Chapter 131 In the Name of the Lionheart (3k)

He roared directly at Moon:
"What else do you want me to say? I've already said that I'm Kantas, and you're obviously Trajan, and you're obviously the current head of the South Territory. How can you make me believe that you don't even know who the first head of Westeros was?"

The old duke thought that Moon would show some shame, but he suddenly said with a serious expression:
"But even so, you directly planned to kill me. Let me guess, you or you guys did something that made you afraid of me."

"So when you heard that I didn't know who you were, you got scared. You were afraid that I was pretending not to know you and wanted you to die, right?"

"So, tell me, what are you or you guys doing?"

The old duke's face tensed up. But after a moment, he relaxed again:

"Let me live, and I will tell you everything I know."

"Otherwise, I guarantee you will regret it."

In response to the old duke's threat, Moon said directly:
"Although you are very special, you are still an evil spirit after all. Your specialness that is completely different from that of normal evil spirits must be due to the power of some top-level seal, right?"

"And then, the creation of evil spirits requires huge resentment and a restless burial. You are clearly a founding duke who is enjoying his old age."

"But you became an evil spirit. Let me guess, this matter has something to do with the First Emperor?"

"If I expand my thinking a little further, the seven gentlemen at that time were truly of the same blood, so, are all eight of you still alive?"

The more he spoke, the more shocked the old duke was.

Did he just guess it?
No, he relied on me to guess it!

Immediately, the old duke realized the key point. Every word the other party said was a result of the same trick he had used to trick Ai'er.

In the midst of great shock, it is difficult for people to hide their eyes and thoughts.

He didn't expect that the method he had just used on others would be used on himself immediately.

"You are very smart, but I guarantee that you can't know more details. Only I know them."

"Let me live, and you will know all I know."

Moen shook his head and said:

"You were planning to kill me, and you must have become an evil spirit through transference, right? I don't think someone like you would have such tricky conditions at the time."

"So you're using one or even a group of innocent poor people as sacrifices for your terrible ritual?"

"What do you mean? Do you still care about people who have nothing to do with you?"

The old duke found it a little funny. It was really stupid for people of their level to say such things.

"I know. Of course I care."

The old duke stared at Moon, whose face was calm.

Is this guy serious?

Are you kidding me?
"You are a noble."

"Before that, I am a human being."

"No wonder you massacred the nobles. You are truly an outlier."

“I just did what I thought I was supposed to do.”

Moon remained calm about the old duke's words.

For other things, such as the issue of a certain goddess, Moon would definitely feel guilty, but regarding these things, Moon would always have a clear conscience.

Becoming a hero, and then dying a hero, during this process, Moon didn't know whether to be thankful or guilty, because he really felt sorry for the heroines he chose.

The old duke was stunned for a moment, then he just laughed.

"That doesn't matter. Since you don't intend to let me go, I'll just wait to die. You will definitely die anyway, and your death will be much more miserable than mine!"

But looking at the windbreaker that Moon could put down at any time, he still said softly:
"So, let's negotiate!"

"I can't let you go, but I can give you a proper death and let you go to the promised land."

"You are an evil spirit. You, ah, don't you know what happens when an evil spirit dies?"

Looking at the old duke who was gradually becoming panic-stricken, Moon suddenly laughed.

"What will happen?"

"You are so brave. I thought you had realized something, but I didn't expect you had no idea at all."

"Well, you are a big shot after all. You should know that correct death is one of the bottom lines that the original left for the world, right?"

"And the evil spirits have desecrated the correct death. What do you think will happen to those who betray the original?"

The old duke was really scared. He had thought about this problem, but he had never thought that he would actually die.

Because their plan was so perfect.

"What will happen?"

"I won't lie to you. I will let you go because I have my own persistence. But I won't tell you because we are enemies. You must know that the unknown is the most terrifying."

"So, do you want to take a gamble? Blasphemy against the original Lord Kantas?"

The old prince fell into a deep silence.

After a long time, he smiled bitterly and asked:

"Can you really make evil spirits die properly so that they can go to the promised land?"

"Of course, with"

Moon glanced overhead. Although today was not a double-moon day, it was still night time.

So he quickly changed the name of a goddess:

"I swear in the name of the Storm Goddess and the Lionheart King, as long as you tell the truth, I will cleanse your sins and give you a proper death."

