The Blood Knight's Villains

Chapter 190

My villains episode 190

interlude. Regent and Sergeant

“How are you today?”

At Genesa’s question, Amias shrugged as he tightened the straps on his chain mail.

“It’s the same.”

“It must be difficult.”

“It is difficult.”

Amias smiled as if it was nothing and put on a surcoat.

In Surcote, there was a painting of a meteor falling through a valley. No, it is the sentence of the baron.

“How about the baroness?”

“...I do not know.”

“You don’t know?”

“huh. It’s hard to see you often.”

After that, he put on a belt with a long sword and picked up the ax that had been leaning in the corner. I walked out of the house, being careful not to scratch other furniture with the heavy blade of the axe.

“It seems like the baron got up from his seat and didn’t see him more than two days ago.”

“Oops.”

Wearing a brown gown, Genesa adjusted her collar and put on a worried expression.

“...Take care of yourself.”

Seeing her face, Amias playfully raised his lips.

“Why are you so dead? I’m not going to battle anywhere, I’m just chatting with the soldiers.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Don’t worry about me, go to bed early when the sun goes down. I go to church in the morning. I’ll pick you up in the morning.”

Leaving a short kiss, Amias left the house.

Amias and Jenesa made their homes fairly close to the manor house.

It was a house made by renovating a building that was originally a store, but it was a bit spacious for two people to live. Besides, unlike the houses around it, the building was made of bricks and whitewashed, so it was very expensive compared to a house in a country estate.

Of course, for Amias and Genesa, twenty silver coins was not that much money. This is thanks to the fact that he earned a lot of money while working under Phoenix.

Even after finding a good house in such a good location, the young couple had not been able to adjust to their new life for three weeks.

It was because of the ominous currents that had been flowing in Longville lately...

It was around dusk when Sergeant Amias arrived at the barracks. He had a brief conversation with the drill commander, Chester, and then led ten soldiers on patrol around the wooden fence.

Thanks to the hard work of the people of the province, the wooden fence that collapsed during the war was now somewhat restored.

In the case of the gate, it seemed that it would take some more time to regain its former glory, but the wooden gate and gate tower were enough to protect the territory right away.

Perhaps it was because of the rain the previous morning, there were quite a few spots where the soil was dug up at the base of the wooden fence. Thanks to this, Amias and the soldiers had to waste time shoveling here and there.

By the time the soldiers on the fence lit their torches, Amias reached the lord’s house.

“Amias-sama.”

“okay.”

Two of the four guarding the main gate of the lord’s house bowed to Amias.

They were Longville’s men, selected by Drillmaster Chester. It was only natural to show respect to the sergeant Amias.

But the other two were not.

The two men who treated Amias like a cow and a chicken were mercenaries. The men of Edwin, Baron Mallory’s half-brother.

Amias looked at the two mercenaries with disapproval and switched guards. Two of the soldiers he brought with him stood in front of the gate, and the two guarding the gate joined Amias.

A similar process was repeated after entering Yeongju Hall. Amias shifted the guard in front of the wall lord’s bedroom behind the center of the courtyard.

And wherever the soldiers were standing guard, Edwin’s subordinate mercenaries were standing next to them.

‘...Shit. What the hell is this all about?’

As Edwin acted as half-lord in place of the old and sick Baron Mallory, his men behaved as if they were the owners of the estate. It wasn’t like normal shit.

Swallowing curses inwardly, Amias headed for the hall, the final destination.

“Oh, you’re here.”

“It’s a little late.”

Standing in front of the hall were a middle-aged sergeant, two soldiers, and two mercenaries. Middle-aged sergeant Paul greeted Amias with a smile.

“To be late. The sun just went down.”

“is that so? It took me quite a while to do some shoveling on the way.”

“huh? Are you shoveling?”

“There were some places where the ground was dug by the rainwater. I did some shoveling to fill it up.”

“Oh that? I was going to take care of it on my way back.”

“Isn’t it cumbersome to shovel with a torch?”

“That’s right.”

After the soldiers guarding the hall finished their shift, the ten soldiers who stood guard during the day prepared torches from a brazier in the hall.

While watching the soldiers prepare to return, Paul suddenly looked up at the ax spear Amias was holding.

“He always carries his ax spear. Isn’t it heavy?”

“...Well, it’s not that heavy.”

Amias shrugged and Paul let out a chuckle.

“H-If I had such a heavy and expensive item, I would have put it in the corner of the house. You are also very dizzy.”

Amias smiled quietly and looked up at the ax spear.

The straight spear blade and the broad ax blade gleamed sharply, and a reddish sheen flowed from the lacquered spearhead. At first glance, it was quite an extraordinary thing.

Amias recalled the moment he obtained this magic ax spear.

-ruler.

-...yes?

-What ‘Yes?’ to receive

-Why

do you do this to me?

-What is the national rule?

-...There is such a thing. Anyhow, take it before your arm falls off.

-However, for a sergeant of a baron’s territory, such magic tools are too much.

-Just shut up and take it. Maybe someday I’ll have something to write about.

– If you say you’ll write something someday?

-...Well, I don’t know. But won’t you accept this bastard soon? Do you want to take a hit?

– Ugh, I see.

-good. then i go

-Let’s go together. We will see you off.

-It’s okay, what if I hate the baron for no reason? you should live here

-Phoenix-sama -And if you can afford it, help Dionea too.

– Dionea? Are you talking about the baroness?

-okay.

-...yes. I will.

-What are you doing with such a spleen look on your face?

