Holy Emperor’s Grandson is a Necromancer - Chapter 35

Episode 35 The prince duels.

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-Are you not planning on stopping me?

-The 1st Prince’s body is unstable. Please stop sparring!

These were the words of Archbishop Raphael and his granddaughter Ellis.

They, the first prince’s doctors, tried to stop him, but the prosperous Celt did not want to stop the sparring.

No, actually it’s half and half.

I’m worried about my first grandchild and want to stop him.

However, I also had a desire to know the truth about my seventh grandson.

If he really caused such a miracle in Ronia, then he is the one who hunted down the progenitor vampire and has the qualifications of a ‘successor of the Holy Emperor’ with the status of a saint.

‘I’m sorry, Archbishop.’

It doesn’t matter if you think it’s selfish. The Celts needed a successor to protect their people and stop the vampires.

The first prince will not last one year.

Celt himself is also old, so he doesn’t know when he will pass away.

Through this sparring, we needed an opportunity to see Allen’s side and think again about the right to succession.

“You coward, Allen Allpoles, admits defeat. Congratulations on your victory, great brother. Now applaud!”

But the 7th prince surrendered.

Beyond that, they even clap their hands.

“Now clap!”

Finally, he induces applause from the nobles.

The nobles in the training hall looked dumbfounded.

“Now, grandpa, applaud too!”

The prosperous Celts were just like them.

I didn’t know who he resembled, but he gave me all his dignity as a prince.

This is not a sparring between holy princes. This was just a joke.

Celt, who had high expectations, grew angry.

It was when he was about to scream.

Applause was heard.

Celt looked away.

The silver-haired girl imitated the 7th prince and clapped her hands.

There is applause from somewhere else.

This is Earl Gerald and the commoners’ representative grill among the nobles.

The 7th Prince, the girl, Count Gerald, and the common people applaud.

When you look at them and frown, you can hear applause even close by.

Ellis, who had been dazed next to me, was startled and quickly clapped her hands.

Is that all? The archbishop also hurriedly clapped.

Only then did I realize their intentions.

The girl and the people’s representative, Count Gerald, want to help the 7th prince, and Raphael and Ellis probably want to end this match quickly and take care of the 1st prince.

When even the archbishop applauded, other nobles began to applaud with awkward expressions.

People filling the gym applaud.

They all have disapproving faces.

I was so angry that I tried to yell, but the atmosphere changed.

‘I can’t go out.’

Celt looked at the 7th prince.

Why did he act like that?

Is this an intention to blindly avoid sparring?

Or maybe he was so worried about 1st Prince Luan that he canceled the sparring match to the point of humiliating himself.

‘But your thoughts are short. Allen.’

Kelt pressed his temple.

In the eyes of Celt and the first prince, it was a prank, a provocation, and an insult.

As evidence, the 1st Prince was seen raising a wooden sword.

‘I might have to stop you this time.’

Celt stuck his tongue out.

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“Now, grandpa applaud too!”

I said while looking at the thriving Celtic.

Seonghwang Celt is in a daze and can’t say anything.

Wow, even when I think about it, this is such a ridiculous situation.

Even if it were a bastard, there would be no such rare bastard!

No, I was dutiful to my brother, so I’m not that crazy.

It’s about saving my brother’s face, but it’s not like cancer.

“Now that the match is over, let’s all have a nice banquet…”

I lowered my head reflexively.

A wooden sword passed right over my head.

“Oh my brother?”

I covered my head and winced.

I looked up at Luan.

The eye muscles and corners of the mouth twitch.

The face made of anger became even more distorted.

“You really insult me!”

“What bullshit… Hmm, what are you talking about? “Brother, I am for you…”

It seems that a momentary mistake in words caused Luan to lose his temper.

“This kind of cibrel?”

“No, I didn’t say that.”

“This Gaganna…!”

“Keeping one’s body…”

Luan’s eyes rolled back.

Luan swung the wooden sword.

This is dangerous.

I don’t even have a wooden sword right now.

I rolled my body and dodged the wooden sword.

Then Luan’s body breaks. A wooden sword flew towards me through a strange movement.

It was aimed directly at the face.

If you get hit, it’s so violent that your nose or teeth can be knocked out.

“What a piece of shit…!”

I summoned a shovel from the item window.

