Chapter 143
It was truly one disaster piled upon another.
Prince Mordred, grinding his teeth over the matter of the Sacred Sword and harboring personal vendettas; Princess Chiara, whose true intentions remained utterly inscrutable; and the magicians of the Crimson Magic Tower, still plotting with their insidious, dark schemes.
And to make matters worse, the Church and the White Magic Tower were sharpening their blades, demanding accountability for the shattered Sacred Sword.
Surrounded by enemies on all sides, the only silver lining here was the existence of the ‘Duchy of Saxony’ and his father, the Duke of Saxony, who stood encircling those enemies.
The greatest feudal lord of the empire—the fear people held for him was never without reason. Even the reckless prince, who shared the imperial bloodline, was no exception.
‘He cherished the Sacred Sword like his own father?’
And when the Black Knight warned Mordred, seeing him swallow his breath in bewilderment, he could sense it instinctively.
‘Surely not…’
If that suspicion were true, it would be utterly laughable. But at least right now, the royal family’s internal strife was not what he needed to think about.
I cannot rely entirely on the protection of my father, the Black Duke. Dale, too, has duties to fulfill as the ruler of this Demon King’s Domain and, furthermore, as the Saxon Duke’s representative.
The gathering at the Saxon Viscount’s estate evoked memories of when the heroes from another realm had faced the Demon King Valour.
