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Hey, Plunder King?"

"Didn't that kid run away?"

"What! What's going on? The director said he took care of it!"

The members of the organization did not dare to attack him even when they heard the name of the Plunder King. This was because the actions of the Plunder King up until now were too intense.

Morvin and the organization's executives who came down to the first floor looked puzzled. It was clear that something was wrong.

Morvin thought for a moment and then said.

"I see, that's a fake. They're trying to scare us. They're trying to attack us here now that all the executives are gathered here."

He didn't believe at all that the Plunder King had appeared, because he thought that Claude, who was living with him, could not have made such a mistake.

"Those guys are fake! The Plunder King has already been kicked out! My brother kicked him out!"

The members of the organization gained strength again from Morvin's confident words.

They also know well about Claude and Morvin's relationship. They are sworn brothers with the governor of the territory. I heard that they even went to the bath together yesterday.

"Kill him!"

As Morvin shouted, the members of the organization rushed towards Giselle.

Jiselle lightly hit the back of the hand of one of the members who was rushing forward.

Phew!

Kwaaaaang!

The member of the organization flew through the wall.

"...?"

Everyone froze in place. It wasn't something just anyone could do to blow someone away with a single wave of the hand.

It means that they are people who live in a world of a different dimension from their own.

Whether or not the author was a real plunder king, he was not someone they could afford.

Breaking the heavy silence, Morvin asked Giselle in a trembling voice.

"You, what are you?"

"I told you he's the plunder king?"

"Hey, I heard you left the territory?"

"I'm back again."

Morvin continued to speak, stuttering, at Giselle's calm answer.

"You, you… … Do you know who I am, and come here now?"

"You know, you idiot."

"I, I have the General behind me. Mo, didn't you know? If you didn't know, then go back now. Me, me and the General are sworn brothers. We're sworn brothers!"

As he thought about his back, Morvin's speech became smoother, as if his confidence was growing.

"Yesterday, I ate with you, hyung! Huh? We even bathed together! Huh? I did it all! You little punk! So if you don't want to be killed by hyung, go back!"

"...."

Giselle couldn't bring herself to answer. Morvin spoke with spittle flying from his mouth, perhaps thinking that the other person was scared.

"If you go back now, I'll pretend not to know. If you need a place to work, I'll give you something suitable, so be satisfied with that. There's no point in fighting among ourselves anyway, right?"

Swish.

Jiselle ignored Morvin's words and took a step forward. Then Morvin became frightened and spoke to the executives around him.

"Hey, stop it! Stop that kid! I'll, I'll tell my brother and bring the knights!"

But the executives and members of the organization couldn't move rashly. Who could dare to attack such a monster?

Morvin spoke pleadingly.

"You idiots! If that bastard is the real plunder king, we're all dead! Don't you know that once that bastard catches you, he'll kill us all?"

Not all of them, but at least most of them are killed. The rumor is famous, so the eyes of the organization members are starting to get stronger.

If I'm going to die anyway, I might as well swing my sword and die. If I hold out somehow, Morvin will bring the knights.

All the members of the organization took out their weapons. Several of the executives pushed Morvin's back.

"Brother! Go to the general quickly! We will block this place!"

"Ugh! Thank you! I'll definitely bring the knights!"

It was a tearful sight. Morvin really ran towards the secret passage, wiping away his tears.

Until then, Jiselle was just watching with indifferent eyes.

The remaining executives shouted at the members of the organization.

"Hit!"

"Waaaaaaaaaah!"

Only when all the members of the organization came running did the knights behind Jiselle step forward.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

"Kwaaaaak!"

"These bad guys!"

"My brother will definitely avenge you!"

However, perhaps because they grew up in the underworld, they all attacked with evil and violence. However, as each knight struck them with a blow, their comrades died like flies, and the members of the organization quickly became terrified again.

"Ugh… … Monsters… … ."

"I can never win… … ."

"How am I supposed to survive against these guys… … ."

The criminals' spirit and loyalty ended here. They put down their weapons one by one and immediately knelt down.

"Please save me!"

"We just did what those bastards told us to do!"

"Actually, I am a good person!"

When all the members of the organization surrendered, the executives had no choice but to kneel down.

"Morvin, that bastard is a real bad bastard!"

"I was threatened too!"

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"I will live a good life from now on!"

Everyone bowed down before the Plunder King. The Plunder King nodded with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Take everything out here and send these guys to 'there.'"

At Jiselle's words, the knights came forward and beat up the members of the organization to exhaustion.

"Ugh!"

Each time they were hit, the members of the organization immediately fainted.

In this way, the leaders of Desmond's underworld were swept away in an instant.

"Gasp, gasp, gasp."

The organization collapsed, but Morvin still did not give up hope. He ran until his mouth smelled like honey.

The place he was headed to was none other than Yeongju Castle, because that was where the governor, Claude, resided.

"Stop!"