Wooden swords and shovels clash.

Luan’s eyes widened and those in the banquet hall stiffened.

“shovel?”

Well, he’s a damn prince who wields a shovel. You’ll be shocked.

But there was a separate exclamation from that.

The nobles looked surprised.

“Where did the shovel come from?”

“Subspace magic?”

The nobles’ gaze turned to the palace wizards.

The wizards shook their heads in confusion.

“There was no flow of Ma Mana. What the prince used was not magic. It is also believed that it was not caused by a magic tool. In cases like this, it is judged to be [remarkable].”

Luan narrowed his eyes and swung his wooden sword.

A shovel and a wooden sword collide.

The attack is fierce.

For a patient whose body is decaying, the attack is smooth.

The skillful swordsmanship of the Seonghwang family puts pressure on me.

If my body was in that state and I was fine, how much more would I go on a rampage?

He raised the shovel and blocked the wooden sword.

Luan’s eyes changed.

When we first spar, it’s hatred. However, what was puzzled when I summoned the shovel is now filled with surprise.

“Did you kill the progenitor vampire?”

“Didn’t I say no? “Everyone helped.”

Luan’s eyes rolled.

He looks at Seonghwang. see me again

The eyes become sharper.

It sends shivers down my spine.

Something is coming!

“Tomer, the god of abundance.”

Hey, shouldn’t I use my holy power for a moment?

Before that, if I use my holy power in that physical state…!

What I was worried about happened.

It seems that the magic power in his heart was rejecting him because he was forced to gather holy power.

The bandaged skin swells and bursts.

Blood pours and pools.

“Good luck, Your Majesty! “You have to stop it!”

“little bit more.”

“The prince is dying!”

“I know!”

Despite Raphael’s attempts to stop him, the prosperous Celt opened his eyes wide.

“I know. “I know.”

Celt was clenching his teeth until his gums were bleeding.

No, if you know, stop me!

1st prince is dying!

Holy power was infused into the wooden sword.

The shovel is shaking.

It breaks with a ‘pop!’ sound.

Dangerous!

If this continues, I will end up dying before the 1st prince.

[Use sacred energy.]

A rune is engraved on the shovel that is being held.

The shovel, which was shaking as if it would break, became strong and withstood the wooden sword filled with holy power.

Please someone stop me.

Both the 1st prince and I will die.

I once again hoped for a helping hand.

But the damn nobles are busy watching in admiration.

Is fighting in someone else’s family such a spectacle? It runs very well. A prosperous kingdom!

At that time, red hair was seen among the nobles.

The Count of Pomor, hiding among the nobles, curling up the corners of his mouth.

Oh, did you mean to do this?

Coming here and looking around leisurely means you have confidence, right?

I can’t watch you anymore.

If you just kill that guy here, everything will be resolved.

This is the end of being played by vampires and the like.

“I’m sorry, brother.”

I threw away 1st Prince Luan’s wooden sword.

“Bite down hard.”

He placed his foot on the ground, turned his body, and swung the flat part of the shovel towards Luan.

thud!

Luan’s body floated up with a dull sound.

And falls to the floor.

“Gagging…”

My nose bone was cracked and my teeth were falling out.

Luan falls to the floor and trembles.

I stood in front of it and summoned my musket.

I breathed into the loading area of the bullet.

“Gaia.”

Bullets of holy power gather.

[New energy was used.]

[Equipment is temporarily strengthened.]

[Bullets are formed.]

I looked at the Holy Emperor and the Archbishop, who could be considered judges.

The archbishop’s face turned pale.

The Archbishop pleaded with the Holy Celt.

“We must stop it! “No matter how incapable the musket is, the prince is in danger at that distance!”

Don’t worry. archbishop. Because what I’m after isn’t the prince.

I glanced at the vampire Count Pomor hiding among the nobles.

He was startled and took a step back.

Chet, I am very alert.

I never thought I would be so wary of the decorative musket.

Thanks to this, I wasn’t able to gather enough holy power.

There was supposed to be one minute of bullet formation and 30 seconds of prayer, but there wasn’t enough time to do it all right now.

This is holy power gathered in less than 10 seconds. I don’t know how powerful it will be, but it should deliver at least one hit.

I aimed my musket at the Count of Pomor, who was among the nobles.

