I Killed the Demon King. It Was a Mistake. Chapter 120

I Killed the Demon King. It was a mistake.

Chapter 120

Sean handed the pamphlet to Messio and the knights, saying,

“Ahem! From now on, I will begin explaining the Knight Town project!”

Messio and the knights all looked back and forth between the pamphlet and Sean with curious eyes.

“Knight Town literally means a neighborhood where knights live, and it’s a planned city project being promoted by Lord Caesar and Councilman Harrison.”

“Lord Caesar was disappointed that many knights come to Sapentia to create or receive potions, but they have neither a proper place to stay nor to train. Therefore, he wants to create a systematically equipped city with various facilities needed by knights, such as hotels, training grounds, or stables for those visiting Homigraph.”

Caesar, through Harrison, looked up statistics on how many knights come to Homigraph and Sapentia.

Upon investigation, it was found that knights come and go about 50,000 per year.

The number of knights throughout the imperial kingdom is around 300,000, and nationwide, it’s about 400,000 to 500,000.

This meant about one-tenth of them visit periodically each year.

But why did Caesar hardly see any knights?

Knights stayed in Homigraph for at most one day.

At most, they would not stay more than two days.

The reason knights visit Homigraph is very simple: to buy artifacts, potions, or beast riders at the magic tower in Sapentia.

Messio, hearing Sean’s explanation, nodded.

“Come to think of it, I also only stopped by the magic tower to buy stimulants and potions for my horses and never stayed more than a day.”

“Therefore, if knights can gather in Homigraph with proper infrastructure to train, rest, and meet, I believe Homigraph can develop even further.”

Of course, that’s half-true, but the reality is different.

The ‘Knight Town’ project was a trick Caesar used to receive funding for establishing a knight order from Homigraph and the Arch Duke.

Because in the middle of Knight Town, Caesar’s knight order’s training ground, new mansion, and various auxiliary facilities are planned to be built.

Isn’t there something similar in Korea?

When a large corporation’s factory is to be located somewhere, from National Assembly members to various municipal officials rush to lay asphalt around the factory, build apartments, and install various convenience facilities.

It’s similar to that.

Of course, it’s much more corrupt and reeks of foul play, but no one points a finger at Caesar.

If they don’t like it, they can fight.

Currently in Homigraph, except for the Arch Duke, no one has higher prestige than Caesar.

Moreover, in the current imperial nation where bandits line every road, citizens will feel positively about knights coming.

“Did you understand?”

“Yes. So when will the stables and training grounds be completed?”

Messio, his character is definitely clear.

Understanding or whatever, the horses are more important?

“The stables will be built the fastest. Since Gavin, whom you love, is participating in this project, it will be completed soon. It will probably take about fifteen days.”

“Yes. Understood.”

In fact, Caesar was rushing to build it because the temporary site he provided was close to his house, and horse manure smell was gradually seeping into his training ground and house.

If he had known the horse smell would be this severe, he would have placed it as far away as possible.

Damn it.

“Anyway, understand that, and recommend anyone you want to recruit to the knight order. Got it?”

Messio and the knights nodded.

“Yes. Understood.”

***

Peaceful times always passed quickly.

At the peak of spring, when forsythias were withering and cherry blossoms were beginning to burst into bloom.

Caesar walked across the red carpet covered with fallen cherry blossoms.

On both sides, the Blue Star Wizard Corps, the royal guard wizards of the Arch Duke, were wearing ceremonial attire and creating a fence with shield magic.

“Long live Sir Caesar!”

“Hey! Look in front of you!”

People were crowded together like rice cakes, standing on tiptoes beyond the fence to catch even one more glimpse of Caesar.

Some children looked at Caesar from their parents’ shoulders.

Why were so many people gathered on a Monday morning when they should be working?

It was the day a new nobleman was born in the Wizard Province after 150 years.

And that person was Caesar, the ‘King of Homigraph’.

Caesar ascended the platform.

He had heard during a recent briefing about the anointing ceremony that traditionally, the Arch Duke would personally conduct noble investitures in front of the Grand Ark Library.

Caesar also decided to receive his noble title following that tradition.

The only difference was that it would be conducted in front of all citizens.

