At night, thunder once again resounded throughout Etaninburgh.

The people who had just fallen asleep were awakened one after another, but none of them got up to observe, just muttered a few words of dissatisfaction, and retracted their heads back into the warm quilt again.

You know, the most unbearable thing in Etandine is to get out of the bed on a winter night.

Once upon a time, Gino was no exception.

This young knight was always struggling with his bed and bed because of his midnight duty and patrol, and every time he always felt that he was sealed in the bed, and he didn't want to move.

At that time, he always felt that everything except the bed was far away.

Eventually, though, he had to reach far.

It used to be because of a sense of mission.

And now?

He touched the scabbard that was resting on his pillow.

Gino's eyes were full of struggle.

Then, all the struggles turned into determination.

He just wants to live.

Knock, knock.

"Knight Gino?"

After a knock on the door, an unfamiliar voice came.

"Here we are."

With these words, Gino opened the door.

There is no hesitation, and there is no so-called vigilance.

Inside the cathedral, it's supposed to be safe, isn't it?

Outside the door stood a deacon of the 'Dark Hall', the corners of his costume informing him that the person in front of him was the same kind of person as the person who had 'blocked' him in the room before.

The difference is that the two before were cold.

The one in front of him is smiling.

"Your Excellency Deacon, is there anything wrong?"

Gino asked kindly.

"Lord Motor wants to see you, please come with me."

The deacon replied respectfully.

Then, leaning on one side, in a half-bent position, I made a gesture of please.

An ordinary knight cathar is certainly not worthy of a deacon's respect, but a knight cathar summoned by a privy bishop is.

"Okay."

Gino nodded, but did not tidy up, and just followed the deacon towards the depths of the cathedral.

As a knight apologetic of the cathedral, Gino did not really know about the cathedral.

In fact, most of the Knights of the Cathar had a limited range of activities, limited to the first half of the cathedral, the second half of the cathedral? Unless you have a special identity, you can't enter it at all.

Following the deacon, we reached the second half of the cathedral unimpeded.

Gino looked around curiously.

It's not like the rumored magnificence, and it's not bloody.

As in the first half of the cathedral, the same architectural style, the decoration is similar, except for the ......

Glancing at the large number of 'dark hall' deacons, Gino took a deep breath.

He never thought that there would be so many people in the 'Dark Hall'.

More than he could have imagined.

Then, he subconsciously prepared to pray.

Pray to the god of the mist.

However, quickly, the young man reacted.

He quickly changed the words of the prayer.

The prayer that originally pointed to the god of the 'mist' was changed to the 'god of war', and with the prayer to the god of war, Gino's face couldn't help but become pious, and his eyes were even more pure and determined.

It's as if the previous experience is long gone.

……

Motor, who sat in the small hall, had a serious face.

The information he received from His Majesty was far more serious than he had imagined.

Not only is there really such an existence, but also, according to the meaning of the crown, the other party seems to have appeared very early, far from before the 'Black Calamity' that the Snake Sect said.

Of course, the Privy Council did not think that the Serpents were deceiving him.

It's just that the snake faction didn't find it either.

In this regard, Motor thinks it is normal.

You know, that's a guy who can even be deceived by his crown.

not only deceived His Majesty, but also let the other party's envoy blend in.

The thought of Sean's actions made the privy bishop grit his teeth.

"It must be eradicated!"

Motor clenched his fist sharply.

Compared to this hidden existence, the Etandine royal family, the witchers, the Silent Night Secret Order, and so on are nothing.

Because, these forces are all on the surface.

They all know it.

Some behaviors are imprinted in their bones, they only need to look at each other, they can know each other, and they will obey each other's rules with each other.

But that hidden existence is different.

Let's take a look at what the other person is doing.

This time, if it weren't for the vigilance of Etandin and the heir of the Serpent Sect, once the other party succeeded, then a real battle would be inevitable.

The Temple of War has no fear of any enemy.

But you can't be taken advantage of!

