He's in Love with the Devil.

Chapter 29: Natural Born Villains

In the words of the former Knight Templar, the king understood where the feud between the Rosebud family and the Holy Court came from.

How could a family that had once slain an evil dragon, a family so arrogant that it dared to build a kingdom on the bones of a giant dragon ...... How could a family that was practically synonymous with madness be willing to be shrouded under the Kingdom of God?

The kings of the Rose family don't need anyone to crown them, they were born to be the monarchs of Rogaland.

When people prayed to the gods for help, the gods did not extend their hands, the Rose family relied on their own strength to kill the evil dragon, then the glory of Rogaland has nothing to do with anything else.

A king needs to be crowned by the Holy Court. What kind of divine grace is that to the Rosebuds? What kind of honor is that to the Rosebuds?

It's a disgrace!

"It is ...... shame." The king whispered to himself, his pupils reflecting the white bones and roses before him, "This is glory!"

Something lurked beneath the undercurrents, they carried the smell of blood and rain, and the king saw their shadows.

The seemingly wild former Knight Commander of the Templars likewise watched the King.

He was the leader of those with special powers in the House of Rose, but he hadn't seen the king before. These men were just hiding in the darkness, as was their custom. Normally, they are not controlled by the king himself, but by someone who is absolutely loyal to him.

The king ruled the empire in the sun, and they defended his territory in the shadows.

Only a handful of Rogaland kings in history have personally controlled the sword in the shadows. The most recent was the king's father, William III.

The former Knight Commander of the Templars knew the Duke of Buckingham's deeper intentions in bringing him to the King.

The Duke of Buckingham intends to return the razor-sharp blade to the King now.

The former Knight Commander of the Templars wasn't sure if this was a good idea, since the last Rogaland monarch to clash most violently with theocracy, William III, had been buried in the earth for all eternity.

Well, what about the king?

Will the king make the same choice as his father?

"If they want to kill the ambition of the Rosebud family with the deaths of one or two generations, then they are really naive." The former Knight Templar answered the king's murmur, while waiting for his reply.

"I think there is something you should probably know."

The king gazed at him, his voice was not high, but underneath the calm tone lay a vein of determination.

"I don't intend to let anyone judge me."

The former Templar smiled.

In a hovering stream of air, the former Knight Commander of the Templars dropped to one knee toward the king, "Then ...... please draw your sword and accept the allegiance from your knights, Your Majesty."

"On behalf of all my companions."

The former Knight Commander of the Templars added.

The king drew the sword of state that hung on the wall, he stepped forward and placed it on his knight's shoulder.

"To the glory of the Rose."

The king said.

"For the glory of the rose."

The former Knight Commander of the Templars replied.

......

The air currents gradually subsided, the white bones reverted to the form of stone pillars, and those delicate roses reemerged as bas-reliefs coiled on them. The room was slightly disorganized, and from the surface alone, this was just an ordinary luxurious palace, and no one could have imagined how ghastly its spine was.

The sword-awarding ceremony, with only two people present, was completed.

The King returned to his seat, the former Knight Commander of the Templars a little more relaxed than at first.

"Now, let us discuss how to deal with the devil as you call him, it will take a little wisdom." The Knight Commander smiled, "Well ...... you know, don't you, subterfuge and intrigue is actually what we do best."

The king remembered, of course.

The Chanticleers didn't slay evil dragons with their god-given weapons like normal brave men, but rather relied on the wisdom and strength of mortals - of course, in other people's mouths that would be trickery and intrigue.

"Come on, let's set up a little game for Mr. Devil."

The king, who had always displayed "whatever it takes" to the fullest, laughed softly.

..................

It was a good night, and a happy event had come out of the blue.

The devil had disappeared after the king had set foot in the city of Metzl. After all, here towered the most glorious St. Wessex Cathedral in all of Rogaland, as well as the presence of that papal envoy the other day.

The devil had no intention of engaging in a head-on conflict with the Holy Court at this time.

This evening, however, he came from Hell in a hurry, so much of a hurry because he sensed that the King's breath was becoming weak and could die at any time. Today, there was still a part of Archduke Grice's private soldiers in Metzel City, so it was hard to guarantee that one or two guys with a death wish didn't assassinate the king during the cleansing.

After the devil felt this, he hurried over.

To know, Metzl city has the existence of St. Wessex Cathedral, he doesn't want to work hard for himself and in turn do the favor for the holy court, let those damned clergy do the dying baptism for the king, that would be too bad!

