186 – reverse-5

The news of Eleanor’s declaration to become emperor quickly spread throughout the capital.

It wasn’t something that could be hidden, and it wasn’t something anyone could hide.

Those who were hostile to Eleanor claimed, ‘I cannot make such a murderer the emperor!’, and those who supported Eleanor cheered, ‘Finally, the princess drew her sword!’

Either way, I was trying to publicize the case.

However, it was Eleanor’s supporters who seemed to be strong.

It was simple. It was the fear of death.

Eleanor led her knights and cleared out the outlaws who gradually appeared in various places in the capital at once.

Criminal organizations that tried to gradually expand their power with the money received from the imperial family, or bullies who thought the world was ruined and started indiscriminate crimes disappeared as if they were melting before the knights’ sword.

The guards, who were short of manpower due to the fight with the dragon and the appearance of the monster, had no choice but to thank them for their help.

Citizens already had fond memories of Eleanor. It didn’t matter to them who they cheated on or whether the emperor’s real daughter was beaten or not.

In the end, the one holding the sword right now was Eleanor. Those who could kill them right now were Eleanor’s knights, and it was Eleanor’s force that wiped out the criminals who threatened their safety right now.

And, this wasn’t the first time. Even though the situation has changed a lot, the fact that Eleanor’s Platinum Knights worked to punish criminals and ensure the safety of citizens remained.

Since she just resumed what she was doing before defeating the Demon King, those who were hostile to her could not easily get angry.

What they feared more was death. If you want to spread rumors on the street, you have to at least show your face.

The rest of the royal family spread rumors that she was killing not only criminals, but all who stood in her way, in an attempt to undermine Eleanor’s support.

Eleanor, an illegitimate child and prostitute to usurp the empire, is massacring the citizens of the empire.

However, this agitation was not well received by the citizens.

They couldn’t easily accept the concept of Eleanor ‘taking over the empire.’ Not everyone was familiar with the turmoil and turmoil in the capital.

Among those who did not know much about politics, there were those who thought that Eleanor was still resting after defeating the demon king. Whatever the actual situation, few thought that the next emperor would be someone other than Eleanor.

The words were too violent. Any ordinary citizen, big or small, could do more good than harm to Eleanor.

The Merchant, who almost suffered huge losses due to the blockage of the passage due to the appearance of thieves or monsters, was able to complete his planned ascent due to the appearance of the Platinum Knights.

The farmers, who had to defend themselves against the huge pack of wolves, regained their peace thanks to Eleanor’s lance that appeared with the sound of a huge horse’s hoof.

The hasty downgrading of such a person to a ‘prostitute’ incited resentment regardless of the meaning and authenticity of the word.

The biggest problem arose among those who believed in it.

Those who supported the other members of the imperial family, of course, believed the rumors straight away. And they were afraid that Eleanor might come and kill them.

Naturally, their mouths fell shut. Eleanor was getting closer and closer to the throne.

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It was pointless. Even in this meeting, I couldn’t get any truly important information.

The garden was beautiful, and the flowers were in full bloom. However, my heart burned with frustration.

“Thank you. Let’s finish here for today.”

“I, if you will meet our prince once again in the future…”

“I will contact you again when the opportunity arises. Thank you very much for your hospitality.”

Something was happening, but there was no one I could write to at a time like this.

When information was needed at the warrior party, each of them played their part. I was able to get information comfortably among civilians, and no one came close to Nerwen when it came to getting information that could be seen or heard.

Even if it was ridiculously peripheral and old knowledge, it was often in Farseer’s head.

However, now there was no one.

All I could do was give the royal family members who asked me to meet somehow a ‘chance to talk for a while’.

Even so, they didn’t have the answers I was looking for either. Their topic was who would take the place of emperor and condemnation of Eleanor’s atrocities.

At first, even I wasn’t sure what questions to ask. You want to know what Farseer was going to do before he died? You want to know why Eleanor changed? None of them are meaningless, meaningless questions.

“Sir, excuse me, but even if I’m sure you’ll see me again…”

“sorry.”

Unfortunately, they had no further information to extract.

