Regina Lena - Aux impardonnables - Chapitre 26

There were four kinds of the dead in hell. And the most disgusting and ugliest of all were probably those who swallowed the first cry.

Unlike the other dead, they had their own shape, only bones and skins remained, making them looked like thin bodies. Également, they were so dim, that their vision and smell had deteriorated, so they couldn’t be aware even if there was someone right next to them.

On such a subject, their hearing was terribly sensitive and their appetite was gluttonous. So they ran like a shot and ate at the slightest sound.

I thought their habits were quite bizarre.

So when I faced the King who swallowed the first cry, I asked him what I had been curious about before I tore his heart.

—King, why can’t your people see ahead?

—We cannot see the world right away because we have a lot of regrets.

Le roi, who swallowed the first cry, answered me with good grace. Alors, j'ai redemandé.

—Then, why do they swallow the sound?

—It’s a punishment for us, and we’re repeating the things we regret the most.

—What do you regret?

—I’m ashamed to reveal it to myself.

—Is it related to your name? Alors, what you’re regretting is ‘swallowing the first cry?’

When I asked one after another, the King burst into tears. He cried sadly.

—Princess, you already know everything. Just like you know why your great-grandfather is the “King of Burning and Scorching”.

The King—who swallowed the first cry—was silent after it. He had the ugliest dead, but he himself was the wisest of the Kings.

I respected him but had no hesitation in tearing him apart. I gladly slaughtered him, and in his shredded body, a tiny heart came off.

I tried to get it and pick it up. pourtant, the King—who swallowed the first cry—put his heart on his hand and ran away.

Le roi, who lost again, hid in the deepest part of the castle, and I couldn’t see him again.

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Lynn drove slowly, brooding over the biography of Empress Niheal.

‘I thought it was a ridiculous joke, mais…’

A story that was too much for history but too shallow for myths.

Lynn thought it was all a fabrication to cover up the atrocities of the Empire, but when he came down to the tomb himself, he was wondering if there were some clues that he had been thinking about all day.

Lynn laughed at his situation and looked at the sky. Puis, il l'a regretté. It was because the red sky, like pouring, had caused fatigue.

The Eastern Duke, Lynn, and his knights were already in the middle of the tomb. The East, after the vanguard of the South, arrived at the tomb and was seriously chasing Lena’s trail.

“Votre Grâce, là bas…”

Deca whispered and pointed to one side of the valley.

Neatly shattered dead were scattered all over the place. Unlike the dead who died on the ground would disappear like a cloud of smoke, the dead who died underground was slowly melting into the ground.

“The capability of the Southern Duke’s agent is unusual.”

Looking at the body of the dead, Deca said in fear. Lynn remained silent.

After Lena crossed the crack as a vanguard, Lynn and the Eastern Knights followed right behind. But the first thing they saw when they crossed the crack was not Lena’s back, but the bodies of countless dead.

Lynn and the knights who saw this got goosebumps.

It’s not because of fear. They also often got reports about the bodies of the dead. Plutôt, they were amazed because they knew what this scene meant.

The dead disappeared when they died. Le corps, as well as the bloodstains, dissipated in fog.

Although they wondered if it would be different in the tomb, surprisingly it was the same as the body disappeared soon, only in different forms that melt into the ground.

Alors, this many dead bodies meant one thing.

Lena Rubel left this place with the dead scattered everywhere. She fought this large number of the dead all by herself, fast enough for them to come in seconds.

‘I knew she was not an ordinary person, mais…’

Lynn didn’t expect this. He thought as he watched the bodies of the dead gradually melt away.

Would he be able to crush the dead so quickly? He thought he’d know if he tried. Pour être plus honnête, it seemed difficult.

‘How can a person, who doesn’t inherit the power and ability of the Imperial family…’

Lynn thought seriously and suddenly remembered something. It was what Lena said two days ago.

—Don’t fight the dead. The more you fight, the more you lose.

She told him not to fight, but he was on his way through the massacre.

A truly unpredictable person.

Lynn pored over Lena’s traces and thought more about her. Lena had added some unknowable advice besides saying not to fight.

—Select and take only 10 chevaliers.

—Imagine staying in the tomb for about ten days.

—Don’t approach the castle.

It was inexplicable words, and Lynn had to worry about the day before the expedition.

Lynn liked Lena personally. But that didn’t make him take Lena’s mysterious words without any filtration. He was not just an individual, but The Duke of the East.

It was when Lynn thought silently. Tout à coup, the knight at the front gave a signal.

'Quoi?’

As the signal raised the level of tension, Lynn got off the horse. Then he stepped quietly and approached the leading knights.

As he climbed the slope, he could see a long canyon and a towering castle in between. On the black ground below, there were many dead like a herd of buffalo.

Two-legged walking, a thin body with bones exposed, and a flimsy wandering gesture. They were those who swallowed the first cry.

And through it, he could see someone moved sharply, as fast as a cat.

‘Lena.’

It was Lena. She boldly passed by the dead who swallowed the first cry. Quoi de plus, the stupid dead were not aware of Lena’s existence, they’re just idling around.

‘Are you thinking of going straight into the castle?’

It’s a castle with no gates or roads, and it looked like it had been shaped with mud. How was she going to get in there?

