XII. The Duke's March

Ed Gilheim, the nephew of the Duke of Boer, angrily returned to his fiefdom in Bligh. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He had a reason to be angry. The messenger he sent was inexplicably killed right under his nose.

With full sincerity, he even went out to meet the old fox of the neighboring country in person, and originally thought that he could get a satisfactory answer, but he did not expect to be deeply humiliated in addition to getting an ambiguous answer.

He felt that he had been tricked, admittedly, it was insignificant to kill a secret agent, but to kill the poor fellow under his nose was a naked slap in the face.

Earl Ed was in a bad mood when he was humiliated, but he did not vent his anger at it, but endured it.

He believes that a tyrant who cannot control his temper will not succeed, and that his senseless anger and taking others as the object of anger will only further expose his ugliness, and will not benefit those who have achieved great things.

Moreover, this kind of thing could not be publicized, because of the collusion with the nobles of the neighboring countries, which he had done privately and without the permission of the Duke of Pol.

The Duke of Pol, who is 62 years old, is quite a remarkable longevity for people of this era.

The only regret of this old-fashioned old man is that he still has no heirs.

Since the death of his eldest son and second son on the battlefield more than ten years ago, he has never had any blood offspring.

So, as the widow of his brother, Count Ed naturally became the only heir of the old duke, if nothing else, after the death of Duke Pol, the title of duke will definitely become Ed's bag.

But at least for now, the title of duke is still firmly in the hands of the old man, the old-fashioned old man is arbitrarily inclined to live in peace with the southern countries, if it were him, he will definitely not support Earl Ed's actions, so Ed must be careful not to expose his actions, which makes him feel quite depressed.

For this reason, he can only secretly play some small actions, such as using various channels to spread rumors, create a situation that the Duchy has been spying on Almac for a long time, and push his uncle to make a decision from the side.

For this, he was scolded by Duke Boer a lot, and Ed never understood why his uncle was so conservative, obviously sitting on the strongest principality in the south, but he was always unwilling to provoke the border.

Considering himself already half the master of the principality, he naturally wanted to expand his territory after ascending to the throne, so he believed that his actions were correct, necessary, and unquestionable.

"It's too much of a grandeur to be called an old fox, Earl Bain, are you going to wait and see? ”

Obviously, he didn't know how the hapless spy he sent had been killed, and he certainly didn't notice that the stupid duke from a neighbouring country had slipped under his nose.

However, the earl, who returned to the fiefdom full of resentment, heard a piece of news that made him sluggish.

The little young wife of the Duke, the little woman who always whispered and looked pitiful, actually gave birth to a son for the Duke.

This news, which can be described as good news for the whole principality, is undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for Count Ed.

For a moment, he was stunned.

Fame, status, the future, everything is going away, as if giving birth to wings, flying to places that his hands can never reach.

It would all belong to a newborn baby, whether that baby was an idiot like the little duke next door.

"No, it can't be, I won't allow it, the title of duke is mine, only I, only I, Ed Gilheim, are qualified to lead the country!"

"It's mine, it's mine, no one can take it away!"

The Count narrowed his eyes and stared silently in a certain direction.

............

The castle of the Duke of Boer, at this moment, is full of laughter and people.

All the invited guests, or uninvited guests, are wishing the birth of the baby, which means that the blood of the Duke's family has been continued, and having a legitimate direct heir has not only the stability of the Duchy been unprecedentedly guaranteed, but also the future of these Duke's direct ministers and even the servants in the castle have been relied on.

Even the old-fashioned Duke rarely smiled, happily clinking glasses with each guest.

The Duchess and the newborn little guy rested peacefully in the room, the current Duke was reluctant to let those two sweethearts come out to socialize, anyway, this is his highest status, everything is up to him, and everyone is also very aware of the current affairs and did not bring up topics such as wanting to meet the future little duke.

Everyone understood the Duke's thoughts, and no one would do something stupid that would displease the Duke at such a happy time.

"...... It's on fire!!"

A panicked scream broke the joyous atmosphere.

People became panicked.

However, under the majesty of the Duke, these people did not scurry around like headless flies, and managed to maintain basic order.

After all, everyone is an aristocrat, and at least there is still a minimum of sanity.

However, the second sudden incident caused everyone present to feel a chill from their hearts, even under the siege of scorching flames.

From outside there was a lot of horses' hooves.

It was the voice of a war horse.

Around the castle there was a clamor of firefighting.

Then came the clanging sound of the clash of irons.

The nobles looked at each other, everyone was not a fool, and vaguely thought of something bad.

Under the light of the fire, the Duke's face turned pale, he found that he was wrong, very wrong, he had been optimistic, focused on cultivating, and regarded it as a parent, and thought that the descendants of the family would never rebel, at this moment actually showed his rebellious fangs to himself.

The window suddenly cracked, and a lit crossbow shot in.

All this finally destroyed the barely maintained order.