At best, it was all rage-mixed whining. For one reason or another, the person who should be the legitimate emperor is the prince, and it is said that Eleanor killed dozens of knights, and in the process, he robbed the imperial palace’s treasury.

It’s meaningless. doesn’t mean anything to me

“…Well?”

“Yo, hero. If you change your mind…”

not. Perhaps, there was important information.

All methods of revealing their purpose and means through the Farsi language have failed. Some of the guards still remained to investigate the Mage Tower, but there was no harvest other than arresting a few more people involved.

I was thinking wrong. It was a farseer that showed countless moves, but there was no way a mage of her level would leave a trace.

However, if it was Eleanor, I could have hoped that the aftermath would be poor, just a little bit.

“The imperial palace’s treasure chest, when was it stolen?”

“Well, even we can’t be sure… but it seems that the crime was already committed when the hero was in Laurel. While the Emperor was alive…”

weird.

Eleanor’s attempt to become emperor was only after I had emphatically given up on it. It was after he revealed his intention in front of her.

Perhaps, she could have taken my words to mean, ‘Because you did not rise to the position of emperor, I, Enerel, have no choice but to ascend to the position of emperor.’

If so, there was no reason to rob the imperial palace’s treasury.

If, after hearing that, he wanted the treasure of the imperial palace, it would make sense. In order to gain the power to become emperor, he must have needed a sword to kill humans.

However, the order is reversed. Regardless of her position as emperor, she needed a murder sword, or maybe another artifact to be there.

It showed what she wanted.

“Excuse me.”

“Hero! A moment, a moment more time!”

I lightly shook off the arm of the attendant who was trying to catch me, and ran to the imperial palace. My steps are faster than halfway riding a wagon.

The surrounding scenery passed by.

If Farseer could lay down his life for that purpose, there was no way anyone else couldn’t.

Celia laughed. It was unusual. She was moaning with guilt over me. I just turned my eyes to it and didn’t admit it.

That was obviously strange. One way or another, there are factors that have changed her.

Something, she has a role too. There is a sacrifice. The pain that was so great that it could temporarily relieve Celia of the burden of guilt she was carrying.

Perhaps because of the grim atmosphere, there were not many people passing by even though the sun had not yet set. It wasn’t bad for me. Because I didn’t have to worry about running into someone.

After a while, I arrived at the empty imperial palace.

There were people, but they were only formally keeping their seats. After proving to the guards that I am a hero with a simple conversation, I ran inside the imperial palace.

Lost. I grabbed one of the soldiers around and asked harshly as if questioning.

“Where is the imperial palace treasure chest?”

“Yes? That, even if it’s the hero… that…”

“I’m not trying to use what’s there. No, rather than where it is… Do you know who maintains it?”

“Heh, I think you’re referring to Sir Henry, but he’s probably in the dungeons of the Imperial Palace…”

“thank you!”

Perhaps because of the thought that the direction had been set, every word was in a hurry. The thought that somehow I had to make up for wasted time filled my head.

I never thought there would be a dungeon in a place like this. After asking the guards around me again and again, I was able to get there.

When I went down the stairs, I saw a room that was too cozy and clean to be a prison, but closed with iron bars to be a solitary cell.

“Sir Henry! Sir Henry! Are you there!”

There weren’t many rooms, and most were empty. An old man with a white beard who seemed placid rose from his seat and peered into my eyes through the bars.

“What are you doing?”

“I heard that several items were stolen from the imperial palace treasury.”

“That’s right. That’s why I am there. Excuse me… are you a warrior?”

“Yes. I’m in a bit of a hurry right now… but could you tell me which items were stolen?”

He pondered for a moment. Common sense dictates that a person in prison is forbidden to splurge on such confidential information.

However, both the guards and the prisoner were in a state of lethargy. An atmosphere as if saying, ‘What will happen if I allow this?’ lingered throughout this prison, no, throughout the imperial palace.

“Well… I’ll tell you. There aren’t many of them. As you probably know, the murder sword. One of them is a demonic sword that has been passed down since 1800 years ago, and then…”

His words stopped. Rather than being shocked, he seemed to be genuinely remembering which items had been stolen.

“Sacred Robe. That’s all.”

Maybe, that might be the key.