Heavenly Inquisition Sword

Episode 1183. I thought stupidly for a moment.

Even after Celie disappeared, Fabian didn’t move from the spot for a while.

Hang the driver and the head of the port administration to put pressure on Benzel?

Of course, considering the tendencies of the great aristocrats, this is not surprising.

However, it is surprising that the northern nobles did not remove the gallows knowing they would return to the port.

That meant ‘it doesn’t matter if the northern nobles see it’.

It must have been an expression of confidence that he thought that the northern nobles ‘would not be involved’ or ‘not paying attention to the northern nobles’.

If it’s the former, it’s fortunate, but if it’s the latter, things get pretty twisted.

“That shouldn’t be the case…”

Fighting the Grand Duke of Knauf in the Empire was like an act of suicide.

Contrary to his concern, Fabian’s expression was not hopeless.

It is because of absolute trust in Viscount Elio Lagoa.

Fabian moved to the sea breeze tavern.

Returning to his original seat, Fabian glanced toward the window.

The relationship between Marquis Knauf and Viscount Helio Lagoa seemed quite close.

Looking at that alone, it didn’t seem like it would go wrong with Benzel’s problem.

He hesitated whether to tell Viscount Helio Lagoa what he had heard or not.

Considering the status of the Grand Duchess of Knauf, it was only right to pretend not to hear.

Moreover, it is strange that the northern nobles are involved in the issue of the Marquis Knauf’s woman.

Above all, Benzel and the northern nobles only met each other on the go.

“Whew! I don’t know.”

Fabian gulped down his beer.

When he was slightly drunk, Elio and Count Omar of Larva sat down.

Fabian asked, looking at Viscount Elio Lagoa with a red face.

“Are you done already?”

“I haven’t even started.”

“By the way, did the Marquis let you go?”

Fabian looked back to his window seat.

For some reason, Marquis Gosling Knauf and Count Keitha Coldwall were nowhere to be seen.

“My brother went out after hearing that there was a big fight between the staff of the special task force and the knight commander of the lord.”

“The staff of the task force and the captain of the knights of the lord are fighting? Is the captain’s liver swollen?”

“What is swollen? They both say they’re viscounts, so we can fight.”

“The Viscount of the Inspection Department cannot even touch the Count. isn’t it? Count?”

Then Count Larva Omar nodded.

“If you become a Viscount of the Imperial Inspection Department, even the great nobles will notice. It is true that the knight commander was wrong. Moreover, if the task force is being led by Marquis Knauf, there is nothing to think about.”

“You can fly up to the lord’s neck if you’re careful. Of course, the lord will take care of it before that.”

“Whee! Is that enough? Isn’t the special task force’s style amazing?”

Elio shook his head excitedly.

Still, the lord and the leader of the lord’s knights couldn’t even rub against the inspection department!

Now that I think about it, it seems that the masters of the imperial family were similar to him even when they appeared in Gangho.

Fabian muttered involuntarily.

“I would have crawled on my own if I had become the leader of the knights… Why did the fight break out?”

Neither Elio nor Count Omar of Larva knew the inside story, so they listened with one ear and let it out.

The three of them enjoyed beer and snacks with a comfortable mind. I decided to take a day off at the port, so I’m definitely going to rest.

***

A tavern outside the port.

Two knights were standing in the center of the messy room, glaring at each other.

Viscount Camilo Kussman, Commander of the Knights of Boris, and Viscount Colin Mescal, Staff of the Task Force.

The two, who were beating each other, glared at each other as if they were going to catch and eat them.

Then the door opened and the Marquis Gosling Knauf and the Count Keitha Coldwall entered.

Viscount Camilo Kussmann and Viscount Colin Mescal hurriedly bowed to Marquis Gosling Knauf.

“Your Excellency, Marquis.”

Marquis Gosling Knauf, without being greeted, approached a table that was spread out like a wall and placed an order.

“A glass of Nero Joyce.”

“Yes yes.”

Nero Joyce is the most expensive alcoholic beverage sold in taverns.

The tavern owner hurriedly filled a clear glass with Nero Joyce and offered it to Marquis Knauf with both hands.

Marquis Gosling Knauf poured Nero Joyce, which was reputed to be poisonous, into his mouth, swallowed it in one gulp, and then turned towards the two of them.

“Why did you fight?”

Then Viscount Colin Mescal lowered his eyes and replied.

“It’s not a big deal. I just made a quick mistake while drinking while I was drunk.”

Marquis Gosling Knauf’s eyes turned to the knight commander.

“Does Viscount Kuzman agree with that?”

“yes. Stop drunk…”

“Since the special task force and knights are in the same area, there will be a lot of bumping into them. The more so, the commanders should set an example. The next time something like this happens again, regardless of rank, I will punish you. The staff will follow the task commander, and Viscount Kusman will remain.”

“yes.”

Viscount Colin Mezcal nodded and went out with the task force’s commander, Countess Keitha Coldwall.

The Marquis Gosling Knauf waved his hand at Viscount Camilo Kussman, who was left alone.

Viscount Camilo Kuzman hurried to the table.

Marquis Gosling Knauf turned across the table to the tavern owner.

“Leave two glasses of Nero Joyce and go.”

“yes.”

The tavern owner, Zek, left two glasses of Nero Joyce on the table and went out.

Marquis Gosling Knauf pushed a goblet in front of Viscount Camilo Kussman.

