I Became the Tyrant of a Defense Game - Chapter 317

◈ 317. [Side Story] Lucas McGregor

“… .”

Lucas was standing on a low hill outside the East Gate of Crossroads.

There is a defensive line at the south gate of the Crossroads. Cemetery at the west gate. At the north gate there is a road leading to another city.

Unlike the gates of the three directions, where there are always people, the east gate was always a quiet place.

So Lucas used to come here whenever he had something to worry about.

“after… .”

With a faint sigh, Lucas took something out of his pocket.

It was the handle of the [bestowed sword].

The blade was not broken, and only the old, crude hilt remained, shaking miserably in Lucas’ hand.

Its function as a sword has long since been lost.

However, Lucas did not abandon this and always lived with it in his arms.

Because it was such a precious and painful thing.

– Hey Lucas. Do you have the hilt of your first sword?

Ash’s voice, which he had asked with a calm face not long ago, flashed through his mind.

“… .”

own master.

Have you really forgotten everything?

the day’s work. The promise of that day… … .

Lucas closed his mouth and looked down at the hilt of the sword in his hand.

“young master!”

Suddenly, I heard the familiar voice of a middle-aged man.

I was surprised to see that a middle-aged man with a shaggy beard was running towards me with a bright smile.

“Oh my God, Master Lucas! I am me!”

The middle-aged man was a gigantic giant. He had broad shoulders and a thick body like that of a bear.

On his back was a huge sword the size of a human torso.

The middle-aged man waved his hand and jumped up to stand in front of Lucas. Surprised, Lucas blurted out his name.

“Uncle Mason… ?”

“Yes, boy! I am Mason, the MacGregor family’s eternal loyal servant!”

Mason, a middle-aged man, bowed to show his respect. Lucas was taken aback, but smiled happily and grabbed Mason’s shoulders.

“It’s been a while, Mr. Mason. How long has this been?”

“It has been about eight years since the MacGregor family’s swordsmanship school closed. You’ve grown up wonderfully, young boy… … !”

As if thrilled by the reunion after a long time, Mason blushed.

“I have also heard rumors about the military exploits made on the southern front. I never thought that McGregor would grow up to be a great knight who is not ashamed of his name… … . I am thrilled with the Buddha Mason!”

“… .”

Feeling embarrassed, Lucas smiled bitterly.

Swordsman McGregor.

The name of the family where Lucas was born.

It was once a prestigious knight family that produced the Imperial First Sword for generations.

It was once. until about a hundred years ago.

Until a hundred years ago, the head of the MacGregor family was involved in treason.

Taking into account the achievements made so far, he did not suffer from extinction, but the head of the head was blown away and the family shrank.

Since then, he has become an insignificant fallen aristocrat who is dying withering without being able to achieve any change, let alone the first sword of the empire.

At the end of that, when it comes to Lucas’s age.

It reached the point where it was impossible to even maintain the family, and eventually the long-standing family swordsmanship workshop was closed.

Mason was an instructor at MacGregor’s swordsmanship school. At the same time, he was also a vassal who had supported the MacGregor family for the rest of his life.

On the day the swordsmanship dojo closed and the MacGregor family disappeared into history, Mason held onto Lucas and cried for a long time unfit for his size.

I haven’t heard from you since.

They were reunited in this southern outback.

“You are well aware that I have served as an escort for His Highness Prince Ash… .”

Lucas, chin on the crossroads, asked while facing Mason.

“How have you been Uncle Mason?”

Then, Mason smiled and said,

“After that day, I committed myself to the command of the 2nd Prince Fernandez.”

He did not hide it and spit out his belonging.

“Because he is the one who supported our MacGregor family in the early days. It was a natural procedure.”

“ah… .”

Embarrassed, Lucas stammered and laughed awkwardly.

“okay. And now?”

“yes. Since then, I have been working in the Aegis Task Force. What I mainly do is… … .”

Mason now spoke openly.

“It’s spying.”

“… .”

“This time, I was dispatched to figure out the dynamics of the southern front here.”

Lucas’ voice grew cold.

“Mason. For what purpose now… … .”

“You know what, Bocchan? The Aegis task force to which I belong is a gathering place for those driven to the edge of the precipice.”

Mason spoke nonchalantly, scratching his shaggy beard.

“Those who can only sell their souls to the devil to achieve their ends gather in this task force.”

This was the Aegis task force’s way.

Seize the weaknesses of those who have lost their foundation, and use as hostages what they are trying to obtain even at the cost of their lives.

take any task

And the task force is willing to do just that.

“Neither did I. I willingly sold this soul to Her Majesty Fernandez in order to fulfill my purpose.”

Lucas narrowed his eyes and asked coldly.

“What is your purpose?”

“Revival of the MacGregor family.”

The old vassal who still serves McGregor, looking into Lucas’ blue eyes, muttered ferociously.

“All I want is that.”

“The McGregor family is over. mister.”

Lucas still looked down at the handle of the [gifted sword] in his hand.

A worn-out sword with only a handle without even a blade.

The day the blade of this sword broke many years ago.

The fortunes of the MacGregor family are also over.

“Please let go of that specter now. Live your uncle’s life.”

“no! It’s not over. The blood of the noblest knight in the empire is Master Lucas! Isn’t it connected to the young master!”

Pirani of a noble knight.

It was so ridiculous that Lucas laughed involuntarily.

The blood that flowed through my body was far from virtuous or chivalrous.

If I had to ask, it would be the blood of a mad dog.

