Propping up his chin and inhaling the smell of scented candles, Darcy looked at the magic circle painted on the bathroom floor.

 

 

The magic circle of teleportation was his salvation, which could send him to a place where the Empire would not be able to track him down.

 

 

Darcy was only able to complete it after he had put in all the magic stones he had received from Marceau and added all the magic stones he had accumulated.

 

 

The magic circle, created by crushing and squeezing magic stones, worked even in a palace where magic could not be used.

 

 

But that's something I don't need anymore.

 

 

But this does not mean that magic stones have become useless.

 

 

Darcy took out a bag that he had left in the bathroom.

 

 

In his palm was a weapon created on the basis of what Marceau had told him.

 

 

A weapon that squeezes magic stones and allows you to shoot them.

 

 

Darcy took pieces of magic stone from his bag pocket and, finding the smallest ones, put them one by one into his weapon, loading it.

 

 

It was the only weapon that could be used in the palace, where Darcy's magic was cut off. A weapon that he would not have invented if it were not for the words of Marceau.

 

 

Click.

 

 

Darcy put the bag and the magic stones back under the bathtub and put the revolver in his pocket. After that, he threw on a black cloak that resembled darkness itself.

 

 

A faint glint appeared in his eyes and immediately disappeared.

 

 

Darcy walked slowly out of the bathroom and locked the door.

 

 

"It took quite a while," Emperor Kies's voice pierced his ears as the door clicked.

 

 

"Had a good time," Darcy replied with a grin.

 

 

For a moment, Kies narrowed his eyes at him. It was obvious what the Emperor was thinking when he frowned.

 

 

I'm sure he's thinking, "An insignificant illegitimate child.

 

 

"Say goodbye before you die," Kies said, taking the sofa on which Darcy always sat, as if it were a matter of course.

 

 

In a room devoid of light, people appeared hiding in the dark.

 

 

Hostile persons, aggressive behavior.

 

 

It wasn't hard to understand why they were here.

 

 

The Emperor gathered everyone from assassins to mages to swordsmen. What was even more ridiculous was that it was these people who fought alongside Darcy on the battlefield.

 

 

Although he could not reveal himself.

 

 

Kees' actions were not so surprising to Darcy. No, he would rather be surprised if everything were not like this.

 

 

Because of the curse placed on his heart.

 

 

If the Emperor's order was not carried out, Darcy's heart should have been torn, and there was only an hour left before the curse was lifted.

 

 

Even though Kies said that he would spare his life, Darcy never fully believed in it.

 

 

After all, if he had survived, Kiesu would have had to live with the fear of death for the rest of his life.

 

 

The Emperor watched leisurely as Darcy glanced at those present. It was like the mercy shown to an animal in a cage.

 

 

Darcy blinked with an expressionless face.

 

 

Instead of escaping, I choose change. And the problems begin right now.

 

 

Only his mind seemed refreshed.

 

 

To be honest, I wasn't too eager to do anything, even if I ran away. I just wanted to live a different life.

 

 

But now I feel that my life, which was powerless, has become more precious.

 

 

"Could you wait a minute?" A polite voice escaped Darcy's lips as he tilted his head towards Kies.

 

 

It was a very different manner from when the man was with Marceau.

 

 

The deferential address was something that Kies had clearly planted in Darcy's mind. Repeating torture and orders.

 

 

That was why he hated polite speech so much.

 

 

"I gave up quickly. Okay, I guess I'll have to do this in honor of our last deal.

 

 

He must have searched every room here except the bathroom, which I locked. So it allows. Like a winner.

 

 

Kiesu has always liked to give people hope and then destroy it.

 

 

"You've been working hard all this time.

 

 

Darcy remembered the situation, looking at the Emperor's satisfied face, as if he was showing generosity. After all, he endured worse moments.

 

 

Darcy pretended to resign himself to his fate and closed his eyes, reproducing the memorized situation.

 

 

5 assassins on the right. 5 mages in the middle. 5 knights on the left. A total of 15 people.

 

 

And 20 shards of magic stones," Darcy remembered how many magic stones were in the magic tool he had invented.

 

 

The time has come," Darcy's hands moved quickly.

 

 

He instantly drew his gun and grinned. The magic tool spun in his hand.

 

 

"Then I should start the negotiations with this.

 

 

And with that, he drove a magic bullet right into the center of Kies's arm.

 

 

Bach! Before Kies could react, Darcy put the barrel of his revolver right up to his temple.

 

 

The revolver, made of compressed magic stones, was quite durable.

 

 

"Ah!" Kies shouted, belatedly noticing that blood was flowing from his hand.

 

 

But no one could approach them.

 

 

This was because those present felt that the moment they rushed out of their seats, the Emperor would die.

 

 

"Now let's talk again," Darcy whispered in a happy voice. His eyes of different colors curved beautifully.

 

 

The man's face, illuminated by the moonlight, was overflowing with vitality.

 

 

Everyone in the room took their breath away. It was so quiet, as if they all felt the same thing. The tension continued to rise until it became suffocating.

 

 

In that silence, Darcy felt joy.

 

 

Oh, how long it has been since I felt so alive!

 

 

–Wait. I need to see what kind of face you have," Darcy grabbed Kies by the hair and tilted his head.

 

 

Ugh-gh," Kies groaned, throwing his head back. Darcy's face appeared in front of her eyes, distorted with horror.