Even if you inject holy power or drink holy water, you will be safe.

Still, if your head gets blown off, you won’t be safe.

“Huh!”

“what···.”

While the nobles were panicking and confused, I pulled the trigger.

Sparks fly from the muzzle of the gun.

The Holy Power bullet hit the head of the Count of Pomor, who was among the spectators.

Kwasik!

“Aaaahhh!”

My face exploded.

The Count of Pomor covered his face. He falls to the floor, writhing and screaming.

“Aaaah!”

“Prince Huang is crazy!”

Damn he’s still alive.

Because I stopped making bullets while making them, my holy power was so disturbed.

I was about to grab the shovel and run.

“…Stop the prince.”

The order of the prosperous Celt was given.

The waiting paladins attack me.

I looked at the thriving Celtic.

He doesn’t look embarrassed. It’s just a fleeting, indifferent face.

Celt turned his gaze from me and looked at Count Fomor.

He tilted his head and made a meaningful expression.

Damn it, it only needs to happen once…!

I was dragged away by the paladins with my teeth clenched.

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Celt was disappointed after the 7th Prince’s declaration of surrender. However, in the sparring that followed, he had a series of surprises.

I felt similar when my brothers cursed.

Even though there was no trace of the 7th prince using magic, he even let out an exclamation when a shovel was summoned from thin air.

Even though she is not feeling well, I would like to applaud her for holding on through long sparring with Luan.

Luan was equally surprised.

I witnessed the 7th prince using [Sacred Energy].

Summoned a shovel. However, there was no flow of holy power, mana, or magic power at all.

Another special ability unrelated to magic and a miracle of God.

I can’t help but think that way.

The use of [Sacred Energy] made the 7th Prince’s actions more suspicious than the disrespect he showed to the Count of Pomor.

-What would you do if the 7th Prince was intentionally humiliated and exiled?

Luan recalled what Harmon had said.

I thought it was nonsense and a delusion.

But looking at it now, that’s not the case.

What did my younger brother do right after he was exiled to gain this kind of power? Or, as Harman said, has he been hiding his powers for a long time?

I suddenly wanted to try it out.

Luan made eye contact with Kelt.

Their thoughts were the same, as they feared that they were not family members with the same blood.

‘I want to try it!’

I want to check whether this Allen in front of me has the ‘qualities to become successful’!

Luan herself is as good as dead.

For the sake of her mother’s honor, she held on and tried to somehow break the curse and become a prosperous person.

However, if he couldn’t do it, he had to become Allen, who was in the same boat.

Because that’s the way to get revenge on the nobles who laughed at my mother, calling her lowly.

‘Then I will sacrifice my life to test you. Allen!’

Holy power was infused into the wooden sword.

Then something amazing happened.

Allen activated another sacred energy.

The shovel, which seemed about to break, became taut.

Allen threw away the wooden sword. He hit his own head.

Luan fell to the floor and rolled her eyes.

Allen summoned a musket.

Allen’s eyes turned and looked at the Count of Pomor among the nobles.

why? That Allen guy is still obsessed with Count Pomor, right?

Allen prays. But he also stops for a moment and aims his musket.

No casting.

A wizard needs spells and mana, a cleric needs prayer and holy power, and a necromancer needs life and magic power.

Using magic while ignoring such a process was difficult for even high-ranking priests to do.

But the 7th prince did it.

No, he stopped midway and attacked with a musket that was just an ornament, enough to kill.

Allen hit the Count of Pomor.

Perhaps due to lack of power, Count Pomor lived, and Allen tried to kill Count Pomor with a shovel.

Seonghwang Kelt and Luan looked at the scene and thought at the same time.

‘There’s something.’

‘There’s something.’

Luan fainted.

Celt blocked the 7th Prince.

“Why did the 7th Prince call the Count of Pomor…?”

Hearing Ellis’s words to himself, the prosperous Celt lowered his head and asked him.

“Ellis. “Granddaughter of Raphael.”

Ellis was startled and lowered her head towards him.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Seonghwang Kelt looked at Allen who was being dragged away by the paladins and said.

“I understand it was at the banquet hall. “What was Allen’s rude behavior towards the Count of Pomor?”

Kelt heard the stories from Ellis in the banquet hall.

These are all methods used when selecting old vampires.

“Do you know where Lord Harman is?”