Morvin fell to the ground and shouted as the guards in front of the castle stopped him.

"General! Call the General immediately!"

"What, Inma? Is the General your friend? If you want to meet him, you can?"

As the guards looked dumbfounded, Morvin shouted in an evil voice.

"You little punks! I'm the General's little brother! Little brother!"

"...ah."

The guards also knew from rumors that Claude had become sworn brothers with the head of a criminal organization.

Anyway, he couldn't ignore him because he kept yelling at his younger brother. The guard had no choice but to go and report to Claude.

"What? Why is that kid here?"

Claude was shocked. What would happen if others found out and came all the way to a place like this?

'Did the lord go to sweep it away and miss it?'

Anyway, I couldn't just leave it like that. Claude said, waving his hand.

"Kick him out, kick him out. He's going to die anyway."

"I'm trying to do that, but it's not going to be easy. If I kick them out, they say they'll spread rumors about the General's secret."

"Is this kid crazy!"

Claude, who had been pretending to be innocent and upright, suddenly got up and went out, grumbling.

Morvin shouted happily as he saw him appearing with a large number of soldiers.

"Brother! Help me! The Plunder King is here right now… … ."

"Catch that kid! Quickly!"

"older brother?"

"You're here!

Claude shouted in a very authoritative voice. The soldiers and servants gathered slowly at the noise.

Claude, who was becoming anxious, started running wild.

"Take that kid to jail quickly!"

The soldiers first grabbed Morvin. Only then did Morvin realize that Claude was trying to strike him down.

He shouted, his face distorted like a demon's.

"Hey, you son of a bitch! I bribed you so much! How could you do this!"

"What? When did I ever take a bribe? I never did that! I'm clean and innocent."

"I have all the evidence! I even made the ledgers! My subordinates will spread it!"

"Shut up! It's all a setup! I never did that!"

The author, the general of a territory, was fighting with a criminal in front of people. Wendy was beside him, touching her forehead.

Morvin had no intention of dying alone. He shouted so that those around him could hear.

"What do you mean you never did that! When we were at war, you sent soldiers to help us! In return, you received jewels from me every week! Are you even human after doing that? Did you think I would die alone?"

Although he shouted confidently, people's reactions were lukewarm. Morvin looked around in confusion.

'What? Do you trust the Director so much? Do you really think he is upright and innocent?'

But it's not like they're looking at it closely. Everyone has an expression on their face as if to ask why I'm saying such an obvious thing.

'What, what is that? Who is that kid? He's the general? That's not right, is it?'

How can someone build a reputation like that? Why did the lord keep such a person alive until now? Morvin had no idea.

Claude said, brushing off his chest as the people remained unmoved.

"Huh, huh. Did you think people would believe such a lie? Take this guy away quickly!"

Morvin was dragged away with a resigned expression. Things that everyone knows cannot be secrets and weaknesses.

He lived like a frog in a well, ignorant. He lived so secretly that he did not know the ways of the world.

So much so that he didn't even know he had been photographed.

In this way, numerous criminal organizations in Desmond's territory were wiped out in an instant. Most of them were taken to the special training camp of the labor brigade without even knowing what was going on.

The people of Yeongji didn't really know that fact. They were just thankful that the guys who had been harassing them for a while no longer showed up.

With most of the criminals gone, the number of accidents and incidents has decreased significantly. The people of the territory, who received large amounts of food, are gradually starting to find stability.

"Don't you think security has improved a bit lately? I guess it's because a lot of soldiers have come over."

"Our lord is a good person, I think. He doesn't capture the people of the territory without permission and even shares food with them."

"That's why I'm telling you not to trust rumors. Where can you find a lord like this these days?"

"But why is the governor like that? I heard he took bribes from criminals. But I guess it's fortunate that he doesn't bother the people of the territory."

The praise for Giselle increased, while the evaluation of Claude fell further.

As the labor shock brigade was replenished and public sentiment quickly stabilized, Jisel did not hide his satisfaction. Stabilizing the occupied territory was the most important priority.

After finishing an important task, he gathered his followers together and said:

"Now let's start the next task."

* * *

When the news of Giselle's victory in the war came in, the atmosphere in the capital brightened. The nobles who had invested in Giselle's business and the nobles who were loyal to the prince were also happy.

Their victory brought about a clear reversal in the atmosphere in which the Duke was being pushed back.

However, the high-ranking nobles of the royalist faction could not simply rejoice at Giselle's victory.

"That… that duckling is that much? What? A knight archer? A 6th circle magician? The best swordsman in the North? Did you see it properly just now?"

Marquis Maurice Macquarie, Commander-in-Chief of the Royalist Army, asked the same question several times to Viscount Clifton, Commander-in-Chief of the Third Corps.

Each time, Viscount Clifton spoke with an expression that was completely unwavering.

"Yes, that is true. The Northern Commander has the strength to take on the position. Fenris is now the strongest in the North."

"...."

