12 – Tales of the Past: Charlotte de Gargantua – 2
Charlotte was surprisingly not well versed in swordsmanship.
You might say that he is a genius in terms of both business and martial arts, but at least that’s what he thought.
Magic is much more fun than swordsmanship. And the learning rate is fast. To Charlotte, she could do swordsmanship if she wanted to, but it was more of a girt that she didn’t want to do.
However, as befits the title of genius, his proficiency was exceptional. To the extent that he could imitate quite a few swordsmanships once he saw them.
It’s just that the body didn’t keep up with the head because of the limitations of physical ability. Even the movements that seemed perfect when holding a branch or a wooden sword would often cause him to struggle under the weight of only holding a real sword.
Even so, despite not knowing actual combat, thanks to her impeccable excellence in theory, Charlotte, on the contrary, was confident in evaluating how others wield their swords.
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Just by looking at the way a person wields a weapon, you can tell roughly how strong that person is.
‘… … What the hell is that?’
That’s why the way the boy in front of her fight was enough to embarrass her.
Do not dodge any attack. Receive an attack, and after the weapon is embedded in the body, in the moment before it is pulled out, it counterattacks and kills the enemy.
The weapon to block the attack was embedded in the body, so the opponent could not block it properly and was helpless. There was no swordsmanship for defense, only swordsmanship for attack.
And cuts or punctures regenerate in an instant. Whether an arm is cut off, a neck is stabbed, or a hole is pierced in the stomach. After a while, it was back to normal as if it had never happened.
Even though he had already allowed countless attacks from his enemies, the blood on the boy’s body was not his own.
“A person with regenerative powers? You must be crazy, but why is a guy like this here!”
“Cut it off! Cut off an arm or a leg at random! A stab is counterattacked!”
The knights changed their tactics immediately after two of them were beaten back. Those with regenerative abilities have a fast recovery speed, not excellent durability, and regeneration is not infinite.
At some point, there was bound to be a limit to that stamina.
Then, what to do now is to cut off the limbs and use up stamina for recovery. If the fight was dragged into a long-term battle and only led to a decrease in regenerative ability, there was a chance of winning.
The problem is that human bones are surprisingly difficult to cut, but no matter how rotten they are, the Royal Knights are the Royal Knights. The weapons wielded by the knights severed the boy’s limbs with ease.
Thirty limbs must have been cut off, the boy clicked his tongue after seeing the number of enemies that hadn’t decreased at all compared to a while ago.
“I don’t have much time, so can’t I just take it easy and die? Why are you so desperate?”
“Ha, I guess I’m a bit scared right now? But what can I do, it seems like your regenerative ability is at its limit.”
“I don’t think it’s possible, so look at the way you try to solve it with words. It’s just that there is less education.”
“What kind of idiot is going to attack us all alone? Huh? Did you want to be a hero?”
“Or did you come to eat the princess? Then why don’t you wait for your turn! I should have let you taste it!”
Haha, the laughter of the knights overlapped. Charlotte’s face was stained with despair.
Certainly, the boy’s swordsmanship, which left all defense to his regenerative abilities and only pursued attacks, was a very effective strategy considering the nature of real-time regeneration.
In fact, didn’t he kill two knights in the beginning?
The problem started after that. The regenerative ability is not infinite, and when the strategy was changed accordingly, the boy was helpless.
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Just looking at it now, limbs that used to regenerate within 1-2 seconds in the beginning were now taking up to 8 seconds to regenerate. It was evident that he had almost run out of stamina.
The knights must have noticed that fact and provoked it like that.
“Now then, shall we finish it soon? Don’t blame us even if we search?”
Starting with those words, the knights attacked in groups. The boy was the first to block the sword that struck vertically at his head, and avoid the sword that swung next to him.
Seeing how they were fighting with swords instead of just giving and regenerating them randomly like before, it seemed like they had almost lost their stamina, just like the knights said.
The limit came quickly. There are 4 attacking weapons, but 1 blocking weapon. The result was obvious.
The spear thrust forward with force pierced the boy’s chest and protruded backwards. Soon after, the sword pierced his heart, and the rest of his sword and spear pierced his body.
Anyone could see that it was over. The boy’s regenerative ability was almost exhausted, and even his heart was pierced. There seemed to be no way to recover from that situation.
