Chapter 92 – -91- Until Knight Amelie Betrayed Everything (2)

Knight Amelie Grace did not like the word East Emor Kingdom.

For her, her emor kingdom has always been one.

Recognizing the disgusting rebel faction that ruled the west of Emor as a nation was an act that deeply repelled her.

The kingdom was Amelie Grace’s resting place and home.

As a war orphan, she was taken in and raised in an orphanage run by the Knights.

Recognized for her talent for swordsmanship, her young Amelie became a squire of the knights who defended the royal family.

With her prowess, she earned her knighthood by subduing a group of ferocious ogres on her outskirts.

The knighthood bestowed directly by the king and the surname ‘Grace’, which means the kingdom’s grace, were like treasures to her.

A girl who was grieving the loss of her family, now has a comrade like her family within the fence of the Knights.

Her newfound family, the approval of her peers, were too precious to her.

‘They’re like damned rebels…’

That’s why she couldn’t forgive the West Emor Kingdom, which killed the king who had been stably leading the kingdom and made the kingdom’s people split in half and hate it.

So, she was confused.

‘Musketeer, why are you with such a group?…’

From the first time she saw her behind enemy lines, she felt a breathless thrill from the musketeer. It wasn’t like a fleeting feeling. Because she admired him as he continued to fight and fought with honor.

It was his troops who treated prisoners of war humanely and acted with respect to the populace of the occupied territories.

Even when a monster suddenly attacked at the forefront of the civil war, he tried to save lives regardless of the enemy. Every time he looked at him, he felt a strange pounding sensation he had never felt before.

When they teamed up to defeat the monster, they got along surprisingly well.

After the battle, she suggested to the musketeer by allusion. Wouldn’t she convert now?

She said she was loyal to the King and would be pardoned if she took the lead in defeating the rebels.

She had even said that she would prove that you were capable and honorable.

I couldn’t understand why such an honorable person was a disgraced general of an army of rebels, so I invited him several times… But he shook his head with a wry smile.

‘…Fool’

The civil war will, of course, end with the victory of Emor Kingdom. The knight who protects the royal family, Amelie Grace, will protect the kingdom.

On that glorious day of victory, all traitors will be beheaded and displayed in the capital.

‘…’

As she imagined the musketeer’s severed head, her heart skipped a beat. I didn’t like that kind of future. The death of a musketeer… Felt as bad as the current civil war.

‘I need more, sure feat…’

For the people of the kingdom who are starving and in pain, she had to get as much as possible from this fight.

Additionally, in order to make the musketeer a prisoner under her care, she would have to perform more certain feats in the realm.

The civil war devastated the Emor Kingdom.

By any means necessary, the kingdom must be made rich and strong again.

It was the reason why he couldn’t refuse the meeting hosted by Royce in Sangamju.

He said he would provide a trade route with the Principality through Leon Sodus if he could brighten up the place.

“Haha, I wonder if I can wear it like this…”

She was eagerly comparing her few clothes in front of the mirror to attend a simple social event hosted by Royce of Upper County.

‘The musketeer said he was coming…’

Pressing down on her love interest, she feigned composure and applied a thin layer of unfamiliar makeup to her face. Correcting her frequent mistakes over and over again.

***

Contrary to her first impression, the Musketeer was not a reticent person.

No, he should have been rather talkative. As his intoxication increased, he preached his convictions nonstop.

“Haha, I also thought that the current status system is very problematic.” She nodded appropriately and replied.

He was a young republican. He vomited indignation at the fact that neighboring countries denied the concept of a republic, and that it was very unpleasant to refer to the West Emor as a ‘kingdom’.”

“Unlike the idiots of the principality, Young master is a person who can communicate well. Ha ha! By the way, is it okay for a noble of the principality to say such a thing?”

“Well, I think the Musketeer…”

He waited for his next words, his eyes wide open from his drunkenness.

‘A man’s gaze is unpleasant…’

“…I don’t believe he’s such a light-mouthed person.”

“Ha! Sure! Of course! Haha!” He smiled broadly and gulped down the rest of his drink.

His reticence towards his surroundings was a trait that stemmed from a strong sense of disappointment.

Few people fully understand the convictions he preaches, so he shuts up in repeated disappointment.

In other words… He was a very talkative person in the presence of people who understood him.

He was able to figure out something about him through his newly acquired traits. Disillusioned with the average royalist, who treats him like a lunatic even when he tries hard to explain, he chooses silence.

It was easy to win his favor. It was enough to acknowledge and pretend to understand his thoughts.

Using their characteristics, they temporarily suppressed their hostility towards the nobility and the ruling class, and continued the conversation while amplifying their intimacy.

When the hostility he felt towards the ‘noble son’ and ‘collaborator of the monarchy’ disappeared, he developed a deep affection for me.

‘That’s ironic’

In the mind of a young and passionate revolutionary, a person who recognized himself as an ‘equal’ held great value.

His consciousness denied all classes, but funny enough, his unconscious instinctively divided people into classes.

My recognition, as a young and mighty hero like himself, was of great value in his heart.

During a friendly conversation, I asked him a question.

“I’ve been curious about it for a long time…How did you get chosen as a hero at the same time as the knight Amelie Grace?”

“Oh, you mean that?”

He explained the joint operation with her with her bright expression. The story of dealing with a monster that indiscriminately slaughtered troops without discriminating against the enemy during a confrontation on the front line.