At those words, the pro-royalist nobles, including Maurice, were speechless.

Fenris is the strongest in the North. The little brat they saw at first has grown so fast. They just can't believe it.

Of course, there was Leipold, who was comparable to Desmond, but the royalist nobles didn't pay much attention to him.

Because I was sure that Amelia, a woman, would soon be ruined as the lord.

Amelia's victory over the Northern Alliance was not because she excelled in strategy and tactics, but because Leipold's army was originally strong and the northern lords were beggars.

Maurice opened his mouth with difficulty.

"Are we… … doing it right now? That duckling is the strongest in the North… … Is that right?"

They pushed him, but they didn't want him to grow to this extent. He was too big. He was already hard to control, so what would he be like now that he's become a great lord?

'What if this guy shows his teeth?'

Maurice chewed his lips in worry.

The other nobleman said, still laughing in disbelief.

"Didn't the Ferdium Army and the Kingdom Army help you? Isn't that why you won? You would never have won on your own."

"...."

No one answered that question.

That is not wrong. However, the activities of Giselle reported by Viscount Clifton were not at a level where it could be seen as simply receiving help.

What if the large force he had recruited had even completed training?

Then, he could have defeated Earl Desmond alone without any other support. In other words, Fenris could truly be called the strongest in the North.

The Marquis of Branford had a somewhat complicated expression on his face.

'Haha, that guy really won.'

As always, he's a guy who picks up people's livers and puts them down.

The Marquis of Branford was just as hard to believe as everyone else. But how could one not believe someone who had been directly involved in the war when he spoke with such confidence?

'I need to reorganize the information I've received before.'

There were many things I thought were just rumors and passed them over. Maybe they were all true.

Still, I felt good. As a sponsor, I couldn't feel bad when the guy I believed in and supported was going on to achieve such great success.

At that moment, Maurice hardened his expression and spoke to the Marquis of Branford.

"It seems too big. Shouldn't we press it down now?"

The other nobles nodded and added their opinions.

"It seems like it's growing too quickly. What we want is for Earl Fenris to keep the North in check, not for him to run wild."

"Isn't he a bit arrogant to begin with? He'll get out of control as time goes on."

"How about Your Majesty stopping your support and instead inducing the pro-Prince faction to help?"

The eyebrows of the Marquis of Branford, who had been listening quietly, twitched. He had been feeling happy, but he was pouring cold water on it with such a remark.

It was a great feat, but on the other hand, only one Earl of Desmond was defeated.

The Duke and his subordinate lords are still alive and well, so they are already trying to start a family feud. They are truly pitiful authors.

He spoke in a firm voice.

"No way. Never touch Earl Fenris."

"...."

"The Earl of Fenris will be a great help in the fight against the Duke. Remember, our enemy is the Duke."

The nobles kept their mouths shut because it was so resolute that not even a needle could be inserted.

Of course, the Marquis of Branford is not completely free of worries either. Uncontrolled allies can sometimes be more dangerous than enemies.

But if we kick out Giselle here, only the Duke will be doing something good.

"Don't forget your goal. It's not too late to think about Earl Fenris's problem after you've resolved the dukedom."

The nobles of the royalist faction nodded their heads helplessly. Of course, Maurice thought a little differently.

'Tsk, wasn't the civil war well suppressed even without Earl Fenris? Rather, it was that duckling who ran wild and caused more trouble. I'm sure he'll change his mind after a little while.'

After finishing his duties at the royal court, the Marquis of Branford returned and immediately summoned his butler and gave him an order.

"Release Count Forde."

Now that Giselle had won the war, there was no longer any need to suppress the ducal nobles in the capital.

Count Forde, who was brought in looking haggard, smiled with a look of resignation.

"I see that the Earl of Fenris has won, as I have been released."

"Go back, Count. I hope there won't be any more unpleasant incidents like this."

The Earl of Forwood responded in a weak voice to the Marquis of Branford's words.

"Your Majesty, you made a mistake. You should not have helped Earl Fenris."

"What do you mean?"

Count Forde continued speaking with a look of resignation.

"With Earl Desmond out of the picture, there will eventually be civil war."

"It is a well-known fact that the Duke is after the kingdom. We are suppressing that civil war."

"No, no. Your Majesty does not know yet."

The Marquis of Branford looked displeased at the tone of voice that seemed to suggest a warning.

"What are you talking about?"

"It is not the royalists who are suppressing the civil war, but the Duke's Viscount Joseph."

"Count Joseph?"

What kind of civil war was being suppressed by someone so merciless that he was called the 'crippled devil'?

Count Forde said with a feeble smile.

"He is a reasonable man. We really wanted to shed as little blood as possible. It was Viscount Joseph who convinced His Highness the Duke to do so."

"...."

"Have you forgotten who His Highness the Duke is?"

"...."

"Now the kingdom will be filled with blood."

Count Forde lowered his head, as if he really did not want that.