Especially a guy like that!

"Cholera in the world?"

"How could I let you get away with it!"

"The whole world belongs to my lord!"

Motor said silently in his heart.

Then, he looked in the direction of the gate.

The door to the chapel was not closed, so that Motor could catch a glimpse of the young knight who was following the deacon.

"I hope you don't let me down!"

With this in mind, Motor stood up.

"Your Excellency."

The deacon and Gino bowed together.

Motor waved his hand at the deacon, and after signaling the other party to leave, he looked at Gino.

"Gino, are you loyal to Your Majesty?"

Motor asked.

"I am willing to use my life to protect the honor of the crown."

Without hesitation, the young knight got down on one knee and replied.

And the moment the words fell, a faint white glow appeared on the young knight's body.

It's not really white, but what people see is white.

Tough and full-bodied.

This represents 'loyalty' to the god of war!

Or rather, faith.

Looking at such a firm faith in front of him, a smile appeared on Motor's serious face.

"Get up, my child."

As he spoke, Moltor raised his hand and lifted the young knight to his feet.

"I've arranged for someone to teach you all kinds of knowledge."

"Including the swordsmanship you want."

"It's not just basic, advanced."

The Privy Counsellor said softly.

Obviously, after confirming the faith of the young knight in front of him, Motor was completely relieved.

This was a test laid down by His Majesty himself, and he did not think that anything could deceive His Majesty.

In the same way, such a smart, perceptive, and loyal young man deserves everything that the other person deserves.

……

"Want to deceive a god?"

"Difficult!"

"It's so hard!"

"I can't do that!"

The superior evil spirit sighed, and then, the next moment, a wicked smile appeared at the corner of its mouth, it shook its fingers, and said proudly to its boss: "But it is very simple to deceive a mortal, after all, what people are best at is self-deception. ”

"You gave him a hint?"

"Good choice."

"But be careful."

Qin Ran commented and reminded.

"Don't worry, Boss."

"I'm not going to make it real."

"And I don't have more than one backhand."

The superior evil spirit is assured.

In this regard, Qin Ran did not ask anything more.

Since a guarantee has been made, then, the high-ranking evil spirit will definitely be able to do it, Qin Ran believed in his entourage.

The superior evil spirits can easily feel such trust.

Not illusory.

Yes, really.

Look at the power of the contract in the depths of its soul.

It's already shining far brighter than the sun.

In this regard, the upper evil spirit has no waves in his heart.

It has already resigned itself to its fate.

Although it still wants to go back to the West Coast now.

Tread, stomp.

Familiar footsteps could be heard outside the tent.

"Your Excellency, Your Highness Colin, Viscount Little and Count Valentine ask to see you."

Rogett's voice rang out.

"Invite your Excellency in."

The superior evil spirit said this, and met Qin Ran's eyes, and in the latter's slight bow, he walked straight out.

Some things that were already doomed, Qin Ran didn't want to participate in them.

Just leave it to your own entourage.

People who have such a useful retinue as a high-ranking evil spirit and do it themselves are either fools or lack ten stacks of contract scrolls.

Thankfully, Qin Ran was neither.

……

"Little, are you really going to do that?"

"It's useless to form an alliance with the 'Mist' Church, right?"

"And, is it worth trading that secret for us?"

"That's what we paid for!"

Count Valentine couldn't help but ask again.

In fact, it was the fourth time he had asked along the way.

And every time he gets the same answer.

This time?

It's no exception.

"It's worth it!"

"The benefits of an alliance with the Misty Church will be far greater than we can imagine."

The squinting Little is like a real fox, and people can't help but think of words such as cunning when they look at it.

Again, the same answer made Count Valentine scratch his head.

He swayed his bloated body and walked up and down beside Viscount Little on his short legs.

Valentine had no doubts about his cousin's wisdom.

However, this practice of saying half and leaving half is really disgusting.

If it were anyone else, he would have drawn his sword and cut them down.

But his cousin?

He can't do it.

