blade slowly lost its glow and returned to its usual dark hue.

The darkness vanished. The heavy atmosphere lifted, revealing the blue sky once more.

“What was that light just now?” Azwin asked in wonder.

Lumil, who had been by the king’s side, turned to everyone and said, “It’s the light of the Aranthia sword. You know, when wielded by a true hero…”

“It shines? I thought that was a myth…” Azwin laughed but then looked at Kassel, halting her words, “…or maybe not.”

“Is everyone okay? Well, you all seem fine,” Sheyden remarked, resting his hefty spear on his shoulder.

Gerald, too, slung his axe over his shoulder and grinned, “Hey, Kassel, you did great at the end. Did you rehearse that?”

“Why would I? It just… happened,” Kassel said, slightly wobbling from exhaustion. Dunmel quickly supported him. Naturally, all the White Wolves gathered around Kassel.

Gerald ruffled Kassel’s hair, “Did everyone see? Kassel giving orders! When he takes command so confidently, it even makes me feel good.”

Everyone agreed with Gerald’s statement through laughter. However, only Loyal didn’t laugh and said, “Were you referring to Kassel when you mentioned someone would appear, Lumil?”

At Loyal’s serious question, the laughter halted. Everyone’s gaze shifted to Lumil. After a moment’s recollection, Lumil slapped his palm, “Ah, that. No? I thought someone of his caliber would appear within 5 years. Who would think there wouldn’t be someone like that in such a long time?”

“Thankfully, we don’t have to wait 5 years.”

Before Lumil could say anything, Loyal swiftly threw the short sword back to Kassel, just as Kassel had once handed it to him. Kassel caught it, visibly startled.

Drawing his own sword, Loyal stepped back. Everyone silently observed his unexpected actions. Holding his sword with both hands inverted, its tip touching the ground, he knelt.

“I wish to make a vow I haven’t made yet.”

Kassel, perplexed, held out his hand.

“Eh? Why are you kneeling to me right now?”

Finishing his previously interrupted statement, Loyal proclaimed, “This decision is purely my personal opinion and has nothing to do with everyone else’s agreement. I, Loyal Wolf, will serve Kassel as my captain.”

Kassel was so shocked and flustered that he couldn’t even ask Loyal to rise or question what was happening. Azwin burst out laughing, standing beside Loyal, clearing her throat as if preparing to make a grand speech.

“Ahem, I’m not doing this because it seems fun.”

With that declaration, Azwin positioned her blade on the ground just like Loyal and knelt on one knee.

“From this moment on, I appoint Kassel as my captain. His term will last forever, until he decides to step down himself. My captain, Kassel!”

Dunmel too knelt and bowed his head. Sheyden, thrusting his spear into the ground, said, “This is our reward to you after serving as our temporary captain. Captain Kassel.”

Sheyden then slowly knelt, bowing his head. Gerald, with a cheerful voice, shouted as he knelt with his massive axe, “Refuse and you’ll die, Captain Kassel!”

Azwin snapped at him, “Why must you always kill the mood? Now we have to do it all over!”

“Oh, really? I thought it was a pretty good finish to the oath!”

“It wasn’t at all!”

Azwin vehemently denied, while Sheyden looked annoyed and crossed his arms, “Do that embarrassing act again? I won’t. As long as Kassel accepts, it’s fine. Right?”

Kassel covered his face with both hands, holding the short sword, and stumbled back.

Azwin watched Kassel with a pleased look, Sheyden laughing silently. Dunmel and Loyal pretended not to notice, but Gerald had to break the atmosphere with a comment, “Is he crying?”

Azwin kicked Gerald’s shin in annoyance.

Lumil approached and gently patted Kassel’s shoulder. “Congratulations on earning the name of the Wolf, Captain Kassel.”

Overwhelmed, Kassel finally collapsed to his knees.

He couldn’t stop the tears. He wanted to hold back, but he didn’t.

‘It’s okay to cry now. Even as a captain, you can cry.’

And so, in front of everyone, Kassel wept.

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After the arrival of Count Enoa, everything quickly settled. The Count offered Falcon, also known as Derick, the position of Captain of the Royal Knights, and the ministers agreed. Falcon initially declined, but when King Charles personally asked him, he found it hard to refuse. Kassel advised Falcon to accept the position under the condition of restoring the honor of Meorix’s name.

“Janie would be pleased. Make sure you tell her it was because of what you did.”

Accepting the Count’s offer, Falcon shook hands with Kassel, saying, “This isn’t a repayment for the big favor Janie did for me. Please don’t tell her I did it.”

“Well, it’s my choice.”

With those words, Falcon bid farewell.

Kassel didn’t get involved in deciding the guardianship of the royal family. Counts Godimer and Enoa were candidates, but with both declining and ongoing debates among the ministers, the decision didn’t seem to be coming soon, especially after the deaths of Black Lion Count and Red Rose Count.

Kassel sought out Count Godimer about Captain Bading’s issue. The Count briefly appeared, claiming that just because he helped Kassel, it wasn’t enough reason for him to be guardian.

