Chapter 120
“You mentioned an alliance between House Saxon and House Lancaster?”
The Duke of Lancaster’s office. Facing the unexpected face right there, the sword-eared Celestia spoke.
“That is correct.”
Dale nodded silently.
“Five hundred Night Crow Knights, and six black mages from the Black Tower are with them.”
He laid out the information without hiding anything from his enemy.
“For such a grand alliance, it’s a rather modest force, isn’t it?”
“Ah, war is not fought by numbers alone.”
Facing the Demon Sword, one of the Seven Swords of the Continent, the ‘Black Prince’ smiled without a trace of intimidation.
“One of the Empire’s five war heroes, the noble swordmaster Serphilia, wields her blade for the York family—separate from the imperial court’s stance, you see.”
“……That damn brat, how he dares to spout such nonsense.”
Only then did Sepheria finally twist her expression openly. Gone was any trace of the courtesy or respect she’d shown before the Heavenly Sword moments ago—her face now wore a look that was literally ‘demonic’.
“Do you need a good spanking in front of this older sister to finally come to your senses, crying and wailing?”
“Ah, I’m all grown up now. The days of getting spanked are long gone.”
Dale sneered as if it were someone else’s business.
The air stretched taut in the silence, yet the swordmaster, Sephelia, never placed her hand on her sword hilt.
