Dorian came up next to him, glancing at the room Princess Jayna was in.
âIsnât there going to be a war if that bitchâI mean, that princess speaks about what happened here after she returns to Balkar Kingdom?â
He frowned while looking at the contract in Raonâs hand, worried about the consequences.
âShe will never do that.â
Raon shook his head, shaking the contract to make it flutter.
âWhat? Why? After all that happened?â
âYou know that she is a very prideful woman, right?â
âOf course I do. She was tenacious enough to follow and bother us at the gambling house, just because we didnât sell her something.â
Dorian rubbed his belly pocket, saying that he was even more worried because of that.
âThatâs why.â
Raon chuckled, then continued.
âDo you think someone with that much pride would tell people that she signed a one-sided contract with a collateral of Zieghart, just to survive?â
âAhâŚâ
âIâm sure sheâs slapping Inieldâs cheeks by now to confirm whether he heard it or not. If you are curious, he was unconscious.â
To prove him right, the sound of a cheek being slapped could be heard from the room.
âWoahâŚâ
Dorian looked up to Raon in bewilderment.
âThen, how are you going to use that contract?â
âThis? Itâs best to not make use of it.â
Raon carefully folded the contract.
âWhat? Why? Isnât this an opportunity to unilaterally benefit from her?â
âThis is the leash thatâs attached to the princessâs neck, so that she canât act rashly towards us in the future. She is going to avoid me from now on because sheâs scared of the requests I could make.â
âAhâŚâ
âThatâs why I wrote three requests. I can make two orders and leave the last one forever.â
âWoahâŚâ
Dorianâs jaw dropped, as he had never considered something like that. He seemed slightly terrified.
H-Hungry demon. You are a hungry demonâŚ
Wrath was shaking all over, his blue eyes distorted.
You have the appearance of a human, but you are no different from the hungry demons of Devildom! No! You are even worse! Their insatiable hunger isnât only limited to hunger for you!
âWhat are you talking about now?â
Are you trying to turn everyone in the world into your slaves like this? If it werenât for the natural qualities and wisdom of the king, the King of Essence wouldâve turned into your slave as well. What a terrible guyâŚ
âErm, uhmâŚâ
The King of Essence is the monarch of Devildom. He will never submit to anyone, so donât try anything with him.
Wrath shook his hand, telling him to not even think about holding him by a leash.
What are you even saying? You are my first doormat.
Raon wanted to say that, but he stopped himself, as that would be killing the goose that laid the golden egg.
âHow did you even come up with that?â
Dorian gasped as he looked at the contract.
âI canât believe he is the same age as me.â
Whenever Raon made a decision or took action, it always resulted in the best possible outcome. His action patterns and strategy now felt more surprising than his might. He had a new side of him each time a layer was peeled away, just like an onion.
âYou are more mysterious than me.â
Raon chuckled, looking at Dorianâs belly pocket. There was nothing more mysterious than a pocket that had everything he ordered, despite him saying that he didnât have much.
âMe? Iâm the definition of ordinary.â
âI guess there isnât anyone that is ordinary in the world anymore.â
âItâs true. Iâm the most ordinary person in the world.â
âBut an ordinary person doesnât carry around a club, a log, or a boulder.â
âI told you that they are necessities. You canât deny that they were useful, right?â
âHmm, thatâs true.â
He was right. The log, boulder, and the club were all useful at some point. He was a peculiar and funny guy, all the same.
âThey are finally here.â
He quietly turned his head, hearing footsteps from behind them. Jayna and Inield were faltering as they came out of the room at the end of the corridor.
âErm, by the wayâŚâ
When Raon judged that they could manage by themselves, and was about to go upstairs, Dorian tilted his head.
âWhat?â
âHow did you shake the ceiling and walls earlier?â
âItâs simple.â
Raon placed his right foot on the ground, then started shaking it while using aura. The vibration transferred to the walls and ceiling, making the entire corridor tremble as if it were going to collapse.
âL-Leg shaking?â
âItâs simple, right?â
He grinned, then went upstairs.