Thinking so, Alexander looked back at Charlotte triumphantly and was about to pull out the weapon the knights had just inserted.
ㅡBoom!
With an intense explosion, the boy’s body exploded into pieces. Surprised, Alexander looked back at the place where the boy and the knight had just been entangled.
There were only scorched floors, shattered stone fragments, bloodied and wriggling knights with their bodies torn or twisted and their limbs missing.
It’s an explosive magic. It is also drawn on a scroll. Charlotte noticed that at once. It was clear that he had hidden the scroll somewhere in his body and then exploded it.
The regenerative capacity is also almost at the bottom. Could it be that he risked his life to commit suicide?
“why……?”
The boy’s regeneration began even before Charlotte’s doubts were dispelled.
The pieces of flesh scattered in all directions return to their original places, and one by one they take on a human shape. By the time the hand gripped the dropped sword again, it had completely regained its original shape.
even clothes.
uh? I heard a stupid sound that I don’t know who came out of his mouth.
“It seems they weren’t educated in vain. The strategy was good. Those with regenerative abilities should first get rid of the stamina to regenerate their bodies.”
Even though his whole body was scorched and bursting, the boy, who had survived and stuck his sword into a human who was wriggling on the floor and completely stopped its movement, pulled out his sword and added,
“But, it’s such an obvious strategy. Everyone got caught. Didn’t you think I deliberately slowed down the playback? This is why you need to know your enemies well.”
Slowed down on purpose? That is to say, the boy can control the rate at which his body regenerates,
It meant that even though he had regenerated his body like that, he still had a lot of stamina left. It was amazing. It’s not an exaggeration to say that it’s on a different level than normal regenerative abilities.
Furthermore, I had never heard of a regenerative person who could regenerate even the clothes on her body.
At that time, a figure covered in blood and soot stood up behind the boy. Blood was dripping from the wound and his leg was wobbly, which was a strange condition, but the spear was still clutched in his hand.
“This… you monster!”
Fu-wook, the spear pierced the boy’s chest.
But that was all.
The boy turned his head and glanced at the bloodied knight who was struggling with evil, and casually put his hand in front of his chest and grabbed the spear that had pierced his body.
And, I pulled out the window in front of me.
The boy pulled out the spear that had been pierced from behind, turned the spearhead half a turn so that the blade faced him again, and thrust it straight into the stomach.
The spear pierced two people simultaneously with the sound of meat being torn apart. However, only one person fell to the floor when the spear was pulled out.
The boy who had pierced his stomach with a spear was still standing there.
With a thump, as soon as the knight behind him fell down, Alexander hiik! He let out a shrill scream and desperately ran away with his overweight body into the castle.
Are you going after that human? I thought, but the boy unexpectedly walked towards Charlotte.
“Let’s get out of here quickly.”
“Who, who…?”
brother? or uncle? Charlotte, still not completely sure of the title, chose to drop it.
His face looked like a boy who hadn’t turned 20 yet, but since people with regenerative abilities say that the speed of aging is slow, there is a possibility that his actual age is much older.
“He’s the one to help you. The sound of the explosion will make others come. Hurry up.”
The boy took Charlotte into his arms. Charlotte obediently surrendered herself. At least, I was convinced that I wasn’t a bad person.
Several shouts were heard from far away. In the meantime, it seemed that Alexander had come with other knights. Or the other knights found Alexander. Either way it didn’t matter.
Fast walking became running, and running soon became sprinting. The boy ran for a long time with Charlotte in his arms without showing any signs of difficulty.
How much time had passed, since the sun had completely set and night had come, it must have been at least two hours. Soon after, as the running speed gradually decreased, Charlotte quietly opened her mouth.
“Where are you going now…?”
“The lodging. It’s probably not much better than the royal palace, but you should rest a bit. You just have to go a little longer. It’s not a carriage, it’s a bit uneasy for about two hours, but what can I do?”
“He, no, you, no, me…”
Seeing Charlotte struggling for a while to find a suitable title, the boy smiled.
“Call me anything. It’s been a while since I was old enough to care about titles. Oh, I don’t have a name, so I can’t answer anyway, so don’t ask.”
It’s been a long time since I’ve been worried about things like names? It was an expression of concern for some reason, but right now there was no time to wonder about such trivial things.
