Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 47: Oath Keeper - Duncan! (Additional update for Alliance Leader Frank Chiao)

Overcast and rainy.

The weather in the British Isles was indeed not very good. Just as the front line was stabilized, it rained for two or three days in a row.

A group of knights were hurrying along the muddy road.

"No."

"The stone roads built by the empire need to be repaired."

Duncan looked at the fortress in the distance, dismounted his horse, and said, "Let's take a break and avoid the rain."

There are no square roads in the British Isles.

In many places, there was only a dusty road. Better places had paved roads, but they hadn't been repaired in decades and were practically muddy. The strength of an empire can generally be gauged by its roads, and the Central Plains dynasties attached great importance to official road post stations.

Eight hundred miles in a hurry is a test of the road.

Clegane led the Sarmatian riders to guard Duncan. He looked at the sky and said, "My lord, we should be able to arrive before dark."

After saying that, he glanced at the people around him.

The Sarmatian riders immediately came with food and water to greet the others, mainly the guards who had sworn allegiance to Duke Dintagir.

Clegane said solemnly, "My lord."

"I have secretly contacted them, and many of them are willing to pledge their loyalty to you!"

Cold weather.

Add some clothes for the adults!
Clegane's meaning was very straightforward, that is, if Duncan wanted to seize the position of Duke of Dintagill, most people would support him.

Duncan can sit on the Duke's throne anytime he wants.

Duncan glanced at him calmly and said calmly, "I understand."

All decisions are his.

Although Cornwall is the Duke of Tintagel's hometown and there should be many people loyal to him, if Duncan really wants to seize the throne, no one can stop him.

A man becomes famous on the battlefield!
Duncan's military achievements and reputation are enough to intimidate and force others to submit.

But if he did so, his reputation would definitely be bad. Duncan had just arrived in the British Isles and he had already seized the title and foundation of the Duke of Tintagel.

Some people don't say it outwardly, but they are inevitably frightened in their hearts.

The Yellow Robe Rebellion had a bad reputation, and Duncan had other plans in mind.

He also wants to show his great magnanimity to the entire British Isles!
To borrow a line from the Romance of the Three Kingdoms: "A hero is one who has great ambitions and good plans in his heart, who has the ability to contain the universe and the ambition to swallow up the heavens and earth."

It's getting dark.

Duncan led a cavalry unit back to Cornwall before nightfall. His return was greeted with cheers from the city walls, as many soldiers had heard of his fame. Now that the Duke of Tintagel was gravely ill and dying, everyone was in a state of panic, desperately needing a backbone to step forward.

"Immediately summon all lords and knights, and all commanders above centurion in the army to the castle."

Duncan, dressed in armor and looking very heroic, strode into the castle. The guards on both sides bowed their heads respectfully, shocked by his reputation and legend, and some even knelt on one knee.

The Raven Queen, Triss, stood in front to greet them. Her expression was joyful, and one could feel that Duncan had already taken control of the hearts of the people here.

"Yes!" Clegane said excitedly.

He didn't know what Duncan was going to do, but the order excited him slightly.

"Light the torch!"

"Everyone gather in the Lord's Hall for a meeting!"

Duncan nodded slightly to the Raven Queen, Triss, and noticed that there was someone behind her, a three-star silver-gray witch, probably one of the founders of the witches' coven. She was wearing a veil, and her eyes were slightly shining as she looked at Duncan curiously.

"Bring over here the Duke of Tintagel, and the Duchess and her three daughters."

Duncan kept giving orders and others responded one after another.

There was a sound of footsteps.

Duncan sat directly on the main seat in the lord's hall, and a group of servants were unable to lift the dying Duke of Dintagir up, so they could only carry him and his chair over and place them under Duncan.

After many days.

Duke Dingtagir's face was extremely pale and he looked almost dead, but he was just holding on forcibly.

His cloudy eyes looked at Duncan sitting in the lord's seat, with a hint of sadness and despair on his expression, as if he had anticipated this situation.

This guy is also a pitiful man. His wife is cheating on him, and he is about to lose his title of Duke of the territory and family property.

In the Lord's Hall.

People began to enter one after another. Some knights' faces changed when they saw Duncan sitting in the main seat. Some were angry. Many people looked at Duke Dingtagil with a hint of pity. After all, this was the person they had sworn allegiance to.

But Duncan's reputation is too scary!
No one present dared to act rashly.

The Raven Queen - Triss consciously stood behind Duncan. The two witches were on the left and right, able to suppress the situation at any time. Combined with Duncan's military strength, it would not be difficult for him to forcibly chop down everyone present.

The fire flickered.

Duchess Igrain appeared trembling with her three young daughters who looked terrified. She was wearing a tattered long dress and no longer had the grace and beauty she had at the beginning. There were even bruises on the exposed skin of her arms.

She looked at Duke Dingtagir, who was unable to move and looked like he was dying. Her expression showed a hint of grievance, a hint of hatred, a hint of pity, and a hint of emotion. Her eyes were so complicated that they were impossible to interpret, because she was also just a victim.

She wholeheartedly served her husband who had just returned from the battlefield. What was wrong with that?

How could she, an ordinary woman, know that King Uther had transformed into her husband's appearance?

So many guards were deceived.

King Uther was a 50-year-old old man. After she learned the truth, she was in a state of panic all day long. She almost vomited several times and washed herself so hard that her skin was almost rubbed to the point of bleeding. But what could she do?
When her husband accidentally learned the truth, he immediately imprisoned her and even beat her.

