Chapter 67.2: Emergency Call (2)

This was also an undeniable fact.

I killed him after taking away most of his physical abilities and then subduing him.

Each of the Lords responded to my answer.

The Wiseman and the Thunder Lord slowly furrowed their brows, and the Black Sea Empress and the Mad King smiled strangely as they did when I first entered, and the rest of the Lords did not show their emotions.

“Now that I’ve confirmed the facts, I’ll have to listen to the reason.”

The Overlord asked with a smile on her face.

“Seventh Lord, why did you kill the Sixth Lord?”

I shut my mouth for a moment and answered nothing.

Why did I kill the Sixth Lord?

This convening was happening so they could hear the reason for my actions, and to execute me if the reason was not reasonable.

So, I could say that whatever answer I would give would decide my life or death.

···But I cannot give a good reason.

It was natural.

Two human beings who would be nothing more than insignificant bugs of no value to them.

What if I answered I killed the Sixth Lord only to save them?

Of course, there was also a reason.

The fact that one sibling was the person who would kill the Sixth Lord in the future, and that the other would have died in the not too distant future if I hadn’t intervened, anyway.

But, of course, this was inexplicable.

Of course, an Overlord capable of distinguishing between truth and lies would know that my absurd reason was indeed the truth.

But what if that happened? Again, things would get complicated. If I openly revealed Rigon’s existence to the Overlord, one never knew what would happen.

[How about playing a game with me? I’ll spare your life. Instead, you will become the Seventh Lord of Calderic.

…Which could make the siblings unhappy again, who barely escaped from hell.

Giving out that information to the Overlord to escape this immediate crisis and save my life was not the worst, just a lesser evil.

So, I took a risk.

The best answer I could give her was this.

“It was for the best.”

“···Yes?”

The Overlord narrowed her brow slightly, as if she did not understand what I was saying.

“Killing the Sixth Lord, at least in my opinion, was the best thing. It was less detrimental to Calderic’s future.”

This was the truth without a lie.

The Sixth Lord, who would have died in the future anyway, just died a little earlier. And Rigon, who would have become a ghost in the future, had not fallen.

I didn’t know if this could be called an advantage for Calderic, but I didn’t think it was a loss, anyway.

The Overlord tilted her head with an expression of more incomprehension.

“So now, you want to say that the existence of the Sixth Lord was harmful to Calderic?”

“···”

“I’d like you to explain why you made such a judgment, Seventh Lord.”

“This is all I have to say.”

If I explained further here, I had to somehow reveal Rigon’s existence, so I said nothing more.

The Overlord let out a small sigh.

“Don’t you think you’re being too forceful? If you don’t give a proper reason, we can’t decide. If you keep going like that…”

“What is there to hear more?”

The Thunder Lord interrupted in a cold voice.

“Another Lord has killed a Lord. If it goes on, the order of Calderic will be shaken from the very core. Whatever the reason or how reasonable it may be, we must execute the Seventh Lord right here and correct this order.”

The Mad King opened her mouth.

“Hey, but you hated the Sixth Lord so much. To be honest, aren’t you still bearing a grudge because of what happened at the last meeting?”

“···Are you really joking about this situation?”

“Look, I think I was correct.”

She giggled and picked up the sword she had set aside.

“Still, I agree with the Second Lord’s opinion. The reason for the murder, whatever it was, doesn’t really matter.”

“That’s right, Overlord. He doesn’t even want to actively explain it, so don’t waste your time and just kill him.”

The Black Sea Empress also intervened and fluttered laughter as she flapped her wings.

I looked at the Overlord.

“Seventh Lord, I’ll give you one last chance.”

She said with a look on her face that something had cooled off.

“Tell me something that will change my mind or persuade me, or you will die here today.”

The tone was as if she had planned to execute me from the beginning, no matter what the reasons the Lords said.

I exhaled and folded my arms.

The Overlord was a ruthless but reasonable person.

By being reasonable, I meant she wasn’t the type to put her pride first.

So she decided to execute me here only because it was in Calderic’s advantage.

I dared to break the iron rule and kill a Lord? It’s not an emotional choice.

No matter how much she judged me as a talented person, I was someone who had just taken this position and I, in fact, still lacked credibility.

She must have judged that there was no merit enough to continue leaving the element of anxiety that shook the fundamental order of Calderic that had been maintained for hundreds of years.

So I thought.

If there was no benefit in saving me, she would imprint the damage I had done to the people here as a warning.

The Lords, who were seated around the round table, slowly raised their resolve and stared at me.

I glanced at them once and opened my mouth.

“If there is a battle, there will be no way for me to survive.”

This was true.

No matter how many abilities I acquired, I never thought about the possibility of surviving the joint attack of all the Lords, including the Overlord.

“But keep this in mind.”

Here, the Lords without shield-type abilities were the Fifth Lord – the Mad King, the Ninth Lord – the Giant King, and the Eight Lord – Black Sea Empress…

The number of space leaps in a row was three times, and blood magic.

In the limited space of the conference room, if I spread blood and spill blood in all directions, how well would the Lords respond?

I couldn’t know. Maybe I couldn’t hit even one, or I could hit more than I thought because of their carelessness.

In other words, no one knew what the outcome would be.

I might die in vain killing no one, or conversely, the Lords might be annihilated.

“Half of the people here.”

So, what I was saying now was not a bluff, but pure sincerity from an unpredictable future.

And the Overlord would know it.

“If you’re going to kill me, more than half of you must be prepared to die.”