—I’m the only one who can conquer the castle.

Oui, Lena said that. She must know the way.

So what should he do? Should he watch the Southern agent intercept the dead like this?

Lynn stared at Lena, who was ahead and then commanded the knights by hand.

‘Bow and bell.’

At the command of the Eastern Duke, the knights handed over bells and bow to him. Lynn tied the arrow and the bell with a string. Puis, he lifted the bow and put two arrows.

Lynn personally liked Lena. But Lignan Eitner was not just an individual. He was the youngest, most ambitious, and reckless Duke of the East of all time.

Lignan Eitner, déterminé, drew a bow to his leading competitor.

finalement, Lena was surrounded by countless dead. It would be hard for her to face such a large number of dead alone.

Lynn watched the scene, kept an eye on Lena, and put down the bow.

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‘The road is narrow.’

In the middle of the tomb, Lena stopped and looked at the dead in front of her. The deads who swallowed the first cry, who hadn’t yet realized her existence, were blocking the way.

‘Can I pass quietly?’

Jusqu'à présent, she had hit the dead in sight, but now she had to restrain herself.

A little further ahead, it’s the King’s castle that swallowed the first cry. If she made a fuss, she had to fight endlessly against the dead who would be constantly pouring out.

So Lena tried to pass as quietly as possible. But there was a long way to go because of the dead who overlapped their bodies together. Lena bit her lower lip and thought about it.

‘I wish I could make some noises and get rid of them.’

But there was no proper tool. It was because she had taken out all the noisy objects in order to move quietly. Although there were a few daggers, they should be thrown hard, and she wouldn’t be able to make any sound on this muddy ground.

It was when Lena looked around to find a solution. Two arrows flew from somewhere. They slumped vertically from the sky and hit the ground, et en même temps, they made a clanging metallic sound.

AAARGH!

Those who heard the sound rushed, exposing their teeth. On the dead’s sharp fingernails, the arrow broke in an instant, and the bells flew back and forth, clanging even more. The crazy dead struggled to eat the sound.

'Quoi?’

Lena stared blankly at the sight. The place where the arrow was inserted was about 40 steps from Lena’s feet.

Grâce à ça, the dead swarmed to the place where the arrows were embedded, and the road ahead of Lena, which had been clogged, was quickly opened.

Lena smiled as she looked for where the arrow came from. Au loin, she could see Lynn with a bow.

‘Sir Lynn is here.’

Lena knew that Lynn had helped her and greeted him gently.

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‘Votre Grâce?’

As Lynn opened Lena’s way, Deca asked him the reason with his eyes. pourtant, Lynn took a long breath and gave no explanation.

tirant son pyjama d'un seul coup, he wasn’t sure himself.

‘I don’t know if this is a good thing….’

Lynn had to be careful in all decisions as an Eastern Duke. So he couldn’t accept Lena’s cryptic words without filtration.

pourtant, en même temps, he couldn’t ignore the words unconditionally.

Lena’s extraordinariness was clearly to be watched not as Lynn, but as The Duke of the East. Alors, Lynn accepted Lena’s advice after much thought. Pas exactement, but with a few more additions.

'À partir de maintenant, camp in the highlands and monitor the area.’

‘If I don’t come back after ten days, retreat to the palace.’

‘Ensure that only 70 percent of food will be consumed and the rest will be endured with salt.’

Lynn decided to leave 99 out of the hundred knights with Deca here. When he ordered it, Deca nodded uncontrollably, embarrassé. Then he asked Lynn where he was going.

Lynn replied briefly.

‘To get loot.’1

Cette, trop, was taught by Lena last night.

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‘I see you don’t come to the castle.’

Lena grinned as she watched the knights of the East dispersed. She was disappointed that he brought a lot of knights, but he seemed to decide to listen to her anyway.

‘You’re a good man who can listen well. Or do you have a good feeling about it?’

Lena was willing to praise Lynn’s decision. She also liked the fact that he didn’t follow her advice unconditionally and added his own arrangement.

Lena was proud to see the knights of the East move before the dead again blocked the road. The towering castle in front of her, as Lynn observed, had no gates. But Lena knew how to get into that castle.

It was when Lena was about to enter the castle. Soudainement, her feet trembled, and a roaring sound of the ground occurred.

'Quoi?’

Lena thought the dead were coming and looked back.

But it wasn’t the dead. What rose above the valley was the Northern flag, as red as the sky.

Léna, who found the Northern knights, hastened. Sans surprise, the noise caused by the troops poured out the dead who swallowed the first cry from the castle.

As the dead chased the sound, a crushing blow flew from over there. Léna, who was almost swept away by Ruvid’s attack, quickly rolled over to avoid it.

The violent Northern Prince seemed to intend to launch an attack. Lena skimmed over the valley to see how far they had spread the formation.

But Lena’s eyes, which were moving quickly, arrêté à un moment donné.

‘Father.’

Lena found Marquis Rubel like a lie among many of those knights.

The Marquis finally stood towards Lena. En quelque sorte, she felt like their eyes met.

Non, they definitely did.

Peu après, the Marquis raised his hand cut through the air, and the knights fired the arrows.8

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