“This is the evidence Captain Bading left.”

Placing a notebook on the table, which had only been seen by the King and a select few ministers, Count Godimer said, “It’s more of a diary than evidence.”

This note was to be delivered to the “current noble who was the most powerful and at odds with Count Lumerier” according to Bading’s will. Initially, Biang had intended to deliver it to Kassel. However, by a twist of fate, Kassel was imprisoned at that time.

In the meantime, upon the directive of Count Enoa, Biang encountered Count Godimer in Normant. Because Godimer had always maintained a neutral stance, Biang handed over the note without hesitation.

From the diary, Kassel could read Bading’s loyalty to the Duke of Sheffield. The beginning revealed the close bond between the Duke and Bading. Regardless of age and status, they were true friends. When the Duke was assassinated, Bading, consumed by revenge, sought the perpetrator.

Using his extensive intelligence network, Bading discovered the unique poison used in the crime and quickly apprehended the chef, who turned out to be an assassin hired by Blackfoot. Of course, Bading had no intention of taking revenge against Blackfoot, as they were simply an assassin group acting on orders.

He knew that Blackfoot wouldn’t reveal their client, so he joined the service of Count Lumerier. By that time, Bading had suspected that Lumerier was behind the assassination.

Swiftly gaining the Count’s trust, he sent a letter, sealed with the Count’s crest, to Blackfoot.

‘I wish to procure the same poison used last time.’

Quietly, the poison, identical to the one used to kill the Duke, was delivered to Lumerier. The diary didn’t detail Bading’s subsequent plans, but given that he kept the poison and had persuaded the chef to his side, Bading likely intended to assassinate Lumerier in the same manner – at the pinnacle of his power.

Kassel wished the diary’s contents to remain undisclosed. Godimer agreed, thinking it inappropriate for the public to know of the great knight’s infiltration driven by revenge. Grateful, Biang withdrew discreetly.

After discussing Bading, Count Godimer inquired, “Are you returning to Aranthia?”

“It’s not a return. I didn’t originally come from there.”

Godimer shrugged, “Ah, your full name’s Kassel Noi, right? I recall because our house’s bread uses wheat from Lurun village, which you mentioned. The farmer supplying it was named Noi, a man who’d never haggle on the price.”

Kassel merely laughed in response.

At noon, with even the King of Camort giving a grand send-off, the White Wolves left Normant. And the moment they left the gates, as if on cue, they all spurred their horses. Although they seemed leisurely, especially Loyal, they were in a hurry.

On the day the battle ended at the execution ground, Dunmel had spoken in detail about what had transpired in Denmoju.

‘Latilda is alive!’

Keeping Loyal, who wanted to leave immediately, was a tremendous task. Despite the size difference, Loyal was as strong as Gerald.

Thanks to their haste, they reached Denmoju swiftly, their six exhausted horses seemingly on the brink of declaring retirement, if they could speak.

The castle was in ruins, as it was when Dunmel left. Villagers no longer came to repair it, and the dispersed army of the Red Rose didn’t return.

Latilda was amidst the broken castle. She was digging the castle’s backyard with a shovel. Her vibrant demeanor was far from the gloomy image from Dunmel’s tale.

Seeing Loyal, Latilda greeted him with a smile, unflustered. To Kassel, she seemed even more beautiful now, clad in a dirt-smudged apron and hair tied casually, than when she was elegantly dressed in red at the party.

“You came with friends, I see.”

Latilda approached, wiping off her sweat.

“You’re alive.”

Loyal immediately embraced Latilda. With a smile, she patted Loyal’s back, and after a long moment, she pushed him away, saying,

“Shouldn’t you introduce your friends? These are the knights of the White Wolves, right? I recognize some faces. So, at the party, you all played a joke on me? Pretending not to know me even though Loyal was right beside me!”

Latilda nonchalantly chided everyone. They couldn’t find words to defend themselves.

“Just kidding. Come in. Let’s have some tea.”

Latilda had been living in a room where only enough of the ceiling remained to shield from the rain, the castle having been partially destroyed. The room was furnished with pieces collected from various parts of the castle. In the distance, two maids could be seen cleaning another room. But it was Latilda who personally served the tea.

“The ones left even after the layoffs. I don’t have the money to pay them now.”

While sipping her tea, Latilda suddenly asked,

“Can you tell me about what happened in Normant? The Black Knight appeared again, didn’t he?”

Taken aback, Loyal responded,

“How did you know?”

“I felt it.”

Latilda stared into the void, tea cup to her lips.

“First, tell me about that. Then I’ll share my story. Perhaps you might even have to kill me after hearing it.”

Loyal, looking flustered, didn’t know what to say.

Kassel took the lead, detailing the battle of Normant, the skirmish at the execution ground, and the death of the Black Lion Count.

After his narration, Latilda shared her story. Most of it had already been heard by Loyal and Dunmel. However, hearing about her grim past from her own lips sounded a tad melancholic.

“So, in the end, Count Johnstein gave up his life to save you?”

Kassel inquired when the stories concluded.