âWowâŚâ
Dorian resolved himself, looking at the walls and ceiling as they stopped trembling.
He would rather die than become Raonâs enemy.
âHeâs such a scary personâŚâ
* * *
As soon as Raon reached upstairs, a powerful voice could be heard.
âRegain your postures, right line! They are coming back!â
He followed the voice, and Burren and the third teamâs members were perfectly stopping the attacks from the White Blood fanatics by maintaining a small Light Wind formation.
âDie in the name of the blood god!â
The White blood fanatics didnât simply die upon deathâthey exploded with Blood Smoke, which was one of the blood spells in their sorcery. The foggy smoke was infused with bloody energy, assaulting Burren and the third team.
âItâs blood smoke! Hold your breath and retreat five steps! Get into the Lengthening posture for the left line, and Purifying posture for the right line!â
Burren remained calm despite the blood smoke spreading. He gave proper instructions to the team, slashing the White Blood fanatic running at him without hesitation.
âShow the blood demons the power of Zieghart!â
âWoaaah!â
âKill the evil demons!â
Thanks to Burrenâs appropriate orders, the third team members courageously defeated the White Blood fanatics. A few injured people could be seen, but the injuries werenât serious. It looked like they would win the battle without much difficulty.
âI expected no less.â
Raon smiled in satisfaction as he watched Burren focus on the battle. Burren was the one that could be entrusted with the Light Wind in his absence. His stability had certainly returned with his comeback.
âArenât you going to help them?â
Dorian pointed at the third team that was still fighting against the White Religion fanatics.
âThey will never grow if I help them with everything.â
Actual battles were the best opportunity for warriors to grow. It wouldâve been a different story if their lives were in danger, but joining them in a battle like that wasnât helping them, as it would kill their potential instead.
âLetâs go to the lobby.â
Since he had checked on Burren and the third team, next up was the first team that attacked from the front. Since there were more White Blood fanatics at the front than the back, they might have been having a more difficult battle.
âAnd Iâm concerned about Martha.â
The beef girlâs eyes were certainly strange.
âYes. She has a grudge.â
Thinking about the frightening eyes that he saw from Martha before the attack, he went to the lobby.
Spurt!
When the sunlight coming from the hole in the ceilingâcreated by the explosion of Flame Spiritâbrushed past his face, a cutting sound of flesh could be heard from the lobby.
It was Martha. It was the sound of her sword tearing a White Blood fanatic into half.
âNext, whereâs the next oneâŚâ
Marthaâs black hair and white skin were covered in murky blood, and an even more extreme murderous intent was emerging from her eyes.
âHieeâŚâ
Unable to face that demonic gaze, Dorian stepped back while covering his mouth.
âItâs much more serious than I thoughtâŚâ
Raon narrowed his eyes. Even though the murderous intent wasnât directed at him, he felt like goosebumps were appearing on the back of his hand. She seemed to have an extremely serious grudge.
âAaaah!â
Martha howled like a beast, dashing into the group of White Blood fanatics. She exploded her aura like a rearing horse to storm through the surroundings.
âDamn it! Help the team leader!â
âWe are giving up on maintaining the formation! Attack their exterior while they are focused on the team leader!â
Since their team leader Martha was rampaging like a raging tiger, the first team defeated the panicking White Blood fanatics one by one instead of maintaining the Light Wind formation.
Thanks to Marthaâs madness, the first team managed to defeat more fanatics than the third team in a shorter time, despite not using the Light Wind formation.
Hmm, the King of Essence made a mistake.
Wrath licked his lips.
The King of Essence shouldâve gone to the beef girl. Thatâs a nice wrath.
âWrathâŚâ
Raon nodded. An extreme wrath was imbued in Marthaâs sword. She was sinking into the sea of blood, viewing her enemies as insects rather than human beings.
The White Blood fanatics dying to her sword numbered over twenty. Even though her side had been cut, and her thigh was stabbed, she continued her aggression as if she didnât feel anything and kept beheading the White Blood fanatics.
