Chapter 127 (1/2)
A while later, two knights in the Imperial army uniform had approached the barracks of the commander.
Under the watchful escort of the republic knights, it was Luke and his closest ally and friend Philip.
Philip had been nervous ever since entering the Republic’s camp. He grunted at Luke who was much relaxed and was smiling.
“No matter how much I try to reason with myself, this is crazy.”
Philip was told of the plan in advance, which was why he thought that it was dangerous.
“Erwin too has said the same,” responded Luke.
“Of course she would, it is common sense. Is there really any need to come all this way?”
While Philip was grunting, a War Mage walked out of the barracks.
Luke glanced at him for just a second and realized.
‘This friend here is learning dark magic too.’
As far as possible the mage was trying to hide the dark magic which was being used in the war, but there was no way that they could fool Luke who had the ability to detect the spirit of a 9 circle warlock.
The War Mage, who was dispatched from the Dark Moon, bluntly spoke to Luke, who kept looking at him.
“Our commander is waiting. Please enter.”
Luke stepped into the barracks.
The commander barracks was large and ornate, almost like a castle itself. The commander was with his staff.
In addition, armed knights and War Mages were everywhere.
Among them were the Expert-level talented knights. The wizards were all more than 5 circle wizards, and the atmosphere inside the barracks was heavy.
‘Oh my, this is no joke,’ thought Philip.
Maybe that was how one would feel if they entered the dragon’s lair?
Unlike Philip, who was drenched in sweat, Luke was still cool and composed.
Luke looked at the man sitting on the other side of a long table.
Unexpectedly, he was wearing the robes of a wizard rather than military uniforms. However, the look in his eyes said that he was very capable.
‘At least a 7 circle,’ thought Luke.
What Luke knew was that there were many 7 circle wizards in the Volga Republic.
And only one of the 7 circle wizard was talented enough to lead an army.
‘It is Marquis Tyron, the Meister of Republican Magic Tower.’
Luke politely greeted him and looked at all the ones in the barracks.
“Luke de Rakan, the commander of the Fortress.”
“Please sit down.”
Luke sat down facing Tyron.
Then, a young apprentice wizard, who seemed to be the servants of Marquis Tayron, placed a steaming cup of tea in front of Luke.
“Thank you.”
‘Hu! Lord!’ Thought Luke.
Philip was surprised to see Luke drink the tea without any hesitation. It would be a big problem if the tea had been poisoned.
At the very same time, Tyron, who was holding his cup of tea, took a sip and asked,
“Didn’t it occur to you that it could have been poisoned?”
“If I had that in mind, wouldn’t my neck be slashed already the moment I entered the camp. And does a commander of such a large army resort on such a petty trick to take me down?” Said Luke
“Indeed…”
Tyron put down his cup and smiled.
“My staff did ask me to kill you,” Tyron said.
“My subordinates too have told me to cut the neck of the commander.”
At the words of Luke, the knights of the Republic drew their swords right away.
However, their actions were stopped by Tyron’s hand.
Marquis Tyron looked at Luke once again and asked,
“So what’s your reason for coming here?”
“I want you to stop the attack,” answered Luke.
Tyron was deeply impressed with the confidence in Luke’s words.
“That isn’t possible. I was ordered by my President to occupy the Torlot Fortress,” responded Tyron.
“Then, pretend like you’re attacking,” told Luke
“Pretend like attacking? Look here, young man. The war cost of our Republic army comes from the blood of the people. You expect me to just throw the blood and sweat of the people in vain?”
“Wouldn’t that be better than letting the blood of the soldiers flow like a river? I will surrender anyway,” said Luke.
“What, what?”
Tyron was so shocked that he almost spilled his tea.