Demon Tribe (8)
The main gate of the mansion was as open as ever. The driver quietly passed through the iron bars and went inside.
The Marquis of Wenson was surprised to see the red lady waiting at the front door of the mansion. She was still wearing a red veil.
The carriage was pulled up and the marquis and two men got off.
“Welcome, Marquis.”
He could feel the gaze over the veil sweeping the prophets behind the marquis. They were instructed to act as bodyguards, so they were stretching their shoulders and stretching their chests.
“You have to take another carriage from here.”
“Are you going with me?”
“I’ll guide you.”
The marquis’s carriage stopped in a remote place in the garden and another carriage approached. It was much smaller than the carriage that Marquis Wenson had brought, but it could accommodate four people.
Marquis Wenson, who sat alongside the ‘Red Lady’, glanced at her. In the meantime, he thought he hadn’t even seen what she looked like because he was distracted by black dresses and red veils.
Strangely, when he tried to think of her, he couldn’t think of anything other than that red veil. Even if she wore a veil, he would have seen the color of her hair.
Is it blond…?
The hair color seen over the veil seemed to be that. It was only strange that he recognized the color now.
The streets of the night were slowly fogging up. Their carriage was heading to a place close to the Imperial City, but on the other hand, it was also heading to a place outside the Imperial City.
Marquis Wenson also confirmed that she knew the secret passage to the palace.
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It was like they were losing consciousness. The two men hired by the Marquis of Wenson awoke first, and the Marquis was the last to wake up. So Marquis Wenson thought he was the only one sleeping.
Actually, all three of them fell asleep.
The carriage was parked before he knew it, and the driver who got off the carriage opened the door of the carriage. The coachman wore a black mask that seemed to appear in an opera play.
For some reason, he had chills, but he tried to erase his thoughts and got out of the carriage.
A ceremonial dagger given by a woman was hidden in his arms. The Marquis tried to relax, checking the touch over the hem of his clothes.
They were out on the outskirts of the city. He didn’t even know he left the city, but a carriage was standing under a huge cliff made of rock.
Next to the red lady, the driver raised a lamp. The Marquis shook his head after thinking whether the devil also needed a lamp.
He’s just a horseman. Not the devil.
They followed a small light into the path between the rocky cliffs. The Marquis looked back at the distant light of the Imperial City and measured the distance from here to there.
It was a distance that he could hardly reach on foot.
How do we get in there?
Before he knew it, the entrance to a huge cave was unfolding in front of them. It was in the dark, and the light of the lamp held by the driver was so weak that the entrance was barely visible.
The Red Lady and the coachman entered without hesitation, and the Marquis and the two men timidly followed the woman in.
It was just black inside, and he could only see the back of the woman and the lamp held by the coachman. The three chased with all their might not miss the light.
After the rough rocky road, a large space with a flat floor was revealed. The Marquis immediately recognized the existence of something engraved on the floor.
Is it magic?
At the gesture of the Red Lady, the Marquis, and two other men climbed onto the magic camp. The woman also seemed to be on top of the magic camp and pouring her magic.
It was the coachman who guided them to this point that didn’t follow. The coachman was only looking at them over the mask. However, the eyehole looked just black, so one of the two men shrugged his shoulders.
The red light engulfed them in an instant as if the magic had activated.
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Magic was invoked inside the palace. The wizards looking at the watch noticed the accident and reported it to their superiors, who confirmed its location.
An abandoned palace.
It was an abandoned palace located in the northwest of the imperial palace, which had the size of swallowing a city. The magician knew that there were times when a reaction like this would come from any part of the closed palace.
It was the tower where the second empress was trapped. The queen was a black wizard, sometimes using her own power to get out of the tower.
Whenever that happened, there was a sign that magic was invoked like this.
It won’t be a big deal.
It wasn’t repeated once or twice, but the wizard did it by the book. Immediately, the guards and knights guarding the abandoned palace were contacted to check the tower.
The tower where the Second Empress was trapped was managed by two people. One was a maid who took care of the queen and the other was a gatekeeper of the tower.
They said there was no problem, but the imperial knight led the soldiers up to the top floor of the tower.
The second empress, chained, was sleeping on the floor on the top floor of the tower. It was a floor without a single straw, but after more than a decade, she must have gotten used to it.
The Knights opened the door, checked inside, and turned around.
They were meticulous and fierce.
The Second Queen, who had to wake up at their notice, was watching without any sign of displeasure.
The knights left the room after the search. The door closed with a thud, but the second queen could not fall asleep. It was because he knew that people would come on the day.
It’s not gonna be Emilia…
Recently, Emilia and Marquis Hassler have been cut off. The Second Empress was looking to see if something had happened to them.
In fact, it didn’t matter much if they appeared. They were useless.
The Red Lady… When will my wish come true?
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