Although the tradition was for noble investiture ceremonies to be quiet and solemn, Caesar didn’t like that very much.

On my celebration day, shouldn’t the sky be noisy and boisterous?

Caesar looked at the three people standing before him.

They were standing in a line, all looking at Caesar from the same position.

The person on the far right was Laar, the Arch Duke.

In the center was the Crown Prince ‘Trika Goldmile’.

The last person on the far left was ‘Nathaniel Redfield‘, the eldest son of the Redfield Duke.

Caesar knelt on one knee.

“A knight without a master, Caesar Sylvatil, greets the honored creators of the Imperial Nation.”

In the history of the Imperial Nation, there were almost no cases where a nobleman was recognized by three families simultaneously.

There was no reason for a nobleman to serve three families at once, and legally, if one of the three conducted the anointing, one could automatically become a nobleman, so there was no need for the three to gather together.

If asked for a similar example, perhaps when Yan received the title of hero?

Therefore, the representatives of these three families gathering together was nothing short of proof of Caesar’s tremendous influence on the Imperial Kingdom.

The Arch Duke stepped forward first.

The Duke placed his staff on Caesar’s right shoulder.

“I bestow upon you the title of Viscount for the future of the Imperial Nation and the Arch Duke Family. That is all.”

People looked puzzled at the concise and plain declaration.

Without even a simple dialogue or question, he immediately conducted the anointing.

They must have felt something was strange.

But Caesar could understand completely.

How heated must they be about having to anoint a doppelganger as a nobleman.

They would not want to say more.

Next, Nathaniel stepped forward.

Being Mitchell’s older brother, his age was definitely showing.

He had a rich red beard, and wrinkles were beginning to appear around his eyes.

“O slayer of devils, father of orphans, spring wind for the poor, the crippled, and the broken! Will you swear allegiance before the symbol of the Redfield Duke Family, the red wings and red sword of the Imperial Nation?”

“Yes.”

Nathaniel placed his staff on Caesar’s left shoulder.

“I, Nathaniel Redfield, on behalf of the Redfield Duke, bestow upon you the title of Viscount. Strive for the future of the Imperial Nation and the Redfield Duke Family.”

As Nathaniel stepped back, Crown Prince Trika approached.

‘His face looks a bit thinner?’

Trika looked much better than when I saw him during the Demon Realm War.

That crazy guy who used to spend his days in battlefields chasing women seemed to have come to his senses after catching malaria and shitting bloody diarrhea.

Not just losing weight, but also gaining some muscle – health is indeed the top priority.

Trika opened his mouth in a majestic voice.

“Hear me, Caesar, the demon of demons, guardian of the Imperial Nation, the sharp axe of His Majesty the Emperor, and the refuge of wise citizens. Will you swear allegiance before the symbol of His Majesty, who looks down from the highest place to the lowest, and the Goldmile Imperial Family?”

“Yes.”

Trika placed his staff above Caesar’s head.

“I, Trika Goldmile, on behalf of Emperor Michael Goldmile, wish to bestow upon you the title of Viscount along with the family name ‘El Lindger’. Strive for the future of the Imperial Nation and the Goldmile Imperial Family.”

Caesar bowed his head once more deeply and answered in a loud voice.

“Yes! Your subject, Caesar El Lindger, swears to not stop his hands, feet, and eyes for His Majesty the Emperor, the Lord of Redfield Duke, and the Arch Duke.”

Caesar’s new family name.

‘El Lindger’ pleased him immensely.

In the language of wizards, it means ‘changeable’ or ‘chaotic’.

But when used as a family or place name, it means ‘rebellious’ or ‘unrestrained’.

It was like a summary of Caesar’s life, wasn’t it?

The Arch Duke had given him quite a good name.

Caesar turned around.

Over 10,000 people were looking at him.

Caesar couldn’t contain himself.

“Weeeeeeee!”

As Caesar’s loud cry spread, the crowd responded.

“Weeeeeeee!”

From today, I am a nobleman.

***

Caesar’s noble anointing party.

He would have liked to have a barbecue party in the garden, but he couldn’t soil the hands of the Crown Prince, so he held a high-class party.

“Thank you. Oh my, Thank you.”

