Chapter 59
Duchy of Saxony.
Deep into the night, they moved within the darkness. The hardline elders of the Black Magic Tower, who did not hesitate to become monsters of truth, moved to carry out the Black Holy War.
“For the Black Magic Tower.”
“And for the Dark Mage Tower Lord.”
Their mission was singular.
When they built a life with the woman they loved and started a family, and when Dale was born. Within the warmth of that family, the ‘Lord of the Black Magic Tower’ they knew died. And with his death, the very ideology of the Black Magic Tower perished.
Therefore, they would eliminate the family warmth that weakened the Dark Mage Tower Lord and resurrect the monster of that era.
“Elena of Saxony, Liese of Saxony, and…”
“The Black Prince is no exception either.”
Even if Dale possessed the empire’s greatest talent and was the heir apparent to the Black Magic Tower, that child was precisely the one exerting the most powerful influence over the ‘Black Duke’s weakness’.
The hardline elders of the Black Magic Tower, their resolve set, spoke in unison.
“Veritas vos liberabit.”
Behind them, the endless ranks of ‘Death Knights’ gripped their sword hilts tighter. The Saxon family’s black sword held in the Death Knight’s hand emitted a black, pallid gleam toward the duke’s house they were sworn to serve and protect.
The pitch-black aura blade.
The Black Crusade had begun.
