Chapter 125 – 125 – Queen Ginevit Sentences Rust to Death! # One

125 – Queen Ginevit sentences Rust to death! # 1

─Usurper Gregory is dead─.

The people were greatly shaken by Queen Ginevit’s proclamation.

The same was true for Milione and Psyche.

“That Pope Gregory is dead?”

“That can’t be… ?”

In Milione and Psyche’s thoughts, it seemed like a lie that Gregory was dead.

Just a month ago when they left Barakhan, he was a healthy person who was far from death.

If Pope Gregory were to die, it would only be because he was murdered by someone.

Zek-.

Soon someone stood up and shouted.

“Your Majesty the Queen! Is that true? Pope Gregory is dead!”

“There was no such news just this morning!?”

Everyone’s eyes were focused on the queen.

The queen simply sat elegantly at the head table that had been prepared for her.
As people’s tension began to fill the banquet hall, it was the strange Rust, not the Queen, who gave the answer everyone wanted to hear.

“You are the one who killed him. If you had defeated that King, you would have hired a powerful person and bribed someone who could get close to him. Of course, he would be bold enough to do such a reckless thing as killing the King of the Church, and if he even had a personal grudge against the King of the Church, he would be a flower on silk.”

“…”

Instead of answering, Queen Ginevit opened her narrow eyes.
It was a dominant attitude, as if asking me to tell you more.

Rust, the monster with the red cross mask, continued to spread his thoughts as if he liked her queen’s attitude.

“There are many people who have a grudge against the Pope. Among them, the most suitable person to kill the Pope would probably be the Black Knight Roland. Although he is of mixed race, he is also a member of Uniger.”

Ho-.

Marquis Sandros, the chancellor who can be called the queen’s right-hand man, opened his narrow eyes and admired Rust’s story.

Marquis Sandros was a man of great resourcefulness and sense, having served as prime minister for a long time, and he thought Rust’s reasoning process was very accurate.

‘For a kid wearing a mask, he’s good enough to attract the Queen’s interest. Being able to calmly observe and judge a situation is a virtue of a good leader.’

Rust, the Great Sin of Lust.

In any case, he possessed the virtues of a great leader.

It was clear that the most recent birth and the gathering of nearly 10,000 believers was not just a coincidence or good luck.

‘But even so, it’s just an idiot. In the history of this United Kingdom, there were many opponents and heretics, but the only one that survived was the Uniger royal family.’

King of kings.

Leader of leaders.

In the opinion of Marquis Sandros, Queen Ginevit was such a being.

It was only natural.

She was an iron person who had been thoroughly created from her childhood to become the only emperor from the great old clans of the Gourmet Association.

A person who was created from a very young age to become a ruler-.

It was natural that such a being could not be compared to a madman wandering the streets talking crazy things.

‘Rust. Your limitation is that you appeared here. Just because you are here, you have become nothing more than fertilizer for the queen.’

Zek-.

Marquis Sandros looked at Paul, the Knight of the Sun, who was staying by his side.

“Lord Paul. If Rust refuses Her Majesty’s offer, I will personally kill Rust before he leaves the palace today. Surely. By cutting off the head.”

“I understand.”

Sandros was confident that he would kill Rust before leaving the palace.

This royal palace was his fortress and the maw of a hungry tiger.

A wise man will never put his palm into the jaw of a hungry tiger.

In that sense, Rust was already mortgaging his life just by being here.

‘If it were me, I would never have appeared in this place. Rust, it’s more overrated than I heard. As expected, he was no match for me.’

Marquis Sandros thought of his opponents.

The only people who could be his enemies were the cunning Gregory and his right-hand man, Archibald the Medici.

However, Pope Gregory died due to Sandros’s trick of recruiting Roland, and Medici Archibald remained in his position as abbot.

In other words-.

It meant that Marquis Sandros had no opponent.

Zek-.

Queen Ginevit raised a golden goblet filled with wine.

The queen shaking the wine inside.

She said to Rust.

“Rust. Jim doesn’t like to repeat the same story two or three times. Therefore, I will ask you the last question. Surrender to the burden and become the kingdom’s. If you don’t, you will just die.”

It was the queen’s ultimatum.

Sandros knew better than anyone else that the Queen was a person who never spoke empty words.

That’s what he and his nobles taught.

Because the king’s words always had to carry a heavy and dull weight.

In that sense, Ginevitt’s words always contained ‘heaviness.’

“Pussy.”

Wiggle-.

The queen’s forehead twitched as she heard the story behind Rust’s mask.

Rust said as the queen’s handsome black eyebrows began to slowly twitch.

“Don’t you dare give orders to a man like a bitch with a pussy. A man is the head of a woman and her master. A pussy that calls itself a queen. You are just a pussy. A pussy with a crown.”

It was a shallow story without any of the weight of a leader.

Remarks that go beyond insults.

Instead of getting angry at this, Ginebit actually laughed.

“Then we will be enemies from now on. I will take your head. I will take your severed head on a plate and drink wine from your skull. Yes record. Your words and actions. Your traces. “I will destroy and burn every stone and street you touch, erasing your name from history.”

