Although Adri had opened the path, it was by no means smooth.


    From the perspective of the necromancer duke, our existence was something we should never get too close to.


    He was trying every trick to block us, weaving the pce into various traps.


    So, we smashed them. Everything in our way was destroyed.


    “It’ll take decades to restore the pce!”


    “It’s a miracle it hasn’t copsed!”@@novelbin@@


    The necromancers attacking us were suppressed by the shouts of the ancestors and Adri’s necromancy. The knights, enchanted by dark magic, were subdued by the clergy. And then...


    “We can’t go!”


    Just like in the game, the knightmander, who had been captured with great effort, could not be saved even by the saint’s purification.


    “Why can’t we go? This will be my castle.”


    “The second prince, we’ve told you several times. Please maintain your decorum.”


    The second prince and the second queen blocked our way.


    “Ugh. Sorry, mother. I’m just not used to it.”


    “Not mother, but second queen. She will one day be the queen, so please.”


    “Shut up! Fool!”


    “…This man has always been without dignity. Well, it’s fine. I’ve been wanting to beat him once anyway.”


    “Mother?”


    “Cecil. Grab your weapon. We’ll proceed in the Bedfer style.”


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