– Anyway, I’m really going. Be happy.

Phoenix handed over the magic ax and said goodbye with a wide smile. It was a very pleasant smile that did not match his cold impression at all. Amias was able to intuit that

he would never forget that smile for the rest of his life.

“...Ah yes. Go carefully.”

“Heh heh heh-”

Amias exclaimed, catching his breath.

“All- stop!”

Hearing his shout, the embarrassed mercenaries hesitated.

“Down your weapon and step back! Before I turn your boss into two!”

Amias growled ferociously as he aimed the ax in flames at Edwin’s neck. The mercenaries swore low and stepped back.

Just in time, several people gathered in the hall. Heraldry, Butler Tollamy, Steward Selma, Editta, Scribe Veldin, and so on, were the vassals of that family.

“What the hell is this all about!” As Herald Tollamey shouted hoarsely with a trembling chin, the Baroness, who had been hiding behind the soldiers, stepped forward.

“That Edwin killed the baron.”

Her voice was quite subdued, but anger and poison were still dripping from her eyes.

“It was to usurp the throne and rape me. Like a filthy kinslayer.”

“no-!”

Edwin was crushed by Amias’ feet, bleeding from his back. He wriggled and protested as if in a fit of fuss.

“It’s been four years of lying! I saw it with my own two eyes!”

“It wasn’t enough that he killed the baron, so he had his men try to kill all the soldiers here.”

Realizing the unfavorable situation, Edwin looked back at his retainers and shouted as if pleading.

“Don’t stand still, stop that crazy bitch!” Ignoring the appeal, Dionea stepped forward in front of the soldiers and raised her voice.

“Sergeant Amias!”

“Yes yes madam!”

“He is a criminal who murdered the baron. Cut off his throat right now!”

“Umm-”

Edwin almost cried out while Amias hesitated as he looked at his vassals.

“Why am I killing my brother! There is absolutely no reason for that!”

“Why is there no reason? Everyone in Longville knew, let alone I, that you coveted the baron’s place!”

“Your brother, the baron, has already promised me! He said he would pass down the estate to me!”

As the vassals met each other’s eyes and whispered, Edwin shouted loudly as if pleading.

“I was thinking of inheriting the position after I had established a foundation in the manor with the help of my older brother! Then why would I kill my older brother!” “What he said is true.” Butler Selma cautiously opened her mouth.

“The baron told me that since he had no son, he would inherit the heir at least through his half-brother Edwin.”

The suspicious gazes of the vassals turned to the baroness. Then Dionea bit her lower lip and let out a sigh.

“...the baron said the same thing to me.”

“......yes?”

“I said I would pass down the estate to Edwin.”

“If not, Mrs.”

“but.”

She quickly took off Amias’s surcoat. Wearing only a thin dress, my godlike body was exposed in front of the vassals and soldiers.

“You’ve changed your mind recently.”

The baroness carefully stroked her belly. The baggy dress stuck to the skin, exposing the firm curves.

“Because he found out that I had an heir.”

The vassals and soldiers opened their mouths in amazement.

Dionea glared at Amias with sparkling eyes.

“You understand now? Edwin found out that I had an heir to the baron and tried to usurp the position by killing both my wife and I.”

“Nonsense is nonsense.”

Edwin swallowed the wind and wriggled like crazy.

“Everything that liar says is a lie!”

At that moment, Amias trembled as if he realized something.

“Sergeant Amias! Cut his throat right now!”

Amias gritted his teeth at Dionea’s intense gaze and angry urging.

“My older brother-”

Suck!

Edwin’s head rolled across the floor as he shouted something.

Amias’ ax spear was still emitting intense flames. Thanks to the flames burning the cut surface, not much blood splattered.

“Good job.”

Dionea’s cold eyes looked down at Ed Wynn’s head.

“You have avenged the baron.”

The hall fell into a strange silence.

It was a white-faced maid who greeted Dionea as she staggered back to her bedroom.

“Mrs. Boo!”

“Julie?”

The old baron lay in the lap of the young maid Julia, with the back of his head cut. He had a huge crack in his neck and was bleeding profusely.

“Your lord can breathe!”

“...what?”

Dionea’s fingertips trembled and she approached the baron.

“Squeeze off—”

The baron’s white eyes turned to his young wife.

“Julie.”

“Yes, your wife. Shall I call the priest?”

“no.”

Dionea looked down at the baron’s eyes and spoke in a calm voice.

“Go away.”

“......yes?”

“I will give you a vacation. Go home and take care of the pumpkin.”

“What is that, Mrs. Boo?” The green-eyed woman gently stroked the confused maid.

“It’s a festival soon.”

“ma’am.”

“It would be a little lonely with just your family of three. Why don’t you invite your cousin in South Harbor?”

“What are you talking about? The lord-”

The maid, who was talking nonsense, made eye contact with Dionea and swallowed dryly.

“Go away.”

Hehehe, yes.” The maid left the bedroom with her shoulders shaking.

“Grrr-”

Dionea stood for a moment, staring out the window as Baron Mallory scratched the floor. In the distance, I could see the pass that went over Graduil Mountain.

“......Whoa.”

Dionea took a deep breath and knelt beside the baron. Then, he picked up a dagger that was rolling across the floor.

“Shhh.” Puduk pududeuk.

“Keep it off.”

The intermittent breathing stopped.

“Shh.”

Dionea sat on the bed and looked out the window while stroking her stomach.

It was towards the north where the cold wind was blowing.