The scene became chaotic, with shouts, wails, begs for mercy, and screams of death, all mingling in the sky.

At this point, it was futile to say anything, and the Duke of Pol immediately made a decision, abandoning his courtiers, and without hesitation, he walked through the chaotic crowd to the room where his wife and children were.

He knew a secret passage, the only one he knew, the only secret passage that could break through the outer encirclement and lead to the outside of the city.

However, he was desperate to see the figure of the junior who led his subordinates in front of him and once regarded him as his heir.

"I'm back, uncle, to take what belongs to me. Ed, who took the lead, was fully armed, wearing a light blue armor, and he said calmly.

"That was never yours, stop, my nephew, and don't let greed ruin you. ”

"You are wrong, from the beginning, it was mine, no one can take it away, not even you, my uncle. ”

“...... Yes, I was wrong, it was I who turned you into such a devil, may God forgive me for my sins. ”

"God will forgive you for your sins, my uncle, because you have done nothing wrong, of course I am also innocent, we each just did what we had to do, you raised me, and then I became the new duke, and everything was a predetermined fate. ”

Duke Pol didn't take Ed's words, he clenched his hands into fists, and said word by word: "Okay, the Duke is yours, but can you spare your brother? ”

"Baby...... It's going to grow up. Earl Ed gave the most brutal reply.

"Yes, he is my son, my Pierre, he will grow up in peace, become an elegant nobleman, marry and have children, and eventually inherit my title, Edie and Bert are dead, and I am stupid to push them into battle! Now it is only him, my youngest son! My bloodline! My last hope! My only baby! I will protect him......"

"I will never let you touch him!!" the Duke roared in despair, and rushed desperately towards his nephew with the momentum of dooming together.

Looking at the man who wanted to tear himself apart like a beast, Count Ed closed his eyes.

"Farewell, uncle. ”

He waved his hand lightly.

The next moment, Duke Pol's body was pierced by countless bows and crossbows.

The Duke's body came to a halt and he took two steps forward with difficulty, stretched out his hand in the direction of his nephew, and finally collapsed with a bang.

In Count Ed's mind, a certain majestic figure, a tall figure that far surpassed his obscure father, with a pair of rough and warm hands, led him forward, became fragmented at this moment.

[Ed, you are the last hope of the family, you must grow up healthy and healthy. 】

[Well done, Ed, worthy of the Gilheim family.] 】

[I am proud of you, my nephew. 】

"Uncle, it's not good for you, wouldn't it be okay to pass on the title to me honestly? Why did you betray me, why did you give birth to your son?"

"It's all ...... you forced me"

Wiping the corners of his eyes, Count Ed quickly gave orders to the die-hard soldiers around him.

"Kill all the people who are alive, and you must not leave any trouble, they are all uncle's diehards anyway. The others came with me to find out my damned brother, and it was okay for him to be burned to death, but if I couldn't see the body, I would still feel uneasy, and I was quite timid. ”

There was still a trace of doubt in his heart.

Things went too smoothly, and there were no decent obstacles when I fought all the way in, not to mention anything else, what about the guard who was inseparable from my uncle?

One last glance at the corpse of Duke Pol, who was dead with several arrows stuck in his body, Ed turned away without hesitation.

From this moment on, the former Count Ed had disappeared, and he became the new Duke of Boer, the supreme ruler of the duchy.

Behind him, blood and fire engulfed everything completely.

A small theater behind the scenes

"Actually, Ed Gilheim is the protagonist of this book! It's the kind of guy who has laid out dozens of chapters before him, and then jumps out to pick peaches. Fan said with a little jealousy.

"You can't make such jokes, Lord Duke. Leon replied solemnly: "You are the real protagonist." ”

"But he is decisive in killing, has a ruthless and iron-blooded personality, looks more mature than me, and is in line with the average age of the X-point protagonist, and even the plot that appears is so hot, you must know that even I have never experienced war. Isn't this the treatment of the protagonist?!"

"That's because you're too lazy, Lord Duke, so in order for you to cheer up, please accept my martial arts instruction!"

"Uh...... I suddenly think it's not bad to be a supporting actor, Leon, let's fight for the throne of best supporting actor!"

"Lord Duke, if you lose your position as the protagonist, you are not good at swordsmanship, and your knowledge is a mess, what else can you do?" said Leon hated that iron could not be made of steel.

"Eat Ellie's soft rice!!" Fan gave an answer without hesitation.

"If you are not the male protagonist, then Miss Alicia as the female protagonist will not be able to be by your side. ”

"I ...... I won't let Elle leave, it's a big deal not to eat soft rice, and I'll make money to feed Elle!!"

"So what exactly are you going to make money on?" Leon asked.

"Be a mascot, sell cute!!" Fan quickly gave his own positioning: "Alas, hey, hey, Ah~Er~Ma~Ke~Meow~~~~~"

In a sense, Fan is quite self-aware.

A cold wind blew.

The soul of the knight withered......