Even the owner who doesn’t know where to play his teeth doesn’t recognize… … mad dog’s blood.

Unaware of Lucas’ rate of self-help, Mason continued.

“I have never forgotten the rise of the McGregor family.”

“… .”

“Ilcho Mason only to share the future of the Bocchan! Until now, I have endured all kinds of humiliation and humiliation. And finally the time has come.”

Mason smiled with his beard pulled up and pressed himself close to Lucas.

“After my repeated requests, His Highness Fernandez promised.”

“… promise? what?”

“He told me to tell Master Lucas. ‘If you keep the old oath, I will absolve you of the remaining sins of the family, restore your honor, and restore the family’s old fiefs and property.’”

old oath… … .

At those words, Lucas’ blue eyes slowly closed and then opened.

– Swear to me young McGregor.

He recalled Fernandez’s friendly and unlucky face as he looked down at him from the seat of honor.

It was a long time ago, so I forgot about it, but I guess I was the only one who forgot.

The past was finally catching up with Lucas and bringing an indelible mistake back in front of his eyes.

“Brother Lucas. His Highness Fernandez will become Emperor.”

Mason said confidently. Lucas sighed.

“Isn’t His Highness Fernandez clashing with His Highness, First Prince L’Arch? How are you going to stop the best army and commander from the imperial capital?”

“Force has no meaning. This war is not that kind of war. Having worked in the Aegis Task Force for 8 years, I will vouch for it. The winner of this war will eventually be Your Highness Fernandez.”

Mason smiled brightly.

“What should I do in the future for the future of the MacGregor family? … Think carefully.”

“… .”

“What is the point of being loyal to the wretch 3rd Prince in such a remote area? Hasn’t that prince been bullying and pampering you all his life?”

Mason’s logic was simple. And it was clear.

Abandoning the idiot 3rd Prince who stays secluded in the outskirts of the country without paying for his loyalty.

Join the smart second prince who will seize the throne in the central imperial family.

To fulfill an oath long ago that was not kept.

then… Even a family that has already collapsed can be revived.

“… .”

Lucas laughed and tried to answer Mason.

It was then.

Kiik –

The alumni gate of Crossroads opened wide and

rumbled… … !

Crowds of people poured out from inside.

“huh?”

Crossroads alumni don’t have many people coming and going. Suddenly, dozens of people opened the gate and came out at once, and something strange happened.

Lucas looked over there. Mason, noticing a strange feeling, also looked that way.

Doo doo doo doo-!

People running in this direction.

At the forefront was… … .

“Lucas!”

… It was Ash.

The 3rd prince of the empire screamed with his face turned red from the rush of blood as he ran so quickly.

“I found it!”

Ash, who arrived in front of Lucas in an instant with dozens of soldiers mobilized behind him, breathlessly pointed and shouted.

“Catch him!”

“yep!”

Dozens of soldiers gasped for spears and rushed forward, surrounded them and

grabbed Mason and knocked him to the ground.

“Kehehe?!”

Kudangtangtang!

Mason was subdued without much resistance. Mason shouted as he was tied up with ropes.

“What is this! I am a refugee from the north… … .”

“Whoa, whoa, don’t be a jerk, spy bastard.”

Ash growled, licking his chin and controlling his breathing.

“I was going to leave it alone if I was dizzy. Whether it’s telling them what to do or casting magic stones, they tried to pretend they didn’t know what you spies were doing.”

Mason was embarrassed because he didn’t know that his identity would be revealed right away.

Pointing at Mason, Ash gave a squeal.

“But how dare you secretly put in a scouting proposal to take a player out of my club! I’m in season right now?! This is tempering, you idiot!”

Ash vomited indignation, spitting out the lingo of sports contracts that are only used on Earth.

“If you’re going to offer a scout, you have to formally make an offer through me! Offer the transfer fee later! I’ll listen to you! I will never hand him over!”

“What… .”

“Ah, okay! Put them in jail for now!”

Lucas broke into a cold sweat as he watched Mason dragged to the prison.

Mason looked at Lucas with pitiful eyes, but he couldn’t save him because they weren’t in a situation where they were talking proudly.

In front of such Lucas, Ash smiled like an angel as if he had never done that before.

“Should I raise Lucas’ salary?”

“Yes yes?”

“Or a title? wisdom? what do you want This prince is everything! all! I’ll listen. Any complaints, difficulties, suggestions or anything! Oh, and equipment? Shall I bring some more good equipment?”

As Ash said that, he suddenly found something in Lucas’ hand.

It was the handle of an old sword.

“Eh?”

Taat!

Ash smiled brightly as he snatched it from Lucas’ hand.

“There was a sword that was bestowed upon me!”

“ah… !”

“Found it! Hey, do you know how anxious I was when I thought you screwed this up again? Ugh. I’m glad I found you, really.”

Ash, who put the handle of the sword in his bosom, smiled and gave a thumbs up.

“Because I’ll remake it into a really awesome weapon. It’s good to look forward to it. If you have this, can you really fly? Trust me, Tsar!”

“… .”

Lucas paused for a moment and then said,

“… Lord.”

I exhaled slowly.

“Didn’t your lord just tell you to trust him?”

“huh? How was it?”

“Then, my lord, do you believe me?”

“Of course! Hey, who else would I trust if it wasn’t you?”

“I am… .”

Lucas slowly lowered his blue eyes… … .

I looked at Ash’s neck quietly.

“… Even if you betrayed your lord once before?”

The neck he tried to bite off a long time ago.