Queen Guinevit spoke calmly, but Marquis Sandros, who had seen her since she was very young, could tell that Queen Guinevit was very angry.

It was clear that she had made up her mind to kill Rust, and in some ways it was a natural step.
But Rust just laughed.

He started laughing behind his mask like someone who heard a very funny story, and when everyone frowned at the sound of his laughter, he spoke in a voice mixed with laughter.

“Don’t be mistaken, pussy. You are not my enemy You can’t even be my enemy. You can’t even stand on the same starting line as me. A piece of meat sitting on a great chair with nothing but natural blood. That is you.”

“…”

“You bitch. Gregory, who stood up for himself and called himself a pope, was many times more worthy of being my opponent than you. And among these, if there is an enemy to me, there is only one.”

Chuck-!

Rust pointed to the table with a very exaggerated gesture.

# # #

Rust pointed at someone with an exaggerated hand gesture.

It was Psyche.

“Only Psyche Agarpe is a worthy opponent for me and Rust! Everyone else is just a bunch of beggars! The only ones who can stand up to me are those who stand up with their own determination!!!”

The cries of a man with an unusually clear voice echoed throughout the empty banquet hall.

Queen Ginevitt’s eyes lost their sparkle, and Marquis Sandros could sense that his queen had lost interest in Rust.
Sandros said.

“Foul. John. Kill that rude thief. Rust, you stupid clown. “You are already defeated just by appearing here!”

If he tried to kill him as he was leaving the palace, but the Queen lost interest in her, it would be no problem to kill her right away.

The royal gold plate knights Van Johan and Paul also drew their swords as if waiting for orders.

Sereung-.

A blade that sparkles and reflects the candlelight of the banquet hall.

The reason it couldn’t be swung was because of a woman’s cry.

“Stop!”

She was Psyche.

Psyche, called the adversary by Rust.

Everyone looked at Psyche, and Psyche got up from her seat and shouted.

“You can’t kill Rust here and now…” ! People shouldn’t kill people… !”

It was a very clear story.

It means that people should not kill people.

Milione, who was carefully watching the process, spoke in confusion at that story.

“Hey, Psyche. Are you going to say such boring things in this situation? Didn’t you want to take down Rust? Rather, shouldn’t you also help those gold-plated knights?”

Milione’s story was correct.

Psyche had no choice but to become a gold-plated knight in order to capture Rust.

To Psyche, Rust is like an enemy.

Psyche prevented Rust from being killed like that?

Zek-.

Psyche climbed onto the table.

Then, looking at the surroundings, he started talking in a calm yet serious voice.

“If you kill Rust here and now, Rust will die, but his body will never die!”

Die, but never die-.

Everyone felt puzzled by this difficult story.

Of course, Psyche was a kind person.

“Rust is not a human being, but an idea! A voice! If you kill this man, he will shed his physical body and become like a myth or legend in the true sense of the word!”

Ssurre-.

Queen Ginebit opened her narrow eyes.

Queen Ginebit’s eyes were now looking at Psyche with interest.

“Indeed. Does dying make you immortal? It’s troublesome. Jim wants to be the only leader who is loved and respected in this United Kingdom. If so, what should I do?”

“If we defeat Rust, it will not be on a battlefield, but on a court where all people are invited! Rust, in order to defeat that man, you have to completely crush his thoughts and claims head-on! It has to be that way!”

Marquis Sandros.

He was truly amazed by Psyche’s story.

‘She is indeed Doban’s daughter. Very straight. I guess I have the personality to not bend even if I break.’

Psyche’s story was right.

If I killed Rust here and now, he might be remembered by people forever like a hero from a myth.

Because people’s faith in him was almost fanatical.

But─.

What if you break that Rust in front of everyone?

It was certain that praise for him would become criticism and his glory would disappear.

Of course, this story had a fatal flaw.

“But who the hell can deal with him? “Are you, Rust’s enemy, planning to take him down on the court?”

If you wanted to crush Rust head on, it was essential to have someone who could put that monster on trial and crush him thoroughly.

However, there were not many people who could take on such a role.

In fact, it was nearly impossible to persuade a madman and convince him that he was defeated.

He was called a madman because persuasion did not work.

However, Psyche clenched her fists and said.

“I can’t do it. But I know someone who can. If so… Only he can bring that vicious monster Rust to justice and defeat him… !”

Pot─.

Soon Milione also stood up.

“Okay! That unlucky Hyde can take on Rust! “He may be unlucky and uninteresting, but he’s a real guy.”

Hyde.

Marquis Sandros was lost in thought at that name.

That guy can deal with that Rust?

Just then Ginebit spoke.

“Hyde. The man who writes that frivolous book isn’t even worth mentioning. He also thinks it would be a good idea to cut off Rust’s head and bring it back. Johan, foul. Go and get the neck.”

The knights with their swords drawn moved towards Rust.

It was right then.

Rust laughed sinisterly.

“Do you really think I came to this palace without any guarantees?”