Caesar kept bowing and receiving gifts and praises pouring from all directions, unable to straighten his back.

Most people attending here were nobles higher-ranked than Caesar.

While receiving congratulations for a while, he received a message from Sean.

“Please come to the reception room.”

Finally, it’s coming.

Caesar left the nobles to Sean and headed to the reception room.

In front of the reception room were Dawn Knights with swords drawn.

“I see Sir Hudson here again.”

He’s almost becoming a friend.

Whenever something is related to the Imperial Family, he almost always sees Hudson.

It seems Hudson is a key figure within the Dawn Knights.

Hudson bowed his head.

“Congratulations, Viscount El Lindger.”

“I’m still not used to the title of Viscount.”

“You should get used to it soon. I heard you’ve already formed a knight corps.”

“I’ve already completed the selection. Now we’re equipping specialized equipment and entering tactical training. We just need to head to the Demon Realm soon.”

“Regarding that matter, Prime Minister Hilos wishes to speak with you. I hear the situation in the Demon Realm is not very good.”

Could the situation get any worse?

Hearing Hudson say this makes me a bit nervous.

“Is Prime Minister Hilos inside?”

“No. Crown Prince and Lord Nathaniel are inside.”

Those two notorious scoundrels are here?

Moreover, in a large, soundproof room?

It was almost like saying a hellish bomb of pleasure awaited Caesar.

A shadow fell over Hudson’s face.

“…… I hope you come out as quickly as possible.”

Hudson knocked on the door and said,

“Viscount Caesar El Lindger wishes to see the Crown Prince.”

The door opened, and a wave of perfume and alcohol smell rushed out.

The scene inside was beyond debauchery, it was horrifying.

Women were almost naked, dancing, and men were sprawled on the floor, completely drunk.

There was even a slightly sweet smell mixed in, like something had been sprayed…..

Is it really okay to enter here?

Hudson and the Dawn Knights stood behind Caesar, blocking the scene from potentially leaking out with their bodies.

“Come in quickly, Viscount El Lindger.”

Crown Prince Trika staggered in, holding a wine bottle.

“Come and receive my cup. I want to see your loyalty.”

Right.

If this bastard’s personality had changed just because he’d gotten healthier, the world would have been destroyed long ago.

How could this guy resist alcohol and women at a party?

Caesar first took the cup and sat on the sofa.

“Come, sit here!”

Caesar received Trika’s drink.

Glug glug!

However, it seemed more alcohol was spilling out of the cup than going in.

The men and women sprawled on the floor rushed to lick up the spilled alcohol.

Watching this scene, his eyebrows naturally furrowed.

It felt like cockroaches were crawling at his feet.

He wanted to step on them.

“I have a personal debt of gratitude to you.”

Trika put his arm around Caesar’s shoulder.

“If it weren’t for the malaria medicine you sent through Miles’s, I would have already died. I wanted to officially express my gratitude, but those imperial dignity protocols or whatever prevented me from revealing it immediately.”

Caesar used psychometry.

-Damn bureaucratic bastards.

-They criticize me for everything.

-They won’t even let me say I’ll give him gold equivalent to my body weight… Tsk tsk.

Who are those guys?

The great and mighty Crown Prince.

Instead of cutting orc heads in the Demon Realm, I should cut those bastards’ necks right now.

“So, since you’re going to the Demon Realm to work for the Imperial kingdom, I’m willing to help you with anything. What do you need?”

The Crown Prince’s image suddenly improved.

He’s a bastard, but right now he’s a bastard who’s being favorable to Caesar and has high authority, right?

He seems like he’ll give anything if Caesar just asks, so let’s try pushing a bit.

“Women? Alcohol? Or do you need a new weapon?”

“Those seem too excessive for me….”

Caesar happened to want something.

“Can a general go into war without a horse?”

“Oh, A horse. Okay. What kind do you want? A white horse from the Hironeel region? Or a warhorse from the wilderness?”

A white horse? A warhorse?

They are indeed top-tier breeds from the continent.

But there’s one breed that’s even more superior.

“No. I want a horse different from those.”

I’ll show the Crown Prince my true ambition.

“If Your Highness would gift me a pegasus, I believe I could use it very effectively.”