“Go, thank you. Then… are you on my side?”
“That’s right. And he’s the one who will always be by your side.”
“From now on, will it continue…?”
“okay.”
After that, the conversation ended again. It wasn’t until a long time after arriving at the lodging that the two opened up again.
The boy didn’t even come near him except when he brought meals to his room three times a day, probably thinking of the shock Charlotte would have received, and Charlotte didn’t bother talking to such a man first.
Three days passed like that.
After a brisk dinner, Charlotte washed her body with cold water, and looked sadly at the street where all the drunken guests who had been making a fuss around had disappeared and even the moon was obscured by rain clouds.
At first, it was an act without thinking, but now it has become a routine.
Not too long ago, I was looking out from the bed in the palace. In just a few days everything changed. The sky was gloomy as if it would rain at any moment, perhaps knowing how Charlotte felt.
Seeing that if she looked at it any longer, she thought she would start to shed tears again, so Charlotte hurriedly closed her eyes and turned her head away.
Now four days had passed. There must be nothing to do, Charlotte, who was staring blankly at the ceiling, raised her head at a thought that suddenly came to her mind.
My mother is dead, but my father is still alive. It won’t be fine, but I’m sure you’re still alive.
The happy delusion that bloomed after a very long time did not know how to stop. The absurd delusion that my brother might have ended up confining his father to prison.
It had been a long time since Charlotte had erased the obvious fact that the human who drugged and raped her own mother could not let her father live.
Charlotte spurned out of the room that way and went to the room of the boy who saved her and confessed that she wanted to go back to the palace.
The boy naturally objected, but persuasion was pointless for an 11-year-old boy who was consumed by vain delusions.
After countless conciliations, the boy who failed to change Charlotte’s mind sighed deeply.
The mouth is smiling but the eyes are not laughing. It was obvious what that meant.
I didn’t really believe that, it meant that it was just an act of escapism. If so, what kind of shock would you receive when you saw reality with your own two eyes?
“Ah, ah… aaa…!”
The cries of the cries were all drowned out by the sound of pouring rain as if a hole had been pierced in the sky. But Charlotte did not stop crying.
I felt like I would go crazy if I didn’t do that. cried and cried Even though my throat was hoarse and my eyes were swollen, I didn’t stop.
Seeing his parents hung at the end of a pole with their heads cut off, half decayed, was no easy feat.
No one paid any attention to the girl crying out loud, covered with a robe, from the crowd in front of the decapitated head and the heavy rain.
Because of that, I cried like crazy without raising my head. I wasn’t sure what I would do if I saw what my parents had become even once more.
A strong hand grabbed Charlotte as she staggered and tried to break through the crowd. Know. You’ve already been warned. don’t go forward I’m sure he’ll be monitoring my surroundings for at least two weeks.
Even if reason knew about it, instinct couldn’t allow it.
I wanted to at least close my eyes. I wanted to at least give him a proper burial by rectifying the body that had been thrown to the execution site naked without a single thread.
I’m sure if you leave the corpse there, it’ll be thrown away somewhere after it’s half decayed. And it won’t be long before it’s completely gone.
You won’t even be able to find an ointment for the remaining bone fragments after the flesh has rotted away. Knowing that cruel fact, Charlotte wept more sorrowfully.
As if replacing all other good-byes with one tear.
When Charlotte passed out after sobbing in the rain for several hours, when she woke up, her body was lying on the bed of the inn.
I cried so much that my eyes were sore, my throat was watery, and my body was numb. My forehead felt hot, probably because I caught a cold. It was a natural result after being in the rain for so long.
Charlotte spent two full days lying in bed like that. Tired of crying, I fell asleep, and when I woke up, I cried again.
How long has it been since then? The sound of the door slamming open made Charlotte instinctively alert, but she soon relaxed and threw herself into bed.
It was that boy. In his hands he was holding a tray and a steaming bowl containing something. It smelled like porridge.
“Have you calmed down?”
Dori dori, Charlotte shook her head. The boy laughed bitterly.
“What are you going to do now?”
“…”
So, what do I do now?
Charlotte stared blankly at the ceiling. There is no side to me in the world, my father and mother passed away brutally, and the future and dreams of succeeding to the throne and leading the kingdom to prosperity are all gone.