This time, the devil didn't bring his magnificent white bone carriage and acted in a very low-key manner.

He melted in the shadows and passed through a wall noiselessly, avoiding some guards hidden in the darkness to arrive at the Rosebud Palace. Seeing the majestic Rosebud Palace in the middle of the night, the devil was somewhat emotional.

He had last come here on the night of St. Val more than ten years ago.

That damned William III deserved to be the conspirator and ambitious of the Rosebud family, if it wasn't for William III's cunning, he should have taken His Majesty's soul as he wished more than ten years ago.

Without alerting the guards of the Rosebud Palace, the devil entered the palace silently. He traveled through a long corridor, where he became cautious and did not go straight through the walls. He strolled along, looking around at a pillar that went straight upwards with a few moments of regret.

These dragon bones were more of a deterrent than a formation, but it was a pity that human alchemy still hadn't reached the extreme and failed to bring out the full power of the dragon bones.

Otherwise a castle would be a terrifying military machine.

He searched for the king's scent and arrived at the room belonging to the king in the Rose Palace.

The king's breath was just behind the door, very faint, and standing outside the door he was able to hear the king arguing with the Duke of Buckingham. The Duke of Buckingham demanded that the King receive immediate medical attention, while the King argued that the loyalty of the doctors in Metzel City was difficult to determine these days, and that if word of his serious injury spread, the situation would be in turmoil once again.

Standing in front of the door to his room, the devil straightened his collar.

After some thought, he manifested a large bouquet of red roses. After doing so, the devil reached out and touched the closed door of the room.

Like a tidal wave, the black mist penetrated through the cracks of the door, avoiding the rosebuds. After waiting for a few moments, the sound of arguing in the room diminished, followed by complete silence.

Pleasantly tempted to hum a little tune, the devil held the red roses and pushed the door open.

The Duke of Buckingham, clad in a red cloak, was crouching beside the king's reclining bed, where his beautiful majesty lay in silence, and the cold moonlight slanting through the window shone on the king's face, pale as paper.

"My dear sire."

The devil walked briskly across the carpet, painted with dragons and roses, and approached the king, who had a faint odor of blood in the air, and who was wrapped in gauze that showed through the color of blood.

"See, didn't I tell you? You were born to belong in hell."

The devil gave a triumphant smile as he stepped closer. However, learning from the experience of the last time, the devil did not reach out to touch the king, but rather, like a most loyal servant, he stood still in front of the king's bed and waited.

"Follow me ......."

The devil's joyful words came to an abrupt end.

For the king suddenly opened his eyes.

"What are you doing here? Mr. Devil." The king's icy blue eyes were so clear and overly bright that the moonlight falling underneath those eyes was like a knife lurking.

"Ah, I've come to say goodnight to Your Majesty."

The devil's smile disappeared as he realized what was going on and immediately covered himself.

"Am I disturbing you? I'll leave now."

With that, the devil immediately drew himself up and attempted to go out.

"Why leave when you've come."

A second voice rang out, and the "Duke of Buckingham" who was crouching next to him leapt up, wearing the same scarlet cloak as the Duke of Buckingham, and with the signature silver hair of the Rose family, he was also very good at disguising his voice.

Almost at the moment he leapt up, the carpet of dragons and roses under their feet exploded with brilliant light, the airflow was even more violent than before, and all the pillars and beams in the room were once again transformed into white bones, and scarlet vines of roses roamed around the ground like snakes.

In just a few breaths, those rose vines wove a huge cage between the white bones.

The devil was being blocked in it.

"This is a brilliant way for you to unload the demon, my good sire."

The devil lamented out, he saw the faint golden light still on those rose vines, and immediately guessed what the smell of blood in the air was for.

The king had used his own blood to awaken the Rosebud Palace, and had disguised the smell of blood as if he had been injured.

"Compared to your fall from grace, it seems inadequate."

The king sat up, unwrapped the gauze from his body, and threw it to the ground. The wound on his hand had already healed, and those gauzes were used to blind the devil.

"Good-bye, Mr. Devil."

The king stood outside the cage and put on his outer robes as he smiled and said goodbye to the devil.

The former Knight Commander of the Templars raised an odd sterling silver longsword in his hand, about to plunge it into the ground.

"Wait!"

The devil immediately raised his hand.

"The Black Death! Your Majesty!"

Unloading is a regular behavior of rulers.

Then, of course, the donkey had to be rushed before the millstone was unloaded, so that it could be seen that there was still flour to be ground over there.

