The Book Eating Magician - chapter-217
While the expedition was stowing away at Piris, there was a banquet in
the mansion of Duke Cornwall, who was the head of the nobles faction.
Anyone else would shake their heads at this.
This was a time when a battle over the throne of Soldun was going to
break out, yet he was holding a banquet? No matter how superior his side
was, victory and defeat couldn’t be known until the end. Duke Cornwall
was smart enough to know that much.
However, the biggest issue was that it was the guest who had wanted the
banquet. The crusader who came from Lairon had said his name was
‘Ruben.’ Then this paladin had gone on to demand luxurious treatment
without regards for virtue. He directly demanded young noble beauties and
the best wine from the warehouses. People naturally scattered in every
direction to avoid the paladin.
Regardless of whether Ruben knew it, his excesses didn’t stop.
“All this abundance is due to Lairon’s blessing, and this fact
shouldn’t be forgotten! Hahaha!”
Ruben had baron’s daughters in both of his arms, and he crossed his
legs casually with a smirk. Who would think that a paladin could be so
If it wasn’t for his shining sword and armor, he would’ve been a
bandit in the mountains. The daughters, who had been brought to this spot
without knowing anything, couldn’t budge when he touched their bodies.
Meanwhile, the paladin’s loud and vulgar laughter echoed throughout
Cornwall’s banquet hall.
In the midst of this, there was one person who felt the most
“I’m glad you are liking the banquet, Crusader Ruben.”
It was the number two of the Soldun Kingdom. The ambitious Duke Cornwall
was the one who wielded the most power after the king, and he coveted the
throne. Yet such a person was being humiliated like this? Even the
current king of Soldun, Elmore IV, couldn’t disparage Cornwall’s name
in public. There were fewer than five people who dared to not bow stiffly
to him. Regrettably, one of those people was the crusader in front of him.
“Oh, Duke! I didn’t know you would show such great hospitality to
“…Thank you for saying that.” Duke Cornwall didn’t know where to
look as he gritted his teeth and gripped the sides of his seat.
He was the one who would lose if he chased Ruben away. The duke had to be
patient, just a little more patient. He would act after obtaining the
Soldun crown. In the meantime, he had to put up with it, at least until
he took care of Prince Elsid.
Still, Duke Cornwall had some pride left, so he couldn’t help muttering
with some dissatisfaction, “I don’t doubt Sir Ruben’s dignity, but
it is okay to be drinking? You need to use that blade to cut the neck of
the Eastern person.”
“Cough.” Ruben dropped his cup onto the table like he felt upset and
then turned to Duke Cornwall. “Do you think that I can be defeated by
those who come from the land of barbarians?”
“That is impossible. Crusader Ruben, Lairon’s sword, will surely win.
I just want the process to be smooth.”
“Hrmm… Then I will forgive you. Duke, you have no idea.”
What didn’t he know? Duke Cornwall felt uncomfortable and looked at
Ruben. However, Ruben just picked up his alcohol glass and didn’t
explain any further. Alas, the atmosphere was colder than it had been
The nobles’ daughters almost screamed as Ruben’s hands squeezed, then
the pressure of a master class pressed down on the minds and bodies of
the people in the hall. Duke Cornwall’s eyes widened as he felt his
breathing clog up.
‘This is crazy…?’
He had deluded himself with his authority. This pressure was ridiculous
for Duke Cornwall, who had never learned magic or swordsmanship.
This year, the duke was 60 years old. Placing such pressure on an elderly
body could be life-threatening. If it lasted for one minute—no, 30
seconds, he would be killed by a heart attack before he could even wear a
crown. Duke Cornwall would’ve died if a third party hadn’t intervened.
The momentum of two masters resonated temporarily, causing the pressure
to disappear. Ruben’s eyes narrowed when he saw the phenomenon.
Crusaders were masters, so the only one who could offset his pressure was
Everyone’s gazes turned to one place. A knight in full plate mail was
leaning against the wall of the banquet hall. The knight’s face was
covered with a thick cloth, and he hadn’t said anything from start to
finish. He had stopped Ruben’s actions, but the knight had no intention
of coming forward.
“… What is this, imperial dog?”
The unidentified knight replied to Ruben, “Better than being a dog of
the church. Did you grow up like a horny bastard?”
“Ha, ha, ha.”
The momentum of the crusader and sword master tangled together in the
air, producing a gust of wind. Duke Cornwall couldn’t even think of
mediating between them, while the two beauties on both sides of Ruben
If two masters collided in such a narrow place, there would naturally be
casualties among them. Suddenly, the air of battle in Duke Cornwall’s
Fortunately, or unfortunately, the two masters lowered their momentum at
the same time. It would be different if they could overwhelm each other,
but their skills were about even. They realized that if they sincerely
fought, one of them would surely die.
“You are lucky, imperial dog.”
Unlike the angry Ruben, the imperial knight was calm, and he turned away
without answering. He completely ignored Ruben.
Duke Cornwall felt a strange pleasure at seeing Ruben being treated like
this, but on the other hand, this situation was very unpleasant. It was
the duke who had laid out this whole situation, yet he could control
neither the crusader nor the swordsman.
‘No, this humiliation won’t last long.’
Elmore IV was lying in bed, and he would die soon. Duke Cornwall had the
support of the Lairon Kingdom and the Andras Empire, so the prince who
had accepted the Eastern family would just become a stepping stone.
His ancestors had kneeled down to the royal family, and now Duke Cornwall
was one step away from his wish. He would restructure the royal family in
the name of Cornwall.
“It is starting now.”
Darkness filled Duke Cornwall’s eyes.