Call!

With a sigh, Count Valentine was like a deflated ball.

Never mind.

Everything was left to the cousin.

It's like this every time anyway.

I just had to follow the command.

With this thought in his mind, Count Valentine completely relaxed, and then he began to look at the temporary camp of the 'Mist' Church in the true sense of the word.

Basic, but the defenses are well done.

Sweeping his eyes over the tents, Valentine, who was born as a hereditary nobleman, naturally looked down on it.

But his education allowed him to understand that the layout was quite reasonable.

Look at the ruin-like tower, which is enough to see the camp and everything around it, and it only takes a team of 4-6 guards to be able to do ten times as much.

If you dig another trench, with a few war dogs, and arrange the antlers, it will be enough to withstand the charge of 4-500 people.

"The person who decorates should be a connoisseur."

"But isn't it orthodox, mercenary?"

Count Valentine guessed.

As for the association with Silvaca?

I'm sorry, but Count Valentine isn't good at thinking.

He prefers to leave things like this to Little.

What I just thought was just a subconscious thought.

This pattern of behavior did not change until the time of seeing the superior evil spirit.

"Good evening, Bishop Simon."

After saluting according to the etiquette of the nobles, Valentine stepped aside and handed everything over to Little.

"How's your body recovering?"

The superior demon asked Little.

"TOEFL."

"After the toxin was removed, it was basically fine."

"Thank you again for saving your life."

Little replied with a smile, a look of closeness in his expression.

No one was surprised by this closeness.

After all, that's a lifesaver.

Only the superior evil spirit knows what this closeness represents, so its attitude is more and more gentle and natural.

"No need to thank you again."

"Little, you've said it countless times."

"And my answer is the same: it was just a coincidence to save you - I thought I caught the guy by the tail."

The superior demon explained.

"That guy?"

Little was stunned.

Valentine, who had nothing to do, was also attracted to the eye.

"Hmm."

The superior demon nodded, and then it smiled bitterly and said, "Although I should tell you everything, please understand, I also have a hard time, and this matter is too extensive for me to say. ”

"Understood!"

"There are a lot of things that we can't help ourselves."

"But when it comes to things like alliances, we can still make our own decisions."

Little nodded, then smiled.

"Alliance?"

The superior demon expressed surprise.

"Yes, make an alliance!"

"As a sign of sincerity, I would like to give you a secret."

"The true identity of that Ginoknight!"

Little lowered his voice.

"The true identity of the Ginoknights?"

The superior demon was really surprised this time.

"Yes, he is also a direct bloodline of the royal family."

"According to the bloodline, he should be the cousin of His Highness Colin."

"To put it simply, he is the child of His Majesty the Sixth's sister."

Little explained.

"The sister of the Sixth?"

The superior demon was puzzled.

As far as he knew, the royal family of Etandine was almost in the same vein, and coupled with the curse of the former witch, since the second generation, there were no so-called sisters at all.

"That was the mistake left by His Majesty the Fifth during his expedition to the south."

"I have detailed evidence to prove everything I said."

"Moreover, some secret techniques are enough to prove the bloodline."

Little's words made the brain of the superior evil spirit spin rapidly.

It smells an unusual opportunity here.

Maybe something can be done to maximize the benefits.

Some thoughts began to pop up in the minds of the higher spirits, but, on the surface, it did not pause.

"The secret surprised me."

"I'm happy to accept this secret, and I'm happy to accept your alliance with Little."

"In the same way, I will tell you the secret from before."

Speaking of this, the superior evil spirit took a deep breath.

"In Aitandine, besides the god of war, the lady, and the crown, there is another god."

"Gods in the truest sense of the word."

"He hides in the shadows, cholera everything."

"What?!"

Little and Valentine exclaimed together.

Looking at the surprised two, the upper evil spirit continued unhurriedly.

"And we, the royal family, the Temple of War, and the Silent Night Secret Order are ready to unite against him."

"Of course, there are still ......"

"You guys!"