When I asked Raphael, Raphael lowered his head.

“It hasn’t been seen since the training ground.”

Even though the 7th prince was being dragged away, Harman, who was protecting him, was nowhere to be seen.

Does that mean it moves something different?

“archbishop.”

“yes.”

“Would you please bring me the Count of Pomor?”

“yes?”

Raphael looked at the crowd of healers trying to treat the Count of Pomor.

The Count of Pomor waved his hand at the healers to make them go away and staggered off somewhere.

Even though his grandson almost murdered a nobleman, the royal Celt was not embarrassed.

He said that with an indifferent expression.

“Bring him.”

“What are you trying to do?”

“Didn’t your grandson be rude and hurt his face? “I’d like to treat you myself.”

The prosperous Celt twisted his grip.

He had a benevolent expression.

However, the look in his eyes was extremely cold.

“I don’t think I can open the skull, so I’m thinking of pouring some holy power into the skull for treatment. “Then do you know anything?”

The prosperous Celt grinned.

“I wonder if we can find out what Allen wanted to check.”

Archbishop Raphael swallowed dry saliva.

Seonghwang’s smile resembles that of 7th Prince Allen.

I couldn’t figure out what this damn family was thinking.

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I was in prison.

Hey, this is my second time in the cell.

It seems that this body has committed a lot of sins.

By the way, looking at the quietness of the imperial palace, it seems that Harman’s work also ended in failure.

Well, if you look at the Count of Pomor’s proud face in the dance hall, it means that all preparations have been completed.

“That’s amazing. “They are quick-acting vampires.”

That’s probably why he hid here.

To them, Seonghwangbeopguk was literally the center of enemy territory where they could be killed at any moment.

There must be a separate manual that allows you to move even if you detect even the slightest suspicious movement.

It only took less than two hours for the Count of Fomor to leave the banquet hall and the duel in the banquet hall to end, but it can be said that in that short time, he was able to kill the 1st Prince Luan and make the other vampires run away.

No, I wouldn’t have been able to escape.

Locking yourself in a room, escaping the imperial palace, or using soldiers as escorts would be enough.

As Harman, he cannot dare to kidnap, imprison, and kill nobles.

Vampires disguised as nobles would protect servant maids and put forward human soldiers.

They can leave after the banquet is over. I will be punished for the attempted murder of the Count.

If things continue like this, everything will turn upside down.

“I heard you were causing a commotion.

I turned my gaze forward.

I see a familiar man.

interest···. Who was it?

After checking again with my mind’s eye, I clapped my hands and said.

“Ah, Third Prince!”

“You should call me brother.”

Third Prince Rupel Orfols frowned.

He cleared his throat and smiled as he looked at me trapped between the iron bars.

“What happens when brothers who get along well fight?”

“After speaking, he seems to be in a good mood. older brother.”

“I guess it’s my mood.”

The 1st Prince collapsed on his hospital bed.

I was arrested for attempted murder of the count.

As the 3rd prince, it must be good to see his competitors competing.

He truly is a man with the characteristic of being a coward.

Since he can’t deal with other princes, he must trample on those who seem the most formidable.

Of course, it was something I ignored.

Come to think of it, this guy is also a prince. Wouldn’t you have some authority?

I looked at the 3rd prince.

“older brother.”

“huh? “Why are you doing that?”

“Can you release me?”

“It’s possible. But why me?”

Rupel curled the corners of his mouth.

For him, it would be better for me to be locked up.

“Didn’t you say before that if I do whatever I want, you will grant my request?”

“That’s right…”

Third Prince Rupel thought deeply and nodded.

“It was like that. But this is a different story. “It is obvious that if I release the man who was caught for attempting to murder the Count, I too will be reprimanded by His Majesty the King.”

“Actually. “Isn’t my brother in critical condition right now?”

“Why does the 1st prince suddenly appear?”

It seems that Rupel clearly dislikes the 1st prince.

If you look at the fact that he is called first prince rather than brother.

Rupel nodded.

“I wanted to visit my brother who insulted me in hospital.”

“what?”

“Don’t you know my personality? “Don’t you know what I did when the Archbishop beat me up and humiliated me?”

Rupel’s eyes widened.

“Please take me out. Of course…”

I said with a grin.

“Something really interesting is going to happen.”