“Drink.”

“I’m sorry.”

Viscount Camilo Kuzman picked up the goblet with both hands.

said Marquis Gosling Knauf as he cautiously tipped his glass.

“Fisting with the staff of the special task force, that father and that daughter.”

“Cool! Cool!”

Surprised, Viscount Camilo Kuzman coughed repeatedly as he heard a rash.

“What are you so surprised about?”

“Ah, did you know?”

Viscount Camilo Kussman looked at the Marquis of Knauf.

Marquis Gosling Knauf replied with a nonchalant face.

“If you are talking about the relationship between Benzel and Sir, then yes.”

“Forgive me. It was not intentionally hidden.”

“I know. It seemed that only the lord knew. Am I right?”

“That’s right.”

“What do you think of me and Benzel dating?”

“I think it is an honor for the family. We are actively in favor of it.”

“Who does Benzel’s stubbornness resemble?”

“I’m sorry. The lord says I look like me… I’m not sure.”

“You know, but when you become a great nobility. There is no such thing as privacy. Even trivial words and actions can be interpreted as political.”

“yes.”

“My relationship with Benzel is bound to be political. The great nobles who covet the position of the Grand Duke of Knauf will have to make it that way.”

“…”

Viscount Camilo Kussman nodded as if agreeing.

The Empire is not limited to the Grand Duke of Knauf.

There were also many prestigious families who thought they were as good as the Grand Duke of Knauf.

“In that sense, I apologize in advance to you. I am sorry.”

“yes?”

Viscount Camilo Kussman narrowed his eyes.

He did not know why the Marquis of Knauf was apologizing to him.

Then Marquis Gosling Knauf spoke as if explaining.

“I cannot lose this fight. No matter what, you have to take the benzel. Benzel refuses so stubbornly… that maybe the day will come when he will risk his life and threaten you.”

In an instant, a dry saliva went through the throat of Viscount Camilo Kuzman, saying ‘gulp!’.

It was an obvious threat.

To say it was political was just a justification.

“Your Excellency, Marquis. I am sincerely rooting for Your Excellency the Marquis.”

“Don’t get me wrong. I just need an effective means to pressure Benzel. I hope that you are worthy of Sir Benzel.”

“….”

Viscount Camilo Kussman looked at the Marquis Knauf with a dismayed face.

He wondered why the task force had not yet withdrawn from the gallows, but could it be that he had left himself to be hanged?

“Whoops! It’s a startling joke. No matter how much I try to get out of it, you’re going to hang the father of the girl you like?”

“That can’t be.”

“Convince Benzel. Unless you want to make me that person.”

Marquis Gosling Knauf took a bite of Nero Joyce and walked away.

***

Next day.

After breakfast, Elio went for a leisurely walk on the beach.

After walking along the beach for a long time, he hesitated.

At the edge of a cliff in the distance, a woman stood precariously—as if she were about to jump.

“huh? Benzel?”

Her expression looked so desperate that Elio approached the cliff unwittingly.

“It’s good weather for jumping, isn’t it?”

Hearing the man’s voice from behind, Benzel slowly turned around.

Viscount Elio Lagoa, a northern aristocrat, stood there with an embarrassed face.

A bitter smile spread across her face.

“Is there such a weather?”

“Don’t be without it. There are knights in the harbor, but why are you here alone and not with them? Are you being bullied by the Knights?”

Benzel stared blankly at Viscount Elio Lagoa.

Do you know and laugh at me? Or do you really not know?

Recalling the close relationship between him and the Marquis Knauf, she thought it was the former.

“Don’t be so sarcastic. If you have something to say, just say it.”

Elio tilted his head at her somewhat cold tone.

I don’t know why I’m so upset with one sound because I’m nervous.

“Is Sir Benzel really that picky?”

“Is it really like that? you’re welcome. High nobility wants my body. I refused it, so I’m killing the people around me one by one. How would you feel if you were like the Viscount?”

“Who are you talking about?”

“That, of course, is my story. Are you asking because you really don’t know?”

Then Elio said with an absurd face.

“I don’t know, so I ask. You are very suspicious.”

When Viscount Elio Lagoa looked like he really didn’t know, Benzel hurriedly lowered his head.

“sorry. Too bad things have been going on lately, so I was a little impatient.”

“it’s okay. While taking a walk, I saw a person I knew standing there with a face that looked like he was about to commit suicide. What is asking for a body and what is killing people?”

Benzel looked up and saw Viscount Elio Lagoa.

A hope was born.

But that feeling soon disappeared like snow.

This is because the opponent is a northern aristocrat who is the younger brother of the Marquis of Knauf.

When she recalled the relationship between Viscount Elio Lagoa and Marquis Knauf, she couldn’t open her mouth easily.

Elio, who had been waiting, asked again.

“Why are you so lazy?”

Benzel’s lips, which had been tightly closed by Elio’s straining, opened.

“I rejected Marquis Knauf’s courtship not too long ago. Then, the task force got into a fight with a fellow knight and arrested him. And if you don’t accept Marquis Knauf’s courtship, I will hang that person…”

Benzel calmly confessed what had happened.

Elio’s face hardened at the words, “William, who was knighted, and Gibson Cannon, the port manager, were hanged.”

“Last night, the knight commander came to visit. The next turn will be you, so please help me. She begged me to become the Marquis’ woman. So, ‘Won’t it end when I die?’ I thought stupidly for a while.”