Taming Her Highness the Princess

7 – For you, not you (6)

“How long before he comes?”

At the words of Magran, an executive at the lower end of the Red Moon Fortress, the subordinate next to him checked the time and lowered his head. The shabby robe that even covered his head swayed softly with the movement of his subordinate.

“I told you to come by noon, so I will show you soon.”

“I see.”

After answering calmly, Magran raised his head. At the end of an alleyway filled with pipes and garbage, there was a cathedral steeple standing tall against the background of the setting sun.

The clock tower of the cathedral, built in the Gothic style, glows leisurely in the setting sun. The outside scenery, which was about an inch wide, was laughably calm and serene.

‘How long can you all enjoy that peace?’

It won’t be long before the laughter heard in the wind turns into screams. At that time, the red moon star will make everything equal according to the old god’s will.

There was nothing to fear as the plan was progressing steadily. There are a few reefs that stand in the way of the plan, but by the time they find out everything, it will be too late.

Thinking of that, I was putting my hands behind my back when I heard footsteps from the other side. Lowering his head, Magran was able to face a familiar face.

“Baldure. Fortunately, it wasn’t too late. So, as promised…….”

Magran’s hand stopped for a moment as he tried to take the Daegeum and the medicine out of his sleeve. It was because a tall man was following Baldure with a tense expression.

“The alleyway behind the cathedral. It is too sacred a place for cockroaches to choose to hide in.”

The man’s sneer resounds ominously in the alleyway. Magran tried to ascertain his opponent’s identity, but he couldn’t see his face properly because the shadow of the alley was cast over the man’s upper body.

However, it didn’t matter who the opponent was. It was an order from the superiors to immediately eliminate anyone who interfered with the plan.

Recognizing that it is an emergency, Magran glances at his subordinate. Reading Magran’s glance, the subordinate nodded and took out a revolver from his bosom.

He didn’t even ask for his identity. Having finished aiming, the subordinate pulled the trigger without hesitation. In an instant, the gunpowder explodes and a flash war takes place. However, the cylinder of the revolver did not turn.

Puuong—!

The revolver that exploded inside ricocheted out of the subordinate’s hand and landed at the man’s feet. The subordinate, who had lost his revolver, grabbed his scorched hand and gritted his teeth.

Magran could not figure out what had happened until he heard a groan of pain coming from his subordinate’s teeth.

‘…… Did you use magic to seal the muzzle?’

If the muzzle from which the bullet comes out is sealed, the revolver has no choice but to explode from the inside. But how? How could such a delicate work be accomplished in such a short time of pulling out a gun and pressing the trigger?

It is not a matter of simply having good reflexes. Magran had never seen such a delicate and flexible response.

‘At most, it was just a protective film on the body.’

So far, among the mages he has killed, there have been some who have blocked bullets by wrapping a protective shield around their body with quick reflexes, but no one has blocked the muzzle to counterattack.

This is because spreading a protective film over my familiar body is much easier and requires less concentration than transforming a narrow range of materials.

Even so, he dared to choose the difficult path. As if the difficult road was going to be very easy for him.

At this point, I’m curious about the guy’s identity. Magran, who had taken her gaze away from the subordinate moaning from the heat and heat, glared at the man covered in shadow.

“Reveal your identity. Before I kill you, I want to hear your name at least.”

Instead of answering, the man stepped forward. Only then does the shadow lift, revealing the man’s sharp eyes and distinct features.

He is wearing a neat outfit that is not disheveled at all, and is seen wearing a brooch with the family pattern embossed around his neck.

The eyes looking down at Magran were subdued as if they were looking at something below, so it was lofty and arrogant as if they were saying that this figure proves my identity.

“…… Is that Jeniel Malaig?”

But certainly, that figure was impeccable to prove the man’s identity.

In addition to his outstanding magical skills, Jeniel was the only young man from Malaig family who had an eagle with spread wings as his family crest.

Why did the eldest son of a high-ranking duke appear in an unsuitable back alley? Did Baldure push this side? No, it wouldn’t be possible if it wasn’t for the sympathy to die together.

‘I guess I figured it out on my own. The existence of the red moon…….’

It seems that the rumors that his brain is soaring and his senses are good were not empty words. However, no matter how smart he is, he will surely be no more experienced than his father.

So we must deal with the existence of the Red Moon Castle before it spreads to the imperial family. Determined, Magran drew a knife from his bosom and thrust it hard into his subordinate’s neck.

Pu-wook! A sharp blade cuts through the throat of a subordinate. My subordinate, who had his eyes wide open, was protesting why he was doing this, but he had no intention of listening.

Cheak-!

Magran drew his sword, grabbed his subordinate’s head and threw him to the ground. A subordinate collapsed on the floor of an alleyway had a seizure and vomited blood from his throat.

“Hee, hee hee…… !”

Baldure, who was hiding behind him, slammed his buttocks and breathed in vain, but Jennie Earl remained calm throughout. Seeing this, Magran laughed as he wiped the blood from his cheek.

“A person died right in front of your eyes, but you are so calm.”

“I got used to dealing with you guys.”

I didn’t understand what you were talking about, but I didn’t intend to fit into that rakugo. Magran chanted his spell, concentrating his mind to create blood magic.

The blood that has turned into a puddle boils before you know it. But before anything could rise from there, the bubble burst and sank.

‘…… What?’

Magran, who had never been like this before, couldn’t help but be embarrassed. He tried several times to see if there was a mistake in the order, but he failed again and again.

“You bastard… ….”

Only then did Magran raise his head and stare at Jenny Earl. It was clear that Jenny Earl in front of him was suppressing the magic he was trying to create.