As a result of identifying her characteristics, his feelings for her were full of all kinds of positive tunes. The clearest of them all sounded respect, followed by love.

The love between a republican and an escort knight of the kingdom… It was a conflict structure that could be used.

I laughed and poured him a full glass.

***

I sipped my glass with a sullen expression.

I’m not used to decorating my face, so it’s just a little late. The Musketeer was not present.

He went back saying he would get drunk if he drank more… It was news like a thunderbolt.

“Well, wouldn’t it be nice to take off your armor at times like this, Amelie Grace?”

“…I don’t really have anything to wear, Leon Souders.”

The hero of Lucas Principality, Leon Souders, came to talk.

“Haha, if it’s Knight Amelie, I think you’ll look good in anything.”

“Hey, could you send me one?”

I deliberately answered a little bluntly.

…Honestly, because I was a little reluctant.

No matter how much it was for the sake of the kingdom, he brazenly took his achievements many times.

I also knew that my actions were very upsetting to him… I felt a bit ashamed.

Can you finish the conversation well?

As expected, I went into conversation with him, thinking that fighting was more my nature than socializing.

***

Knight Amelie divided the people into two.

As if there is an invisible fence in the mind, emotional distance was placed on the characters outside the fence.

A small, sturdy fence that allows entry only to those you acknowledge and trust.

Through her emotional inducing properties, she was able to bypass her barriers.

The perception of her status as a ‘temporary colleague’ gathered to subdue the demon lord is slightly twisted to make her feel like a real ‘colleague’.

I connected myself to the deep and solid trust and bond I had built up through the joys and sorrows of the Knights Templar’s “Real colleagues,” And I took a free ride on that feeling.

“…Huh, Gongja-nim makes me feel very comfortable when I talk to him. Really, it’s like a friend I’ve known for a long time.”

“Heh, in Emor, do you take the achievements of your friends in the first place?” He smirks at her and makes fun of her.

“Ah! Oh…! You apologized earlier…! Fortunately, Young master-nim also understood…”

Her jokes, which would have irritated her earlier, were accepted with a wide smile.

As if reveling in a comrade of hers with whom she had fought behind her back for so many years, she began to recount her conversation with me.

It was a very deep and strong relationship of trust. It was the source of her deep loyalty to the kingdom.

And I wanted to change the object of her loyalty.

I wanted to change her into a knight who lived only for me, not Emor Kingdom.

“…The princess’s neck is very white.”

Without her permission, I impulsively placed her hand on the white nape of her ponytail.

Use your abilities to suppress your displeasure. I send it far enough that I can’t even hear the unpleasant melody of displeasure.

It amplifies the languid pleasure caused by weak drunkenness and the liking that comes from an unexpected pleasant conversation, making the sense of incongruity buried.

“Young master, what are you doing now?”

As a result, there was no unpleasantness in her voice. There were only pure doubts.

“Massage. You’ll be very happy“

It does not stimulate sexual feelings, but amplifies the feeling of pleasure as muscle fatigue is relieved through the tongue. He massaged her neck, gently relaxing her muscles that had been tense with excessive motion.

“Hauuuuu…”

“Doesn’t it hurt so hard to headbutt so tough with such a thin neck?” She said, pressing her thumb into the muscles around her neck.

“Ah…There, a little further down…Mmm…!” She was a bit reluctant, but after experiencing her immediate effect, she became active.

She was the one who urged her massage, explaining the part she wanted to press.

Slowly and painstakingly analyze the mind and emotions that have loosened boundaries with the languid body. How to reverse the object of her allegiance, continued to search.

I pulled out all the information that could be used, such as her taste, what she was hoping for even though she was not aware of it, her trauma, and so on.

Her neck, which was thin and strong enough to be held in one hand, was so white that I felt guilty as if I was holding a thin white porcelain with my bare hands.

Her desire to rape her filled her throat as she wanted to strangle her at will.

‘Not yet, not yet…’

Her affection for her musketeer was far greater than she realized. If she recklessly tries to twist it, her backlash will be great.

I finished the massage with a regretful heart, and promised the next one.

***

“…After all, we haven’t even talked about trade routes…?”

It was a much more enjoyable and fun place than I thought. He was a man who made the atmosphere comfortable enough to give the illusion that he was with his fellow knights.

“I don’t think he was particularly good around words…But it’s amazing…”

If I had to pick the most similar experience, would it be the first time I met the musketeer? It was a case where the opponent who was expected to be inconvenient turned out so well.

“Really, he’s a strange person… Whoa… I’ll have to talk about trade routes later…”

I went back to my room to rest, but there was a box in front of the door.

“What is this?”

Inside the box were several expensive-looking dresses, and at the top was written in classy handwriting ‘Dear Leon, colleague’.

On the back of the letter, it was written, ‘Looking forward to our next meeting’.

‘I didn’t mean to ask for one suit, but…’

It also contained luxurious luxuries that I had only seen with my own eyes while living as a knight.

“…I don’t need anything like this…”

I was going to send it back, but the ring and the clothes… Were too much for my taste.

He was clearly courting me, to the extent that even I, who don’t know much about relationships, could tell.

“It’s a bit difficult.”

Now that I know how he feels… I don’t know how to treat him the next time we meet.

With a complicated mind in mind, I fell asleep.

…In my dream that night, Prince Leon appeared.