âFollow the team leader! Assist her until the end!â
âNever withdraw, keep fighting!â
The first team was more focused on following Martha than fighting. It looked like they had gotten attached to her at some point, as they were coordinating the fight while assisting her in a way that allowed them to avoid her getting hurt as much as possible.
âI-It looks impossible to stop her, right?â
âIndeed.â
Raon nodded. If he tried to stop her, that murderous blade might have been directed at him instead.
âBut I canât just overlook this.â
Raon decided to scold her a lot after the battle. Though, he wasnât sure that was enough to teach her a lesson.
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âIs this where you ended up after running away?â
Rimmer twirled his sword, looking at Darigon after he drove him into a dead-end.
âArgh! DolvirteâŚâ
When he gathered his hands and quickly started chanting a spell, Rimmerâs wrist curved softly.
Slaaam!
The green energy from his blade spread out like a rainbow, destroying every wall surrounding Darigon.
âAahâŚâ
Darigonâs face went pale as he witnessed the walls getting smashed.
âA sorcery that moves along walls. Thatâs an interesting ability.â
Rimmer smiled, observing the collapsed walls.
âThatâs how you managed to take people without being noticed by anyone. But look, itâs meaningless without any walls.â
âSh-Shut up!â
âEven my head of house hasnât managed to shut my mouth. Do you think you can do it?â
âYou bastaaard!â
The moment Darigon tried to use a new spell after gathering his hands, Rimmerâs eyes sparked.
âAhâŚâ
Unable to complete his spell, Darigonâs shoulders trembled. A frightening pain could be felt from his wrist. Rimmerâs sword had moved without his notice and severed his wrist.
âKuaah!â
Darigon grabbed his severed wrist, stepping back.
âIf you arenât at an apostleâs level, itâs easy to stop your spells. I can either shut your mouth or cut off your hand.â
Rimmer smiled, stepping on Darigonâs blood as it soaked into the ground.
âHe is so good, even though I didnât teach him. His genius nature really is taking after me.â
âKeuhâŚâ
Darigon tried to chant a spell with one hand, but Rimmer didnât overlook him. The moment his wrist moved again, Darigonâs left hand also fell on the ground.
âAwwâŚâ
Darigonâs eyes trembled as he watched a serious amount of blood gush from his hands.
âItâs just your hands. Why so serious?â
A frightening glow appeared in Rimmerâs eyes as he walked up to him.
âYou make a hole into a living humanâs neck to suck their blood. This is mere childâs play compared to that.â
âRimmerâŚâ
Darigon swallowed nervously.
âI heard he was injured, thoughâŚâ
Although the rumors said that his energy center and mana circuit were broken, he didnât seem to have weakened at all. The madness in his eyes and his lighthearted manner of speech⌠The crazy elf called the Sword of Light hadnât changed at all.
âWell, then.â
Rimmer moved his sword into a reverse grip, stabbing his thigh. Since he was using the wind aura, blood gushed out from his thigh like a fountain.
âAaaah!â
âAre the people underground everyone youâve kidnapped?â
âKeuhâŚâ
âWhere were you planning on sending them?â
ââŚâŚâ
Darigon remained silent once again.
âThatâs right. Thatâs a White Blood fanatic for you. It wouldâve been disappointing if you had answered right away.â
Rimmer grinned, using his wind aura again. The blade piercing his thigh vibrated, and Darigon started drooling as his entire body trembled.
âKuaaah!â
âDonât count on the woman named Seline. My student went to her. She is definitely not going to survive.â
âHuff, huffâŚâ
Darigon grit his teeth, breathing heavily as he tried to endure the pain.
âIâm not counting on that damn woman.â
âOh, you mustâve realized that this place was discovered because of her.â
âThere is no way I wouldnât notice, since Iâm not an insect.â
âThen what are you counting on to maintain that gaze?â
Rimmer frowned, looking at Darigonâs eyes, which still retained hope. Raon already took care of Seline underground, and Martha was slaughtering overground. Since everything was already over, he couldnât understand why Darigon still had hope.