The reason Charlotte has not committed suicide until now is simply because her mother’s sacrifice would be meaningless if she died.
I wanted to open the window and jump out right now. I wanted to cut my wrist with a knife. I wanted to hang myself with a rope.
Now he wondered whether the woman Charlotte de Gargantua was of any value. How can you call an insignificant human without a single supporter a Gargantua?
… … On my side, no?
Charlotte, who had reached that point, blankly stared at the boy holding the bowl of porridge. That boy seemed to have something to say.
Only then did he recall the conversation he had had while escaping from the palace. The person who answered that he would be on my side for the rest of his life when asked if he was on his side.
“……there.”
Even the simple act of talking with my throat locked up took quite a bit of effort. Her voice was completely different from her usual Charlotte.
“why?”
“You’re really, really on my side? You’re never going to betray me, right?”
“I don’t know why you’re doing this all of a sudden, but I’ll have to say yes for now. Do you have anything to ask of me?”
“……Help.”
“yes?”
Charlotte’s eyes burned with a completely different emotion than before.
Yeah, it’s not that I don’t have one on my side. As long as there was at least one person, at least one person in this world who would stand by her side, she was Gargantua.
Charlotte de Gargantua.
The rightful heir to the throne and the rightful ruler of the kingdom.
“Please help me to regain the throne again.”
This boy must nod his head. Your request will be answered in the affirmative. because it’s on my side
Because there is only one on my side in this world. If this person didn’t help, who the hell would stand by Charlotte’s side?
And when the boy actually nodded, the emotion in Charlotte’s eyes burned even more fiercely.
“Of course I should help. I need you anyway.”
The moment she heard those words, Charlotte’s hands trembled with joy. I had to forcefully pull the corners of my mouth that were about to go up automatically.
The only person who supports me wants me. I also want the only person who supports me. Could there be a more perfect relationship than this?
In short, you can be sure that there is none. Because we have that perfect relationship.
Never to fall, and never to fall. such a perfect relationship.
It was exactly three years later that Charlotte reappeared in the palace.
Charlotte, who appeared alone in the sky over the palace, immediately covered the entire palace with a protective shield and burned all life within it. Except for one, her brother, Alexandre.
After throwing her older brother, who had been eating for three years and begging for his life with tears and runny nose on his knees, in a dungeon, Charlotte declared:
Charlotte de Gargantua is back. The only legitimate ruler of the kingdom is himself, and he will not allow any objection.
Sensing that Charlotte would not spare them, the nobles who followed Alexandre raised an army en masse, and it looked like civil war would break out, but the rebellion was suppressed too easily.
Because Charlotte stepped forward and wiped out those soldiers.
The aristocratic families who had lost all their military might were annihilated for three generations by mobilizing all kinds of horrific methods of execution.
Not only that, but those who were even a little connected to those families also couldn’t keep their heads in the same way.
Wherever he fled to the kingdom, it was meaningless in front of Charlotte’s magic, who had fully developed her talents.
There was no mercy for the king to extend to humans who were so benign that he thought they could rise up in rebellion.
Charlotte always wondered why. Apparently her father was a great king, so why almost all the nobles joined the rebellion. I was really curious.
And when I heard the answer, I couldn’t hide my collapse. The king was so gentle, so merciful that he seemed easygoing.
That was the only reason for the rebellion. I couldn’t stand the disgust. The kingdom was rotten from the very root. And Charlotte was the only cure.
If he seemed easy enough because of his mercy, he just needs to wash his blood with his blood. All you have to do is show pure cruelty without any mercy.
During the execution process, anyone who displeased Charlotte in the slightest was taken to the execution site, regardless of commoners or nobles.
The reasons were varied. Because I didn’t like the clothes, because I was standing there, because it bothered me to have children, and so on. The bloody winds that once hit the kingdom did not stop for a very long time.
The last thing Charlotte did after the bloody purges was to torture her brother, Alexandre de Gargantua, who was held in a dungeon, haggard.
Before starting the torture herself, Charlotte gave one last word to Alexandre.
Words to save me will never work, and I will make the words to please kill me come out of that filthy mouth.
Alexandre de Gargantua lasted seven years.
And the blood queen named Charlotte de Gargantua was born.