“It won’t be long until the crown enters my hands…” Duke Cornwall
murmured in a quiet voice which no one else in the banquet hall could
* * *
Exactly four days afterward…
Coincidentally, it was exactly three years after Elmore IV collapsed from
a serious illness. So, this was truly perfect. It hadn’t been because
of a poison, nor had there been assassins involved. In addition, it
hadn’t been because of a magic spell.
Then Elmore IV died on the dawn of the third year. The crowd rushed over,
and the doctor shook his head with a deep sigh. A black flag was flown
from the top of the palace in honor of the king’s death. Then everyone,
from the nobles to the poor, began to panic.
The royal family and the noble faction… The small nobles who didn’t
belong to either faction noticed that a spark was being lit between them.
Then the two forces moved at the same time.
“His Majesty has died! My contact in the royal palace has confirmed
that he has died from his illness!”
“Earl Halsun and 12 other nobles have reportedly returned to their
“Duke Cornwall had left the castle!”
The dozens of spies in each estate and the cities took action.
Elmore IV had died.
So, the forces belonging to the nobles faction moved, while the
prince’s side joined Baek Jongmyung. Information shouldn’t be
exchanged, but it poured out like a flood. Toward which direction should
they prepare and respond to?
In that part, the royal faction was one step ahead of the nobles. The
royal faction, led by Marquis Piris, moved quickly according to the plan
they’d devised at the strategy meeting a few days ago.
It was because Meltor’s commanders had a lot of practical experience.
Among them, one combat troop arrived at the border between the two forces
at the fastest speed.
* * *
[Vince Haidel’s unit, 332 troops. We have arrived at the border of Earl
[Bors Carter’s unit, 332 troops. We have arrived at the border of
Viscount Kerun’s estate.]
Orta, with 200 magic soldiers behind him, nodded at the reports of the
two commanders which came in through the communication magic ball.
“Okay. Magic soldiers, charge your magic power,” Orta said as he
gazed at the horizon with cool eyes.
Earl Halsun was in the west.
Marquis Reista was in the middle.
Viscount Kerun was in the east.
Those areas were inevitably the fiercest battlegrounds where the royal
and noble factions would face each other. Everyone would think so and
tighten up their positions thoroughly. They had to build up their defense
firmly before attacking the opponent. This was a law that was the essence
of the Central Continent, which focused on retaining what they had rather
than using a momentary explosive force.
‘It has long been considered antiquated in the North.’
This was shown in the difference in the composition of troops. Unlike the
Central area where general soldiers made up the majority, the North had a
number of elite troops such as magicians and magic soldiers. Their
explosive power couldn’t be blocked by high walls or thick gates. So,
the Northern tactic was that it was better to attack than defend.
It couldn’t be blamed on the incompetence of the nobles. Unlike the
Andras Empire which had experienced this crazy mobility, the Soldun
nobles were accustomed to the pace of normal armies. They couldn’t
imagine that infantry would move faster than cavalry, or that a hundred
troops could take down a castle.
The nobles tried their best, but the incomplete defensive line proved to
be a gap.
“…The rest is finished.” Orta looked at the magic soldiers and
raised his hand. “Follow behind me and use the circle formation. The
top priority is killing the knights and commanders.”
Despite his low voice, there was no one who couldn’t hear the
instructions. They pounded on their chest loudly before rotating their
circles. They were one to three magic circle users. It was awkward to
call them magicians since they had only learned a few secondary magic and
attack magic spells, and were primarily warriors.
However, the momentary burst of magic power caused the earth to shake.
Dust, smoke, and fires rose from the forts. Their approach had been
noticed, but at this point, it was already too late. With the desire for
victory and the determination to not allow defeat… Meltor’s elites
weren’t weak enough to be defeated by soldiers who had been drafted
without any pride.
“Go,” the magician in the white robe said shortly before he flew.
His goal was Marquis Reista’s estate. The sight of a lone magician
heading toward a fort seemed reckless, but the soldiers following him
knew it wasn’t.
Supreme Orta of the white tower, before he became the tower master.
His career had already been legendary even before the reign of Kurt III.
Orta had killed one of the empire’s Seven Swords, and he was a secret
agent and assassin who never failed in his operations. It wasn’t
uncommon for him to break a siege by himself.
A huge amount of magic power boiled over, and a few black spheres
appeared around Orta’s body. The spheres were so ominous that anyone in
the area could sense it, as they seemed to suck away at all light.
There were some magic soldiers who looked confused at what the spheres
would do. However, the veterans who had participated in the last war were
“No doubt! It is the Destruction Bead!”
Destruction Bead…? While the rest of the soldiers were confused, Orta
fired the black spheres at the estate. Was it an explosive type magic? Or
was it an attack magic that could penetrate steel?
Hundreds of eyes filled with anticipation as a total of eight spheres
struck the estate’s defenses. Then there was silence.
“What? Is it over?”
“Did he make a mistake?”
“No, you idiots! This…!”
Then at that moment…
“Spread.” Orta looked at the spheres evenly spaced around the gate
and then moved his fingers. It was a simple squeezing gesture.
The gate disappeared.
No, to be precise, a certain range of the gates centered around the
spheres had been ‘deleted.’ The estate’s gates which were made of
high quality cast iron and steel, and the walls which were made of solid
rock, as well as the soldiers who were pulling bowstrings, had all
vanished without a trace. A part of Reista Estate had been cut away
This was the power of the 7th Circle magic, ‘Clear Space.’
“W-What is this?”
“D-Demon! This is clearly a demon’s work!”
It wasn’t unreasonable to think like this after witnessing such a
sight. The commander and soldiers jumped from the walls or killed their
allies in an attempt to escape. Orta’s magic was unrealistic and gave
rise to fear which went beyond common sense.
This was literally hell.
Orta looked down at the frantic soldiers of Marquis Reista and declared,