âYou shouldâve arrived earlier.â
âWhat?â
âKuhuhuh. There are two people coming today.â
Darigonâs mouth stretched to the sides into a smile, despite coughing out blood.
âSince they have arrived, you wonât be able to survive!â
The moment he finished saying that, a tremendous energy burst from the first floor for an instant.
* * *
Martha kept swinging her sword, not even realizing that she had a long wound on her shoulder, waist, and thigh.
She couldnât feel anything insignificant like pain.
Kill.
Kill all of the White Blood Religion.
That was the only thought filling her head. There was no room for other emotions or will.
The evil demons were in front of her eyes. The order telling her to kill all those white evil demons that assaulted the village after breaking through the walls twelve years ago was fastened around her soul like a shackle.
Following the voice resounding in her head, she slashed, slashed, and slashed again.
She rushed in, whether there were five or ten enemies, and kept swinging her sword. She just kept swinging, as if she forgot about swordsmanship.
She didnât care whether her face or her hair was cutâshe just kept swinging her sword endlessly towards the white coats.
She was fully aware that she shouldnât be fighting like that. She knew that she shouldâve been taking care of the others as the team leader. However, she couldnât come back to her senses after she saw the White Blood Religion.
As if it were an instinct she was born with, she beheaded the White Blood fanatics until she was covered entirely by their murky blood.
When she felt like she was brimming with strength as the fight continued, the murky blood of White Blood fanatics covering the lobbyâs floor moved on their own to draw a strange pattern.
Whir!
A white light came from the center of the pattern, and a tremendous energy burst out, sending chills down her spine.
âAhâŚâ
Martha opened her mouth for the first time since the start of the battle.
Crack.
She grit her teeth, noticing the ten spheres engraved on the left side of the chest of the white coat.
She slowly raised her head. A middle-aged man raised his chin, his long black hair swept back, and eyes as sharp as an eagleâs.
âItâs him. Itâs that bastard!â
The devil that burned up the village, drank the blood of the guards, and kidnapped her mother and the other people. He was the White Blood cult leaderâs student, the tenth apostle.
âIs this an invasion of Zieghartâs young ones?â
His indifferent voice was just like before.
The tenth apostle slowly raised his hand. A diagonal scar could be seen on his hand. It was the hand that turned countless people into bloodbath, the hand that took away her mother and people, and the blood that turned the village into ash.
It was the devilâs blood that she wouldnât be able to forget even after her death.
Whir!
The concentrated bloody energy was boiling in the tenth apostleâs hand, as if it were about to explode.
âAhâŚâ
The Light Wind members that followed her were frightened by the tremendous energy in the tenth apostleâs hand, unable to moveâas if their feet were tied.
âYou son of a bitch!â
Martha overcame the instinctive fear with her wrath, rushing forward. She wasnât trying to save the team members.
Definitely not.
In order to kill the tenth apostle, in order to disturb his job, she swung her sword.
Slaaam!
The moment she collided with the tremendous energy coming from the tenth apostleâs hand, her wrist snapped as if it would break, and blood gushed from her mouth. If it werenât for the Azure Cloud that her father had given her, she wouldâve instantly lost her life.
âKeuuu!â
Although not even a second had passed, she felt like her whole body was being smashed. She wanted to hold out, but it was impossible. The difference in power between them was as wide as the gap between heaven and earth.
âAgain. Itâs happening againâŚâ
In order to take revenge against that devil, in order to see that no one else would die by that devilâs hand, she kept training with her life on the lineâbut the difference in power wasnât reduced at all. All she ended up doing was throwing away the life that her mother had saved for her.
Creak!
Strength left her hand. She wanted to tell her team members to run away at least, but she couldnât even do that.
âAhâŚâ
âIâm seeing you in a new light. It was a good choice, Martha.â
The moment Azure Cloud was leaving her hand, Raonâs low voice could be heard in her ears.
âBut you canât do it by yourself.â
The indifferent but slightly warm voice touched her heart, and her vision was dyed with a crimson flame.