 

 

"Oh, that's not the look at all," Darcy whispered so that only Keyes could hear it, frowning and making a sad face.

 

 

Just as the Emperor was about to say something harsh, Darcy calmly warned him.

 

 

"If you say one more word, you will meet the mages you have already killed.

 

 

– ……!

 

 

It was exciting to see Kies shaking like a rat.

 

 

The moment Darcy decided to leave, the hidden emotions began to appear one after another.

 

 

Yes, he wanted revenge. He wanted to inflict pain on Kies that would surpass all the pain he had felt so far.

 

 

Darcy wanted to see Kies's face distorted like this.

 

 

Even when I decided to leave everything behind and disappear, even when I realized that I would die if I couldn't collect the magic stones, I wanted to see this face distorted by hatred.

 

 

Because Kies never showed me that side of himself.

 

 

He always used me and then just rolled his eyes and talked about what I should do next.

 

 

"Hey,, do you really think you can kill me—"

 

 

"I said I would make you meet with everyone you killed, but you still haven't figured out the situation...... In the 19th century, the Let's try again," Darcy frowned, realizing that he was using polite language out of habit.

 

 

It was for this reason that he did not want to use polite speech when he met Marceau. Because Darcy hated anything that reminded him of Kiesa.

 

 

The Emperor shook his whole body.

 

 

Darcy clattered and pressed the muzzle of his revolver harder against his temple. Suddenly he thought of Marceau.

 

 

Marceau seems to prefer a formal speech.

 

 

To be honest, I don't want to be polite, because I don't think it's a good thing.

 

 

Hard.

 

 

I'll have to watch it for a while, but I don't want to diminish my attractiveness in her eyes.

 

 

More precisely, I want to increase it.

 

 

I think I'll need to practice 5 or 6 different styles of speech," Darcy planned to imitate Marceau's speech.

 

 

As we will meet many more times in the future, I hope that the time we spend together will always be comfortable.

 

 

It was only when he saw Kies trembling that Darcy distracted himself from his thoughts.

 

 

"Forget the idea of saving your life by order," Darcy said, returning his gaze to the Emperor's ugly face. "I'm going to shoot you before my heart explodes and I die." If you don't understand...... I can shoot you again.

 

 

The movement of Kies shaking his head was clearly visible.

 

 

Although Darcy hinted that it didn't matter that they could die together, his true intentions were different.

 

 

I have to survive. Meet Marceau alive and ask her to continue using me so that I can be there for her and help her.

 

 

If I have to use my beauty for this, I will use it. Because Marceau has a weakness for my appearance. If that doesn't help......

 

 

You just need to remove obstacles.

 

 

Just like now.

 

 

It was a neat conclusion that pleased Darcy.

 

 

Tick-tock," came the sound of the clock ticking.

 

 

Darcy and Kies's eyes turned to the clock on the wall.

 

 

The hands of the clock showed 1:30 a.m.

 

 

I was born exactly at 2 a.m. Until then, the curse continues to apply.

 

 

Kies should try to kill me in some way for the remaining 30 minutes.

 

 

Darcy looked carefully at those whom Kees had brought. Since they fought together in battles, these people also had good skills and abilities.

 

 

And, of course, all my merits went to Kies.

 

 

Darcy decided to speak first and threatened:

 

 

"If one of them twitches, I'll shoot." I believe you won't do anything stupid because you've seen the power of my weapons," he looked into the eyes of the people in the room and began to call out their names one by one: "Cylon, Catros......

 

 

As their names sounded, those present began to look as if they had seen a dead man.

 

 

Their faces looked as if they couldn't figure out how the man in the room knew their names.

 

 

–Answer. Otherwise, the Emperor will die.

 

 

"Poe, I understand.

 

 

–I got it.

 

 

The naming began suddenly, but none of them could resist Darcy's actions.

 

 

After that, Darcy, who had made it impossible for everyone to move, turned his head back to Kies.

 

 

"Good, so I want to propose. No, it's more like an order. You've done so many disgusting things to me," he grinned, revealing his true feelings. "I need you to let everyone know that I'm a Prince. Give me everything that is due, including the achievements that you have appropriated.

 

 

Darcy always wore armor and a helmet, hiding his identity.

 

 

The armor he had created for Kies was no different from his own, as he had to match the Emperor. Because everyone believed that Emperor Kies always enters the battle.

 

 

The roar of the slaughterhouse. A knight without blood or tears, a heartless Emperor who defends his country with outstanding skills.

 

 

He never lost. People's blood sprayed on his face and soaked his entire body, but he didn't shed a single tear.

 

 

After all, he is the perfect Emperor.

 

 

If anyone found out Darcy's identity, they were brainwashed so they didn't remember anything.

 

 

The brainwashing that undermined Darcy's vitality was used only for the sake of Kies.

 

 

People greet Kiesa. Not knowing what kind of bastard he was, they shouted his name while I killed the mages. It happened over and over again.

 

 

Now this will never happen again.

 

 

Darcy's face took on a deathly pale hue as he remembered the afterimages of the past.

 

 

"Kies Hecto Rodrigo, you can't kill me," Darcy muttered to Kiesu, as if cursing him.

 

 

Kies's gaze as he stared at him exuded incredible hatred.

 

 

 

 

 

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