The devil knows it very well, don't expect his majesty to have any mercy, better hurry up and show his utilization, otherwise he is afraid that he is going to be very wretched today.

Black Death.

These three words represent the scythe of medieval nightmares.

With a gesture from the king, the former Knight Commander of the Templars' longsword stopped in mid-air.

The spell stopped.

"Tell me about the Black Death you speak of."

The king scrutinized the devil.

"You look greatly inclined to wait for me to finish and let the gentleman do it; is that so, my dear sire?"

The Devil asked affectionately as he peered at every change in the King's demeanor.

"Should I commend you for your keen senses?"

The king said regretfully.

"You are a born villain."

The devil sincerely exclaimed.

See how smoothly his dear sire did this all out squeezing of other people's utilization value use it up and throw it away ...... It's so hellish, so World of Darkness.

"Need I say thanks for the appreciation?"

The king asked calmly, unperturbed by the devil's description.

"If you wish ...... but for my own good, your majesty's thanks are still slightly reserved?" The Devil looked to the former Templar, "Your Majesty, may I ask this gentleman over here to put that precious sword away for a moment? It wouldn't be good for a thousand year old antique to bump into it."

The former Templar looked solicitously at the king.

The king nodded.

A very sorry look.

..............................

The Duke of Buckingham stood in front of the Northwest Black Tower while the Devil talked to the King.

The guards opened the tower doors.

This time the Duke of Buckingham didn't hear the song, and the Mad Queen was much calmer than last time.

The Duke of Buckingham stepped inside and saw the tousled woman sitting quietly in the middle of the Black Tower with her back to him. In the cold black tower, dim candlelight shines out of her, years of madness destroyed the woman who was so gorgeous, but her thin and bony back is still straight, clearly revealing the consistent strength.

This makes the Duke of Buckingham always have hope that she can get well.

"Eleanor."

The Duke looked at the Mad Queen.

"Pullan is not dead, he is back, you need not worry. He took back the throne ...... he will be the pride of the Rosebud family."

No matter what, the Mad Queen was always the King's mother, and the Duke of Buckingham felt it was his duty to tell her about the King.

At the same time, it was also the hope that the news could make her gradually get better.

The Mad Queen was silent for a long time.

Just as the Duke of Buckingham was about to leave as usual, she suddenly spoke quietly, "I want to see him once."

This was the first time she had spoken calmly.

It was like she had come to her senses.

But the Duke of Buckingham was in a dilemma about her request. He could not be sure that the mad queen who had lost her mind would not harm the king.

"Don't worry about me hurting him." The Queen sensed his hesitation, she turned her back to the Duke of Buckingham and tilted her head, her voice hoarse and swallowing anger, "No one in this world loves him more than me! He is my child! My child!!!"

"If you're worried, then arrange for him to pass through here and I'll just see him from afar. Let me see him!"

The Queen's voice was stern again, oozing with the strength of a spoken word.

She was originally the mighty Iron Queen.

"Good."

The Duke of Buckingham finally agreed.

O ancestor of the Rose family, please bless her to finally get well.

The Duke of Buckingham left, and once again the Mad Queen was left alone in the Tower, the candle flame swaying and falling onto her jagged, thin bones. She threw back her head and let out a loud laugh, "My child! Pullan! My child! My child ah ah ah ah!"

Blood, along with tears, rolled down her incredibly thin cheeks, those turquoise glasses filled with endless despair and murderous intent.

Her back was turned to the Duke of Buckingham, and where the Duke didn't see it, she held a piece of black iron in her hand, which was held in a death grip by an iron lock.

That was a small piece of black iron that was finally knocked down by countless iron lock collisions. This crazy queen who was able to guard the palace for her husband had sharpened it into an incredibly sharp and terrifying blade with the same tenacity that she wore armor and stood in the wind to die.

The Duke of Buckingham had underestimated the Mad Queen after all.

She spent more than ten years, little by little, hard to build a sharp blade!

Her fingers, which seemed to be nothing but bones, stroked the cold blade little by little, and the edge cut her fingers, blood falling down the smooth surface of the blade. She did not care.

The Queen hummed a soft lullaby melody lowly, as if going back to the time when the baby was just born and this warrior Queen of the Clanging Rose tenderly rocked her son's cradle.

Her child, her Pulran.

Let their carefully plotted divine grace be buried for her child!

The Mad Queen tilted her head back as blood dripped from the tip of her blade to the ground.

The light from the Black Tower fell from on high and enveloped her. Her eyes were empty as she sat on the cold ground like an indestructible statue.