Synthetic Survivor: Machine Age - Chapter 120

“Fuck,” a sweaty Count Drian was sat on his throne. Both hands over his face, both elbows on his thɨġhs.

In his throne room laid the bodies of the knights that were supposed to guard him. But the moment they heard of the rebellion that had begun outside of this castle, they drew their swords and tried to take down lady Anne and seize the count.

But Lady Anne was a knight, although she was a disavowed knight from the Empire’s Knighthood, she was still a formidable paladin.

But Lady Anne, despite her strength and time in the Empire’s Knighthood, did not, for the love of all things knightly, have good common sense.

Instead of trying to break their way out through one of the tunnels, she thought that making a stand and defeating the leaders of the rebellion would allow them to get back into power.

But, she forgot that she was going up against William and his new liege. But she did not believe that there was a new liege, instead, she thought it was a farce made by William to fuel rebellion so that he could crown himself king over the surrounding land.

She was smug. Thinking that she could easily defeat William because she was paladin and that William was a mere knight commander.

She wouldn’t need to fantasize her battle with William for long because the castle’s gates had been breached and William’s detachment was now running rampant all over the halls.

Screams erupted all over the castle’s halls as most of the noblemen’s retainers rebelled and blood was being shed.

But One needed the nobles alive to be judged and so, ordered the detachment to stop the violence and capture the nobles.

William was now the only person coming with One to face the Count and his mistress in the throne room.

The Door that lead to the throne room was large and several bodies laid on the floor around it.

They were the knights that did not rebel but were killed by their allies by surprise.

One placed his right palm over the door and began counting from 10.

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He blew the door open. Breaking the door into many large pieces.

The Count flew from his throne and hide behind it. Lady Anne drew her sword emblazoned with gold and magic crystals.

“Hello there, Count Drian and Lady Anne,” Two figures emerged from the smoke. William and a man in black that stood beside him whose eyes glowed through the cloud of dust.

Right there and then, Lady Anne was taken by surprise that there was indeed a man in black to whom William and half of the garrison had sworn their allegiance to.

“So it was you,” Anne said. Pointing her sword at One.

“Oh yes, yes, it was me, my dear,” One said mockingly.

“And you, you traitor,” Anne pointed at William.

William frowned, drew his sword and threw his shield away.

“Milord, please let me fight this whore,” William asked.

“Oh?” One looked at them both.

After calculating his chances of winning, One decided to let them fight it out. Besides, he could always step in the moment things went south for William.

“Very well,” One said, stepping to the side.

Lady Anne laughed.

“A mere knight commander going up against a paladin like me? Surely you jest,” Anne said.

“Do I look like a jester to you? What kind of paladin acts like a whore?” William retorted.

“Imbecile!” Anne charged at William.

William lunged forward and their swords met. William swung his from from the left with as much force as his body could exert while the paladin could bȧrėly block it.

She had underestimated William.

This also came as a surprise for Anne. She did not think that the mere iron sword could go against the sword of a paladin, made with the best iron and cast with gold.

One, on the other hand, had scanned Anne’s sword throughout the fight. The gold that was in her sword was what made her sword weaker than intended.

If her sword was made of pure iron that was improved by magic, then she would’ve easily had broken William’s sword by now but it had gold, gold wasn’t sturdy, at, all.

As Anne swung for William’s neck. William stepped backward and with quick thinking, kicked Anne in the torso with enough force to knock her out.

“Hm, a liver shot,” One said. Knowing the pain such a shot could cause.

Lady Anne and William were on par with each other but since Anne was too confident with her own skills, she failed to see through William’s attack.

But Anne wasn’t down just yet. She picked herself and stood but her body shriveled with pain.

The blow to the liver was painful but her pride being shattered overtook the pain she felt.

“Kya!!!!” She charged at William with everything she had left, this time, she had a trick up her sleeve.

Although Paladins couldn’t cast magic themselves once they were disavowed by their knighthood or order, they could still learn magic themselves that they could cast that could bypass the seal placed on them.

And Anne cast a magic circle under William’s feet that caused him to slip. William lost his balance and fell down.

And as Anne was about to strike her sword into William’s ċhėst, One appeared in front of her, faster than her eye could see.

“Wha-”

A large thud sounded and Lady Anne was sent flying to a wall. She crashed into the wall, causing it to crack, her armor shattered the moment she made impact and she fell dead on the floor.

When William regained his footing, he saw the motionless corpse of Anne lying on the floor near the wall where she was sent to.

A pool of blood surrounded her.

One had walked to the back of the throne only to find the Count knocked himself unconscious with his fear.

The rebelling forces outside were victorious. They stormed the castle and made their way to the throne room.

They saw William kneeling in the middle of the red carpet that was now dusty and torn.

Sitting on the throne was the man in black.

The knights and the mages, seeing William, put away their weapons and knelt before the man in black.

“We hereby swear our allegiance, to you,” William said.

One now had vassals of his own but he needed to complete his mission in its entirety.

He stood from his throne and announced.

“People of this Fortress City, on this day, remember this day, when the fist of tyranny was torn down and the banner of freedom and justice took its place!” He said.

“Aye!” The soldiers shouted.

“But don’t be misguided, I am merely a vassal of someone who will become your king,” One said.

This shocked the troops and William.

“But I know you know this man, he is a man of honor and justice, a man overflowing with kindness, a short man, but a fine man! A man who will bring you all the prosperity and the justice you all have yearned!”

William and the rest only knew of one man.

And that man, was not a man.

But a dwarf named, Wog.