I Became a Crazy Swordsmanship Instructor in the Game

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Philip attended the funeral of Earl of Alloy. It was to confirm his death.

“What the hell is this… ?”

Felicia was also present, as she was a relative of Countess and former princess Altair Alloy.

She was suffering from a migraine because Philip had challenged the Earl of Earlroy to a duel trial, and was shocked to hear that the Earl of Earlroy had died.

“I don’t even know what happened.”

Philip answered Felicia’s question like that. At least it wasn’t a lie. I knew who had killed the Earl of Earlroy, but I didn’t know how.

“Ah, is it all right? is not it? Is it weird to say that a person is dead and that it went well?”

Felicia seemed to have a moral conflict. Philip put his hand on her shoulder and expressed his feelings.

“… I think I died well.”

Then Felicia bit her lip to hold back a laugh.

As it was the Marquis’s funeral, numerous nobles attended. Basically, all nobles from families loyal to the Elroy family attended, and the royal family seemed to have sent condolences.

The Countess, Altair Alloy, was wearing mourning clothes, and her eldest son, Philos Alloy, was also wearing mourning clothes, staring at the coffin containing his father with a sad expression.

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Then the royal condolences approached him and bowed.

“I express my sincere condolences to what happened to your father.”

“… Thank you for visiting. Prince.”

As he watched, Philip noticed that the condolences sent by the royal family were none other than the sixth prince, Alessios.

Besides, there was a small girl next to him, the youngest princess, Camilla. Just by sending the two of them away, I could infer how the royal family felt about the Earl’s disappearance.

‘Now the Elroy family is ruined.’

It just didn’t make sense that the atmosphere was so peaceful in the first place.

Unless the Earl of Earlroy had been suffering from a chronic illness for a long time, there was no choice but to suspect the assassination. If so, the atmosphere shouldn’t have been like this. All troops of the Marquis had to control access, and it was normal for the funeral to be held completely private.

For things to go this way, the eldest son of the heir and the margrave’s former vassals had declared that they would not take issue with the death of the Earl of Elroy.

‘It looks like he’s been impatient to become a Marquess.’

“… sister.”

The 6th Prince, Alexios, looked at Altair Alloy and put on a sad expression as if he was filled with emotion. He was in his mid-twenties and seemed to be quite friendly with Altair Alloy despite their age gap of more than 10 years.

“Alessios. It’s been a while. Are you a little busy sending your husband away now, let’s talk after the funeral.”

‘You don’t look sad at all.’

Philip thought that and tilted his head.

Altair Allroy looked bright enough to not be a person who had recently been widowed.

Her skin even looked better than the last time we had met at a teahouse.

The funeral soon began. A cardinal dispatched from the church personally supervised the funeral. Half-naked, he looked around with a solemn expression and raised his hand.

“In the name of the light, I bless a church member to return to the Lord and take his place next to him.”

He tried to wrap up Earl Earlroy’s past life using various rhetoric, but it was impossible.

“Although Earl of Elroy was not a faithful church member, he was a hard-working man. Everyone has a good side. No matter how wicked they are, there is a will to embrace the light and walk toward the light in a corner of their hearts. It’s like how Earl Elroy built a windmill to enrich the lives of farmers and built a bank to ensure safety.”

Philip desperately suppressed laughter as he listened to the cardinal’s speech.

‘No, no matter how good you have done, building a windmill and building an embankment is considered a good deed.’

In fact, it was something any lord with a normal level of intelligence would do. Watching the corner of the cardinal’s mouth quiver a little, Philip was a little amazed at how much fun a funeral could be.

“… With this, Count Alroy’s body was born on earth and returns to earth, and may the Lord take care of his soul.”

The cardinal moved away without a word for a few minutes.

Soon the coffin containing the Earl of Earlroy was buried in the family cemetery.

And Prince Alexios took his place.

“Nobles, on behalf of Your Majesty, I have come here to resolve the succession issue of the margrave who died without leaving a will.”

At that, Philos Alloy was startled and shouted.

“Why is the royal family trying to interfere with the succession of the family?”

Prince Alexios responded to his protest without changing a single expression.

“It’s not meddling, I’m trying to help to further solidify your right to succeed. If you have a notary from the royal family, wouldn’t you be able to secure your place as the next great margrave?”

It was nice to hear, but Philip knew things weren’t that simple.

The second son, Bluhan, broke his leg and could not even attend the funeral.

It was obvious that the eldest Bluhan would become the next Marquess. It was said that there was no need to step out of the royal family.

If the royal family insisted on notarizing it, it was like giving notice that the Elroy family would have to fall under the influence of the royal family in the future.

Philos Allroy was well aware of that fact.