“It seems so. But something’s strange. I know for sure that neither my father nor Count Lumerier knew any strange magic. They certainly hadn’t learned or used it.”

Latilda examined the palms of her hands.

“To be honest, I don’t really know what happened…”

Suddenly, Gerald spoke up. Everyone braced themselves for another of his mood-dampening jests. However, against expectations, he provided a precise analysis.

“If I match the timelines, by the time Azwin and I fought the Twelve Thorns, Count Johnstein was already dead, and you were alive, right?”

Latilda nodded.

“That’s correct.”

Both Kassel and Dunmel agreed about the timeline.

“After transforming into the Black Knight, Linke died by my axe. He couldn’t resurrect infinitely and just vanished. The Black Knights that Count Lumerier summoned weren’t the Twelve Thorns. They were just armors. Even when we shattered them, they resurrected instantly. But when Count Lumerier fell to Loyal’s blade, they never formed again.”

Azwin added,

“I agree with that. The Black Knights that appeared at the execution ground numbered twelve, but they weren’t the Twelve Thorns. The Thorns truly died by our hands.”

Gerald continued,

“What this means is, you’re not related to the Black Knights. You can’t summon them, and there’s no evil spirit spontaneously awakening due to you.”

It was evident how remarkable Gerald’s analysis was, given that Latilda had no context. She replied pensively,

“Who knows? Maybe I just can’t use it.”

She showed her hands; the nails were broken, dirtied, and scarred. Kassel quickly realized these were the wounds of someone new to farming.

“But he has a point. The Thorn Knights healed instantly when wounded. But when I get hurt, even from minor mistakes, they don’t heal and leave scars. Just like any ordinary person.”

Loyal gently held Latilda’s hand.

“You’re not like an ordinary person; you are an ordinary person.”

Dunmel conveyed this in sign language, which Sheyden translated for Latilda.

“Your father mentioned he would sacrifice something right before saving you. I suspect it was his life and some sort of promise. Count Johnstein probably used such dark power for his desires.”

Latilda’s gaze fixed intently on Dunmel’s eyes, as if she was deciphering some hidden message in them.

“If I remember correctly the conversation that took place in the cave at the last moment, it was surely to save you. Latilda, the death you saw in your nightmare — Count Johnstein surely saw it too. And he sacrificed everything to prevent that. Yet, since he couldn’t prevent your death, in his last moment, he gave up everything to bring you back.”

“Does that mean I’ve become like Linke, with a transformed body?” Latilda asked.

Kassel immediately refuted, “I don’t mean to offer false comfort, but neither Count Lumerier nor Count Johnstein made any sacrifices when they resurrected the dead. It was done easily, with a mere wave of their hand. It’s a magic that allows the dead to walk like the living, not truly bringing them back to life. Yes, you might not be a regular human anymore, but you surely haven’t become immortal either.”

Latilda took a moment, then turned to Loyal, “Your friends have a peculiar way of offering comfort.”

Latilda said with a playful smile, looking at everyone around.

Her demeanor, as she held out both her hands confidently, reminded one of Count Johnstein preparing for a war.

“Having defeated Count Lumerier who became the Black Knight, I have a request, Loyal. If I ever become such a monster, promise to be the first one to end my life?”

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While Loyal seemed to want to stay in Denmoju, Latilda refused. Loyal reluctantly withdrew. The five who had left before were waiting at the entrance of Denmoju, awaiting Loyal’s final goodbye.

Sheyden, with arms crossed, commented to Kassel, “Meylumil mentioned that the issue with the Black Knights isn’t only in Camort. This might just be the tip of the iceberg.”

Azwin grimaced, “So, such events occurred in Aranthia too?”

“It’s not impossible.”

“Damn, if Kassel enters Aranthia, won’t the same thing happen again? That’s terrifying.”

Azwin’s laughter followed her comment, but Kassel genuinely worried about such a possibility.

“I’m not sure if I should really go to Aranthia.”

“Don’t worry. With the valor you showed against Lumerier, this is just a minor challenge!”

Gerald whispered as he noticed the returning Loyal’s gloomy face, “Wasn’t Latilda a bit scary earlier?”

“Yes, the thought of actually coming here to kill her was frightening,” Azwin admitted.

Only Sheyden disagreed, “Latilda made a pledge to herself when she said those words. She’s determined not to become like her father or Count Lumerier. Even if she gains such power, she won’t use it for wicked deeds. Everything will happen as per the Lady’s wishes… Think about it. If Latilda doesn’t want something terrifying to happen, it won’t.”

While Kassel and Gerald seemed moved, Azwin smirked, “Always the wise one, aren’t you?”

Loyal mounted his horse and the rest followed. From a distance, Latilda waved them off, and Loyal waved back.

Before joining the group, Kassel took one last look behind. The evening sun highlighted Latilda’s red hair as it danced in the wind, her form seemed even stronger than Count Johnstein in his armor and sword.

Kassel believed that by the time he returned from Aranthia, the name of Latilda would be well-known in Camort. Not as the Dark Lady, but as the Red Rose Countess.

–TL Notes–
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