To whom should she vent the grievances and resentments in her heart?

After all, she was just a weak woman who had no way of choosing her own destiny. Merlin could easily seduce her, and her husband could easily execute her.

hiss!
After seeing the Duchess Igrain, Duke Dintagir's expression was excited and his eyes were full of resentment. He obviously blamed his wife for his current state.

From God's perspective.

Duncan's expression suddenly changed slightly. He saw a 'familiar' mark on the map.

Merlin was indeed paying attention to everything here.

Duke Dingtagir was so excited that he almost couldn't breathe. The lords and knights around him also looked at the beautiful duchess with different expressions, some with contempt and some with sympathy and pity. There were rumors everywhere outside now, all kinds of hearsay.

In the most obscene rumors, Duchess Igrain's behavior was extremely shameful.

finally.

The Duchess, whose eyes were equally dim, looked up at Duncan who was sitting in the lord's seat. The meaning of that man sitting in the main seat was self-evident.

In full view of everyone, she slowly knelt down and opened her arms to hug her three young daughters.

This is praying!
Not for myself, but for the children.

Duchess Igrain lowered her head humbly, surrendered to the man in front of her, and begged him to spare her child.

Sonorous!

In the firelight, Duncan drew the Oathkeeper's sword from his waist.

He walked down the stairs and glanced at the speechless Duke Dintagir with a firm gaze. The moment they looked at each other, Duke Dintagir seemed to understand something and his breathing became much steadier for a moment.

Duncan walked up to the oldest little girl and asked in a deep voice, "What's your name?"

The little girl, only about seven or eight years old, huddled fearfully in her mother's arms. She held her two trembling sisters and whispered, "Moros."

Duncan held up his sword and said, "Kneel down."

There was a commotion among the lords and knights present, and many of them looked at each other, because Duncan's sword-holding gesture reminded them of something.

A glimmer of light suddenly appeared in the eyes of Duchess Igrain!
She pressed her eldest daughter's shoulder and motioned her to kneel down.

Moros was just a little girl who didn't understand much, so she knelt on her knees. Duncan immediately reached out and pulled her up, saying in a deep voice, "Kneel on one knee."

There was an uproar in the Lord's Hall, and everyone looked at this scene in shock.

Moros seemed to realize something as well.

The seven or eight-year-old girl looked up at the majestic Duncan, barely daring to breathe. Her two younger sisters also looked up, one of them with a bright gaze, unexpectedly marked as a one-star witch. Duchess Igraine was quite something, having given birth to a natural-born witch and later, King Arthur.

"In the name of God and the gods!"

Duncan placed the Oathkeeper flat on Moros's young shoulders, and the long sword named "Oathkeeper" also appeared in the ears of the British along with the legend.

He looked down at everyone present and said in a deep voice, "I am the Lord of Southampton, the man who shot the King of Kent, the leader of the coalition forces that defeated Horsa, and the commander who successfully repelled the Saxon pirates who invaded the British Isles."

"Officially enthrone the Duke of Tintagel's eldest daughter, Moros, as the next Duchess of Cornwall!"

"Cornwall remains her fiefdom."

"She will legally inherit the Duke of Dintagir's estate, including castles, manors, lands, etc."

Duncan didn't slap the girl like he would have done when he knighted her, that would have been too cruel.

The entire lord's hall was in deathly silence.

Not only Duchess Igrain, but even the dying Duke Dintagir sat up at this moment. His breathing was rapid, as if he was having a last breath. He stared at Duncan in front of him with a look of shock, as if he did not expect Duncan to be so generous.

King Arthur was not his son, but these three daughters were his biological children.

Duncan only wanted military power and the army. The Duke of Tintagel's property could remain, and the title of Duke of Cornwall would be inherited by his eldest daughter, who should be the first underage duchess in the British Isles!
"I know some of you think I will seize the title of Duke and seize the property of Duke Dintagir."

Duncan smiled contemptuously and said slowly, "But everything I want, I will get from the battlefield myself!"

"Since the covenant still exists, then the Oath Keepers will witness everything that happens today!"

In the lord's hall, Clegane looked excited. He led the Sarmatian riders to kneel on one knee, and one after another, the lords and knights who were loyal to Duke Dingtagir also knelt on one knee.

The Raven Queen, Triss, breathed rapidly, her eyes never leaving Duncan.

Beside her, the masked witch's eyes suddenly lit up!
Down the stairs.

Duncan took Moros's little hand and walked up to the lord's throne, but did not let her sit down. Instead, he let her stand beside him.

Many lords and knights also bowed their heads slightly and said, "Lord Duke Moros!"

They knelt on one knee before Duncan, but when facing Moros, they only bowed their heads slightly to show respect for the position of Duchess.

Everything ends.

Duke Dintagir took one last look at Duchess Igrain, his expression seemed to show a hint of relief, his hand slowly fell, and before he died, he looked at Moros beside Duncan, revealing a last smile of relief.

A real man should conquer the world immediately, why bully orphans and widows!
With the sudden death of Duke Tintagel, Duncan officially appointed his eldest daughter Moros as the next Duchess of Cornwall in the Lord's Hall. Everything that happened today spread across the entire British Isles like the wind.

——Oathkeeper-Duncan.

King Uther had no chance to get his hands on anything here, as Duncan had actually taken control of all of Duke Dintagill's territory.

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　I have cleared out the manuscripts and am now writing tomorrow's draft. I will add more when I have more drafts.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)