“It is a clear fact that Philos Alloy is the legitimate successor to the family, even without notarization in the royal family. The family’s vassals will not reject me, and the family’s allegiance will remain the same.”

Philos didn’t hide that he was feeling down. Despite receiving extremely rude stares, Prince Alexios only smiled.

“Well, I don’t think that will be that easy.”

“What do you mean?”

Philos Alloy openly frowned. No matter how much he was a prince, he couldn’t come out like that in this place, which was his family’s territory.

But the answer to the question came from others other than the prince. Some of the vassals attending the funeral stepped forward and shouted.

“We, the Baron Lakard family, will revoke the vassal contract.”

“The same goes for Viscount Siloven’s family. I can no longer pay my allegiance to House Elroy. Wouldn’t it be better if it was notarized by the royal family?”

Apparently, there were a lot of things piled up. Philip nodded his head with a satisfied expression as he watched this medieval daily soap opera from a special seat.

“no… this… no… What the hell are you talking about at your lord’s funeral?”

As many as five families made an uproar, insisting on the withdrawal of the vassal contract. It would have been unimaginable if Earl Alloy was alive, but Philos Alloy, who was not properly prepared for the succession of the successor, was easy prey.

“You know, wasn’t your father, Covington Alloy, a very good lord? maybe this is normal The House of Baron Lakard and the House of Viscount Sylloven are a historic family that was loyal to the royal family before the House of Elroy became a Margrave… … .”

It was clear that Prince Alexios had ill feelings for the Alloy family.

Prince Alexios, who had been speaking with a relaxed expression, suddenly looked back.

“hmm?”

For a moment, everyone at the funeral was looking in the same direction as Prince Alexios.

Unbelievably, the tomb where the Count’s coffin was buried was shaking as if there had been an earthquake.

Soon the soil of the tomb exploded and the coffin that had been buried just minutes before was smashed. In the process, a large amount of dust exploded, and those present covered their faces with their arms.

Fortunately, those who were far away soon turned white.

“… Countess! Earl Earlroy has been revived!”

Philip and Felicia, who responded quickly, quickly regained sight and were able to confirm what had happened. It was just as someone had shouted.

“Philippe?”

Earl Earlroy, his face contorted like a demon, burst out of the grave and floated in the air.

First of all, it wasn’t the color of a person’s skin. The gray skin that symbolizes the demons, and the wings made of skin hung on the back of his back.

“… All the faces you don’t want to see are gathered here. If the conversations you guys were having were a little more satisfying, I thought I’d quietly be buried.”

The revived Earl of Earlroy grinned, revealing his long fangs.

“Oh, Father?”

Surprised as if he had lost his soul, Philos Alloy opened his eyes wide and called out to the Count. The Count flew slowly toward his son.

“… sick bastard. My father was assassinated and died, and instead of revenge, he was trying to bury my death out of greed for inheriting the title.”

Then he raised his blade and thrust it into Philos Alloy’s chest like lightning.

“Cheuk! Ah, father… why?”

“You are not worthy to follow me. Philos.”

The count smiled terribly and wiggled his hand inside his son’s chest, then pulled out Pylos’ heart.

Philos Alloy’s face soon turned pale as his heart, still uncut, pulsed outside his ribs. He gasped in excruciating fear, not even thinking about what to do.

“… Is this a demon? If I had known it would be like this, I would have eaten some heart dishes.”

The Count twisted Philos’ heart out, held it in his hand, and took a bite.

In that moment, Philip was convinced.

I don’t know what happened, but Earl Roy eventually succeeded in being reincarnated as a demon.

“You guys are next. Foolish aristocrats.”

The Count’s gaze soon turned to the nobles who withdrew their vassal contracts. However, before the Count could do anything, Prince Alexios drew his sword to block him.

“… Awesome I don’t know what happened to this. How did you survive, Count?”

The Count shook his head in disgust.

“No, blood from the royal family. That’s not what you need to ask.”

In an instant, the count’s model disappeared. At least that’s how it seemed to all but a few with good torso vision. Prince Alexios hurriedly tried to stop the count, but he could not prevent the youngest princess standing behind him from being attacked.

“Camille… .”

Fear and shock as if his heart were sinking down wrapped around the prince’s body,

At that moment, Philip and Felicia moved simultaneously. Philip, who was a little away, stretched out his sword and struck the Count, and Felicia’s sword flew into the Count’s shoulder.

“Kyaaah!”

Princess Camilla screamed and sat down.

“… Nothing is easily solved. Now, don’t people who have died suddenly rise from their graves?”

Philip grumbled and stepped forward.

―Neria has never seen such an eventful person as her master.

Hearing Neria’s scolding, Philip let out a deep sigh.

“I have to sell it. Isn’t that right, sister?”