Seeing that the other party swore in the name of the goddess and the deceased king, the old duke immediately put his mind at ease:
"I swear in the name of the Storm Goddess and the Lionheart King that I will tell the truth."

"Then the deal is established, Lord Contas."

"The deal is done, Master Trajan."

"Why are you here?"

Moon asked the first question. The old duke lay on the ground and said:
"See if we can get the South Territory and further confirm that you are really dead."

"Have you met her?"

"Of course I have, otherwise why would I think you were planning to kill me?"

At this point the old duke became quite desperate.

After all, he has been hanging in the study room of both father and daughter for so many years, how come no one remembered that he existed?

Am I such a failure?

It shouldn’t be!

"How is she?"

"What else can I do? Of course it's great."

Moon was relieved. Then he asked:
"What are you planning?"

"Ascend to the Gods."

“Ascend to God?!”

"Yes, to become a god. Baratheon Doyle wants to become a god."

At this point, the old prince asked with an expectation that he himself did not know how to describe:

"You probably don't know who this person is, right?"

Moen said strangely:

"Of course I know, the founding king of Baratheon."

Baratheon Doyle is the name of the first emperor of the Baratheon Empire. The reason why he is called Baratheon instead of the surname Baratheon is because it follows the tradition of this world.

Having made such great achievements, he is fully qualified to pass down his name as the family surname.

This is a very high honor for a monarch.

Because in this regard, the requirements for monarchs are completely different from those for ordinary people.

"So you know about the outsider, the First Emperor, but you don't know about me, the First Patriarch?!"

Moon then said:
“I rarely pay attention to unimportant things.”

The old duke suddenly wanted to die.

But in order to die properly and avoid the unknown punishment for blaspheming the origin.

He still said:
"In short, we obeyed the emperor's request back then. When our lives were about to end, we chose to become evil spirits and continue to follow the emperor."

"To fulfill the emperor's ambition to become a god."

Moen asked curiously:

"Emperor Baratheon's path is the path of glory, but the condition for glory to become a god is that the three angels of glory each build a powerful empire and fight each other. Only the final winner can become a god."

"Given his conditions back then, I'm not surprised that he found the uniqueness of the Path to Glory. However, from ancient times to the present, there has never been a situation where three angels of glory each have a powerful empire at the same time."

"There has never even been a case of three angels of glory in the same era."

“The most recent one was.”

Thinking of this, Moen asked inquiringly:
"The Loiman Empire? The first Loiman the Great was also an angel of the Path of Glory. He once went to war with the Baratheons and died in the battle. This also created a feud between the two empires that continues to this day."

"Is that your masterpiece?"

"That's right. The Emperor personally guided and trained the First Emperor of Loiman. The Emperor's idea was to hide it in the dark so that no one would notice this problem."

"In this way, he can reduce the difficulty to the greatest extent, and even induce Loiman to join forces with Baratheon and go to war with another empire. After all, he has a lot of room for maneuver since he is hiding in the dark."

"But before the emperor could find the final candidate, Emperor Leuman discovered the problem and took the lead in launching the attack."

"That caught us off guard. Although we won in the end, it was a close win."

Recalling the old duke's past, he couldn't help but sigh:
"Even if he is a chess piece cultivated by the Great Emperor, he is still a qualified monarch, with courage and ability that is in no way inferior to that of the Great Emperor."

"It was because of him that the emperor gave up this path and has remained dormant until now. To be honest, we all thought you wanted to emulate him."

"But what do you think?"

The old duke looked at Moon strangely. He really couldn't figure out what this guy was thinking.

Morn did not answer him. Morn just asked:

"Even today, there is only one Glory Angel, the Queen. Not to mention that this is your empire. The most important thing is, where is the other one?"

The old duke shook his head and said:
"I don't know, but the Emperor did say that this is the time we've been waiting for."

"We believe him."

I swore in my own name, so of course I can ignore the oath, but the other party cannot.

So, he really didn't know?

After a brief hesitation, Moon asked:

"Is he trying to play a word game? The empire he prepared is his own Baratheon Empire, but he also prepared three monarchs from different eras for it?"

"Him, the Queen, and another of his descendants?"

The old duke said seriously:

"I also thought about whether this might be the case, but we have been with him all the time, but we have never noticed the existence of this person."

Moen raised his eyebrows and asked:

"Do you think the last person will be his descendant?"

The old duke said decisively:

"will not."

Moon frowned deeply.

(End of this chapter)