But is it possible? Magic is the realm of transmutation and creation. It is next to impossible to undo a spell without deep understanding of the magic the opponent is trying to create.

Even if you know the spell the opponent is trying to cast, reversing the spell will consume more than twice the caster’s mana.

I don’t understand why Jeniel is doing that. There may be differences in the level of skill in handling magic, but how on earth does Jenial, a nobleman, know blood magic?

“From the look on his face, it seems that something has gone wrong with his plan. If… ….”

Perfect! As Jenny Earle snaps his fingers, blood gushed out of the pool of blood and in an instant took the form of a spear. A spear so smooth and straight that his face could be seen through was aimed at Magran.

“Are you looking for this?”

Thanks to that, Magran couldn’t help but be astonished. She was shocked that Jenny Earl didn’t just suppress the spell, but took it away and made it her own.

Moreover, the shape of the spear floating in the air was cleaner and more sophisticated than any magic he had ever seen. To the point where you subconsciously think it’s beautiful.

‘I lost… ….’

I was completely defeated to the point where I couldn’t argue. As the resigned Magran let out a low laugh, Jeniel calmly opened his mouth.

“Tell me where you live. If you give me even the smallest information, I will guarantee your life.”

“It guarantees life… ….”

Despite conciliation to guarantee his life, Magran just shook his head.

“I didn’t even want that from the beginning.”

Then he stabbed himself with the knife he was holding. Hooked! The blade’s tip slices through Magran’s throat, causing him to vomit blood.

Magran shook his body once and fell to the floor, suffering the same words as his subordinate. Jenny Earl, who looked down on him indifferently, canceled his blood magic.

Choo! The blood spilled on the floor spattered on the body and face of Baldu-re, who was sitting on the floor. Jenny Earl let out a low sigh and took his handkerchief from his bosom.

“Baldure.”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!?”

“Don’t make a fuss.”

I wasn’t making a fuss, I was really shaking and I was on the verge of going crazy. Still, it seemed that Jenial didn’t like it, so Baldure suppressed his fear as much as possible and answered.

“Mu, mumu, do you have anything to do?”

After wiping the blood off his face, Jennie Earl spoke in a low tone.

“Yes. You should rush to the imperial palace right now and confess your sins to the Imperial Guard. I will call the police and guards to the scene.”

“Yes? Uh, what the hell is that…….”

Aren’t you sure you said you would forgive your sins? Baldure looked up with a somewhat bewildered expression, and Jenial lowered her eyes and said,

“I hate nerds. Even more of an idiot who makes you say the same thing twice.”

Balduré, realizing that he had no choice, hurriedly rose from his seat.

“Oh, I see!”

If you don’t want to die, you should listen to Jenial. Baldure, who made that decision, hurriedly ran in the direction of the imperial palace. Jenny Earl, who was looking at the back, was lost in thought for a moment as he put his handkerchief in his bosom.

‘I never thought I’d already be so loyal to Jeokwol Castle.’

I didn’t know that even the lowest level executives were prepared to die for the Jeokwolseong. It was a stain of judgment, but not without fruit.

After confirming the scene and hearing Baldure’s confession, it was clear that the imperial family would be very wary of the enemy lurking inside.

It will become their shackles and slow down their activities a bit. Instead, the red moon star’s attention will turn to him, but he has already made up his mind.

Jenny Earl raised his head and looked at the sky where his sunset was fading away. I can see the scarlet halos that have come out between the clouds that cover the sun are gradually getting lighter.

‘…… It looks like it will be quite late today.’

If you explain the situation to the police and guards and return to the mansion, it will probably be a dark night.

*

Late at night, Yeonhwa Palace, which should have been the quietest, was filled with footsteps and voices.

“Your Highness! Are you there!”

The incident started when Bal Dure confessed his sins on the stage of his flag. A medical practitioner dared to give His Majesty’s son a drug that made the demon blood muddy, and it was impossible not to be upset.

The imperial palace was turned upside down, and members of the imperial family rushed to the emperor in a hurry to avoid sparks, prostrated themselves against his colleagues, and expressed their innocence.

As well as the gimudae, the bodyguards began to move, and the internal affairs department was also cracked down at once, and His Majesty was very angry and ordered to strengthen the inspection of the imperial palace.

Because the atmosphere was so hideous that it wouldn’t be strange even if there were winds of blood, Luinel had no choice but to knock on the door of Her Highness’s bedroom in the middle of the night to inform them of this fact.

“Professor Jenial posted a meritorious service this time! I have something to tell you about! If you don’t tell me to go back, I’ll take it as permission and go in!”

I have been calling for more than 10 minutes, but there is no response. Some assassination? Ruinel, who had a frightening thought for a moment, hurriedly opened the door.

“Your Highness! Are you okay-“

Ruinel opened the door and stopped moving forward. It was because the pink blanket was rolled up like a ball.

What is this about? Is it a silent protest? After all his thoughts had passed, Ruinel cleared her throat and gently looked down at the top of the futon.

Then I saw Irea’s face with a confused expression. She must have cried a lot alone in her bedroom after listening to Jennie Earl’s verbal abuse. Her tears were clearly visible on her pillow.

“Uh, um… ….”

I don’t know what to do with my luck in this situation. As Louis Nel was sweating profusely, Irea felt her presence and only slightly turned her head to look up at her Louis Nel.

That figure somehow doesn’t match and looks bright.

“Ah. It’s Luinel. Good morning… ….”

Is it night now? I looked out the window just in case, but it was late at night. Thanks to this, Ruinel, who was more disturbed in his mind, had no choice but to come to one conclusion after much thought.

‘His Highness is out of order… ….’

It’s not uncommon, but it wasn’t common either.