Chapter 205
The world of thought vanished, and the Shadow Lord stood there.
At the peak of the Blade Mountains stood the Sword Pavilion, where blades gathered to conceal the continent’s finest sword.
“……!”
As the Shadow Lord had declared from the black-gold throne, the swords of the empire knelt in allegiance.
Yet none of them were alive. For loyalty to the Shadow Lord, the ‘Black Prince’, life itself was unnecessary.
The Death Knight.
The flesh-and-bone corpses, imbued with cold and darkness, were the army of the Death Knight, embodying the winter of the universe.
“What… how…! All those Oru Masters!”
Seeing this, Philip of Brandenburg collapsed weakly onto his backside. The sword-eared Sephelia also quietly held her breath, but neither she nor the two princes showed any great panic. Rather, they remained silent, as if they had expected this outcome.
“So it had to come to this, after all.”
“…My apologies, Prince Lancelot.”
“No, it is not your fault.”
The sword-handled pen bowed its head, and the First Prince Lancelot shook his head. The Seventh Prince Mordred spoke up.
“Whoever that idiot brat was who spouted such absurd nonsense, the blame lies squarely with that brat.”
“Your Highness!”
Philip swallowed his bewilderment and glanced around.
Beside him, the Knights of Saint Magdalene overseeing the sword trial likewise showed no attempt to hide their disappointment—their faint hopes shattered, their expressions clearly saying, ‘We knew it would come to this.’
